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“6M?! I was so shocked this morning when I saw it 😳 At first, I thought something went wrong with Instagram 😳 I was staring at the screen for more than five minutes… 😳😳
Even though I didn’t put on my make up, nor did I shave yet, but what’s more important now is me saying thank you to you all.
Thank you so much for knowing me, and I’mma try harder and harder to become a better Jackson, keep challenging myself to the limit. Thank you so much. 🙌🙌🙏”

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jacksonwang852g7: 6M 됬다니?! 아침에 일어나자마자 깜놀 .. 6M 보고 잘못된줄 …😳
지금 화장 안했지만 면도 도 안했지만 그것보다 더 중요한것은 감사한다는 말이에요.
이렇게 많은 사람들 저를 알아줘서 너무 고마워요 😔 진심으로 감사하고 더 멋진 잭슨 더 큰 사람 될게요 🙌🙏🙏 

6M?!早上起来吓了我一跳😳 以为是哪里出错误了😳虽然现在妆都没有化,胡子都没有刮,但是现在这些不重要,更重要的是想谢谢你们。
非常感谢你们❤️,能够认识我王嘉尔这个人,同时也会更努力做好自己,一定会做到。谢谢你们!感谢,感恩。🙌🙌🙏 

6M?! I was so shocked this morning when I saw it😳 At first, I thought something went wrong with Instagram😳 I was staring at the screen for more than five minutes… 😳😳
even though I didn’t put on my make up, nor did I shave yet, but what’s more important now is me saying thank you to you all.
Thank you so much for knowing me, and Imma try harder and harder to become a better Jackson, keep challenging myself to the limit. Thank you so much🙌🙌🙏

anonymous asked:

How do you stay focused and motivated all the time?

Hey! I’ll start by saying I’m not focused or motivated all of the time. I have days where I procrastinate a lot or blatantly put off actual work. I’ll have times where I really don’t want to study and feel extremely unmotivated. Everyone does. Even people who run studyblrs. I think my main trick is being disciplined. I’ve run a studyblr since 2014 and in that time I’ve really worked on my discipline. I have learnt that things just have to be done - be it assignments, studying, or readings. I have to do it otherwise I’m letting myself down. I have always hated the feeling of regret so that in itself motivates me to try as best I can. I don’t want to let myself down or let my parents down. I like to achieve. Again, I think everyone does. I feel satisfied when I see ‘disctintion’ or ‘high distinction’ on my results and that really helps. Discipline really falls into staying focused and motivated. If you can improve your discipline, just little by little, you will get there. Try forcing yourself to do a bit every day. Even if it is something small. Reinforce something positive for completing it. Another motivation is having my studyblr. I like to document what I’m doing so I can share it on here or my Instagram. My blogs kind of become accountability partners in that sense. It is definitely worth trying if you don’t have one already! As I’ve said my motivation dips every now and then. You just have to try to push through. Obviously, having motivation makes it ten times easier to study but it is so important to learn to work without it. These few posts might help you gain some much-needed motivation:

As for focus, this is something that, again, does take time to master but you can certainly takes steps to improve. My biggest tip would be to remove all your distractions. This could be either your phone, computer, or things on your desk. Time management and productivity apps are so great for keeping you off your phone. I currently use an app called Forest. It gamifies and rewards my time with a little tree. If I use my phone, it will die! It really helps me to stay focused. I’ll see that I’ve got 5 minutes left of that study period and I’ll think “okay, it’s just another 5 minutes..keep going!”. If I don’t use Forest, I will sometimes timelapse myself. I find it so cool to be able to watch it back and see everything I’ve written or typed in a quick video. I love sharing them on my blogs too so it’s great! I don’t want to stop recording so I’ll just say off my phone! For your computer, there are apps that block websites. Forest as a Chrome and Mac extension but apps like RescueTime, StayFocusd can stop you going on Tumblr. I have a post on productivity apps here including paid and free for iOS, Android and Mac. Another thing I’ve found works best is having two accounts on my laptop. One is for university work and the other for blogging. I don’t have any social media logged in on my uni account so I can’t just check a site for a minute because I’m bored. Honestly, probably one of the smarter things I’ve done without intending too haha! I think most computers have the option to create a second account, so have a look. Like most people, I get distracted by stupid things like my pens! When they’re on my desk, I sometimes just end up looking at them or fiddling with them. If I catch myself doing that I will put it out of my reach so I’m not tempted again. Another thing I’ve been trying is externalising my thoughts. If I get distracted by something or have a “gosh, I need to remember that” moment, I will write it down. By getting it out my brain and onto a bit of paper, I no longer have to think about it and can continue. One final thing I sometimes do is listen to music. If I’m downstairs working it can get noisy if my family is around. I will usually play the ‘deep focus’ playlist of Spotify. Other suggestions are gaming or film soundtracks. Their intention is to be something in the background but distracting enough to pull your focus! YouTube has loads of compilations so check there!

I apologise this is a really long answer but hopefully it’s informative! Remember to take small steps! You’ll be able to control your focus in no time if you keep practising. It’s important to stay positive as well xx

On April first, it’s been 16 years since the first marriage of two people of the same gender. Yes, the Netherlands was a progressive country back then, and the honor was for Job Cohen, the mayor of Amsterdam and a personal idol of mine, to become the first public official to wed same-sex couples. Always good to celebrate and remember what we have achieved, but also to see that it has only been 16 years. Love is love.

For more of my work; I’m @neetje pretty much everywhere, or @neetje.nl on Instagram. 

anonymous asked:

in that video on instagram where you say anime and then recoiled at how it sound... i have never related to something so strongly before

my tattoo artist tried to talk to me about naruto while doing my naruto tatt and asked what the show was about so i said animated ninjas fight other ninjas and one of them with a nine tailed demon inside of him wants to become the hokage while saving the world plus his best friend and in that moment i kind of died inside at how dumb it sounded out loud but then i decided who cares im weird and love animated gay ninjas and everyone needs to know

I wasn’t a strong believer in love. After countless times of falling for people to only have them break my heart. Or to have them not want me at all. I’ve tried my best to stay away from love, but failed miserably when I met you. After months of talking to you, I grew more fascinated with you.

I didn’t understand at first how I felt being around you. Still haven’t comprehended how I’ve managed to feel so safe and comfortable around you. How hesitant I was at first, but decided to shrug it off because I saw how different you are.

You and I just connected so well. And I’m scared as hell to lose you. Because whenever something good happens in my life, there’s always something else that comes in and takes it away from me. Nothing this good has ever stayed long enough. And honestly, without you, I don’t know what I would do.

You’ve become so important to me. I would do absolutely anything for you, and I would do everything to make sure you are happy. Because seeing that smile of yours every day has given me the strength to keep going.

What I’m trying to say is, I’m so lucky to have you. And the love we share, is so beautiful and true. And I don’t ever want to lose that either.
— 

S.V//@Sempiternal.poet on Instagram

One month with my love.

It makes my skin crawl when I think of every time you’ve had the stomach to lie to me, to smile in between my lips and laugh in my ear when you’ve done the same to someone else. I feel my heart sink to the floor, I hear it rip every organ on the way down. How many times have I told you to tell me exactly what happened? Whose hands went where? Who sent who pictures? Who touched who first? The wave of pain that I still feel simmers for weeks, months even; and only when it finally feels like my world is in place, the slightest tremor, the slightest shake, dismantles the whole thing. It dismantles me.

It started off with confusion and then I slowly started to put it together. I took it in piece by piece knowing that I’d burst with resentment eventually. I looked at you with a smirk on my face because I was too hell-bent on retaining my pride but my eyes were too wet to see through.
And then came the rage.
And then came the sadness.
And then came knowing that this might be the last time we would ever be this way. Suddenly I wanted to feel every part of you again just once more; partly to show you what you would lose and what you traded our years for, and partly to have something to hold on to when ‘we’ become nothing more than a fleeting thought.
You know, maybe you are my karma. But I promise to be yours, too.
—  Karma // n.b.

We discovered the cutest little wizarding/fairytale themed cafe in Northampton yesterday- @themagicbeanemporium. Everywhere you look is something magical, amazing hot chocolates, great toasties and mini jenga on every table. Breakfast dates with my babe are becoming our niche and really taking the edge off the Easter Holidays! Would you rather go out for breakfast, lunch or dinner and why?? (Genuinely excited to see what you all say which is a bit sad haha) ☕️🍯🍞🍳 http://ift.tt/2oWM52F

Savitar’s Origin Theory

So a friend of mine came up with this theory on how Savitar might have possibly come to be (go follow her on instagram @drarry_is_my_life) AND THIS THEORY IS ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT (so of course it had to be posted to tumblr)

Okay to start off, remember what future Barry (not savitar, emo barry) said when Barry travelled to the future? 

What if Barry goes back into the speed force to bring Jay back and creates a time remnant of himself to take Jay’s place. Then, over the years the time remnant goes insane or takes on a fiery thirst for revenge, and he blames Barry for everything that happened and because of all this rage he becomes Savitar. He wants to kill Barry for all that he did to him, and he wants to kill Iris because that will hurt Barry as much as Barry had hurt him. 

From the Dining Table, Pt. 1 (Ethan)

Summary: Before moving out of the home you once shared with your fame hungry ex-boyfriend, you sit down to write him a letter, explaining to him why you left and where to find you if he ever comes to look for you.

Word Count: 2,352

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: This idea hit me in the middle of the night while listening to Harry Styles’ new album, specifically the last song entitled “From the Dining Table.” I highly recommend you listen to the song while reading this imagine for the full effect. I also apologize in advance if I make anyone feel things; writing this had me feeling all the things. I might turn this into a mini-series if it gets enough love, so please enjoy! Requests are open!


“I honestly never thought this day would come, Mom.” You grab the last of the pictures of you and your ex-boyfriend sitting on the dresser and throw them into a cardboard box in the entrance of the bedroom. “I’m moving out of the house I shared with the person I thought I was going to marry, and he doesn’t even know I’m leaving. Do you hear how twisted that sounds?”

Your mom places the rest of your t-shirts into the open suitcase on the floor. “Honey, you can’t predict the future. You didn’t know he was going to turn out to be this way.”

“We’ve been friends since we were in diapers, Mom. Nothing about him or the way he was raised would have indicated that this would have happened. He used to just be a goofy kid with a camera… What happened?”

She stands up to zip the suitcase. “I don’t know, but you’ve been turning that over in your head for God knows how long now. Haven’t you tortured yourself enough?”

“Hasn’t he tortured me enough?”

The both of you sigh and your stomach begins to twist. You pick up the cardboard box and a couple of tote bags laying around, following your mom as she drags the suitcase out into the dining room, the wheels echoing through the nearly empty house as they click on the wooden floor.

“Y/N, fame changes people. I just hope for his own good that one day he realizes what he truly lost… Okay, do we have everything?”

You shift from one foot to the other, trying to subdue the pain in your abdomen that’s only growing. “Yeah, I think so. My clothes are all packed, the electricity will be shut off by the city tonight, my pictures are all put away, and we loaded all the furniture into the truck yesterday.”

“All, except the table,” she notes.

“Yeah, that’s not mine. I’m leaving it for…” you trail off as you glance at the surface, remembering the notebook and pens you packed in one of your totes.

“Hey Mom, why don’t you take the rest of this stuff? I’ll be outside in a second, I just have something I want to do, first.”

“Okay, but don’t take too long. I want to ride the daylight out as much as possible. You know I have a hard time driving at night.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

Your mom takes the box from you before pushing it and the suitcase out the door. She shuts it behind her while you pull your stationary out from one of the bags, setting it on the table. You take off the cap of your pen, breathing deeply before pressing it to the paper:


 I don’t want to be angry with you anymore, Ethan, but I am. I’m so god damn angry.

I want to live my life and not think about you or hear your laugh everywhere I go. I want to look in the mirror and see my face again instead of yours. I regret cutting all my hair off just so I could look like you. I wish I had the power to delete our song off of my phone. I wish I wasn’t slumped over the dining room table, crying while I was writing this.

You’re so selfish that it makes me sick. The very first night I met you, I didn’t know I’d grow up to consider you my best friend. I never expected to become this attached to you. But, fast forward to the day you left me: when you walked out the door, you took the oxygen from my lungs.

You’re just a set of bones and a beating heart. How did you mess me up so bad?

I was such a fool to think you’d adhere to your resolution to live as normal of a life as possible. You used to know that life has so much more to offer than posting moody pictures on Instagram and hoping it gets over 500,000 likes or ignoring the people who built you up because it makes you feel powerful. What you’ve become absolutely disgusts me, and the worst part of it all is that you don’t even know what the time apart has done to me. I never got to celebrate your birthday with you, something that was a dream of ours to do together. I couldn’t give you Christmas presents this year. I couldn’t sit with you and your family while they grilled hot dogs in your back yard on the Fourth of July. I couldn’t do any of this because you only think of yourself anymore. It’s like you’ve completely forgotten about me.

Right before your departure, you told me you’d come back for me. You said you would text and call whenever you could until we would see each other again in person. I got your first text soon after, and for a while it felt like we were never apart; it felt like the oxygen in my lungs was restored. You’d call me after every show and every promotional event, so excited and in awe that you couldn’t wait to tell me about everything that happened. As time went on though, with the more people you met and the higher you climbed up the ladder, the texts became fewer and farther in between. My phone rang less often until it stopped ringing all together. You didn’t text me anymore. I had to learn about everything you were doing through friends and social media. I can’t count the number of voicemails I left you, afraid that I smothered you and apologizing for being the reason you pushed me away. I know now that it had absolutely nothing to do with me, but I can’t help but hope that one day you’ll call me and tell me that you’re sorry, too. It never happens, though. You never do.

You friends tell me that this is normal, that getting through the separation anxiety is the worst part. But, let me ask you this: Was it normal for me to curl up in the fetal position in the middle of the hallway after you walked out of the door? Was it normal for me not to sleep a wink after you were gone? I would scream into the dark of night, begging for you to come back. I would pray for you, and you know how I feel about religion. Praying was something you did before every meal and every night before bedtime. I would watch you clasp your hands together and close your eyes while your lips gracefully moved to form silent requests of peace, grace, and mercy. Do you remember when you asked me about religion? I pressed my lips into a hard line, squeezing my hands together so tightly that I lost feeling within seconds. I did it though, I got down on my knees by my bedside hoping that you would be able to hear me through whatever kind of higher power you believed in. It turns out I was wrong.

Let me tell you that if God does exist, He’s a vulture. He’s completely unfair. The kind of lives He had in store for both of us was cruel and downright disgusting; He chose me for endless suffering and He chose you to poison the lives of everyone you meet. So much for being a good guy, huh?

The worst part of all of this is the fact that despite my anger and resentment towards your addiction to fame and how you chose it over me, you’ve taught me more than I could have ever imagined. It makes me sad, but one of those lessons is the fact that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t be fixed. This is something that no one ever tells you when you’re young; it never fails to surprise me when I look around and see people close to me breaking one by one. I should probably get it in my head. I saw it happen to you and then I felt it happen to me. I did almost everything to try and heal the resulting pain, including hurting myself in ungodly disturbing ways. I didn’t, however sleep with strangers and then leave them in the cold like the tabloids said you did.

But, see, even if I did such an ugly, terrible thing, those people would never fill this hole. I’m always going to want you. I’m always going to choose you.

I hate myself for that. I hate that I can be so angry and so vicious toward what you’ve become, but at the end of the night I lay in bed knowing I’m always going to be waiting for you. I can lie to myself all I want about it and yet I still find myself walking around every day thinking about how different circumstances would be if you were by my side at any particular moment. I tell myself to avoid everything that reminds me of you; instead I expose myself to those things even more because I don’t know how to live without the hole in my chest anymore. I can easily say I’ve failed at attempting to get over you and I don’t want to make any more attempts. The only way I can carry you with me now is by carrying the pain of you not being with me. The pain has been there for two years, five months, three weeks, and two days. This is the only way I know how to live now.

But, above all else, the one thing I desperately need you to know is that even before my anger, pity, and resentment, if you ever end up calling me again, even if it’s at 4 AM and you’re too sad to say a word, I won’t yell at you about how much of my life you’ve consumed. Rather, I will intently listen to your silence until you’re able to fall asleep again. If you need to cry, I won’t wipe away your tears because we’re only human and sometimes tears are the closest we can get to laughter and that’s okay. If you need to yell so ferociously that your voice gives out and your knees fail you, I’ll be there to hold you up and I’ll yell with you to make you feel less alone. If you get so angry that you punch your hands raw, I will ice your knuckles and gently remind you that wounds do eventually heal, both inside and out, just like the way harsh winters give way to warm springs. I will be your warm spring again, and I will do all of this because I love you unconditionally, even when you spite me and drive me insane. Sometimes I think I’d be better off dead than putting up with everything that comes with you, and I hate the fact that I don’t hate you. I just love you. My love is over, underneath, inside, and in between all the struggles that we have faced.

Now, I’m begging you, Ethan. If you ever decide to come look for me, I’ve left California; I can’t live in a place that feels so artificial anymore. I’m going back to the beginning, the place where you and I planted our roots, where we ran around in the sprinklers in the summer and made snow angels in the winter, where we tossed our high school graduation caps in the air and took weekend trips driving into the city. I’m going back to the place where I can find myself again. If you ever decide to come look for me, I’ll be waiting for you there.


Wiping the tears from your eyes, you fold the piece of paper down in thirds before placing it in an envelope and sloppily addressing it with an “E”. A horn honks outside, cueing you to grab the last of your bags and place the letter in the middle of the table. As you approach the front door, you turn around to take in the empty house one last time. All of the memories you and Ethan shared together here begin to dance in front of your eyes and you sigh to yourself, grateful that they’re going to stay with you for the rest of your life, but heartbroken you have to leave this behind. Finally, you step out onto the front porch and lock the door behind you.

“Alright, I’m good. I’ve got everything,” you grunt as you climb into the passenger seat of the moving van, tossing the bags behind you.

Your mom reaches over from the driver’s side to place her hand on your cheek. “You are such a brave girl. I am so proud of you for starting to let go.”

You close your eyes and place a hand on her wrist. “Thanks, Mom. Can we please go now, though, before I get too sentimental? I don’t want to cry anymore. My lungs already hurt too much.”

The both of you let go of each other to click your seat belts in place, and as your mom pulls the truck out of the neighborhood and onto the highway, you roll the windows down and turn on the radio. After several minutes of humming along to the music and getting lost in your own thoughts, your mom’s voice startles you.

“Do you think he’ll ever come back?”

You shift in your seat, unsure how to answer. “It’s been over two years, Mom.”

“What if he decides to come back to the house and you’re not there?”

“He has a key. He can get in.”

“But you won’t be there.”

You pause for a moment. “No, I won’t be. But I have a feeling that if he ever comes across what I left for him, he’ll know exactly where to find me.”

“And where’s that?”

You glance out the window, the vast, California landscape speeding by you as you head for the state line. The two of you have a long drive ahead of you back to the East Coast, almost 2,800 miles.

“Home. I told him to come home.”

married Viktuuri with a smol child and they have friends over and the smol is asleep and Chris is so careful holding the tiny bean and all of a sudden Viktor, who is t r y i n g to help Yuuri prepare dinner for their friends, ends up slicing his hand and needing stitches and being the diva that he is needs only Yuuri to take him and no one else so Chris and Minako and Phichit and Mari and Yurio and Otabek all become super protective babysitters and immediately set to baby proofing the house and at the hospital Yuuri receives precisely 27 calls about how unsafely they’re living their lives with A PRECIOUS LIFE at stake and all the while Viktor is freaking out like ‘what if they hug her too hard and they squish her to death??’ and ‘they’re going to ruin my little zvyozdochka’ and Yuuri is just low key d o n e with them all until they get home and find them all sleeping in a protective circle around a wide awake little Kastuki-Nikiforova and the place is a mess but he takes a picture of his family for instagram and titles it #family #theonesyoucancountoninanemergency and his singular once in a blue moon photo becomes iconic and Yakov has it framed and proudly shows it off to everyone he encounters (and everyone horrifically realises it’s Yakov that Viktor inherited his unapologetic doting and gushing about a loved one from)

1. You are here. Only here. At this moment. And you are here alone. You have to take care of yourself. No one else will. No one else cares about how much you hurt of if you even do. So do whatever your heart needs.

2. Talk to everyone. Even the people you hate. You will see the beauty inside of them. You will understand only by listening. Talk to the one you never once spoke a word to. I promise it will clear up the sky.

3. Nothing is what it seems. Absolutely nothing. Not even the clearest thing. Remember that. Hold on to that. Let it make you wiser.

4. Everyone holds a galaxy full of pain inside of them. So some will smoke. Or do drugs. Or drink. Others will smile as if nothing is wrong. Or kiss and hug and laugh. We all deal with pain in very different ways and we do everything we can to forget.

5. Never regret experiences. Even if it leaves bad memories. You learn so much. You grow. You become someone new. Just look at where you once were and where you are now. I promise you will be thankful if can’t see it now.

6. Love yourself. Be on your own side. Defend yourself. Don’t let people break you down. Because they will take advantage of you, if you do not see your own worth. You are important. And yourself is what you should focus on.

—  ck.writes (on Instagram) // 6 things i learned the past month
Phichit and Chris would be awesome BFFS

And like, they wouldn’t become BFFS just because of Viktor and Yuuri. There are plenty more other reasons.

  • They’d find and follow each other’s Instagrams, enjoying the content and comments of each other’s posts.
  • They share stories of what it’s like to be the best friend of someone so Extra and incredibly crushing on someone.
  • Chris: “My rink mate is going off on another monologue about his crush in drunk emojis.”
  • Phichit: “You too? My rink mate keeps texting me in all caps about his crush taking a selfie with his poodle.”
  • They make tons of bets about things other skaters do on and off season.
  • They share beauty and fashion tips.
  • They always hang out whenever they’re at the same competition. They’re coaches come along sometimes too (just to make sure they don’t get into too much trouble).
  • They watch each other’s skating programs and give comments or critiques.
  • Chris would share stories of when he was Phichit’s age, and sometimes gives advice on growing older
  • Whenever they travel they text each other for food/sightseeing recommendations
  • They’d be each other’s tour guides when they visit each other’s countries.
  • They discuss/debate about musicals, A LOT
  • They sang a duet together, once in a karaoke bar with other skaters
  • Phichit likes to try on Chris’ glasses
  • Phichit gets really nervous meeting Chris’ cat, mostly for the safety of his hamsters.
  • They pick up on Yuuri and Viktor’s moods/behavior a lot quicker than anyone else
  • PHICHIT AND CHRIS DANCING TOGETHER AT THE BANQUET(Like, nothing romantic, they get down and dirty on the dance floor trying to one up each other’s moves to some rock music)
As soon as I became the most followed person on Instagram, I sort of freaked out. It had become so consuming to me. It’s what I woke up to and went to sleep to. I was an addict, and it felt like I was seeing things I didn’t want to see, like it was putting things in my head that I didn’t want to care about. I always end up feeling like shit when I look at Instagram. Which is why I’m kind of under the radar, ghosting it a bit.
—  Selena Gomez
Chapter IV | Tell Me - A Harry Styles Uni AU

Main Story page is here.

Song for the Playlist - Guys My Age by Hey Violet

Instagrams are here.

Word Count - 4500…ish

“What part of ‘I have nothing to say to you’, do you not understand?” She asked as she stopped abruptly and turned back around to face him.

“No, see I get it, Eden,” he took a step onto the stairs to become taller than her again. “But you’ve got to let me explain to you-…”

“You made it perfectly clear how you felt. Have a great fucking new year, Harry. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to come back down in half an hour to get my food in peace. Goodnight.”

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calvissian  asked:

thoughts on the current state of the meme economy?

honestly, i think we’re heading towards a recession. with trump as president, it becomes vanilla to use him as the subject of Mainstream Memeing. same goes for major celebrity events, such as the oscars. where are the pure shitpost memes??? where are the good video memes????? what of organic memeing???? with the loss of vine, we now look to instagram for the spread of video memeing and honestly, that is a sad, sad replacement. i look to twitter for salvation. 

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Hi everyone! I know I haven’t been posting on here for quite some time now and  that’s because I find it much easier to upload pictures on my instagram ! Don’t worry though, I will try and become active once again :) Here is my handwriting + my favorite pens, which are the Zebra Sarasa!


// I just finished my first medicine prelim exam a few days ago and I feel so anxious about what scores I got ><!! I studied a lot and had very restless nights all because of that exam. Ah, I hope I did fine. HOW ARE YOU all?!?! It’s been a while since I last uploaded huh haha, I hope you all are having a great, fantastic, Christmas break! Happy Holidays to you all! 

anonymous asked:

Isak and Even + 29. “Come over here and make me.”, pretty please? x

#hashtag

Even gets Instagram, it’s all about Isak.

Isak is lying on his bed scrolling through his Instagram feed, rolling his eyes fondly as he comes across a picture of Eskild at a club the night before, his pink wig askew as he drapes himself across the laps of three very good-looking guys Isak would bet money Eskild doesn’t remember now. He keeps scrolling letting out a snort when he comes across at picture he’s tagged in from Jonas’ account, it’s Magnus passed out drunk, while Vilde and Eva apply makeup on the sleeping boy, Sana is next to them smirking. The tag says ‘@isakyaki is missing out because he doesn’t know how to have fun.’

“What’s up?”

Isak looks up from his phone at the question, at his boyfriend who sits in the middle of the bed with a sketch pad on his lap. He turns his phone around for Even to see, enjoying the smile that comes across his face.

“Those girls are trouble,” Even says warmly and it pleases Isak. Over the last couple of months, Isak has watched as Even has become friends with his friends and not just his boys but with the girls. He knows Even finds Vilde’s perkiness endearing, that he loves the flirty banter he shares with Eva and that Sana and Even have a downright scary bromance where Isak is sure they are plotting to take over the world.

“They are,” Isak agrees. “Did you see Jonas’ comment to me?”

Even shakes his head and holds out his hand so Isak can pass over the phone, letting out a sound of derision when he reads the comment. “He just doesn’t get that we had our own fun,” Even says smirking since they are both still undressed from their earlier activities. “You should let him know.”

“I’m not letting him know, you let him know,” Isak blushes as he takes back his phone.

Even makes humming sound at that going back to his drawing and Isak goes back to scrolling through his feed, switching to Facebook when he gets bored of Instagram and finally starts searching amusing memes. Getting lost in his entertainment, he doesn’t notice Even pick up his own phone or that he starts to download the Instagram app.

“Hey baby?” he hears and feels the shifts of Even getting closer to him, he looks up in question only to have a flash go off in his face.

He blinks a couple of times to clear his vision only to see Even tapping away on his phone with an amused smile on his face. Before he can ask his phone vibrates twice with notifications. The first one is that Even_BechNæsheim is following him and he rolls his eyes again at the unoriginal username. The second notification is that he’s tagged in another picture, Isak opens it and feels his face go hot as he looks at the picture, he has a look of surprise obviously, but that’s not what he focuses on. No, instead he notices that with a lack of a shirt he can see the red marks Even left on his neck and chest with his mouth and if that wasn’t telling enough. Even’s caption that says ‘don’t worry @jonas9000, @isakyaki and I are having our own kind of fun’ further cement everything.

“Even, why?” he whines, groaning when he sees that Jonas, Madhi, and Sana have already added Even and have commented on the picture.

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“What’s the use of feeling…what’s the use of feeling…whatstheuseoffeeling”

I really liked how at the end of her song, YD was becoming visibly upset and kind of bunching her words together…

Technically I’m not late because I uploaded this a few days ago onto my instagram

Edit: sorry the image quality really sucks, it looks better if you click on it
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@seungchuchuweek Day 1: Accidental Kiss

A picture later made its way onto a certain Russian’s Instagram, captioned: “Oh my, Seung-Gil, so bold!”


(Haven’t done digital in a while whoops)

Less of an “accidental kiss” and more of a “too-scared-to-do-sober kiss”. Featuring a little repeat of the infamous banquet but this time at Yuuri and Viktor’s wedding. Seung-Gil apparently kisses the nearest person when drunk, and who wouldn’t kiss beautiful boy Phichit?