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Promise for the Future

A Shawn Mendes one shot.


My windows were open and the sun was shining through my transparent white curtains that billowed in the breeze. The radio played quietly and I didn’t recognize the song. It was some time in the afternoon, maybe two o'clock or some time near then, and there was nothing else I was supposed to be doing. It was peaceful, tranquil, as if everything in the world was exactly where it needed to be, and everything was right.

I was sitting on my bed. My duvet was folded at the end of it, and I sat among my crumpled white sheets. Shawn was there beside me, laying diagonally across the mattress with his head on my thigh. His eyes were closed and I could see the veins on his eyelids, his eyelashes splayed across his cheeks. I knew he wasn’t sleeping because he’d say something every once in a while, and I wondered what he was thinking about. My hands ran through his soft brown curls, loving the coolness of it between my fingers.

“I’m happy.” I stated softly.


“I’m happy. That’s all. Content to my core with anything and everything.” I continued. I looked down to see him smiling widely, his lips closed, and I traced the lines around his mouth softly with my finger. He shifted and bit me playfully. I laughed and withdrew my hand to caress the side of his face. His laugh was more of a content sigh as his eyes opened and he tilted his head up to look at me, smiling wide. I couldn’t help returning the look.

“I’m really in love with you.” He said. The warmth in my chest blossomed like a tulip in spring. I felt safe in this relationship with him, knowing that he was as in it as me. It was the greatest feeling in the world to know for certain that we were in love. Fully and irrevocably.

“I’m really in love with you right back.” I replied. He closed his eyes again, letting his head relax back down. I leaned over and kissed him right between his eyebrows. His skin was soft and warm, and reminded me that he was alive. He was real and beside me.

In the real world, Shawn had to go back on tour soon, and I would return to school. The world was still turning, and everyone on it was or had or would struggle in their lives, but at the time none of that existed. We were in our own small vortex of happiness, untouched by shadows but instead warmed by the never setting sun. We weren’t part of the real world. I wasn’t even sure if time was actually passing, or if this was just one of those hyper realistic dreams where you wake up and wonder if it was a memory. I didn’t care, either.

“What do you think the future will be like?” Shawn asked. I paused to think and Shawn rolled over to his side, his ear pressed against my leg as he looked up at me.

“I think that buildings will get taller and closer together. I think farms will be almost entirely machine operated. I think space tourism will be more of a thing. I think that eventually, when we run out of space in Europe and North America, all the Europeans and North Americans will start taking over Africa and South America and the deserts of Australia and fields of Asia, because white people take whatever they want.” Shawn laughed at this, “And I think more people who aren’t politicians will start taking power, and sometimes it’ll be a good thing but sometimes it won’t. And through all of this, we’ll find our own place in the world where it’s just the two of us.”

Shawn smiled brightly. “And a couple of kids down the road?” He offered. I smiled.

“And a couple of kids down the road. And they’ll grow up and develop all the good traits from each of us and they’ll do great things with them. And we’ll be be happy and in love, together through all of it.” I said. Shawn was beaming.

“Do you promise?” He asked, loosely intertwining the ring finger of his left hand with mind. I smiled at him and leaned down to press my lips softly against his, both of our eyes fluttering closed.

“I promise.” I whispered against his lips.

anonymous asked:

I fucking hope it's not Halsey

I mean, girl spent a whole lotta time in Japan with Jared where he said they got a lot of work done on the album… and then she was hanging around back in Cali too… and he’s obvs dying for her musical success - so, I wouldn’t be shocked if she makes some sorta “appearance”. Even if it’s just in sound.

I’m pretty sure it’s him - it’s just that it’s been forevs since I’ve heard him hit those notes and that kinda scream-y thing – and then that vocal fry sounds eerily like her, so I was a bit caught off guard. Maybe it’s just her influence? Dunno.

Trust - her vocals to me sound like an alley cat in heat - so I def don’t want it to *be* her. I would never be able to listen to it.




i hate myself part 1 (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

Yuuri’s posters

Disclaimer: Content discussed is subjective. My interpretation is not the only interpretation.

Ok so we all know that Yuuri looks up to Victor as his skating idol, but I personally think that Yuuri was attracted to Victor beyond simply his skating abilities as well. 

Just look at the posters in his room.

Like sure, you have pictures like these,

where Victor is doing whatever he does on ice, but a great majority of Yuuri’s posters are these,

These posters are Victor OFF ice. Victor posing, being happy, looking sexy. Victor, in these pictures, could pass off as a model instead of a figure skating legend. The fact that a lot of Yuuri’s posters are of Victor not skating implies that Yuuri finds Victor attractive for more than his skating abilities. Yuuri just genuinely LIKES Victor and LIKES how he looks off ice. The feelings Yuuri had towards Victor wasn’t just an admiration of how well Victor skates, but a crush towards him as a person. This might also be why Yuuri was so hurt when Victor mistook him for a fan (or just didn’t give Yuuri the response he anticipated). Because Yuuri has had nothing less than A HUGE GAY CRUSH on Victor for so long.

YOI ep 10 has still got me awed at how amazing this anime has progressed. But one thing that got me really intrigued, is where it was set: Barcelona.

Now, I remember reading a post somewhere (I’ll edit this once I find it) that Kubo-sensei and a friend traveled to Barcelona to look at monuments and places for the anime etc etc

Of course, I checked her IG and I found these gems:






ya lit meme: eight otps (3/8) — adam parrish & ronan lynch

once, when adam had still lived in the trailer park, he had been pushing the lawn mower around the scraggly side yard when he realized that it was raining a mile away. he could smell it, the earthy scent of rain on dirt, but also the electric, restless smell of ozone. and he could see it: a hazy gray sheet of water blocking his view of the mountains. he could track the line of rain travelling across the vast dry field towards him. it was heavy and dark, and he knew he would get drenched if he stayed outside. it was coming from so far away that he had plenty of time to put the mower away and get under cover. instead, though, he just stood there and watched it approach. even at the last minute, as he heard the rain pounding the grass flat, he just stood there. he closed his eyes and let the storm soak him.

that was this kiss.

they kissed again. adam felt it in more than his lips.

The seven as types of friends

Annabeth: The giant wreck friend. She’s constantly stressing about something.She’s working on four projects, none of which she’s finished. She’s set fire to at least two (2) notebooks and her diet mainly consists of bagels, coffee, and her own tears.

Percy: The protective friend. He’s a sarcastic shit and you can’t always tell if he’s being sincere, but you once saw him break a guy’s nose for insulting his brother and you know he’ll do the same for you. He has approximately twelve (12) bandaids on at all times and he’ll spot you money without ever asking for it back

Jason: The dad friend. He somehow always has water bottles for if you’re thirsty. He’s seen you cry over twenty times but he never brings it up because he’s just too good of a guy. His catchphrase is “I don’t know…” right before talking you out of doing something stupid

Leo: The dying friend. He mostly consists of jokes and witty comebacks. You’re 90% sure he’s dying inside and just uses acronyms and puns to hide it but you don’t say anything because you’re pretty sure he’d rather crawl into a hole than talk about it. He gives oddly good advice and he never fails to make you laugh.

Hazel: The you think she’s innocent friend. She’s somehow convinced everyone she’s naive and innocent when really she’s probably way more experienced in life than you are. She blushes like a maniac and uses “darn” in her everyday vocabulary. She’s an angel until you piss her off. 

Frank: The actually innocent friend. He never swears and instead uses bizarre substitutes that are sometimes worse than the actual swear word. He gives gentle high fives and he awkwardly pats your shoulder when you’re upset. He gives the best hugs.

Piper: The cool friend. You have no idea how you managed to get her as a friend. She messed up so much in her past that she’s now grown and learned beyond her years. She’s the epitome of doesn’t give a fuck. She wears leather jackets that intimidate you and she likes to flip people off. Everyone is secretly in love with her.