well done i am proud of you

Rant About Thai K-Idols

I see a lot of people always say things such as; “King Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul” or “Lisa is the princess of Thailand” or “Thailand’s King Nichkhun” or “Prince Bambam of Thailand” etc. (do i need to go on). First of all, I’d just like to ask everyone to STOP addressing Thai idols with royal titles. It is EXTREMELY disrespectful to Thailand, the Thai Royal Family, Thai culture, Thai beliefs and the idols themselves. When Sorn was on Happy Together and the hosts kept saying she was Thailand’s princess - you could see how uncomfortable she was and she kept saying no. You know why? It’s disrespectful. Thailand as a nation love and respect our royal family, a lot. We even have pictures of the Royal family everywhere, we stop in our tracks when the national anthem play, our late king passed away and we are still having the year long mourning period. So to be seeing common people referred to as a royalty of our nation, I’m sorry but it’s offensive. I know how great those idols are and as a Thai person I am proud of them for making a name for our country. However, the kpop fandom needs to stop giving them royal titles. They are not even considered A Listers in Thailand! Only people who like kpop knows them. (well except Nichkhun since he’s done many cfs and even lakorns). I mean, if you say King Ten or Prince Bambam no one will care, but if you add of Thailand, it’s another story. Please think about how you’re belittling a nation by doing it and think about how those idols will definitely also be uncomfortable with it and find it disrespectful. I know it’s just a lack of knowledge but I hope EVERYONE will stop doing this. It’s not a matter of Thai people being petty, it is a serious issue as it’s even a crime in Thailand to belittle the royal family and it’s treated as treason.


I’m proud of who I am, no more monsters, I can breathe again. And you said that I was done. Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come. 'Cause I can make it on my own, and I don’t need you, I found a strength I’ve never known. I’ve been thrown out, I’ve been burned. When I’m finished, they won’t even know your name.

Yuri on Ice from Yakov’s perspective



Victor! Mila! Stop encouraging them! AND STOP TAKING PICTURES

Victor you’re not even drunk! STOP DANCING WITH THE SLOPPY DRUNK

Why is there a stripper pole in here? Why is this allowed to get out of hand? WHERE THE HELL ARE CHRIS AND THIS DRUNK’S COACHES?!?


- *sends Celestino a strongly worded email about keeping an eye on his pupils in the future the next morning*

Episode One

- Victor stop. Stop pining. You aren’t in love. No I don’t believe in love at first sight and I certainly don’t believe in love at first drunken humping. You’re right I’m not taking this seriously. He hasn’t contacted you because he was DRUNK OUT OF HIS MIND! Did you see how much booze he downed? It’s a wonder he didn’t die of alcohol poisoning. Just stfu and skate.

- Victor no. It’s not a message. Victor no! Don’t give up your career for an ill-advised booty call! UGH if I can’t stop you just make sure our Yuri doesn’t find out where you went.

Episode Two


Episode Three

- OMFG did you really give him a program about the night he got sloppy drunk and you turned into even a bigger moron? You’re going to put me into an early grave.

Episode Four


- Wait, why the hell do I have to go live with my ex-wife and the angsty teen? I don’t want to have to listen to a list of my failures or a catalogue of all the ways Drunk Yuri is the worst especially as it tends to devolve into ‘stupid pig, how dare he be so good looking’.

Episode Five

- Victor stop trying to pretend this isn’t an elaborate booty call. This is not how coaching works.

Episode Six

- I have the living legend who gave it all up to be a pretend coach in order to get with a sloppy drunk, a sadist of a female skater who stirs up trouble on purpose, an angsty teen who can’t tell the difference between having a crush and hating someone and an emo skater who is far too old to be as emo as he is. Kill me now.

Episode Seven

- Maybe I was giving Victor a disservice. His student is actually doing quite well and maybe they are taking it seriously and HOLY FUCK NEVERMIND JUST KISS YOUR STUDENT IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD VICTOR YOU ASSHAT

Episode Eight

- Yuri has calmed down and I’m just going to ignore Victor. Yep that’ll work OMFG did you HAVE TO KISS HIS FUCKING SKATE?!? THIS IS WHY YOU WEREN’T ALLOWED TO TAKE HIM BACK TO THE HOTEL ROOM! YOU HAVE NO CHILL!

You want me to what? Be his coach? Well…only because I like Maccachin.

Episode Nine

- You’re alright actually, I hereby allow you the name Japanese Yuri instead of Drunk Yuri. You may be the only sane person I know surprisingly. I still am going to tell you off for fucking up though.

- ….I take it all back. WTF was up with all the hugging.

Episode Ten

- …They got engaged. Victor really is going to marry him….I’m not even surprised at this point. Fine. Keep him Japanese Yuri. He’s a pain in the ass anyway.

Episode Eleven


Episode Twelve

- WTF? You’re coming back now? Idek what’s going on anymore.

- Well done Yuri! I’m so proud of you for winning gold!

- …They are doing a super romantic pairs skate because of course they are.

- Okay so Victor is coming back to Russia to train cool….wait what do you mean you’re still going to coach Japanese Yuri? WTF? HOW WOULD THAT EVEN WORK? WTF NO.

Post Episode Twelve






Pray for Yakov

Somewhere Only We Know

[ E | 12.5k | AU | OS ]

Ever since they got together, Alec Lightwood and Magnus Bane often find themselves getting caught up in work. This ultimately leads to the couple having less and less time for each other. So when Alec has to cancel their plans for a weekend together once again, he decides that enough is simply enough. Screw work. Screw everything.

Little did he know that Magnus isn’t working this weekend but has instead taken some days off—without telling him. Apparently there is only way to find out why: Drive to Magnus’ cabin in the middle of nowhere and confront him. A good plan. But since when does life follow a certain plan… ?

(sequel to “The Notorious Pumpkin Pie” but can be read individually) 

read it on Ao3 here


I’m proud of who I am
No more monsters, I can breathe again
And you said that I was done
Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come
‘Cause I can make it on my own
And I don’t need you, I found a strength I’ve never known
I’ll bring thunder, I’ll bring rain, oh
When I’m finished, they won’t even know your name

You brought the flames and you put me through hell.
I had to learn how to fight for myself
And we both know all the truth I could tell
I’ll just say this is “I wish you farewell”.

I hope you’re somewhere prayin’, prayin’
I hope your soul is changin’, changin’
I hope you find your peace
Falling on your knees, prayin’.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JUN, KING OF CHINA! Carats are so proud of you and all that you’ve done Jun, keep up all the hard work and rest well❤️ thank you for being a member of Seventeen, half of Junhao, and King of China all at once❤️

Harry Styles - “Confessions” Part Four

Alright… there’s gonna be a part 5. But, let’s do this! Part four of the ‘Confessions’ series!! Hope you guys like this one as much as you’ve liked the others. Let me know! It’s a touch happier … or is iiiiit?

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven

Harry groaned as he awoke, the sunlight poured down on him and he felt a layer of sweat on his forehead from the light as well the body pressed into his. When he lifted his head, finding that it rested on the back of his couch instead of his pillow, he had a moment of confusion before he remembered. You being curled up in his arms, still fast asleep against his chest, also helped jog his memory. 

It took him a moment to realize what had woken him but he quickly realized it was his phone buzzing in his pocket. He knew there was no way to pull it out and answer it without waking you so he let it continue until finally it stopped. Harry sighed, taking in a deep breath as he rest his head on top of yours, his cheek resting against your soft and sweet smelling hair. 

He was just starting to drift off back into his nap when his phone began going off again. Apparently whoever was calling him really needed to have a chat. He opened his eyes and sighed, wondering how he could possibly do this. He didn’t want to wake you but it seemed whoever was ringing him wasn’t going to give up. He shifted a bit to the side until eventually he was able to slide out from under you, helping you lay back gently onto the couch, thankfully still fast asleep. 

He didn’t even care about the phone call in that moment as he stared down at your slumbering and peaceful face. All he had seen the last while was pain and heartache but now it was all gone, just for a little bit at least. He couldn’t help as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, bringing a large and ringed hand up to brush a few hairs off of your face. The moment was then ruined by the phone once again going off. He knew he had no choice now but to take it.

When he left the living room, heading down the hall towards the kitchen, he pulled the phone out and felt his heart rate increase when he saw his mom’s name and face flashing across his screen. Why would she be calling him so many times? He hadn’t told her what was going on, he told his sister as he had gone to stay with her the night he had told you but she had sworn not to tell their mother. 

“Mum?” He questioned, answering the phone finally, as he opens the back door in the kitchen and steps out onto the back porch. “Is everythin’ alrigh’?” He questions as he leans against the railing of the deck, running his fingers over the hard wood. 

“You tell me, Harry.” Came her reply. No hello, no greeting, no asking how he was. Yeah, Harry knew in that moment that she had definitely found out. 

“Did Gem tell you, then?” He mutters, hoping it was from his sister and not that the media had gotten wind of the situation. Even with both parties involved having signed an NDA, which he hated having to see your face as you had to agree not to talk about how he knocked up a girl, these things could still get out and he dreaded the moment that they did. 

“She shouldn’ have had to, Harold, why haven’ you come to me abou’ all of this?” Harry sighed, hanging his head, unsure of how to answer. The truth was that he was afraid of his mothers disappointment. He felt he had made her so proud up until now and what a way to ruin that than with a situation like this. He had already broken the heart of one important girl in his life, he couldn’t handle doing it to another one just yet. “So it’s true then? You got a girl pregnant?” 

“Yes, mum.” Harry mutters, running a hand through his hair before his fingers begin to play nervously with his bottom lip. “Well, I go soon to have a paternity tes’ done, bu’ as of now we are almos’ certain tha’ I am the fathe’,” 

“And Y/N left you?” Harry hadn’t spoken to his sister since before he left for LA so of course she wouldn’t know that you had for some reason agreed to join him on this little adventure. “The one girl who could handle your lifestyle, put up with everything she’s had to, and you go and do this to her.” That was exactly what Harry hadn’t wanted said to him. He already knew all of this but to hear that disappointment, the disbelief, in his own mothers voice hurt almost as much as he imagined it would. 

“She’s here in Los Angeles with me.” His mother was silent on the other end. “We broke up, yes, bu’ she knew…” He sighs. “I don’ deserve her to, bu’ she came to help me through this.” He hears his mothers answering sigh as she took this information in. 

“Wha’ are you going to do, Harry?” Her voice was full of concern now. She had gotten out her reprimanding and now it was time to make sure her son was okay. No matter how upset with him she was, he was her son and she would support him through this. 

“I don’ know, mum.” Harry had done so well at keeping the tears at bay but in that moment he broke again. The tears fell a few at a time down his stubble covered cheeks, his green eyes shining as he hung his head, resting it on his arm that was supporting his weight on the rail of the deck. 

“Oh, Harry.” She sighed, picking up on the brokenness of her son on the other end of the phone. 

“I can’ do this,” He turns and takes a few steps over to a deck chair, falling into it as he wipes at his wet cheeks and stares off across his green lawn before he closes his eyes, resting his head against he back of the chair. “Wha’ do I do, mum?” His voice was so quiet as he begged him mother to help him through this even though he knew that she couldn’t. No one could. 

“We will take this one day at a time, love, okay?” She offers, her voice calm and reassuring. “I’ll fly out there as soon as I can.” 

“No, mum, you don’t have to do tha’.” Though as soon as she had offered, Harry knew he needed her to. He needed that motherly hug, that parental guidance as he began to navigate his own way into potential parenthood. 

“Too late, I’m lookin’ at flights now.” She argued and Harry knew it was a lost cause - not that he would fight hard for her not to come anyway. “You and Y/N need someone to help you through this.” 

“Thank you.” Harry didn’t even have to say it as more than a whisper but Anne picked up on his gratitude fully anyway. 

“How is she doing? Y/N?” As Harry thought back to you, fast asleep and peaceful inside, he had to bite at his lower lip to keep the tears from falling again but when he opened his mouth to speak nothing but a jumbled mess of words came out. 

“She’s.. I.. i-i mean..” And then a small, quiet sob fell from his mouth and Anne sighed. “She’s never goin’ to forgive me, mum. I’ve lost her.” He squeezes the bridge of his nose between his fingers as he looks down at his feet, more tears leaking down his damp cheeks. He didn’t even try to wipe them away now. It would be pointless as his eyes were burning with fresh tears, surely not stopping any time soon.

“Harry, love, true love always finds a way.” 

“Mum, this isn’t some romantic movie. This isn’t going to jus’ resolve itself and everyone is goin’ to be all happy in the end. I fucked up, cheated on the most importan’ person in my life, lied to her about i’ and only told her when I had to because I found ou’ I had gotten the girl I cheated with pregnant. Would you forgive Robin if he did tha’?” Anne was silent and Harry knew it was because she knew he was right. “No matter how much her and I love each other, this is i’. She won’ forgive me and I’m tryin’ to come to terms with tha’.” But with the tears still falling down his cheeks he knew he was no where near close, if he ever really would be. 

Just then, Harry turns as the back door opens and out you step. You had woken moments before to find Harry gone but heard his voice outside and came to see where he had gone off to. You had heard what he’d just said and he watches you as you walk across the deck and comes to take a seat beside him. 

“Your mum?” You ask, gesturing towards the phone. Harry gives a nod, simply watching you, trying to see if you were going to say anything more but you don’t so he looks away and sighs. 

“I should probably go, bu’ le’ me know when you’ll be here and I’ll le’ you know about the paternity test.” He says to his mother who takes a deep breath on the other end of the line, still full of concern for her son but now that she had heard your voice on the other line knew he would talk no more about the situation. 

“I will, Harry. I love you.” Harry couldn’t help but smile. Even so much as his mothers voice made him feel better, knowing that she still loved him after he fucked up like this helped a lot. He only wished he could hear those three words from the girl sitting beside him. 

“Love you too, mum.” 

“Give Y/N my love as well. Bye now, darling.” With that, his mother ends the call and Harry sighs as he puts the phone down on the seat behind him and looks over at you, finally wiping at his damp cheeks. 

“Mum sends her love.” He mutters. You can’t help but smile, biting at your lower lip. “She’s comin’ out here. Gemma told her abou’ all of this and she said she wan’s to help up through this.” 

“That is very sweet of her.” And not shocking at all. Anne had always been the best support system you and Harry had in your relationship. She would listen to you both, helped you through tough times and much to your benefit told Harry when he was being an idiot. “You hungry?” You eventually ask after it was silent between the two of you for a few moments. 

“Always.” He answers, looking over at you as you smile a bit. He returns it, one corner of his mouth upturned in a genuine grin. 

“Let’s go out to eat. Somewhere nice where we can just enjoy some good food, strong drinks and .. nice company.” You lean over, nudging him a bit with your shoulder. 

“Sounds much bette’ than sittin’ here all nigh’ bein’ sad.” Harry responds and you agreed, which is why you had suggested it. There was only so much more silence you could take before it drove you more insane than you already felt. 

“Hear anything about going to do the test?” You wonder later in the night after a nice meal at a restaurant the two of you had gone to many times on many dates in the past. It had exactly what you wanted, good food, good drinks and great privacy. 

“He sen’ me an email while we were eatin’.” Harry responds, shrugging a bit as he drives back towards the house with you in the passenger seat beside him. “It’s tomorrow mornin’.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You questioned but thinking about it, you knew why. The two of you had been having such a lovely evening. He didn’t want to ruin it by talking about anymore of this baby stuff. The two of you had shared jokes, laughs, and stories. Even 4 years together you could always find stories to tell one another and Harry was happy to see that they could still do that. Maybe there was hope after all. 

“Didn’ wanna bring it up.” He answered, focusing on the road before him. “You don’ have to go with me. It is gonna jus’ be quick, he said.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t mind.” You would prefer not to, of course, but you had come to support Harry so you would go if he needed you to. 

“I’ll be alrigh’.” He smiles over at you and reaches over, resting his large hand on your leg for a second. When he goes to pull away, you grab for his fingers, tangling yours with his. You just needed to feel his skin on yours, those long fingers between yours, their warmth, the coolness of his rings. He looks over at you, a small crease between his brows but he gives you a smile, mimicking the one you were giving him. 

“What do you they even do for this test? I mean.. what kind of test is it?” You had been wondering that ever since the lawyer had brought it up in the meeting earlier this morning. How did they go about testing if Harry’s DNA matched this baby’s when it was still in that woman’s stomach? 

“He sent me a bi’ of information on it bu’ it seems like they jus’ take my blood and her’s. The baby’s DNA is in her blood now and so they can see test it if it matches mine.” He explains. “It’s all very scientific.” You give a small laugh but were stunned by this information. You had no idea paternity could be tested like that. It was a bit fascinating, actually. 

“So you don’t want me to come hold your hand while they stick you with a needle.” You jokingly ask, pinching the back of his hand a bit. He laughs and shakes his head. He then has to release your hand as he needs two hands to pull into the driveway, pulling into the garage. 

“I think I’ll manage just fine.” You give him a grin before sliding from the vehicle and the two of you head inside. “Oh, my mum jus’ sent me her fligh’ details.” He tells you as the two of you go to collapse on the couch and he pulls out his phone. “She ge’s here tomorrow nigh’.” 

“Oh, good. It will be nice to have her here.” You sigh then, pulling your legs up to your chest and bite at your lip. 

“You alrigh’?” Harry questions, tossing his phone down beside him and leans back against the couch, looking over at you. You look over at him, resting your cheek against your knees. 

“I just feel tired, no matter how much I sleep. I feel like I just got done running a marathon. I could sleep for like a year.” Just to add on to your words, a yawn manages to escape your lips. Harry gives a small laugh, taking in how adorable you were. He resisted the urge to wrap his arms around you and cuddle you. 

“You can go take another nap. Don’ le’ me stop you.” He gestures towards the hallway but you smile and shake your head, uncurling your legs and you let out a sigh. The room fell silent then, neither of you saying anything, just staring at the wall in front of you both. 

Your heart pounded in your chest as you thought about how close he was to you, and for some reason in that moment you felt the urge to kiss him. You missed the feel of his lips on yours, the way his body surrounded you, the feel of his touch - gentle and warm. It had been so hard to be so close to him the last few days, no matter how mad at him, or how hurt and heartbroken you were, there had always been that draw towards the man beside you and it was back in full force in that moment. 

“Hey, Harry?” You end up saying, not looking over at him, continuing to keep your eyes fixed on the wall but you see out of the corner of your eye as he looks over at you. 

“Yes, love?” He questions, curious at what you were about to say. He was picking up slightly on your anxiousness and wondered what it all of a sudden could be about when things had been fine just a second beforehand. But you didn’t know what to say. You couldn’t get any words out though. So, you decide to shut off your brain from thinking logically, you instead just gave in to the feelings coursing through you and ignored the way your head was screaming at you. 

You instead listened to your heart in that moment, the part of your heart that adored the man beside you, that was completely in love with him and leaned over quickly, not giving yourself enough time to back out and pressed your lips to his. 

He gasps a bit against your lips but quickly kisses you back, his fingers coming up to tangle in your hair. You rest a hand on his cheek, the other on his chest as you lean into his chest. He turns towards you a bit more, bringing his other hand up to your waist, pulling you a bit closer. The feel of his lips on yours, the pressure they left on you, the buzzing in your chest, you felt alive for the first time in weeks and for once weren’t thinking about the entire situation. In that moment the baby didn’t matter, the cheating didn’t matter. You loved this man, you didn’t forgive him, but both of you were so emotionally unstable right now, you needed this. 

You soon pull away from him, both of you breathing deeply. Harry was feeling this pang in his chest, butterflies in his stomach, even. He was feeling the best he had in so long, he missed your touch, your kiss, so badly and here they were again, back on his. He didn’t know what that meant but as he pulled you back in for another kiss, he just didn’t care. This could be your last kiss ever and he would be okay with how perfect it was. Nothing ever gave him that happiness, that soaring feeling, that sense of completeness like your kiss. 

“I love you.” You pull back and whisper, looking into those green eyes of his that you loved so much. You just had to say it, even if it was just for one last time. 

“I love you, too, sweetheart.” Harry gave you a small smile. He knew this most likely didn’t mean the two of you were okay again, he knew you were far from that, but he wasn’t going to complain about your sudden affection towards him. He would take this over crying and arguing any day. You give him one last smile before pulling back completely. 

“I’m going to go take a bath and then probably get in bed, maybe read a little and call it an early night.” You tell him, pushing your fingers through your hair. 

“Want some company?” Harry offers, completely joking though would of course do it if you were up for it but you laugh and smack playfully at his chest. “Goodnight, love.” He reaches over, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. 

“Good luck tomorrow morning, don’t let them hurt you too much with that needle.” You say as you stand up, making your way across the room. 

“I’ll try.” You both exchange grins before you leave the room. That night, later, as you lay awake all you kept thinking about was the feel of his lips on yours once more. And for the first time in weeks, none of all this mess mattered and you finally were able to fall asleep with a smile on your face. 

i am so unbelievably proud of jack. the second he walked out on stage i practically burst into tears. to see how far he’s come, to be able to co-host this event, to get a hug from john boyega, to talk about video games and all the things he loves, it’s amazing and i am so proud of him. not to mention, to see him be a little fanboy with each game that was presented along with us. well done, jack! we couldn’t have asked for better hosts than you and strawburry17!

anonymous asked:

How whould the rfa react to an MC that doesn't have a driver's license and is so BAD at driving, like worst that Jumin driving 😂

Heya guys- just a little reminder that my requests are still closed- i have a back log of them (that require more intricate work/longer than 10 minutes) that have been in there for a while that I haven’t had a chance to write out for them. 

The only reason I’m doing this ask that I received today was the answers literally came to me in 2 minutes and will take me less than 5 minutes to answer, like a writing warm up if you will. 

Yoosung: Oh God. Oh God. We’re going to die. We’re going to die-
MC: Hey this is really fun!
Yoosung: Oh- no! Watch out! We’re going to die! We’re going to die!
MC: I’m doing so well for never having gotten my license right? 
Yoosung: …. I’m going to be sick. 
MC: Yoosung?
Yoosung: *unintelligible crying and dry heaving whilst MC laughs maniacally* 

Zen: …Okay so if we just take it nice and…
MC: *presses foot on the accelerator and starts to drive 40kms over the speed limit.*
Zen waits until they are stopped at the stop light and reaches over to pull the keys out of the ignition. The actor smiles wobbly and steps out of the passenger’s side and over to MC.
Zen: Jagi- I think it’s my turn to drive now-
MC: …But I’ve only driven for two minutes
Zen: And they were a lovely two minutes Jagiya- but I’m your Prince- let me guide your noble steed… or… Toyota… whatever. 
Zen picked up MC and forcibly put her in the passenger’s seat, just happy he managed to keep his cool (and his urine inside of his body.) 

Jaehee: *is the most perfect picture of calm on the outside, on the inside- she is  s c r e a m i n g* 
MC: Let me know if you need me to pick you up!
Jaehee smiles and tells her it won’t be necessary, giving her partner a kiss on the cheek. From then on, whenever the company car is late or broken Jaehee insists that she’ll walk to work, that it’s good for her health. Yes. Good. Because she wouldn’t be dead from a heart attack if she ever had to be in a car with MC as the driver again. 

Jumin: So this is the first time you’ve ever driven?
MC: Yes! *swerves to miss a cat… on the sidewalk… she’s driving on the sidewalk*
Jumin: I see.
MC: Okie dokie! That’s my 30 minutes done for today!
Jumin: I am impressed my love. I particularly liked the part where we didn’t roll over and crash. Well done!
*he’s legit proud of her… I mean… who is he to judge?*

Saeyoung: *they haven’t even left the garage and he’s already on edge*
MC: This is so much fun! 
Saeyoung: *intense praying* Please Lord, you can do anything to me… just… just don’t let anything happen to my baby… 
MC: Oh don’t be silly ‘Young! I’m fine!

MC: *smiling wickedly as she weaves in and out of traffic at a ridiculous speed*
Saeran: *watching on with the most uninterested, deadpan expression on his face.*
MC: *pulling over* So! How did I do?
Saeran:… That… That was so much fun!
Saeran: Now… it’s my turn!
MC: Wait… you… you don’t know how to drive a car?
Saeran: No
MC: But… you were meant to be the one supervising me…
Saeran: And I did. Now it’s your turn to supervise me. Now I noticed that you tried to avoid hitting the things on the road… wouldn’t it be more fun if we tried hitting them instead?
Saeran:… Damn. 

V: …. doesn’t know there’s anything wrong. He’s pretty dang blind at this point and trusts MC so implicitly that he just lays back and enjoys the ride. He doesn’t seem to notice all the constant car honking that happens when she drives or the muffled screams of the horrified pedestrians as she narrowly misses them… He does however notice that they always manage to make their appointments early and always compliments MC on her driving. 

It’s A Hard Noct Life (Noct x Prompto x Ignis)

So I was writing something else, but then I saw @kaciart‘s piece http://kaciart.tumblr.com/post/163650643813 and had to do the Thing ™. The title was something else, but this felt more appropriate and I’m a terrible person. Also head’s up that there’s blood.

Noct’s crying.

There’s no way Prompto can’t hear the restrained sniffles that escape the tough guise Noctis tries his damndest to keep up as he’s stretched out on his stomach across the Regalia’s backseat. The Advisor isn’t immune to the heart wrenching weeping either, gloved hands grasping the steering wheel so hard that he knows his shaking knuckles must be white beneath bloodied leather.

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can you believe that sana’s dad is a quite busy man, but he always makes sure he doesn’t miss any of his daughter’s basketball matches? and he’s always there in the stands, cheering for her, telling everyone around him “that’s my daughter right here! isn’t she so amazing?” and he’ll tell his colleagues and his friends and family all about her matches, about how “there were just two minutes left, and she scored the winning points!” 

but honestly? he treats all of her matches like victories, not matter if her team won or lost, no matter if she scored or not. he’ll great her with a huge grin when she comes to him at the end of a match and he’ll clap and say “well done, you!” and he’ll wrap an arm around her as they walk to the car, and he’ll tell her that he hopes she had fun today, because that’s what matters the most to him, his daughter enjoying what she does. and he thinks she’s a star, really, with or without shiny medals and trophies, and he’ll always, always be proud of his sana 

Well, you almost had me fooled
Told me that I was nothing without you
Oh, but after everything you’ve done
I can thank you for how strong I have become

Cause you brought the flames and you put me through hell
I had to learn how to fight for myself
And we both know all the truth I could tell
I’ll just say this is I wish you farewell

I hope you’re somewhere praying, praying
I hope your soul is changing, changing
I hope you find your peace
Falling on your knees, praying

I’m proud of who I am
No more monsters, I can breathe again
And you said that I was done
Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come
‘Cause I can make it on my own
And I don’t need you, I found a strength I’ve never known
I’ve been thrown out, I’ve been burned
When I’m finished, they won’t even know your name

You brought the flames and you put me through hell
I had to learn how to fight for myself
And we both know all the truth I could tell
I’ll just say this is I wish you farewell

I hope you’re somewhere praying, praying
I hope your soul is changing, changing
I hope you find your peace
Falling on your knees, praying

Oh, sometimes, I pray for you at night
Someday, maybe you’ll see the light
Oh, some say, in life, you’re gonna get what you give
But some things only God can forgive

I hope you’re somewhere praying, praying
I hope your soul is changing, changing
I hope you find your peace
Falling on your knees, praying.

—  Kesha, Praying

Oh piggy, you’ve been doing so well. I am so proud of that stuffed belly of yours. It’s grown since we’ve met. I want it to grow more though. I’m not done with you yet.
I have noticed you’ve gotten more eager to eat lately. What used to fill you full barely touches your hunger levels now. That makes me so happy to hear. I remember when I had to beg you to take another bite for me after you reached the point of feeling stuffed. Now you accept the challenge and don’t stop stuffing your face until I say you’re done, no matter how sore and stretched your belly gets in the process. I’m glad you’re learning who is boss here with your eating. Me. I want you to be the biggest piggy around. Now eat up, you’re looking a little hungry.


Request: HELLOOOOO I was wondering if you did any tom holland x reader imagines? and if you did can you please make one where the reader is an interviewer and tom and her just kinda lowkey flirt through the whole interview until the end where he kinda asks her out (or any other ending because the asking out is kinda too cliche)

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: I don’t currently have any previous Tom Holland imagines and he isn’t on my fandom’s list, but I will do this and more Tom Holland requests :) speaking of, I should update my fandom’s list and i’ll make sure to add him. 

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Warnings: flirting?

You’d been looking forward to your interview with the new Spider-Man for days, ever since you’d been told you’d be interviewing him by your boss you’d been ecstatic. You’d loved interviewing in general, being able to discuss one on one with celebrities for their new movies, or new songs, albums, everything. It was exhilarating and you had the chance to speak a little more personally with your idols. Of course, you were a complete professional during the interviews as this was your job. And you took your job very seriously.

But, the only difference this time was Tom Holland was very attractive, and you may or may not have the slightest (or not so slightest) crush on him. So, when you’d been told, you’d been exciting at first, but now sitting on the couch that soon would be where Tom Hollands would sit himself in a few minutes, the anxiousness was starting to flood in. You kept fumbling with your blouse, pushing your skirt down your leg and chewing on your lip with worry.

This was the opposite to your normal ‘professional’ behaviour. Which only made you feel more nervous.

Then the camera man gave you the thumbs up, signaling that Tom would be entering soon. You took a deep breath, standing up and watching the door swing open, Tom Holland stepping through the black stage doors. Your lips twisted into a smile, trying to hide your nerves and be polite. Tom stepped forward, walking up to you and you held out your hand in a polite handshake. He almost immediately accepted your handshake, smiling at you. “Hello, hi.” You greeted politely, nodding his way.

You both sat down on the couch, him immediately positioning himself so he was more comfortable. A tick went off in your head, glad that he was comfortable enough in the room to feel he could be himself. “Hello,” he greeted back, his accent thick. “Thank you for having me.”

“No, thank you for coming.” You laughed lightly, gripping your cards with light force. “It’s a pleasure to have you.” After your comment, you two shared a look, smiling kindly at one another. You couldn’t help but notice his eyes drift a little lower than normal and his body shift so he was facing you a tad bit more than before, his shoulders turned so they were straight in front of you. Coughing lightly, you looked down at your cards briefly. 

“It’s a pleasure being able to come on your show.” He complimented, and you nodded, smiling cheekily his way. 

“I’m a big fan of yours, and I am also very excited to see your new movie, Spider-Man: Homecoming.” You explained, swallowing the lump in your throat as you felt yourself become more relaxed. Slowly the nerves you’d felt previously disappeared and you felt more comfortable in the small space, you even forgot the camera was on yours and Tom’s face as you focused solely on your interview.

“You’re too sweet,” Tom laughed. “Thank you.”

“I’ve just been given some questions,” You started, bringing your cards closed up to your face and licking your lips slowly. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t done the action to gauge Tom’s reaction and you were pleasantly surprised when his eyes found your lips, and he smirked. Looking up into his eyes, you nodded; “I say we just get along then.”

“Sounds perfect, darling.”

“Thinking back over your career to date, what has been your greatest accomplishment as an actor?” You asked, looking up from your cards. Tom paused, thinking over his answer before a grin broke his concentration and he jerked his head back, blowing out air.

“Geez, starting with a hard one.” He commented, shaking his head. If this had been any other time you’re sure you would’ve thought he was being serious and panicked, but the way he laughed lightly after his comment, you knew Tom had done that deliberately. “I’m just kidding. Umm… well, i’ve been in many great movies and I am proud to be in all of them. But Spider-Man has been my hero for as long as I can remember, and being able to become him and work with so many amazing people I would say that is probably my greatest accomplishment. It’s of course, wonderful to be able to talk to wonderful people like yourself.”

Throughout his comment, you’d nodded, showing genuine interest in his answer. Tom’s last statement though, you couldn’t help but be slightly thrown off from it. Quickly recovering, you brushed a strand of loose hair behind your hair, subtly looking up at Tom and nodding one last time. “Hey,” you stated, holding up your hands in fake surrender. “It’s not too bad being able to talk to you.” 

Tom laughed, leaning forward slightly. Looking back down at your cards, you continued to ask question after question. Tom’s answers were composed and interesting and you found yourself loosing track of time easily as you both subtly flirted with each other, growing close with each passing minute. Before you knew it, the forty minute interview was over and you found yourself genuinely disappointed. Figuring Tom would forget about this after he leaves, you pushed yourself slightly back so you could focus on signing off.

“Well thank you Tom.” You smiled, nodding his way, unable to hide the hint of disappointment behind your eyes. “Catch the new Spider-Man: Homecoming on July seventh!” The camera turned off and the camera man gave you another thumbs up, signaling you were off. Your boss congratulated you, shaking Tom’s hand along the way. Standing up along with the actor, you turned to him, reaching your hand for a handshake.

He smiled, accepting the handshake before leaning in further for a hug. You found yourself shocked by Tom’s motives, but nonetheless complied and wrapped your arms around his shoulders lightly. You expected that to be over before you felt his breath on your neck and his words echo softly in your ear; “what do you say we go for a drink after your done, darling?”

You smiled, batting your eyes softly as you pulled back. Smiling at Tom, you nodded, whispering so only he could hear; “i’d love that.”

You Got Out

Characters: Sam x oldest Winchester, Dean, John.

Words: 2500

[Light swearing]

A/N: I wrote this in one sitting. Crazy. Anyways, this idea was provided to me by a nonnie, so thanks for that. 

Also, if you want any music to listen to, here’s a song that I like to listen to while I write. It’s pretty much instrumental, but it gets me emotional anyways haha. You - Petit Biscuit.

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Your name: submit What is this?

The relief hit you like a truck. Or a train. Or whatever. It doesn’t matter.

The relief envelopes you like an emotional but warm blanket. It fills you up from inside. Radiates from you. Touches and colors your everything.

You lose your breath. The paper you’re holding onto is slightly trembling because you are.

This is it; the paper you’re holding onto. The sweet escape. Sam’s sweet escape. Sam’s safety reassured in printed words. The ticket to his new life. The ticket out of yours.

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