well i never actually liked him

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"Elena’s reaction to Jeremy’s neck being snapped still leaves a lot to be desired, I mean in general but also when she actually thought that Damon killed him for good." Yes! I always thought this as well and then to act like she's semi ok with Damon in what, the next episode, was terrible writing. Who would even go on a trip with your brother's murderer? She should never want to be near him again much less in the same vehicle or room. JP was probs mad that KW made Damon do that so she wrote this

Which is pretty much everything with Damon and Elena. Like she just makes snarky remarks about him being an ass, like how Izzie would make remarks about Alex being an ass in Grey’s and it’s like … he literally killed your brother and tried to kill one of your best friends twice not to mention all of the other shit he’s done, there shouldn’t be any snarkiness there, it should be actual hatred. Like on the real, for the kind of person Elena is supposed to be, Damon should’ve been a dealbreaker for her and Stefan.

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Hi, um... Not exactly RFA, but it's Saeran, and... I tend to think of myself as of a bother to people around, I.. always think that others talk to me or are with me only because they're being nice and not because they sincerely like me or find me interesting enough... It's hard to believe anyone would really like me, many people in the past forgot about me as soon as I left, so the possibility of being attached or depend on anyone is something that makes me anxious... Um... Have a nice day ^^;;

Saeran never makes you fell that way. He always lights up when you walk into a room and when you aren’t with him, he’s texting you like crazy. Well…maybe not in a crazy way once he actually heals his mind a little… But he will totally text you through out the day when he is thinking about you. Which is a lot. 

But it’s the quiet moments with him that totally put your mind to ease. He is almost always within arm’s reach of you, if he’s not touching some part of you. 

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Sakura and Kakashi are to blame (in my opinion) bc they both wanted things to be like before when we know damn well that it will never be like before and needed to understand that instead of forcing their ideas and ideals on him. Yep Sasuke is a very misunderstood character and probably one of the most complex in the whole manga. Anyway back to what I was trying to say in the beginning. Women get called obsessed and weak when they fall in love but men don't. Part 3

instead of forcing their ideas and ideals on him.

I don’t see how they forced anything on him. All they wanted was to have back team 7, when sasuke was actually happy. It was all for his sake

Yep Sasuke is a very misunderstood character and probably one of the most complex in the whole manga.

I do agree that he is terribly misunderstood, but actually his character is one you can relate a lot.” I want to love, but I have already lost everything;What would happend If I were to lose it once again?”

Its’a actually incredible how human his character is and yet people choose to see him as a terrible monster

Women get called obsessed and weak when they fall in love but men don’t.

You shoudn’t use normal logic on a relationship if it is between two persons of the same gender otherwise you are H O M O P H O B I C anon

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What childrens apperance change as they grow?! Well I never. No they must look exactly the same as they did when they were born at all stages of life. I have a four year old nephew. It's kind of hard forming bonds with "Him" becuase he's apperance has changed so obviously this means we exchanged him for actors like 8 times already. I'll be kind of sad to see this one go actually. Kind of like him.

A documentary of how that happens in real life sometimes.

people who don’t like hunk genuinely confuse me. what has hunk ever done wrong? name one time hunk has done something wrong. see? you can’t. he is perfect.

Pls don’t stan Jin for his Money :/ I’m honestly sad whenever I see ppl suddenly stanning him because he’s the son of a well off family. Can’t y'all just chill and appreciate the fact that he actually never said a word about this. He worked his way up to the top just like the other members did, and he never even complained after all of these years when bighit treated him like shit, and didn’t even gave him the lines/screen time he deserved.if you think about it, Jin could’ve had it so much more easier, but he chose the rough path and I honestly respect him for that.He always seemed like a normal kid (I’m talking about how humble he always is,how down to earth, how weird af he could get lol , how shameless he can get *in a good way lol* ,how funny he is) and he still is a normal kid. He never used his status to feel superior and was always there, dotting on the younger members. He even makes dad jokes, ppl, DAD JOKES, WHAT KIND OF CHAEBOL’S SON DOES THAT ON NATIONAL TV??!!! Jin never gave a flying f about anyone’s ill opinions about him and was always confident even if he embarrassed his members with his flying kisses. He’s literally just like any other 25 y/o guy who’s having a blast at work with his friends . Please Love Jin in his natural habitat, not for his money.

That’s all :) ❤

i really like how they never made steve question the amazons in that ‘what the fuck, you are women and you fight??? this is absurd’’ way like he never really cared they were women he was just ??? at what they were exactly, where they were and how they spoke english so well but in the exact same way he would’ve done if he found an isolated magic island full of dudes instead. the concept of powerful women wasn’t weird for him at all and im just so glad bc that is a guy diana could actually like and the audience can support. you just know in other hands cough *joss whedon* cough this would’ve gone the other way

I just love how high of a tolerance level Keith has for Lance who’s always egging him on, challenging him, talks a lot, and is so goofy sometimes. 

Most of the time Keith is just making faces at him

or he’s just confused af

or he’s like: “Get the f away from me,” because he really doesn’t want to deal with him

then there’s those moments where he’s just done with Lance

And others where he’s like “Why do I even associate myself with this dude?”

But he never actually gets angry at him and if he does it’s very rare, he more gets annoyed

Keith literally handles Lance so well for a guy who’s so impulsive and has a pretty short temper, and I think that’s really cute.

A Little D for a Big A-hole.

When I was in eighth grade, my middle school French class took a trip to Québec City. My school was in the whitest part of whitest Connecticut and I had moved there a few years before from Atlanta. You can imagine the Izod-style culture shock I went through.

In any case, we were up in Québec City in February, for some awful reason. Probably because the prices were cheapest for hotels, I don’t know. I do remember it was cold and windy and snowed a lot.

I was a pretty geeky kid, unsurprisingly. I read Star Wars expanded universe novels during the morning reading period. I had disappeared into fantasy worlds after my brother died a few years before, just months after we moved to New England. Since my brother had died and I was a new kid, no one really knew how to be my friend. Some people were nice to me for awhile, but most ignored my existence.

One of the few people who took pity on me was the daughter of my church’s minister, who was in the same year as me. She’d invite me to eat lunch with her and her friends, even though I could tell her friends did not want me there.

Despite growing up speaking French, I was placed in introductory French – and never moved, because there was so much going on with my brother’s accident and eventual death that no one really bothered with my education. Thankfully, my French teacher was kind and would let me help lead the spoken French bits in class. This one boy liked to hang out after class and would mock me after I left, pinching his nose and doing his best “make fun of the French” accent. He liked to make my life hell in other ways, like stealing homework, tearing pages out of schoolbooks, or shoving my shoulder whenever he “bumped” me in the hallway. I had dealt with worse bullying before, so I mostly just tried to ignore him. His was never very serious, but it was constant.

In any case, I asked these girls I ate lunch with if I could room with them on this trip. I did not want to be randomly assigned somewhere. They grudgingly agreed to it.

Once we got to Québec, things changed. Our teachers told us we were allowed to explore the city in small groups and we were to use French only when interacting with shopkeepers and the like. Well, the girls I was rooming with quickly realized I was the only student in our class who actually spoke French. I helped my roommates order things at bakeries and make change and navigate around the city. Word quickly spread and by the end of the first day, several classmates came to me for phrases they could use.

On the second day of this trip, we were all supposed to meet up in this square in the old city at a particular time after being allowed to wander for a few hours. My group turned up a few minutes early and a group of boys – with my favorite harasser – was already there. The boys were clearly planning some kind of prank; there was a lot of stifled laughing and looking our way. The harasser came over to our group. He asked me how to say, “Are you my mother?”

Well, for those who don’t know:

“Es-tu ma mère?” means “Are you my mother?”

“Es-tu ma merde?” means “Are you my shit?”

Can you guess which one I told him? He had never paid attention in class, so to his ears (and the ears of our classmates), it sounded right. And no one would ever suspect quiet, mousy, geeky me of any shenanigans.

He went up to a stranger and asked her if she was his shit just as one of our teachers came around the corner. He got hauled by his ears, the teacher apologizing profusely to the woman while simultaneously scolding my harasser. Kid immediately tried to blame it on me but his protestations were immediately dismissed. The teacher did check with everyone, but no one had heard the difference in the language used so backed up my version of events.

He had detention for the rest of the trip and was not allowed to participate in any of the activities. He had to sit on the bus and write an essay.

He was far more cautious about being an a**hole to me in the future.

One thing I love about Preston is that during Maxsons speech, all the other companion are like “idk man this brotherhood stuff sounds a bit fishy to me ://” but Preston goes full out and pretty much explodes with “WELL ISN’T THAT THE BIGGEST LOAD OF DAMN BULLSHIT I’VE EVER HEARD” and I think that’s beautiful

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•MY FATHER’S REACTION TO SOME OF THE CHARACTERS FROM YURI!!! ON ICE•
Above are the exact photos I showed him—

(1/?)

1) Yuuri Katsuki
Dad, confidently: “Oh, I know him. That’s Yuri.”
Me: “Age? Country?”
Dad: “Japan…um…17?”

2) Viktor Nikiforov
Dad, while laughing: “Umm…Yuri??”
Me: “Ok, (laughing) age and country?”
Dad: “Kasakstahn…19”

3) Yurio Plisetsky
Dad: “That’s a…that’s a Jill. Jill’s 14”
Me: “He’s a guy…they’re all guys…”

At this point, my sister, who had also seen yoi, and I are laughing hysterically.

Dad: “No way…ok, um…Jerome?”
Me: “…sure, dad”
Dad: “He’s got a big attitude…that’s and Australian. He’s thinking about throwing a shrimp on the barbie right now”

4) Otabek Altin
Dad: “That’s-uh…Miguel”
Me: “Ok lol where’s he from”
Dad: “…Spain…he’s 19”

5) Jean-Jacques Leroy
Dad: “That’s Spain’s(referring to otabek) brother…that’s Juan”
Me: “Country?”
Dad: “England”
Me: “Age?”
Dad, without hesitation: “37”

6) Chris Giacometti
Dad:“Whoa, Justing Beiber 2008”
Me: “Name and age?”
Dad: “That’s-uh…that’s Justin, he’s 20. Like, tomorrow’s his 21st birthday and he’s planning to get VERY drunk. He’s gonna get…lit.”
Me, dying of laughter: “And where’s he from”
Dad: “That’s a Canadian if i’ve ever seen one…Mr…frosted tips…”

7) Phichit Chulanont
Me: “Name, age, country?”
Dad: “…Dora from Venezuela…he’s 13. And those are his hamsters, ee-nie, mee-nie, and mine-nie.”

Overall—

Me: “So, Dad, bonus points if you can tell me if they are gay or straight”
Dad: “I’m gonna give you a little spoiler…they’re all gay…they’re figure skaters.”
Me: “Ok, you have a point, but still…”

Yuuri- “gay”
Viktor- “Gay”
Yurio- “oh it’s jill, well i guess she’s straight”
Otabek- “gay”
JJ- “gay”
Chris- “SCREAMING GAY…THE GAYEST OF GAY”
Phichit- “…gay furry”


Me: “Ok, Dad, final and most important question. Are you ready?”
Dad: “I’ve never been more ready”
Me: “Two of the characters that are gay are actually in a relationship. Which characters?”
Dad: “Yuuri…and…um, Viktor???”
Me: “YES! YOU GOT IT!”
Dad: “BOOM! NAILED IT! that’s worth 98% right there”

I think it’s pretty safe to assume that my Father has very little knowledge of Yuri!!! On Ice. If he got it right, it’s most likely because of him hearing my rants😂

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Why John "never shuts up about Sholto" with Mary but never mentions him in front of Sherlock? I can't find a heterosexual explanation.

Well..I spent the last 5 minute trying to find a heterosexual explanation…came up with none..I mean it’s actually like not mentioning ex-boyfriend so that current boyfriend doesn’t get jealous..

Sherlock’s fucking face journey though..

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Just Explain…If that’s not being jealous..idk what is..

okay so james’ grandfather was named henry, and harry is a nickname for henry, so what if james and lily actually named harry henry and they just called him harry, and petunia and vernon probably never knew because dumbledore didnt give them a birth certificate, so what if like after the war 18 year old harry is trying to fill out all the employment paperwork at the ministry and they keep telling him that they have no record of him and he’s really confused and frustrated and he’s talking to arthur about it one day and molly overhears and she’s like oh well try using your full name dear, and harry’s just like ??? i thought i was?? harry james potter, that’s what i wrote??? and molly’s just like, no henry dear, try henry james and that’s how harry potter finds out that his name isn’t actually harry

A brazen challenge

Synopsis: Imagine admitting to Loki that you never manage to orgasm when are with men, making him smirk mischievously in response.

“Is that a challenge, my dear?”

So for the next couple of hours, he magically locks the two of you in your room and makes it a challenge as to how many times he can make you cum in a row. He pleasures you with his soft hands, his skilled and long fingers and his silver tongue before he fucks you roughly.

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Rating: M
Chapter: 1/1 (Oneshot)
Words: 4040
Warnings: smut. a lot of smut.

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I know it’s not a competition but niall being the most followed member of 1d is so hot, my man really earned his place in the music industry. Especially when you know he we like the last one direction member to reach a million followers. And what’s best about it is that he’s remained himself. He’s just working hard but he enjoys every bit of it. He’s so passionate and only tries to beat his own record. He’s so grateful for it all and never misses a chance to thank everyone. Do you know many artists who send personal letters to his fans, letters they actually took the time to write themselves? well niall does it. Another thing I love about him is the fact that he always promotes artists he loves to listen to. He always tweets them to tell them how he likes their new music. He knows how lucky he is and he’s always willing to help a friend. He knows what he wants to do and he’s doing it perfectly. He was born to do this.

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travis: daddy, what kind of music do you play when you’re getting busy?
justin: [yelling] MY HEADPHONES ARE OFF! 
dad mcelroy: well, travis–
justin: i’m out of the goddamn room!
dad mcelroy: it depends on what you’re, uh–
justin: OUT! 
dad mcelroy: what you want to accomplish. if you want to extend the experience–
travis: uh-huh?
griffin: oh, no.
justin: [yelling in the background] you fucking stop that on my show - i built an empire, you will not destroy it!
travis: now, what if you’re trying to build a certain sexy atmosphere, daddy? what–
griffin: [losing it] OH GOD, don’t say daddy. if you’re gonna explore this goof, don’t say daddy.
justin: travis and dad can go on this venture. i’m OUT!
dad mcelroy: [citing several musicians, including barry white] 
justin: [wordless yelling in the background]
travis: now, what if you’re actually having sex with barry white?
dad mcelroy: you don’t actually do it with barry white.
justin: he’s DEAD! like ME!
dad mcelroy: you let him play in the background. yeah. ‘cause that would be a little creepy.
justin: [crying]
dad mcelroy: [says the word “climax”] 
griffin and justin: NO! GOD!
justin: i’m going out the window! this is a nightmare! 
dad mcelroy: well, there is a band called climax. there was also a climax blues band. 
travis: i see.
justin: there’s a– there’s a band called jefferson airplane and i wish they would hit me right now and kill me in their propellers. i wanna die. 
(…)
justin: you’ve never done it. it’s never happened.
dad mcelroy: obviously, i’ve done it three times. i had to - where would you have come from? 
justin: a star put a crystal under a cabbage leaf and i appeared! I’M A GIFT! 

Chewbacca And Han Solo (Jughead Jones Imagine)

Originally posted by riverrdxle

Word Count : 3728

A/N: A small disagreement escalates into something Jughead regrets from the minute he says it. But in the time of need, good will always win.

Warnings: Swearing


“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“Again…no.”

“What about- “

“Nah-uh.”

“Y/N I AM BEGGING YOU!”

You put your hand on you hip, “There is actually no way in hell am I wearing that.”

Jughead sighed, “Why? What’s wrong with it?”

“You want me to tell you what’s wrong with wanting me to wear a Chewbacca outfit to a party that our whole year will be at?” You asked with raised eyebrows, not understanding where the hell your dumbass boyfriend got that idea from.

“Well, we can’t both be Han Solo!” He defended, throwing his hands in the air as if it was obvious.

You scoffed. This was the biggest party in your whole social life, you looked forward to it every year. It was hosted by the one and only Cheryl Blossom and the rule was: no fancy dress = no entrance. The past years you had outdone yourself, staring off with Jasmine from Aladdin, followed by a hippie with the full flower-power theme the next, and last year you topped it off with dressing as Bellatrix Lestrange. Now this time around, you had to do even better, which meant definitely not wearing the Chewbacca costume that Jughead wanted you to.

He had brought up the idea moments ago, you were currently at lunch in the student common room, surrounded by the usual group of Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin, Jughead and yourself. The people you called your “best friends” all had different reactions to Jugheads couple costume idea. Veronica was looking shocked at the thought of you wearing a furry-onesie to the highest social class event of the year, Kevin nodding and agreeing with her argument that she was loudly spreading to the rest of the group. Archie was in deep conversation with Jughead about the style of his costume and planning a trip the town costume shop for a plastic gun to take royal place as Han Solos weapon. And Betty was in awe at the ‘adorable’ thought of a couple-costume.

You on the other hand, thought it was preposterous.

“Sorry to burst your bubble Juggie,” you shrugged sarcastically, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “but I would rather get a sticky maple from Chuck than wear a Chewbacca costume in public…or ever.”

Little did you know, that once you had said your final word and started to have a conversation with Veronica about your actual costume, Jugheads’ heart sunk. He was excited about this, the first time he wanted to do something publicly to show that you were his, and you had turned down his idea.

All he wanted to do was show the other guys that nobody was to touch you.

Looking up from your conversation with Ronnie, you noticed your boyfriend’s sunken eyes that were focused on the floor. He couldn’t be that affected by a simple costume, could he? It was just a costume, a silly outfit that he was taking way to personally to heart.

Jughead looked up and met your loving eyes with a cold stare.
“Fine, you would rather have a fun time with Chuck, then he can take you to the party.” Jughead stated
aggressively.

You were stunned, and as were the others it seemed because they suddenly fell quiet from their various conversations.

“What are you talking about, Juggie?” You laughed lightly, confused with the sudden turn of events.

He scoffed, “Well you obviously don’t care about me, so Chuck can take you. I’m not going.”

Archie place a hand on his elbow, “Jug don’t be an idiot- “

Jughead shrugged him away and stared accusingly at you. You started to felt your blood boil at his sudden accusations and rudeness.

“Where is, this coming from?” You asked with pure shock laced in your tone.

Of course, you cared about him, he was the one person you loved more than life for god’s sake!

“You always have to have your own way! Nothing nice for anyone else,” Jughead accused, his words becoming harsher than expected.

The way he stared at you with a cold, hard glare hurt inside and you could see the tears start to form at the bottom of your waterline, but there was no way you were going to start crying here in front of all the people.

“Fine,” you shouted back, “I will go with Chuck.”

Veronica started to say your name in a rushed tone to make you see reason, but you ignored it.

“I will go with Chuck, because I don’t want to go with someone who overreacts about a costume party and starts making accusations!” You furiously said with the anger you felt being clear in your face.

But Jugheads expression only grew angrier and suddenly, you were frightened of losing him forever.

“Well that’s good then because I don’t want to go with someone who doesn’t care about anyone but herself and acts like goddamn royalty and superior, but is actually just a fake and never gets anything right. Because guess, what I hate people like that, and guess what again, that is a definition of you.”

He spat out the words like poison, and the way they stung your heart certainly felt like it. Your stomach felt heavy, as if all the broken pieces of you heart and fallen. A single tear rolled down your cheek and the vison of Jughead was blurred.

But when he saw how much damage his words caused and how he had just destroyed anything the two of you had, the anger inside his bones was washed away and instead, he was filled with regret.
He hated the fact he had hurt you, the way he has just broken the person he loved and needed to get by.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I did-“He began to stutter with remorse obvious in his voice. His eyes met yours but you looked away. It hurt to do so.

“No, it’s ok, you made your feelings pretty clear,” you spoke clearly, brushing the tears way with the palm of your hand and picking your back up from the couch. Without another word, you left the room.

You were closely followed by Veronica and Betty after they both started at Jughead with confusion and frustration plastered on their face and left the room, running after you to make sure you were ok. Kev left behind them, but not before putting a hand on Jugs shoulder to show he cared for him, but the fact he left to come after you showed he was concerned for you more than Jughead. Archie was still sat on the couch, just staring at his best friend as he had a mental battle with himself.

Jughead was furious with himself at the way he had overreacted and hurt you so deeply. He never meant for it to go that far, and his heart hurt at the idea of you crying somewhere feeling damaged and defeated.

Archie rose to his feet and looked Jughead straight in the eyes. No matter how much he wanted to say something to make his best friend feel better, to make him ok and tell him that there was a light at the tunnel. Archie desperately wanted to tell him that you two would make up and you would forgive him, but he couldn’t. Instead he picked up his back and made an exit for the door.

Jug’s eyes followed him out, and when Archie stopped he was hopeful that his best friend was going to be there for him in the time of need.

But all that came from Archie’s mouth was:

“You really fucked up this time, mate.”

And he left.

Jughead just sighed.

“Yeah,” he mumbled to himself. “I know.”

The tears in your eyes started to fall quicker and quicker as you stormed down the school corridors, looking for one person in particular. And when you saw him, you knew exactly what to do.

“Hey, Chuck!” You yelled down to him. Chuck was standing next to Reggie, and when he heard his named called, he turned around quickly. Your eyes met each other’s and you felt a sickening felling grow in your stomach.

“Hey, babe,” he smirked, throwing an arm around your shoulder, “what’s up?”

You shrugged his arm off – it wasn’t the same loving feeling as Jugheads. Chucks simple gesture felt dangerous, and you suddenly wanted to back out from making a mistake.

But there was no way you could go back to Jughead, not after he had hurt you like that.

So, gathering up courage, you managed to force out the words.

“Do you want to go to Cheryl’s party with me?” You spoke through gritted teeth, trying not to think about the fact you should be doing this with Jughead and not a play boy like Chuck.

You heard running from behind you and saw Betty and Veronica nearing where you were.

Betty placed a heartfelt hand on your elbow, trying to pull you away from Chuck, but your shrugged her off, “Don’t do this Y/N, you know Jughead didn’t mean it- “

“Shut up, Betty!” You spat out, not intending for it to come out quite so rude, “Sorry, it’s just that Jughead has made his feelings clear, so I’m going to take his advice.” You said, looking them in their eyes and trying to show them that you knew what you were doing.

Chuck pulled you back into his side and smirked down at you, “Yeah baby, we can go together, and after we can have a little fun.” He laughed and whispered in your ear.

Your stomach grew tighter as you felt your breakfast almost making a re-appearance. You forced a smile and just nodded at Chuck, pulling yourself out of his arms and walking towards a worried looking
Betty and a confused looking Ronnie.

“Jughead made up his mind,” you defended yourself, biting back the tears that were ready to be unleashed, “and now so have I.”

But of course, your heart took over and the tears began to spill once more. Veronica quickly pulled you into her arms, the comforting smell of her Yves Saint Laurent perfume making you feel safe for the moment. Betty joined in, and the three of you remained silently hugging in the middle of the hallway. Unbeknownst to you, Kevin and Archie has witnessed the entire matter, and when they noticed what was happening between you all, rushed over to be part of the group hug.

‘These people are here for me’ you thought to yourself. But no matter how much you wanted to be happy at that moment, you couldn’t.

Because your heart was shattered, and unfortunately, the only person who could fix it was the person who destroyed it in the first place.

And little did you know, that very same person was watching all his friends comfort you in the middle of the hallway, whilst you cried quietly because of something he did.

And he was determined to make it right.

—3 DAYS LATER—–

Saturday night. Party night.

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i like you (this is a problem)

“Here’s the thing-” Lily said, marching into the pub and pulling out a stool.


“We’re closed.” James interrupted without looking up from wiping down the bar.

“I want a dog.” Lily barrelled on without hearing him. “But my landlord doesn’t allow pets so I was wondering-“

“I’m not getting a fucking dog for you.” James said firmly.

Lily blinked at him. “I was going to ask if you thought it was morally wrong to raise it in my air-vent.” There was a silence. James was caught between hoping she wasn’t serious and knowing that she was. “Your idea seems better.” Lily admitted.

“Really. Talk me through that, is it because there is no animal abuse involved?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of then you’d have to clean up the poo, but the no animal abuse is also good.”


“Y’know” Sirius was lying on top of the bar, waving around a beer and staring at the ceiling. Nobody looked up. “I always thought once we owned a bar we would spend a solid 60% percent of our time drunk, and that hasn’t happened.” 

Remus, still wiping down tables, said “I shudder to think what you’d be like on your own.”

“Since we bought the bar we spend more time drunk than we used to?” Peter consoled, baffled.

Sirius sat up. “I would say we spent about 15% percent of our time drunk before the bar, and after the bar we spend about 25%. That is an increase of only ten percent.”

“Where are you pulling these numbers from?” Lily asked while holding the ladder for James, who was avoiding the dishwasher by pretending to fix the squeaky window.

“On top of being an excellent barman I double as a statistician.”

“You are neither of those things.” Remus said. Sirius glared.

“Fuck you Moony. At school you were always saying I didn’t do enough math, and here I am, doing math, and you’re abusing me.”

Remus threw a dishtowel at him and gestured to the kitchen. “Go unstack the dishwasher.”

“Fantastic.” Sirius said, throwing his hands in the air. “This is what I get for my brief foray into math. Insulted and unloading dishes.” He jumped off the bar and mockingly gave Remus’ back the finger. James laughed.


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Not So Picture Perfect || Kian Lawley Imagine (Requested)

“Literally all I want to do is go home. I really don’t want to be here,” I told Callie as I worked on the gym elliptical.

“What, why? You love the gym. What’s wrong?”

“Kian flies out with Jc and Dom today for the second half of the tour and won’t be back for 3 weeks.”

“Okay, I know you love him, but it’s only 3 ½ weeks. They will fly by, especially with Maya’s birthday party and Ricky’s “I Hit One Million” Bash.”

Even though I hate to admit it, she was right. It’s just 3 lousy weeks and with the technology we have today, it will be like he never left. 

“Fuck, you’re right. Did you know I hate that about you?”

“Yeah and I love you too, beyotch. Call me later, okay?”

“Alright, bye.”

I finished my 90 minute workout and headed home to see Kian for the last few hours. I grabbed my gym bag and unlocked the door to see Kian’s suitcases against the wall. I let out a sigh and called out to him.

“I’ll be there in a sec!” he yelled back. When he came into my view, I saw that he was on the phone.

“Yeah, Dude. I’ll be there in about an hour. Okay. Bye”

I gave him a confused look,”I thought your flight was at 10 tonight.”

“It was, but there was a screw up with the airline and our flight is 4:40 now.” I looked at the clock behind him and it read 1:27 pm.

“So that means you have to leave now,” I said defeated.

“Yeah, I’m sorry Baby.”

“No it’s fine, it’s not your fault. Did you need me to drive you?”

“I don’t need you to, but I definitely want you to,” he said as he embraced me. 

I helped him load his bags into the car and hopped in. I couldn’t help but think that i wouldn’t have moments like this for 3 fucking weeks. I hated it, but Kian loves his fans and would do anything for them. I would never stand between that.

After what seemed like the shortest ride in history, we pulled up to his terminal. Jc and Dom were already out there waiting for us and I helped unload Kian’s things. We stood there for what felt like forever, just holding each other.

“Ugh, ew! Come on already, Vitaly’s inside!” JC whined beside us. Kian and I decided to gross him out even more and started tongue battling each other.

“God! Didn’t you guys do enough of that before he left?!” asked Dom.

“We actually didn’t,” I said to Kian, looking kind of amused. 

“Well this is going to be one uncomfortable flight,” he joked.

“Speaking of flight, we gotta catch ours!” JC said.

“Fuuuck, I don’t want you to leave.”

“I know, but I’ll be back soon, okay.”

“Okay, have fun.”

“I will, I’ll call you when we land,” he said running into the airport.

“I’ll be waiting,” I said to myself.

When I arrived back to our place I was finally able to take a well needed shower. When I was done, I ordered food off of Postmates and caught up on ‘Are You The One?’ I really hated being here without Kian, but I had to remind myself that I did it during the first half and was (somewhat) fine.

My phone started to ring and I got excited when I saw that it was Kian calling.

“Hello?” 

“Hey, Baby. How are you?”

“Lonely. How was the flight?”

“Pretty good. Some kid threw up though, which made Dom almost throw up.”

“Ew, but kinda awesome, haha.” Our conversation didn’t last long due to the fact that he had a long day tomorrow and it was late where he was.

I decided that it was time for me to go to bed as well and try to not be so bleh.

The next few days were getting easier and easier. Almost two weeks have already passed and Maya’s birthday party was a great distraction. I hear from Kian every night and every night I miss him more. Tonight is Ricky’s bash and I’m really excited. I took me like 4 hours to get ready, but I was almost done. I was applying the last bit of makeup when my phone buzzed. 

I heard Callie come in and we naturally had to capture this moment. 

That night was complete blast. I can’t stress how proud I am of Ricky T for reaching over one million youtube subscribers. Callie and I finally got back to my place and I was about to take a shower when my phone started to ring.

“Hey, I saw your Snap. You look beautiful, how was the party?”

“It was really fun, but tiring. How’s the tour going?”

“It’s good! The fans are amazing, the closer I get to coming home, the more anxious I get to be with you.”

“*Sigh* I can’t wait for you to come back.”

“I know me either, but I’ll let you get some rest and I’ll do the same. Sweet dreams, Babe.”

“You too, Kian. Good night.”

The next few days were quite boring, but Kian comes home in a little over a week and I’m so happy! I had been trying to reach him for the last few hours now, but he wasn’t picking up. I finally gave up on him and tried calling JC, but it was too loud to hold a conversation. My last resort was Vitaly who evidently was asleep and didn’t know anything.

I realized that this was the first night Kian hadn’t called me and I got a sort of uneasy feeling in my stomach. I quickly shook it off and decided to go to bed. 

It was about 7:15 am when I was woken up by the constant vibration of my phone. After about 2 solid minutes, I groggily turn over and check what it is. I see that it is a bunch of Twitter notifications and I decided to open them. I see an assload of pictures of Jc with some random girl wither ass out, but that’s when I see it.

“What the fuck?” I say to myself as I read the tweets. I feel my heart drop as I see my boyfriend cradling another girl’s ass. I immediately decide to call him and of course it goes straight to voicemail. 

Over the course of the next 9 days, I didn’t leave the house. Ricky and Callie came over to keep me company, but I just wanted to be alone. Kian tried calling every 5 minutes, except when he was on stage, but I ignored all of them. Even the rest of the boys were trying to contact me, but I only talked to Vitally since he wasn’t there that night. He tried to get me to talk about it, but knowing that he would relay it all to Kian, I just changed the subject. 

So many people were talking about what happened, even Kian’s ex Andrea. All I could do at this point is cry and look at old photos of Kian and I. 

Kian comes back tomorrow and I had to make a hasty decision. I was in the middle of my thoughts when my phone vibrated over and over again. I thought I shut that fucker off. I go look at it and I see it is the man of the hour once again.

I can’t help but smile a little bit as I cry even harder now. Is it worth letting go? Is it worth staying? Then he said it. 

Those words made my decision so much easier.