what i saw and how i lied

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James Potter to Mrs. Wife: lily can we have another baby?

Lily Potter to Wears Socks to Bed: R u going to text me that every time Harry does something cute?

James Potter: yes

Lily Potter: U know if we got one every time u asked we’d have like 35 babies by now??

James Potter: i’d be okay with that

James Potter: they might give us our own tv programme

James Potter: lil and jim and their kin 

Lily Potter: Ur right what’s the point of having children if not to pimp them out for reality television

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random drama sentence starters
  • “Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?” 
  • “Don’t think I forgot about what you did last time.”
  • “I know you lied to me.”
  • “I’m not even sorry.”
  • “You backstabber!”
  • “I never want to see you again.”
  • “You never mattered to me.”
  • “I knew this was a bad idea.”
  • “Rot in hell.”
  • “It was supposed to be a secret!”
  • “No one loves me.”
  • “He/she/they is/are so petty…”
  • “You made me cry.”
  • “I don’t know who you are anymore.”
  • “How DARE you?!”
  • “I know you’re not talking to me…”
  • “I SAW you with him/her/them!”
  • “Just leave me alone.”
  • “What did you do?!”
  • “I told everyone that I didn’t want to talk but I’m actually dying for attention.”
  • “Just admit that was extra…”
  • “I forgive, but I don’t forget.”
  • “[text read thirty minutes ago]”
  • “Did you see what he/she/they was/were wearing?”
  • “So what if I had sex with your ex?”
  • “There’s something I have to tell you…”
  • “I can’t do this anymore.”
  • “You weren’t there for me when I needed you the most.”
  • “I never loved you.”
  • “It’s too late.”
  • “Quit ignoring me.”

anonymous asked:

i saw what you said about burnout in your field, and since i'm in library school right now i was wondering if you had any advice to combating burnout? or maybe how to get an escape plan?

Hopefully you’ll never need an escape plan, because you’ll love LIS and your job. But yes, burnout is a big problem because 1) we work with the public almost constantly and 2) we’re expected to do A LOT and often a very wide variety of tasks.

Tips:

  1. USE YOUR VACATION DAYS. Public servants get a good amount of them for a reason. We need them. I always worked jobs where we had very few days or the company made it really hard to take days off, but it’s so important for librarians to take those days. Even if you don’t have a big trip planned, try to take off even just half a day every month. Take a long weekend every month if you like! Give yourself a break and some time away from work. Even better if you can plan them right after times you know will be stressful.
  2. Make time for the parts of your job you love. Programming and making displays are my favorites, so I try to set aside a good chunk of time to dedicate to these things. Sometimes I’ll spend a whole morning just crafting to test out ideas or make examples for programs and that helps me relax, but also get some joy out of my job.
  3. Hang out with your friends—in and outside of work! Getting along well with your coworkers does wonders, but it’s important to see people you don’t work with, too. Sometimes you just need to NOT talk about work for awhile.
  4. Stop checking your email at home. Seriously. Trust people to take care of things when you’re gone.
  5. Be mindful of how much you can handle. If you’re starting to feel overwhelmed, chances are you’re already doing too much. Do your best to balance the load or spread it out so the most stressful things don’t all happen at once.
  6. Say no. You don’t need to be on EVERY committee. Additionally, be willing to delegate things out and remember that just because something was your idea doesn’t mean you need to be the person to make it a reality. Sometimes you need to pass things off and that’s okay.
The Package.

Pairing : Sam x Reader
Word count : 2,550
Author : Mel (Now @fictionalabyss )
Warnings : Knotting, Smut, Dom/Sub, A/B/O Roleplay, pinch of praise kink, mention of breeding kink
Square filled : Knotting
Written for @spnkinkbingo

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“Hey, Y/N?” Your door opened and you panicked, slamming the laptop shut. “.. What are you up to?”

“Nothing.” You were quick to answer. Maybe too quick.

His eyes moved down to your lap, his eyebrow raising, and a smirk beginning to show. “Your hand says otherwise.” His eyes went back up to meet yours as you quickly pulled your hand out of your pants.

Your cheeks went bright red. “W-what do you need?”

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my mother warned me about monsters in dark places but i guess she forgot to mention the monsters which live inside my head; the darkest place of them all

my mother warned me about strangers but she never told me what to do when the person you loved became a stranger

my mother told me to be nice to everyone but i guess she forgot to tell me to be nice to my body too

my mother taught me to always speak the truth
but i saw lies dripping from her tongue everyday when i asked her how she was

my mother taught me how to survive but she never taught me how to be full of life. i guess my mother searched for that one piece throughout her life as well.

~College!au Pen Pal Jungkook~ PART ELEVEN

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You went to the cafe every morning, in hopes of spotting Jungkook, to somehow attempt to make everything right. For the first few days, he either wouldn’t hear you, or simply ignore your presence. Not to mention, Y/F/N was always near him.

You couldn’t message him from Sarcastic Princess, because one, Jungkook wold be even angrier how ridiculous this was getting for him. He wasn’t a fan of drama and that was just what was going to happen. Second, Y/F/N knew some shitty things about you, including why you never revealed yourself to Jungkook, and you knew she wouldn’t hesitate to tell Jungkook if you in any way ruined her chances with him. Hell, if you even thought about texting him as Sarcastic Princess, she could somehow convince him you’re were some CIA level hacker. She was that manipulative.

Then, those days when he was alone, he’d give a forced smile as if he didn’t care at all by what you’ve done. 

“Hey, Y/N,” his eyes would gaze over the store as if looking for someone. 

“Look, Jungkook. I know I lied but–”

“Can we not talk about this? It’s over with. I got my pen pal, and that’s all I ever wanted,” He spoke, sternly, the last few words expressing more meaning than said. 

That’s all he ever wanted. Just his pen pal. He never really was your friend, he was hinting. He wanted you to think he didn’t care at all about what had happened, or you for that matter. And that hurt. A lot.

He would leave, making a dumb excuse to meet up with Y/F/N. This went on for two weeks. She never hung out at your dorm anymore. Scoffing just thinking about it, you two never had much in common. She was more outgoing, popular, had a better style while you liked to stay in and watch time go by wearing your comfiest clothes. 

It was only until you told her about your pen pal when she seemed interested in your friendship. You should’ve known from the start. She was using you. Those times you asked if you were being sly enough, she was just being sly herself by learning to be his pen pal.

But out of all of it, you still had his friends. It was one day, you were in the library, a place you only used to go with Jungkook, when Jimin and taehyung rolled next to you on swivel chairs. 

“Hey, Y/N! Jungkook’s not around?” Jimin smiled.

“No. Just in case he hasn’t told you, we’re not friends anymore,” You looked at the computer in front of you, swallowing the knot in your throat.

“Wh–what?” Taehyung gasped, quite dramatically.

“Yeah, I lied to him. And he found out.” Now it was their turn to hate you. 

“Finally let him know you were his pen pal?”

Choking on a breath, you coughed. “What?”

“C’mon, Y/N. The way he spoke how you spontaneously entered his life, accidentally when his pen pal gave him her room number? Not that hard to see through,” Taehyung shook his head, but held in an amused smile. 

“But–”

“He’s an idiot. That’s why he didn’t suspect it. Why didn’t you tell him, anyway? He was in your room.”

You blinked at the boys’ curious faces.

“Uh, Y/N?”

“I think we broke her. She was sad, remember?”

Letting out a sigh, you looked down. “I lied because he was disappointed. You should’ve seen his face when he saw me, wearing my usual comfy clothes, messy hair. It wasn’t what he expected nor wanted.”

“Idiot,” Jimin shook his head to himself, referring to Jungkook. 

“But you two became friends! Surely, now he would understand why you felt that way. Why is he mad?”

“Because I wasn’t the one who told him. Psh–She didn’t even tell him the truth. Just made it a bigger lie.”

“She?” Taehyung asked.

“Y/F/N,” You spoke as if the name was poison on your tongue.

The boys looked at each other and clenched their jaws. “Y/F/N. Oh, we’ve heard of her.”

“You have? All good things I assume because she’s pretending to be Jungkook’s pen pal.

“Hm, from him, she’s okay, I guess. But we don’t like her,” Jimin frowned.

“Nope. At all,” Taehyung confirmed with a nod.

“Why not?”

“All she does is take away our time with him. He’s never around because they’re too busy hanging out. We’re glad she’s not his pen pal. We were really rooting that it was you.”

“That sure sounds like Y/F/N. I wish I would’ve known her motives sooner before I lost him.”

“You didn’t lose him,” Taehyung placed a hand on your shoulder. “Just tell him everything you told us.”

“I can’t do that. He’d still hate me. And when it comes to how much he hates me now and how much he’ll hate me if I tell him, I think I’m fine right now. Plus, why would he believe me after everything? Why would he even care?”

“Y/N…”

“I can’t tell Jungkook. Not gonna do it. Sorry for trying, boys, but I’m fine and I deserved this. Sure, I wish he could have the same outlook you two have but I’m not willing to risk it.” You stood up in your seat to leave when your heart dropped to the floor. You couldn’t move. 

“Tell me what?”


OOOOOkdshjfasdfkdjsf Wow who did two updates for the same series in a day??? Hello, yes, I did… Also, hey remember when this was fluff? Lolololol

Part 12?👀 (aasdfgh i know y’all want it)

“Nothing I do is ever good enough.” part.2

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Angst 

Words: 1,629

*WARNING* - The following content can be triggering. With mentions of depression etc. Read at your own risk as this chapter is quite ‘dark’, and I don’t want to upset anyone.

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The Arrangement (pt 7)

A/N: I lied, the angst shall come in the upcoming part.


When you and Jimin returned to your parents, still holding hands, you found all four huddled near Jimin’s mom’s phone, staring at something. 

“Look at how cute they are!” she practically squealed. You saw your parents also smiling warmly at the screen. 

“Hey, what do you got there?” Jimin asks, startling everyone as they didn’t see you both return. 

“Oh, just the photo I took this morning!” his mom said, not even trying to hid it.

“eomma!” Jimin protested.

“What, it’s cute. Take a look for yourself” she said as she handed you both the phone. You and Jimin looked at the photo and you felt yourself blush looking at the picture. You both looked so….comfortable. So peaceful even. You could have fooled anyone. But of course, you both were actually going to be trying now right?

“At this rate, we can be expecting grandchildren in no time!” His mom continued.

“EOMMA!” Jimin protested again, this time even louder. 

“WHAT? We’re not going to lie, we figured it would take you both to get to know each other and get comfortable being a married couple but you guys seem to be getting along wonderfully. Well of course, it’s been a few months since you’ve been married, but still! And we’re not going to live forever, is it so bad to want grandchildren already?” his mom whined back.

You and Jimin just stood there, flustered. 

The following weeks were….pretty great. You and Jimin followed a similar routine from before his parents had arrived at your house, but you two were far more comfortable with each other. Many nights, you both stayed up hours learning more and more about each other. 

One night, you were about to start getting the groceries ready for cooking when Jimin’s father had come to the kitchen.

“Me and the Mrs. are going to have a date of our own tonight Y/N, so no need to make dinner for us as well. Why don’t you and Jimin go on a date too!” He said excitedly. Jimin’s father was dressed for his date, and you couldn’t help but smile. 

“How do you the two of you do it?” You ask.

“Do what honey?” he asked.

“Be in love as if it’s the first day?” you said, smiling almost sadly. Would you ever had what Jimin’s parents had? What your own parents had? 

“Me and Jimin’s mom… we were like you and Jimin. We also had an arranged marriage. And back then, I was dreading it. But the moment I saw Jimin’s mom, I knew I was whipped. I strongly believe that we are soulmates. And because our marriage is so happy, we only wanted the same for Jimin. We were so worried that the two of you wouldn’t get along, but looks like we didn’t have anything to worry about after all” He said warmly. You only smiled in response. “Good night, sweety” he said, as he retreated back to go and get his wife. 

As they were heading out the door, they ran into none other than Jimin. “Are you two going somewhere?” he asked.

“We’re going on a date!” his mother chimes.

“Oh, have fun!” Jimin says. 

“Yah, why don’t you take Y/N out too? You two haven’t had much alone time since we moved in. This is as much for you guys as it is for us” his father whispers as he heads out the door. 

“Bye kids! Don’t wait up for us!” his mother says loudly as she closes the door behind them, leaving a flustered Jimin standing at the door, looking towards you. 

“Hey you” you say, smiling at him,

“Hey” he says, smiling back.

“What are you in the mood for? Looks like it’s just us for dinner” you say, looking back at the groceries. 

“I was thinking Chinese? How about instead of staying in, you can show me that Chinese place you were talking about? I still need to know if it’s better than my place after all” he said, smiling as he ran his hands through his hair. 

You jumped a little in excitement. You were tired today and cooking was the last thing on your mind when you got back from work, so this was a treat. And if you were looking into it, it was your first date with Jimin. 

Jimin smiled at your excitement. He realized he had just asked you out…on a date. Why was that so weird, you were his wife after all. 

“I’ll be ready in a few!” you said, as you almost ran back to the room to change. You looked through your wardrobe, wondering what to wear tonight. Should you dress up? Or go casual? Or would that seem like you didn’t care? But you also didn’t want him to think that you were trying too hard? You quickly scanned through the entirety of your clothes, and finally settled on some dark skinny jeans and your favorite baby pink blouse. 

Jimin had changed quickly outside in the bedroom while you were getting ready, but he too found himself skimming through his wardrobe wondering what to wear. He put on some cologne, making sure it wasn’t overwhelming and headed back to the living room to wait for you.

As you soon came out, he found himself staring at you again. He now had no problem admitting to himself that you were beautiful. The skinny jeans did your legs some justice as they showcased them beautifully. The baby pink was a lovely color that matched your skin tone and your loose curls flowed freely. You were truly stunning no matter what you wore. 

“Is there something on my face…?” you asked when you noticed him staring. You started to wipe at your cheeks and looked at your hands, expecting something to be there.

“Oh..no no, it’s nothing” Jimin said as he smiled and stood up.


You spent the car ride to the restaurant talking about both of your days and eventually started talking about your respective companies. The ride the restaurant was somewhat quick, so your conversation easily flowed even as you sat down at a table. You knew the staff here quite well, even the chef as it was somewhere you frequented. 

The chef came out to greet you and as you held a small conversation with him, Jimin couldn’t stop looking at your smile as you talked to the elderly man. It was then that he realized he hadn’t met one person who didn’t like you. You were well liked by just about everyone and you treated everyone with respect, no matter how rich you were. That was not something he could say for most of the girls he knew, especially his ex.

“Do you have anything in particular you would like to try?” you asked him suddenly, bringing Jimin out of his trance.

“Uhhh” he said as he looked at the menu, realizing he never got the chance to go through it. “Why don’t you just order for us?” he said, not wanting to waste more time.

You ended up ordering Jimin’s favorite and some other dishes as well. He couldn’t help but feel warm when he realized that you had remembered so much about him. 

The food arrived shortly after and Jimin found you staring at him eagerly as he went to go take his first bite, as if you made the food yourself. With the first bite he knew, this place was clearly the winner. The food was delicious, and even though it was a much smaller restaurant and a family run restaurant nonetheless, the taste was far superior. He turned to look back up at you, waiting to eat after hearing his verdict.

“Ok ok…you…you win” he said 

“Yes!!” you said, a little louder than you were working. Some people turned to look in your direction and you became flustered immediately. “oops” you said, finally reaching out to eat some food of your own. 


“How was the food sweety?” the old man asked when both you and Jimin were near done eating.

“You have truly outdone yourself once again Ajusshi. It’s amazing” you said, smiling at him.

“I’m glad you and your husband enjoyed my food” he said, as he took some of the empty plates away. 

“Do you have any room for dessert or are you going down to the dessert stand again?” the man asked as he was about to walk away.

“Hhm…I think I’ll take him to the dessert stand if you don’t mind. I’ll get some dessert here next time!” she said, excitedly. Soon after, you and Jimin paid and left the restaurant. Jimin walked towards his car, but you dragged him away. “It’s only a little walk away from here. Can we walk?” you asked. The weather at night was so pleasant and you couldn’t let go of the opportunity to spend time outside. 

“Sure” he said. You two walked side by side and while it was silent between the two of you for the first time tonight, it was comfortable. Jimin was taking in the scene as he saw all the shops and restaurants nearby. There was a small park to the corner and he could soon smell something sweet in the air. You were just smiling at the pleasant weather, smiling at just about everything. 

“Here we are!” you said a few minutes later. You both had walked up to a small little dessert stand right across from the park. The vendor knew you quite well too, since you would usually get dessert here after having dinner at the chinese restaurant. 

The had a relatively small menu, but they were well known for their fish waffles with soft serve ice cream on top. You knew Jimin secretly had a sweet tooth, and you could see a small smile on his face when he saw all the options. 

“Do you know what you want? I’ve tried I think everything here” you say happily. 

“Uhh I don’t know Y/N! Just get me one of whatever you’re having” he says, turning back to you.

You turn to face the handsome man operating the stand. “I’ll have two of the regulars oppa” you say. 

“Wah, Y/N, haven’t seen you much since you got married” he says, as he starts to fill the waffle iron. Jimin figured you both were going to get the waffle ice cream dessert, but why did you call him oppa?

“Oppa?” he asked, not being able to hold back?

“Yeah, he’s a neighborhood oppa! Me and my parents used to live somewhere nearby when I was a kid and my dad would bring me here a lot as a kid. Me and Jae Hyun oppa grew up together I guess!” you said. 

“Yeah, but she doesn’t come by a lot anymore. Not since you two got married anyways. It’s nice to meet you!” Jae Hyun says as he reaches a hand out to Jimin. Jimin shook his hand, and though he was slightly jealous of your relationship with him, he knew it was harmless. 

“Same ice cream as usual?” he asks you. 

“Uhm, I’ll have the caramel ice cream. Jimin what do you want to try?” you ask.

“Uh, I’ll have the chocolate” Jimin says, quickly skimming through the flavors they had available. Soon after, you both picked your toppings and said farewell to Jae Hyun after paying. 

“Do you want to walk around the park for a bit while we eat this? I wouldn’t want to spill anything in your car” you offered.

“Sure, that sounds nice” he said. He doesn’t really remember the last time he was on a proper date. Although he didn’t know if this was considered one since you were practically leading the way. But that didn’t stop his heart from beating as if it were a first date. He hadn’t had one of those in…years. Not since high school. It was always casual hook ups. Nothing lasted long, except for the relationship with his ex that lasted about half a year. He had soon realized the relationship was toxic and she was only out for his money, so he cut it off with her. 

Jimin didn’t know if he liked the dinner or dessert more, but he knew that he liked spending the time with you. Any of his “dates” would always recommend all the high end places for dinner, so this was actually a real treat. You both strolled the park, that was not too busy this time at night. A few people walking here and there. A few other couples too. Jimin was surprised by how comfortable he was in this situation. He was thoroughly enjoying the night, and any stress he had was slowly melting away, like the ice cream in the waffle. It reminded him of his childhood, when his life wasn’t so full of worries. 

You two eventually sat at a little bench facing a little playground. 

“Hey, I think there’s something on top of your ice cream!” Jimin says, pointing to the ice cream peeking out of the fish’s mouth. 

“What?” you look down at the ice cream and find nothing out of the ordinary. But before you knew it, Jimin had placed his hand under your hand that was holding the dessert and push it up slightly, causing your nose to land on the ice cream. You felt the cold sensation on your nose. 

“Yah!” you almost yelled. “Why’d you do that?!” you asked, but now laughing. You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, 

Jimin let out a hearty laughter. You looked absolutely adorable with the ice cream on your nose and around your mouth, even though it was just a little. Luckily, you had a napkin and wiped it off shortly after. 

“I used to do that all the time when I was a kid. No one saw it coming!” he said, thinking he had got the best of you. But while he laughed, you took your ice cream and shoved it lightly on his face. He stopped laughing immediately and looked at you in shock. 

“No…YOU didn’t see it coming!” you giggled as you handed him a clean napkin. He started laughing again, realizing that you had got him good. 

You both then sat there in a comfortable silence, just looking out on the empty playground. The breeze blew threw ever so lightly and Jimin turned to look at you. Your hair blew beautifully along with the breeze and the moonlight illuminated wonderfully on your skin. He scanned the outline of your face, and when he eyes landed on the side of your lips, he started to laugh again. 

“What?” you asked, turning to him. “What’s so funny?” you asked again. He just kept laughing. “Well come on, do share what’s funny! I want to know!” you said, nudging him a little at his side.

“You just have a little ice cream left” he said. pointing to the side of your lips. You tried to wipe it away with your napkin but you couldn’t find the spot. Jimin just laughed as you tried to clean yourself. You were so darn cute, he thought. 

He grabbed the napkin from your hand and turned to face you better as you did the same when you felt him take the napkin from your hands. By now, the ice cream had somewhat hardened on your lips, so it was a little harder to wipe off. Jimin inched closer to you, and your heart started to beat uncontrollably fast and you were sure you were a deep red. Jimin soon realized how close he was too, and his initial reaction was to back away. But he was entrapped in your eyes. And without thinking twice, he placed his lips on yours gently. At first, he was scared to even move his lips thinking you wouldn’t kiss him back and truthfully you were a little stiff from the shock. But despite his fears, he slowly moved his lips and he loved the warmth and softness of your lips. And not to mention the sweetness from the ice-cream. He made a mental note to get the caramel ice-cream the next time you both came back.

You really didn’t see it coming. His plump lips on yours felt like heaven. And when he started to move his lips against yours, you were slowly melting. And within seconds, you slowly melted further into the kiss and started to kiss him back. This was the first really kiss you shared with your husband. Not that fake peck on the lips you two shared during the wedding ceremony. 

This, this was amazing. And you knew you were never going to get enough and it would be an addiction. But you were still surprised nonetheless and you had dropped your dessert on the floor in the process. After what seemed like an eternity though, Jimin pulled away from you, allowing you both to breathe. He smiled at you, slightly breathless.  He was so happy that you kissed him back and didn’t turn him down. He knew his feelings for you had grown a lot over the last couple of weeks and he had only hoped that you might feel the same. 

He was too nervous now and didn’t know what to say, so you both turned away flustered. His hands at met yours though, and he intertwined his fingers with yours, like he did back on the picnic. You just continued to smile, still thinking about the sweet kiss. You were too embarrassed to look at your husband, so you chose to look everywhere instead. Your eyes then landed on your little fish waffle on the ground and giggled.

Jimin followed your eyes to the fish on the floor. Thankfully he had finished his long ago, otherwise he knew that his would have been on the floor as well. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll get more when we come back next time” he said, smiling at the fish. 

“Next time?” you asked.

“only if you want” he said, nervous again.

“Of course” you giggled. 


That night contained the first kisses of many to follow. Like couples who first begin dating, you soon found yourselves going out on more and more dates, with more sweet kisses. You soon couldn’t take your hands off of eachother.  And pretty soon, the sexual tension was beginning to eat at you too. 

You both felt it, and some kisses from soft and sweet to hungry and hard. But it never went past that, despite wanting it.

Jimin felt his sexual frustration grow everyday, and he knew you were slightly frustrated too. You two had been married for about 7 months now, and not once had you two slept together. But his parents still lived with them, and the repairs seemed never ending at their home. After all, it was a big house. He wanted his first time with you to be special, and he also didn’t want the risk of his parents hearing or worse, walking in on them. 

But over the last few weeks, you had slowly turned into Jimin’s friend, girlfriend, and wife. You were all those things, and you were now the most precious thing in his eyes. It was crazy how hard he fell for you and how fast, but you were quick to reassure him that you felt the same. One of the greatest things about your relationship was how honest you both were with each other, especially your feelings for one another. 


One evening, Jimin’s parents had come out of their rooms, luggage in hand. 

“The repairs are finally done and we’ll be moving back in tonight. Thank you so much for letting us stay with you both. We know you both would love to spend the time alone, so we’re sorry for imposing for sooo long” Jimin’s mother said. 

“Woah, you’re leaving out of the blue?!” Jimin asked. You and him were cuddled up on the couch, watching a random movie on the couch. 

“Yeah, we just heard that the repairs were done. And we’re homesick too!” Jimin’s father added.

“Awh, I wish I could have made a better meal last night then if I knew it was your last night here” you said. 

“Oh, well we can always have dinner again another time. Please come and see the house when you have time!” his mother said.

You and Jimin paused the movie and walked with his parents as they got ready to leave. 

“Really though, thank you dear. It has been wonderful staying here” Jimin’s mom said as she hugged you. 

“No, I loved spending time with you too Eomma” you said honestly. Sure, you were starting to wonder when they would leave, but you were sad when the moment suddenly came out of the blue. 

You and Jimin watched as his parents drove away and you both smiled as you closed the door. It was weird being in the house alone now. You both just looked at each other awkwardly before retiring back to the couch. 

You pulled yourself close to Jimin again. You loved the warmth that emitted from him and combined with your favorite blanket, you were in heaven. You weren’t really paying attention to the movie as you had already seen it before, but your eyes still focused on the screen. Jimin’s eyes though, were focused on you. 

He started slowly running his hands through your hair, something he had found you had liked immensely. And soon he found himself tracing the outline of the side of your face with his finger. You turned to him, confused. He just shrugged and pretended to look at the movie again. But when he felt your turn your head back to the screen, he turned back to look at you. 

You were so close to him, so why did…why did he miss you? He wanted you and your everything, so he turned your head to face him and placed a warm kiss on your lips. The kiss grew hungrier each second and before you knew it, Jimin was carrying you back into your shared bedroom. 

And well..you know the rest. 


As the sunlight fluttered into the bedroom once again, you woke up tangled in sheets with your husband. He was still asleep, and you loved just look at his sleeping face. Last night was…amazing. He had made you feel things you didn’t realize were possible and while sex wasn’t a foreign subject to you, you felt like you were in a whole new world with Jimin. He made sure you felt loved and were well taken care of, and though the night was pretty much sleepless, you couldn’t feel any happier now no matter how tired you were. You ran your fingers along his lips, and resisted the urge to just kiss your husband awake. 

“Good morning beautiful” Jimin said, smiling with his eyes still closed.

“You’re awake!” you said while giggling. “Good morning, sweets” you said. Though the nickname started off as a lie, it had stuck now. 

Jimin hummed at the name with the smile still on his face. He pulled you in closer to him and you both just laid there, cuddling for a few more minutes before you decided to get up and make something to eat for the both of you. God knew you both were hungry!

7 months ago, you thought your life was cursed. But now, you couldn’t be happier with your husband. You fell in love with a wonderful man, and you had him all to yourself. And you had the rest of your life to spend with him. You already made those promises, even if you didn’t mean them at the time of the ceremony. 

But if only you knew about the pain you would face soon in the future. Would any of this be worth it?


A/N: Sorry, I ended this part kind of weird. And I lied. I thought there would be angst in this part, but there isn’t yet. BUT NEXT PART FOR SURE. 

 F O R . S U R E .

P.s. please let me know what you think of this part. I wasn’t too happy with it, but needed a filler part for the plot I had in mind. I also don’t write smut fyi. 

Previous parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Loki's relationship with Odin

Spoilers for Ragnarok are below, so scroll on by if you haven’t seen it yet. :)

So while I have a bajillion feelings about this movie and want to get them out there I have to first comment about this loser* and how things just fit into place in Ragnarok regarding him and his family.

I know that other’s have probably said this more eloquently, but for me, I gotta say that the revelation about Hela and her and Odin’s background made everything just click in terms of Loki and the way he was raised, treated, and the family dynamic. It especially explains so damn much about the dynamic between Odin and Loki.

Everyone has been saying how much Hela and Loki look alike, even a blind man can see that. It was no mistake how Odin’s magic made Loki’s glamour follow Hela’s overall complexion and love of the colour green. Hela was imprisoned before Thor and Loki were born, so we know that this all happened after her banishment. How long from her banishment to their birth is a bit of a mystery, but I think it was still close enough that Odin chose (or maybe not fully consciously chose) how Loki would look as an Aesir. He still missed his daughter and obviously felt the pain and guilt of that loss and what she had become. Loki and Thor are Odin and Asgard’s redemption for the atrocities that he and Hela committed together.

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babygurltaetay  asked:

Hi can I request an jay park ambw smut where you guys are at the club and you've been needy and misbehaving and he punishes you

No Touching:

“Are you going to apologize for what you did?” Jay asked as his stripped off his clothes slowly, his toned body becoming revealed to you.

Letting out a shaky breath, your eyes that were tapped open starting to water as you looked at him hating the fact that you couldn’t breathe but you decided to play his game. Your arms tied behind your back, lets spread wide with a vibrator pushing down against the top of your panties but only frustrating you and not giving you pleasure. “I did nothing wrong.” You bit your bottom lip as he took off his boxers and drug a chair in front of you sitting down on it.

“Oh really? Nothing that you did in the club that you are sorry for?” Jay asked you as he gripped at vanilla scented lube, popping open the top as he started to pour it on his hardened shaft.

You knew that you were in for shit the moment you had let Reddy grip at your hips and pull you closer to him. You had asked Jay to take you home more than once, the alcohol mixed with how fine he looked made you want to just jump on him. But he had shooed you away mostly because he was trying to plan something for your upcoming anniversary but to you, it seemed like something else was going on. In your moment of rage and wanting attention you decided to misbehave. It’s not the first time you’ve done this going around the club or any setting talking to different men so that they would pay you attention. But it was the first time that you had let a man push against you, his hips against your ass or your hips. How his chest pressed against your plump breast. Jay saw it all and he was beyond tired of your attitude and princess complexity. He had let you get away with it that night and if matters weren’t worse he received pictures from Simon of how you were all over a few backup dancers while you all practiced the next day. Anger filled his system and it was clear that you didn’t know your place. He waited until you were home, and he jumped on you almost literally grabbing at you and dragging you to your shared room. He proceeded to handcuff your hands behind your back using tape to tape your eyes open. He had grabbed at one of his favorite vibratos placing it in your shorts against your panties but not aiding you with more pleasure than that. He was already hard thinking about countless of times he fucked you and how he fucked you.

“I didn’t..” You lied once again truing to roll your hips and close your legs against the toy to give yourself more pleasure.

“I’m tired of you lying you keep doing this to get yourself out of trouble and it’s not working. I saw you all over Reddy last night and I have the pictures I heard about what you did today. You are so needy at times it amazes me that I’m enough to keep you here. I thought about all the ways I could punish you but I know you would just want to be touched by me. You kept complaining about it last night even when we got here, throwing your shit everywhere and sleeping with your ass right against my dick.” He chuckled gripping his shaft stroking his heated flesh with his slicked hand now biting on his bottom lip as he watched you. “So now you get to watch me touch myself and get myself off while you do nothing about it.” As he spoke you shut your legs tighter biting on your bottom lip nervously.

You watched his skilled hand move up and down his long thick girth, his veins pressing out against his skin, his body starting to heat up as he kept the slow leisurely pace. His thumb caressed the tip of his member, using his free hand to pour more oil on his shaft making it sound slick and wet, lewd and very loud. He knew you loved the sloppy wet sounds when you both fucked each other, his eyes holding yours as he spread his legs out wider.

“I bet you want to taste it, don’t you? I know how much you love choking on daddy’s dick.  I know how much you like burying it down your neck, how it stretches out your mouth. How you like pressing your tongue against my sensitive spots.” As Jay rasped out at you, your legs shut tightly the wetness increasing causing you to soak out your panties and whimper slightly. At first you thought you could handle this but you saw that this wouldn’t be easy.

“Oooh that’s right shut those legs baby girl. I like seeing you play it off like you’re not affected by what daddy is doing to you. If only you could’ve behaved then I could be touching you or fucking you like this.” Jay licked across his plump lower lip. He sped up his hand movement flexing his muscles a bit as he eyed your body groaning. “Do you want to see how I want to fuck that tight little pussy?” He asked smirking. “My hand is your small hole. And my dick is going to destroy it as soon as I forgive you for what you’ve done.” Jay groaned as he thrusted his hips up against his closed fist snapping away at his hand pretending it was your wet pussy though it was nowhere close. Small groans left his lips as he continued to fuck stroke himself, his lower stomach clenching as precum started to drip from his member, he was loving how much torment you were going through, your large brown eyes staring down at his member, he could see it in your eyes in how your body moved and twitched your hips bucked unconsciously because you wanted to ride him.

“I’ll ask again. What did you do?” Jay asked in a low tone slowly down his hand movements. You shook your head defiance in your system and frustration. He nodded smirking, his dick twitching as he got closer to his orgasm. “Alright then.” Jay stood up, walking towards you letting his dick bounce with each step. He got into your face, gripping at your hair he moved your head down until you were sticking your tongue out thinking he was giving in. “See, that’s what spoiled girls get. Surprises and no rewards.” He smirked keeping your head in place a few inches from his dick. Stroking himself off he kept going until he was shooting out thick ropes of cum, landing it on your chin and between your parted legs. His dick was so close you could see the organ twitching, you could feel the heat from his body. You were so horny, you had wanted Jay so bad and he denied you, tricked you into thinking you had got away with it. Once he had released himself he let your head go moving to grab a towel from the bathroom he cleaned up everything and he grabbed the keys to the handcuffs placing them in your hands looking in your eyes.

“You think you know what’s best then you can uncuff yourself. And I hope you have fun with your toy because it will be a while before you’re hopping on my dick. I was trying to plan our anniversary trip, but now I see you’re not even deserving of that. I’d watch what I did next time, or I will pack a bag and spend my time in some other woman’s arms since that’s what we do right?” He shook his head kissing your nose as he walked off from the room making you feel bad for lying and misbehaving so much so that you planned on a way to get him back for the better, not even pleasuring yourself that night.

DRACO X READER

Request: Could I have 40 and 21 (in that order, if you don’t mind) with Draco? Something super angsty please. It can have a happy or sad ending, whatever you think is appropriate, but I feel like having my heart ripped out lmao.

40. “You don’t fucking know how to have eyes for only one person! You always go around with a girl while looking at another!”

21. “No, no. You can yell or punch me, but don’t cry, please don’t cry. I can’t stand seeing you heart broken.“

i hit over 100 followers and i don’t even have this blog for a whole month??? thank you???

Originally posted by mishchief---managed

You were sitting at the Slytherin table, next to Draco, having lunch. It was a very sunny day, indeed, rays of light peering from the windows, but you felt the oppositeーgloomy. Now, you were a rather happy person, you wouldn’t stand people being sad, so you would always find a way to cheer someone up. But today, you weren’t exactly… sad; it was just that Draco kept checking other girls out, which made you extremely mad.

With a loud bang, you tossed your fork and knife on the table, causig a few people to turn around, got up from the table and left with a scoff. You weren’t going to just sit there and watch your boyfriend practically ogle other girls, while his girlfriend was right next to him.

You were halfway through the Entrance Hall, going to your common room, when someone called your name. “Y/N!”

You turn around, boiling with anger. “What?!” you snap.

Draco looks at you confused, not understanding why were you angry with him. “What’s the matter?” He takes a step further, wanting to take you into an embrace, but you pull away. “Y/N?” He frowns.

“Don’t you dare ask me what’s the matter,” you say through gritted teeth. “Because you bloody know.“

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“You don’t know what I’m talking about, really?” You laugh bitterly, almost histerically.

“Look, if there’s something I did, we can talk this through, there’s no need to-” He frowns again, looking at you in confusion.

“You don’t fucking know how to have eyes for only one person! You always go around with a girl while looking at another!” you yell. “And you have the nerve to ask what’s the matter?” By now, you were laughing uncontrollably.

“I-I don’t know what you saw, Y/N, but it wasn’t like that, I swear!” He looks at you with wide eyes.

“Cut the lies, Draco. You think I don’t notice every time we go out you looking at other girls and smirking and all that bullshit?” you ask, but he doesn’t respond, he just looks at the ground. “I just don’t understand, am I not good enough for you? Am I not beautiful enough for you?” you say a lot quieter this time, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Slowly, the tears fall down your cheeks.

He looks up at you, a sad yet guilty look on his pointed face. “No, no. You can yell or punch me, but don’t cry, please don’t cry. I can’t stand seeing you heart broken.” He tries to reach out to you again, trying to hug you or even touch you, just a sign that you were still here, and that you didn’t shatter just like your heart. “Please, Y/N.” His voice was trembling and you looked up at him, only to see his eyes watering.

“You should have thought about that sooner,” you said coldly, pulling your hand away from his grip and with a last sad look, you left.


send me prompts!

◆ ——— SAW SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ I want to play a game. ’
’ My name is Very Fucking Confused; what’s your name? ’
’ Most people are so ungrateful to be alive, but not you, not any more… ’
’ I’m having a blast! This is the most fun I’ve had without lubricant! ’
’ I want you to make a choice. ’
’ Listen carefully, if you will. There are rules. ’
’ What’s the last thing you remember? ’
’ I went to bed in my shithole apartment, and I woke up in an actual shithole. ’
’ I’m sick from the disease eating away at me inside… ’
’ I’m sick of people who don’t appreciate their blessings… ’
’ I’m a kill you, you sick asshole! ’
’ Congratulations. You are still alive. ’
’ Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you. ’
’ You don’t know me, but I know you. ’
’ Live or die, make your choice. ’
’ You’re probably wondering where you are. ’
’ Now I see you as a strange mix of someone angry, yet apathetic. ’
’ At least we’ll have the cover of darkness. ’
’ Help! Someone help me! Is someone there? ’
’ Hey! Oh shit, I’m probably dead. ’
’ Who said anything about a warrant? ’
’ If you are so sick then why do I have so many photos of you up and about? ’
’ How much blood will you shed to stay alive? ’
’ I’ll leave you in this room to rot. ’
’ I know it’s you, you son of a bitch! ’
’ My camera, it doesn’t know how to lie. ’
’ You tell anyone you were here? ’
’ Stop the lies! You’re a liar! I need to know the truth! ’
’ You don’t recall getting your picture taken in that parking lot? ’
’ How can you go through life pretending that you’re happy? ’
’ Does that mean you saw what happened to me? ’
’ Oh for fuck’s sake! I give up! ’
’ You think it is over, but the games have just begun. ’
’ You feel you now have control, don’t you? ’
’ I don’t have a fucking soul… ’
’ Will you learn how to let go and truly save them? ’
’ What you can’t do, is save everyone. ’
’ I promise that my work will continue. ’
’ If you can’t do it for me, do it for yourself. ’
’ I do, but addiction has ruined your life. ’
’ I’m bleeding man. Please just let me go. ’
’ Killing is distasteful… to me. ’
’ How did you walk out of that building? ’
’ So unless you’ve got something else to say… back the fuck off. ’
’ Playing with matches again? ’
’ I want to know if you have what it takes to survive. ’
’ They say imitation is the most sincere form of flattery… ’
’ We killed eight people and stole a property and nobody cared. ’
’ Why? Was it for money? This was your plan? ’
’ You’re a monster! ’
’ Fix me, you motherfucker! ’
’ Why don’t you fucking tell me something that I don’t know, you stupid cunt?! ’
’ For three years I wanted to kill you. ’
’ I’m never gonna be able to forgive myself for what happened. ’
’ You may not remember me, but I most certainly remember you. ’
’ There’s no preventative treatment for what you have. ’
’ Please don’t do this to me. I have a family. ’
’ You’re asking me to do the impossible. ’
’ I’m sorry, but your own actions have caused this. ’
’ What?! What am I supposed to learn from this?! ’
’ This is the piece taken from the latest victim. ’
’ How many next times are there gonna be? ’
’ Get used to me, ‘cause I’m not going anywhere. ’
’ When the time’s right, you’ll know what to do with it. ’
’ That rolled off your tongue real smooth. ’
’ Wait! What the fuck are you doing?! ’
’ Please don’t let me die! Please don’t! ’
’ Oh, well that’s it, isn’t it?! It’s over! ’
’ Look at me! When you’re killing me, you look at me! ’
’ I never saw any indication of psychotic behavior. ’
’ You can never really tell what someone’s thinking on the inside. ’
’ Well, there’s a problem with that, though. ’
’ Go on, fucking pussy! Go! Go! Go! ’
’ Maybe addiction’s just part of human nature. ’
’ Remember, don’t trust the one who saves you. ’
’ You want a chance? I’ll give you a chance. ’
’ What do you mean you don’t know about this? ’
’ You didn’t cut your own arm off? ’
’ What condition? There is no condition. ’
’ I didn’t have it penciled in on my schedule. ’
’ It’s not the first time some psychopath called me out. ’
’ That’s a problem you’re gonna have to solve before it’s too late. ’
’ How do you just wake up in a room and have no idea where you are? ’
’ I guess you’ve never been drunk before. ’
’ I spent three years at college drunk. ’
’ You asked me what I wanted and I told you. ’
’ You seem to know a whole lot about me. ’
’ I feel a whole lot of things right now. ’
’ The only dooryou know how to open… is between your legs! ’
’ Why don’t you shut the hell up?! ’
’ That’s your luck, bending on over in prison, you little dickhead! ’
’ If you’re gonna threaten me with a knife, you might as well cut me a little. ’
’ You savor everything, be it a glass of water or a walk in the park. ’
’ It’s the tool, thats going to save your soul. ’
’ I didn’t do anything to you! ’
’ Don’t open the door! ’
’ You have to save yourself. ’
’ Do you wanna play a game? ’
’ That’s exactly it, you didn’t do anything. ’
’ You identify more with a cold corpse than you do with a living human. ’
’ You should know better than anyone, what happens then. ’
’ I go for the neck, but I’m not the brain surgeon. ’
’ Now you better start fucking paying attention. ’
’ Suffering? You haven’t seen anything yet. ’
’ Yeah, that’s right. I’m a murderer. ’
’ So, do you have everything you need? ’
’ You’d be surprised what tools can save a life. ’
’ Then help me! Fix me! Fix me motherfucker! I’m standing right here! ’
’ You have to play by the fucking rules! ’
’ The human body is a miraculous creation. ’
’ Game over. ’
I Can’t Lose You, Not Again- Harry Hook x Reader

Originally posted by lavendertitties

A/n I am trying to finish up all my request since I haven’t been on my A game with writing and getting them done(Kind of). So I should be updating more often, well until school starts. Also, I am surprised at all the notes I got on my other Harry one. I got more on that one then my Carlos one XD

Request/Summary: Hi! can I get an imagine where Y/N is Harry’s girl and she gets in a nasty fight with Uma but Harry doesn’t believe Uma started it, so she was feeling so heartbroken that she left and Evie snuck her in the limo while leaving for Auradon (the first time) and Harry was looking everywhere for her and days later he saw her on tv in the red carpet of coronation day and Uma told him the truth and he was done? And then y/n returned because of Ben and they saw each other again? Thank youuu

During the story you pick between three dresses, just in case you are confused at the picture during the story. You guys are smart though so I am sure you have figured that out yourself.

Warnings: None

Y/nn= Your nickname

“Hey y/nn, do you want to come with me? I have a few errand to run, if you know what I mean,” I heard Uma ask me.

“Sorry Uma I can’t, I have to finish this one for Gil. Maybe next time though,” I told her as I kept working. 

“God, why do I even keep you around? You never want to do anything I ask you to do or go on errands with me. I don’t know what Harry sees in you,” Uma stated harshly. I looked back at her, shocked that she would say that.

“What do you mean you don’t know why you keep me around or what Harry sees in me,” I questioned her as my voice began to rise.

“You aren’t good or bad enough to be in our crew. You are a weakling that I only keep around for Harry even though I shouldn’t. You drag him down, I mean he could do do much better than you. Just look at you. You are so pathetic, you are just a weak child who needs someone to hold there hand,” She shouted back.

“I do not need my hand held. I don’t even need you or your stupid pirate crew. You are the weak one, you are the child who needs their hand held. You wouldn’t be anyone without your crew,” I shot back just as angry.

“You know what, why don’t you just leave? No on wants you here,” She sneered back.

“I think Harry would disagree, he would chose me over anyone anyday,” I yelled back even though I knew if he had to chose between me and Uma I would lose.

“We both know that is a lie. Harry doesn’t even love you, he only keeps you around because he pities you,” She said lowering her voice and getting in my face.

“You know what, I don’t need you. Why don’t I just go and join Mal’s crew, how would you like that Shrimpy? I know a lot of dirty secrets that I am sure the four of them would love to know,” I stated as a wicked grin came across my face.

“What’s going on here,” I heard a scottish accent ask from behind me. Uma backed up from me and looked at Harry.

“Y/n here was just saying how weak I was and I was a child who needed my hand held. She said she was going to join Mal’s crew because she doesn’t need us. Princess here threatened to spill our dirty secrets,” Uma said making Harry’s eyes widen.

“Y/n why one earth would you say that? You know Uma isn’t weak, why else would she be the captain and why would you threaten to spill out secrets,” He asked me, completely ignoring the fact Uma said I would join the rival gang.

“Harry she started it. Uma said she didn’t know what you saw in me and asked why she even kept me around. I was just defending myself,” I said trying to get him on my side, the right side if I might add.

“Harry, you know I would never say that,” She lied, trying to persuade him. He looked over at Uma who gave him an innocent look and then looked back at me.

“Uma would never say such things, I think you should apologize y/n,” He defended her. I looked at him like he was crazy.

“Please tell me you aren’t being serious? How could you not believe me, I am your girlfriend. Are you really going to take her side over mine,” I asked in disbelief. 

“I have known Uma longer than you and if she says she didn’t start it then she didn’t,”  He replied. I laughed bitterly and shook my head.

“You know what Hook, why don’t you just date her then since you can trust her more,” I angrily stated as I got up and stormed out of the Chip shop. I heard Harry calling my name but I just picked up my pace. I made my way over to where the Vk’s were and saw them all there. They all smiled at me but quickly frowned when I bursted into tears. Evie was the first one up and wrapped her arms around me.

“What’s wrong y/nn,” She asked with concern in her voice. The other three followed right behind her and they created a little huddle around me.

“I-I was t-talking to Uma a-and we got into an a-argument which she started and Harry c-cam in and he asked what happened. So I-I told him and he d-din’t believe me and s-sided with her,” I stuttered out as tears poured down my face.

“What? How could he side with her, you’re his girl,” Jay asked with angry in him voice.

“Y/n if he can’t defend you, then he doesn’t deserve you,” Carlos said.

“They’re right, you know,” Mal asked. I nodded my head knowing they were right.

“If you want, we are leaving for Auradon tomorrow. I could sneak you into the limo,” She asked. I thought it over and decided I would go. My whole life I had wanted to go to auradon and now that I have the chance I am going to take it.

“I would love to go,” I said with a small smile. They all pulled me into a hug and I left soon after so I could pack. Tomorrow was going to be a star to a brand new life, a life without Harry Hook.


Harry Pov-

It had been a day since Y/n, Uma, and I had and I felt terrible. I shouldn’t have sided with Uma, y/n is my girlfriend after all. I had spent the whole day looking for her but I couldn’t find her. It was getting late and I was making no progress. No one knew where she was and I was getting angry. I knew she was mad at me but that didn’t mean she had to hid from me. It was getting dark so I just decided to call it a night. I would just wake up early so I could find her, it had only been one day and I was already going insane without her. I need her back.

~A couple days later~

It had been a few days since I last saw y/n and I was worried. Every second of the day I was looking for my y/n hoping she would show up but she never did. I was currently in the Fish shop eating quickly so I could go out and look for her. Uma walked in and turned on the tv. That’s when I heard her beautiful laughter. I immediately turned around and looked at the tv. I looked at the screen in shock and awe. I was shocked that she would go to  Auradon without telling me but in awe at how gorgeous she looked in her dress.

Uma followed my gaze to the tv and gasped. 

“I didn’t think she would take what I said seriously,” She said, a guilty look spreading across me face.

“You actually said those horrible things to her,” I yelled at her. She lowered her head and avoided my gaze.

“I can’t believe I didn’t believe her when she was telling the truth. This, this is all my fault,” I breathed out. Uma took my hand and shook her head.

“No it’s not, it is may fault. I should have told you I lied. I don’t even know why I said those things, I never even meant them,” She said in a strained voice. I didn’t say anything back, I couldn’t say anything back.

“I know one thing though, those four took her from us. We need revenge on them for all the wrong they have ever caused us,” Uma said with venom dripping from her tongue. I nodded my head fast. She was right, they took her from me. Without them or Beasty Boy, y/n would still be here with me and everything would have been fine. 

“You’re right, I want revenge,” I growled out.

“And you will get it, we all will,” She stated with an evil grin. I may not be the brightest lad or be able to count but I knew one thing. I will have my revenge and I will get y/n back.

~6 months later~

Your pov

“What do you mean Mal went back,” I questioned wondering why in the world someone would want to go back.

“She just left, I don’t understand why she would leave but she did,” Evie sighed out.

“Listen y/n, I know you probably don’t want to go back because of Harry but we need you. Mal needs you right now,” Evie said taking my hands in her.

“I know and I intend to be there, for her,” I hesitantly said. I knew I had to go but I didn’t know if I could see him again. He was my everything and it took so long to get over him. I still wasn’t over Harry but what could I do? I couldn’t abandon my friend just because of my fear. No, I had to do this for Mal.

~After limo drive~

“Hey, are you ok,” Ben asked me as he pulled me into a side hug. I gave him a small smile.

“I’m fine I just, this place brings back horrible memories,” I told him, earning a sad look in response.

“Hey what does that tube lead to,” Ben asked, making me quickly pull him away.

“You don’t want to know, trust me,” I said with a low growl in my voice. We started walking away but I stopped. 

“Hey guys do you mind if I just walk around? I will meet you at the old hang out,” I told them. 

“Y/n if you are going to talk to Harry-” Carlos started but I cut him off.

“I’m not I just, I want to just look around,” I said trying to convinces them I wasn’t looking for Harry. Honestly, I was trying to convince myself more then I was them. Part of me hoped that I would accidentally bump into him but I knew it wouldn’t happen and that it was better that way. They all said ok but mumbled their complaints. I quickly walked off before they could stop me. It had been so long since I was here but the place barely changed. I was absentmindedly walking around when I bumped into someone.

“Hey watch where you-,”  started but stopped when I saw who it was.

“Gil,” I said excitedly pulling him into a hug.

“Hey y/n! I have missed you so much,” He murmured into my hair.

“I missed you too,” I said cheerfully. We pulled a part and gave each other friendly smiles.

“So are you back for good? Oh I should go tell Harry and Uma! They have missed you so much. They are going to be so-,” I cut him off.

“No! Harry and Uma don’t need to know I am back and I’m not staying,” I told him sternly,

“What? Of course I am going to tell them,” He responded back.

“Oh, there you are,” I heard Jay say.

“Wait a minute, you’re King Ben,” Gil exclaimed. Ben and the others tried to deny it but I knew Gil and even though that boy wasn’t the brightest, he would still know that was Ben.

“We have to go Gil but it was good seeing you,” I stated quickly as I pushed them all away. We made it to our old hang out and we all wished Ben luck.

“What did Gil say to you,” I heard Evie ask, breaking the silence. I felt all of their gazes on me as I looked down to the floor.

“He just said how much he, Uma, and Harry missed me,” I whispered out. I looked up at all of them and they gave me sympathetic looks. I turned my head to the stairs when I heard footsteps. 

“Where is she,” I asked, confused as to why he came down alone.

“She isn’t coming back,” Ben mumbled out.

“What! Let me go talk to her,” I said as I began to walk the stairs.

“Mal,” I called out.

“Please just go,” She weakly said back.

“Not until you tell me why you left,”I sternly said, not giving up so easy.

“Y/n I don’t belong there, I belong here. I’m not some pink princess, I can’t pretend to be who I’m not anymore. I can’t,” She sobbed out. I pulled her into a hug and rubbed her back.

“Then don’t, no one wanted you too. Mal, Ben didn’t fall in love with you because you were a princess. He fell in love with the real you, we all did M. If you are so unhappy though, I understand your decision. I just want you to know that we have your back no matter what, I have your back,” I told her which caused her crying to calm down.

“Thank you y/n, that means a lot to me,” She said with a smile.

“No problem.”

“Guys we have bad news,” Jay yelled out from the other side of the room.

“What’s wrong,” I questioned, my voice full of concern.

“What, where’s Ben,” I asked more panicked.

“Ben’s been captured by Uma and her crew. We just talked to Harry and he wants you two to go down to the Chip shop with no one else,” Carlos said. I gasped. No, I wasn’t ready to see him yet. I wasn’t ready to see any of them yet.

“If you guys never would have brought him here, this never would have happened. What were you thinking,” Mal yelled at us.

“He was gonna come with or without us, we just wanted to protect him,” Evie protested.

“Yeah and we completely blew it,” Carlos snapped back stepping in front of Evie.

“Okay, okay so what are we going to do,” Jay asked.

“We are not do anything. This is between Uma, y/n, and I and she is a punk. Guess what, now we have to go get him,” Mal stated, clearly aggravated.

“Whoa, whoa Mal. You guys are still going to have to go through Harry, Gil, and her whole crew,” Carlos said concerned. 

“Yeah, you are going to nee us,” Jay backed up Carlos. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. They weren’t going to hurt us, no matter how crazy they were.

“She said for only us two to go,” Mal argued back.

“Mal come one,” Evie pleaded back. 

“She said to go with no one else,” I finally said back.

“I know one thing, I’m not going anywhere,” Carlos stated, sitting down.

“We’ll be here when you get back,” Jay said, caving in. Mal and I left, making our to Uma’s shop.

“You sure you want to do this,” Mal asked as we got closer. I nodded my head in response. We got to the shop and Mal walked in first.

“I’m back,” She sang out. I stayed back for a second, not having the courage to walk in yet.

“Loser, party of one. Right this way, wait a second.Where is y/n,” Uma asked. Before Mal could answer I walked in.

“Right here,” I said in an unamused tone. I saw a look of happiness and surprise flash on her face.

“I can’t believe you are actually here, I didn’t believe Gil,” She stated in disbelief.

“Well I am here,” I simply said. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a pirate in a red coat and a hook. Uma slid a chair over to Mal but walked over to me.

“Harry wants to talk to you, he is over there. I just wanted to say I am so sorry. I didn’t mean anything I said and it was wrong of me to lie. I-I don’t know what I was thinking,” she apologized. Something about the way she spoke and her body language made me believe she was telling the truth.

“It’s alright but we aren’t cool. I am sticking with Mal on this one, Ben has become one of my closest friends. I will do what I have to to get him back,” I told her which caught her off guard.

“I see, like I said Harry is over there,” She pointed him out. I locked eyes with him and all the feelings I had for him came rushing back. I hesitantly walked over to where he was.

“Hello darling,” He said when I was right next to him.

“Hook,” I replied coldly. I looked over at him with an emotionless expressions. When I looked into his eyes all I saw was hurt and pain. 

“I’m sorry lass. I should’ve believed you, I don’t know why I didn’t. I know you were right and I feel so dumb for not knowing it then. I looked for you for days, I barely slept or ate. I fell apart without you y/n. Please forgive me,” Harry begged. I wanted to hug him and tell him it was ok, that I forgave him but my hatred took over.

“I can’t forgive you Harry, I just can’t. I have been hurt so many times in my life but when you sided with Uma I felt, not only hurt but betrayed. I can’t go through that again. I love you, but I just can’t,” I told him heartbroken.

“Please y/n I can’t lose you, not again,” Harry begged on the verge of tears.

“I’m sorry Harry but you have already lost me,” I told him as I turned to look at Mal and saw she was done. As we walked out of the shop I gave Harry one last sad look before turning and walking out.

A/n You can send me random questions in my ask box or message me. I have been like super bored lately so it would help a lot.  I don’t plan on making a part 2 to this, if I do it will be after I get most of my request done. Sorry! I know the ending sucks and I haven’t reread it so there are probably a ton of mistakes :/

Kiss Me Not -Part 12-

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tags: drarry, hogwarts eighth year, soulmates au


Harry drifted close to the walls as he walked through the dark castle hallways heading for the Great Hall where Draco’s dot on the map had been last. Inside, the sconces along the walls were unlit but the candles still hovered over the long student tables. The flickering flames added new stars to the enchanted sky above which was clear and bright with a billion pinpricks of light.

Draco was sitting on the edge of the head teachers table, swinging his legs back and forth idly as he craned his neck back to look up at the false sky. The moon shone through the windows behind him, crowning him with a silver halo of light.

Harry leaned against the door frame, taking a deep breath to brace himself. The thing was, he had always rather noticed Draco, his hair and his voice and the way he gestured. Harry had noticed him a great deal more than anyone else and he didn’t even really realize he was doing it unless someone pointed it out. He just found his eyes drawn to the flash of white-blond hair and turned when he heard his voice. Harry wondered if maybe everything had been leading up to this in some sort of roundabout way and if it had, and what Ron said was true, then Draco must have felt it too, a bit at least.

Harry took the silencing spell off his shoes and pulled his cloak off.

Draco jumped slightly when Harry crossed the floor and then glared. He waited until Harry was closer so he could keep his voice down to a hiss, “Are you stalking me, Potter?”

Harry stopped at the bottom of the risers leading up the head table, looking up at Draco. Before he could answer, Draco threw in another barb.

“I should say, stalking me again. You never do know when to leave well enough alone. Always poking your nose where it doesn’t belong, trying to make things right,” Draco sneered.

Harry hesitated and then nodded, “Yeah.”

Draco twitched backwards, looking more surprised than when Harry had first startled him.

Harry took a deep breath, “Yeah to all of it. And I’m afraid am really stubborn as well.”

Draco stared at him.

Harry smiled hopefully.

After a drawn out bit of silence, Draco said, “You’re a nutter.”

“Maybe so,” Harry said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “So I was thinking, I could start sharing time.”

“Sharing time?” Draco asked after a pause, still looking at Harry as if he had gone rabid.

“Well, that’s what you called it.” Harry said, slightly defensively, “Just ask me something.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed, “What sort of something?”

“Anything you want?” Harry said trying not to roll his eyes.

Draco’s eyes narrowed further and he looked Harry over and then around the room, as if expecting a trap. Once satisfied, he asked, “What happened in the forest?”

Harry groaned. Of all the things he had to ask, it would be that.

“I knew you were full of shit,” Draco said quietly, his voice lacking its normal venom.

“That’s not it,” Harry said, pushing his hand through his hair, “Only three people know what really happened, your mum, Ron and Hermione and the last thing I want is it getting out-” he waved a hand at the world in general, “-there. It’s bad enough as it is with the press and papers and this stupid kiss thing.”

“Aww,” Draco said with a melodramatic pout, “Poor Potty, doesn’t want all the world to love and adore him, bowing, grovelling, kissing his feet?”

Harry frowned at him, “You’ve got to know I hate it. If you know me at all, you’ve got to know I hate it.” He sat on the risers, his back to Draco, scrubbing his hands over his face, “I was cornered by a group of second years today. Twelve years old. I swear to Merlin they only went up to my waist.”

Behind him, Draco choked a laugh down into a snigger.

“Very funny,” Harry muttered.

Draco jumped off the table and reluctantly sat on the steps near Harry, “I won’t tell anyone about whatever happened in the forest.”

Harry glanced over at him sidelong.

“I won’t!” Draco said petulantly.

Harry draped his hands over his knees and stared at them fixedly, “I died.” He took a shaky breath and quickly added on before Draco could ruin the moment, “I went into the forest and Voldemort killed me with an avada kedavra.”

“You don’t look very dead,” Draco said.

“I came back,” Harry smiled faintly, “Decided it wasn’t for me.”

Draco grinned for a split second before wiping the expression from his face, “Very funny, Potter, but that doesn’t make any sense. People don’t just come back from the killing curse.”

“Well, there were a lot of factors involved,” Harry said, thinking of the deathly hallows and being a horcrux but it was too soon to share that just yet. “Dumbledore always said love was the strongest magic there is. I was going to die to protect them, everyone in the school.”

“Sounds like bullshit to me,” Draco said.

Harry shrugged, “Ask your mum then. She was there, she saw me get hit by the curse. Voldemort asked her to check I was dead and she lied to him, so she could find you.” He shivered and squeezed his hands together, “How about we talk about anything else now. How are you doing on the potions assignment?”

Draco studied him, his shoulders relaxing, “I finished it yesterday.”

Harry grimaced, “Any pointers?”

“What do you have so far?”

Harry’s grimace deepened, “I haven’t started it yet?”

Draco closed his eyes like he was in pain, “It’s due in two days, Potter.”

Harry shrugged guiltily, “I finished the Defense paper.”

“We still have a week for that!” Draco said in dismay.

“It was more interesting!” Harry said defensively.

Draco rolled his eyes, “Fine. Meet me in the library tomorrow after classes and I shall assist you, out of pity, of course.”

Harry grinned, “I’ll see you there.”


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Animal Sleepover - ENFJ & INTP
  • Both: *half-asleep, drawling*
  • INTP: ...I mean... we always said that if you were an animal... you'd be a tiger, right?
  • ENFJ1: *yawns* ...yeah...
  • INTP: ...but...I mean... I'd obviously be a bird, right? ...like,... some really cool... uh...flying... uh...
  • ENFJ1: ...a wha- ...no... no... you... you'd be a... uh...
  • INTP: *blinks to stay awake*
  • ENFJ1: ...you'd be a ... a snake.
  • INTP: ...a ...snake?
  • ENFJ1: *satisfied, nodding* ...yeah...yeah...that's good, yeah...
  • INTP: *wrinkles eyebrows* ...I know you like snakes, so... I'll take that as a... as a compliment... but ...but why?
  • ENFJ1: *raising finger* ...well, see..
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • INTP: ...ENFJ1?
  • ENFJ1: ...no, I'm still... I'm still awake...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...you know how people...underestimate you... because you're small and ...seem so... non-threatening?
  • INTP: ...yeah...I...I guess...?
  • ENFJ1: ...that's it...like if people saw you fighting a bear...uh...metaphorically...most people would say...the bear started it...and is probably....probably gonna win...
  • INTP: ...?
  • ENFJ1: ...but I'd bet ...I'd bet all my money... that you're gonna... gonna strike in just the right moment ...and...and...
  • ENFJ1: *sits up* WHAM!
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: *lies down again, exhausted* ...like...there's such a power in you...that's ...that's hidden...you know what I mean?
  • INTP: ...I dunno...it sounds so ...sneaky and...dishonourable...
  • ENFJ1: *waves hand* No, no, no, no. ...not...not sneaky...
  • ENFJ1: ...like... you know... most of the time... you're just chilling... having a good time...
  • INTP: ...like sunning on a rock...?
  • ENFJ1: ...yeah, yeah...like that...but then... if someone is stupid enough... to...to mess with you or if...if you really want something...you...you...
  • ENFJ1: *sits up again, shakes fist* YOU SHOW 'EM!
  • INTP: *snickers*
  • ENFJ1: *lies down again* ...yeah...yeah, you show 'em...
  • INTP: ...like...what kinda snake, though?
  • ENFJ1: ...hm?
  • INTP: ...I mean.. am I...am I ...venomous or...or do I strangle people?
  • ENFJ1: ...you'd be a... a...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • INTP: ...ENFJ1?
  • ENFJ1: ...yeah, yeah...I'm... I'm digging...
  • INTP: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...like the ...the pretty green ones...
  • INTP: ...the...uh...
  • ENFJ1: ...yeah, uh... a Green Mamba....yeah...that's it...
  • INTP: *mechanically fishes for phone and googles it*
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: *grunts with movement and looks over shoulder*
  • ENFJ1: ...yeah, look... they look all... adorable and... aww with their ...with their big eyes... and... and smiley faces... and...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • INTP: ...and?
  • ENFJ1: ...I need a piss.
  • ENFJ1: *drags half-dead body to toilet*
  • INTP: *reads article on Eastern green mamba*
  • INTP: ...large, tree-dwelling, highly venomous...
  • INTP: ...shy and elusive...
  • INTP: ...green coloration blends in with environment...
  • INTP: ...also been observed to use "sit-and-wait" or ambush predation like many vipers, unlike the active foraging style typical of other elapids...
  • INTP: ...the specific name is derived from the word "cephalicus" which means "head" or "relating to the head"...
  • INTP: ...is solitary...
  • INTP: ...don't always strike, but ... if cornered... may suddenly strike repeatedly in quick succession, often leading to severe envenomation...
  • INTP: ...
  • INTP: ...hm, still not convinced.
  • INTP: ...
  • INTP: ...it can remain in the same location for days at a time, apparently moving most commonly to find food or mates.
  • INTP: ...ah.
  • INTP: ...ah, yes.
  • INTP: ...that sounds familiar.
  • ENFJ1: *comes back, falls into bed*
  • INTP: ...you...*yawns*...you convinced me.
  • ENFJ1: ...that's...that's great...
  • Both: *fall asleep within seconds*
Angry Ashton Smut

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Fandom: 5 Seconds of Summer

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“Are you sure you don’t want to come out tonight?” Ashton asked me, we were currently in our room, me studying for an upcoming test and he was getting dressed for a Halloween party.

 “Ash, I told you, I have to study for this test” I told him, I didn’t even look up from the notes I was trying to copy from my friends. “But I want to see you all dressed up” he whispered. Ashton came to lie on the bed with me and he wrapped put a warm hand on the bottom of my back.

“Ashton, you’ll be late and I’ll fail” I told him, I pushed him off of me with no avail. He was obviously stronger than me, he placed a kiss to the side of my neck, I giggled at the feeling and turn my laptop away. “Come Y/N you know you want to” he told me.

 I turned to face him and put my hands on his shoulders, he pulled me closer and just as we were about to kiss, a loud honking was heard and we both jumped. “Don’t drink too much okay baby?” I asked him. Ashton looked in my eyes, gently kissed me on the lips and whispered “of course, I’ll be safe” he said.

It took 3 more minutes and a few honks from Calum, but eventually my clingy boyfriend was out the door and on his way to a Halloween party.

 Studying was going as well as you’d imagine it would, I had netflix playing in the background and studying was getting away from me.

 Y/B/F: Check instagram Y/N: Well hello to you too Y/B/F: Just do it, and don’t get too mad

 Immediately all attention was on what she said and I checked instagram. I wasn’t notified in anything, and nothing out of the ordinary was popping out.

 Y/N: What am I looking for exactly? Y/F/N: Halsey’s page

 Now I was getting worried. It was Halsey’s party that Ashton went to, and just because she said that, I was worried now.

 She posted a lot from her party, and I found the one that Y/F/N was probably talking about. It was Ashton and here, standing pretty close together and the caption was nothing but rows of hearts.

 My blood started to boil, I was never the jealous type, I mean, Ashton and I had a lot of trust. But this was crossing the line.

 Y/N: Ash?

But no answer, I waited around 30 minutes and tried again, but the same thing.

 Knowing him he probably didn’t do anything, but I was getting nervous, he usually answers within 2 minutes or less. I was letting this get to me and I just went to grab the bottle of vodka.

 “Alright Google, what can I mix with this to get me very drunk” I whispered to myself. The only thing that really popped up was to mix it with diet coke. Luckily we had some and I started to play the American Horror Story drinking game.

(I don’t condone drinking, but I also can’t stop you)

Within 2 episodes, I was already shit faced off my ass. I started checking instagram once again, and once again I saw that damned photo of Halsey with my boyfriend, fans were tagging me in it and trying to start drama between us or something.

 “Y/N?” Ashton asked as he walked through the door, his costume was all ragged and he was either drunk too or my suspicions were just confirmed. I turned my head to look at him.

 We had shared eye contact, I took a large swig of my alcoholic coke and turned back to my tv episode.

“What are you still doing up?” He asked, he came to sit with me on the couch, and he place an arm around my shoulder. I was still pissed at him, so I turned off the tv and the lamp I had on beside me and walked out of the room. Leaving him in the dark.

“Y/N/N, what’s wrong? What happened?” He asked me, as I settled onto the bed. “Oh I don’t know, why don’t you just go out with Halsey again?” I asked him, my words were slurring.

 Ashton didn’t answer me, he just grabbed my drink, took a sniff of it and threw it on the carpet. “How drunk are you?” He asked calmly, but I knew he was mad. “The carpet!” I shrieked, I stood up to go get a rag but he gently pushed me on the bed, hovering over me.

“How drunk are you?” He asked again. But I wasn’t drunk enough, usually when I’m over my limit, I can’t help but get the giggles. I was just mad and I reached up to slap him, but he caught my wrist in time.

“What are you accusing me of?” “I saw Halsey’s post, you really think I’m happy about that?” I asked him, “nothing happened. I saw what she posted and I asked her to take it down before leaving. I came back for you, I always come back for you” Ashton told me.

 He pulled me close and started kissing my neck, my eyes fluttered closed but I remembered I was supposed to be mad at him. “Ashton, fuck off” I whispered, “let me show you, that you’ll always be the one I come back to” Ashton said.

May as well, let him show me how much I truly mean to him.

 Ashton grabbed my hips and lied me farther on the bed, his oversized shirt was torn off me immediately and I was left in nothing but my panties. “Such a dirty whore aren’t you” he asked me, but I was too caught up with his warm hands trailing overtop my breasts and traveling my body.

 He slapped my breast when I didn’t answer, “you love this. Tell me you love this or I swear to god I will stop” “I love this Ash. I’m your dirty little whore” I told him.

My panties were the next to go, and without any warning he plunged two thick fingers in my heat and his opposite hand rubbing harsh figure eights on my clit. “Oh my fuck” I moaned, my back was arching from the immense pleasure I was receiving. “Fu—Fuck” I kept moaning.

“Stop fucking moving” Ashton told me, his voice was rough, and my drunk state told me to just ignore him. I started letting my body move as much as it wanted to. “Alright fuck this” he said.

 He left me, and I could cry at how fast he ripped his fingers from my heat. “What are you doing?” I asked, “you need to stop moving” was all he said.

 Ashton walked to the closet, came back out with 3 belts of his. ‘How long have you owned belts?’ I thought to myself.

 “What are you doing with those?” I asked, but he didn’t answer. Instead I was tied up by my wrists with one, and my thighs were separated.

“Look how beautiful you look” He whispered. “Ash, please fuck me” I told him, “you think you deserve that? After you got drunk and accused me of cheating? You think you deserved to be fucked?” He asked, I just nodded my head furiously.

 I was so frustrated, I was basically dripping onto our sheets and I couldn’t do anything to relieve myself. “Please Ashton, I’m sorry for what I said, please, just please fuck me” I moaned.

 “This is just so pretty” he said, I noticed that he was completely naked now, and had his phone in his hand. “What are you doing?” I asked, the flash went off and he threw his phone across the room. “That’s a keeper” he said.

 Next I thing I knew, he lined his dick up to my entrance and was just running his head up and down teasing me. “I hate you so much” I whined out, I was getting sick of all his games. “I know you do, but you need to learn darling” he said.

 He leaned down to kiss me and as soon as our lips, he roughly penetrated in me. It was so much, that I arched up from the pleasure, it actually kind of hurt, but it was exciting me.

 “You like that don’t you?” Ashton said, our bodies were quickly getting sweaty from how fast he was going. “Oh my god, Ash I love it so much” I moaned out.

 Ashton leaned to capture my lips in a heated kiss once again and was massaging my breasts at his pleasure. I couldn’t do anything but enjoy this and I was absolutely living.

 It seemed with each thrust he was going deeper and deeper and eventually I started to feel my orgasm build up.

“Ash, I can’t last any longer” I moaned.

 He took that as his cue to remove his hand from my breasts and starting rubbing my clit again.

 I couldn’t even fight it anymore, my body was shaking from all the pleasure. A string of swears left my mouth as my orgasm took over my body, and Ashton made sure that I was done before he released inside of me.

 He quietly untied me and tucked my exhausted body into bed. “Ash?” I asked quietly once he joined me. “Yes Princess?” He asked, I grabbed his arm and placed it around my body. “I’m sorry for getting upset over it, I know you’d never do anything like that” I whispered.

 Tears formed at my eyes,  Ash knew how sorry I was by now. He kissed my head and grabbed me closer. “It’s alright, I know how you get when you’re drunk. I forgive you and I’ll take care of your hang over tomorrow alright?” He asked.

 I nodded my head and laid my head on his naked chest.

 At least I got some good sex out of this.

A/N: Holy shit I suck at smut, hope the two anons enjoyed it though 

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anonymous asked:

Care to elaborate on your tags re: Harry's music and your worries concerning content vs form? I don't get it. Thanks.

So short version (I’ll try and write a post that explains what I actually mean some time in the future - but I can already feel that this post is going to be long).  my concerns about Harry’s music are quite personal.  I really value specificity in music and also fun/joy.  Harry’s interview further suggested that I probably couldn’t expect much of either of these things from his album.  I’d kind of figured that from SOTT and ESNY.  I don’t think joy or specificity are where he’s at as a songwriter - and I also think there is a lot about his position that would discourage joy (and even more so) specificity in songs.  I find the reasons that he might not be into joy and specificity in songs quite endearing and I have huge sympathy for them.  So it doesn’t necessarily change the way I respond to him as a person, but it will change the way I respond to his music.  And it does make me sad, for me, that the music he’s putting out won’t be the sort of music that most resonates with me.

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The content vs. form thing of his interview is kind of a feature of the form itself.  Long celebrity interviews are this dance where the celebrity performs being accessible and intimate, while staying on brand and the journalist writes as if they’re revealing while also maintaining access.  To me there were these really jarring juxtapositions to the words Harry was saying and the form of the promo campaign that he was saying it.

So Harry says: “ “Who’s to say that young girls who like pop music – short for popular, right? – have worse musical taste than a 30-year-old hipster guy?” etc in his first in depth print interview with a magazine whose entire mission has been to uphold the supremacy of the 30-year-old hipster guy.  This venue and the interviewer were very definitely chosen to signal to those 30-year-old hipster guy that it was OK to like Harry.  On top of that Harry carefully and repeatedly uses the word honest - to signal to those readers that his music is better and more authentic now than it was in One Direction when those teenage girls liked him.

Or Harry says: “I feel like they were always thinking, ‘OK, this ride could stop at any point and we’re going to have to be there when it does.’ There was something about playing the album and how happy I was that told them, ‘If all I get is to make this music, I’m content. If I’m never on that big ride again, I’m happy and proud of it.'” While part of an incredibly highly controlled, high-stakes, promo campaign, designed to make him a solo superstar.

Now that’s really normal, that’s kind of a feature of this sort of interview.  But the impression I got from to the totality of the interview was not that Harry was not just carefully selling an image, but also quite mixed up about who he wanted to be and how he wanted to relate to people, mystery vs honesty and so on.  That this jarring juxtaposition wasn’t just a feature of the form of the celebrity, but also showing how ambivalent and unclear Harry was about all this stuff. 

In particular, it made me think of two different statements kind of about being seen.  One was Harry’s own, from a year in the making, “I want to be someone who doesn’t care what people think, but I just don’t think I am.” For me, everything about this promo campaign has demonstrated how much both of those things, wanting not to care, but really caring, are still absolutely true for Harry.

And the other was Jodie Foster’s coming out speech - which is a mess, but I’ve always thought a really profound mess:

…be a big coming-out speech tonight because I already did my coming out about a thousand years ago back in the Stone Age, in those very quaint days when a fragile young girl would open up to trusted friends and family and co-workers and then gradually, proudly to everyone who knew her, to everyone she actually met. But now I’m told, apparently, that every celebrity is expected to honor the details of their private life with a press conference, a fragrance and a prime-time reality show. […] But seriously, if you had been a public figure from the time that you were a toddler, if you’d had to fight for a life that felt real and honest and normal against all odds, then maybe you too might value privacy above all else. Privacy.

 […]

I will continue to tell stories, to move people by being moved, the greatest job in the world. It’s just that from now on, I may be holding a different talking stick. And maybe it won’t be as sparkly, maybe it won’t open on 3,000 screens, maybe it will be so quiet and delicate that only dogs can hear it whistle. But it will be my writing on the wall. Jodie Foster was here, I still am, and I want to be seen, to be understood deeply and to be not so very lonely.

(transcript here - full speech easily accessible 2013 Golden Globes).

The juxtaposition between the really deeply felt desire for privacy and the just as deeply felt desire to be seen and understood really moved me when I first saw it and I thought she made it really clear that both could be true at the same time.  And I think the speech demonstrates that when you’ve been in the public eye as long as Jodie Foster, the two desires are impossibly intertwined.

I got the same desire and contradiction (although obviously not nearly as openly laid out - which is what makes Jodie Foster’s speech extraordinarily) from Harry’s interview.  

How could he feel anything else? He’s been exposed, told stories about, hidden and lied about.  How could he feel anything but a desire for privacy and a desire to be seen and understood.  How could he hope to untangle them, or even know how to act on them at his age?

And that made me very sad for him - because I want him to have it all.  I want him to be seen and understood and I want him to have all the privacy and space he needs.  And I think either will be very difficult for him to get, let alone both.

You stormed into my life like a summer rain over London - subtly announced your arrival, then burst into a confusing monsoon. I, as a deserted land in the middle of nothing, embraced you as a blessing I never thought could appear. Your words were syrup and honey, your looks even sweeter, so I fell for you piece by piece. It didn’t take long for your real personality to show up, though. From the mature boy who had a clear vision upon the society and environment, you became a self-centred person with a narrow way of thinking and a fucked up priority list. I knew you were the ultimate fuckboy before we met, but it seemed that I somehow managed to rip that apart from you. I saw what lied under that facade and brought it up, just to be tucked in again by your huge, undiminishable ego.
Here you are, standing in front of me, pretending nothing happened, your behaviour unrecognizable. How could you make me one of your side chicks when I was the only one who really cared about your well-being and tried to see deeper than the surface? How dare you cut off the wings of an angel? Your loss, babe. Run to that kingdom of lies you created, but remember, you don’t own the power that you claim you have. And don’t even dare to aspire reaching Heaven - the gates are locked and the key will always be mine.
—  sin-qveen 

anonymous asked:

I don't know what to feel right now??I'm literally speechless. This is the first new ziam pic since 2015 and yeah the pic is old but omg. It such a beautiful pic too.

Hi anon,

Same. When I saw the pic I thought I was imagining it  - saw Li and Z and of course Brooklyn immediately individually but seeing them?  In a picture together?

All casually hanging out backstage - like Helene the voice coach, maybe they were practicing harmonies, maybe they were just having a chat but how domestic it all is with Liam smiling so hard at B while Zayn casually stands there on his phone.

And then you think of someone like Jason Brock who saw them backstage at x factor all those years ago and started talking about them as a couple after and it hits you that something as off guard as casual as that was a routine and yes, our first Ziam pic since March 2015.

Also, we know that Zayn is in contact with Caroline and you’d think if things were awkward between Li and Z, she’d be a bit hesitant. 

Anyway, It’s from the same night I think as this  TV special as well. 

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I’m so happy and so thankful to Caroline.