when i am mad you talk to me

- prompt list -

Prompt List #1 ♛ Imagines

  1. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”
  2. “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”
  3. “Stay with me”
  4. “Walk out that door and we’re through”
  5. “Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”
  6. “I can’t breathe”
  7. “I hate how much I love you”
  8. “Why are you so jealous?”
  9. “Where do you think you’re going”
  10. “Just leave me alone”
  11. “I need some time”
  12. “Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself”
  13. “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!”
  14. “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”
  15. “Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”
  16. “Just talk to me”
  17. “Bite me”
  18. “If you insist”
  19. “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me”
  20. “I think you’re just afraid to be happy”
  21. “Why are you so nice to me”
  22. “Choose me”
  23. “We’ll get through this, I promise”
  24. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”
  25. “You’re mine. I don’t share”
  26. “Just shut up and kiss me.”
  27. “If we get caught I’m blaming you”
  28. “Make me”
  29. “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now”
  30. “I think I forgot how to breath”
  31. “Stop biting that fucking lip!”
  32. “You’re blushing”
  33. “I missed something didn’t I?”
  34. “You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”
  35. “Well this is awkward”
  36. “Is that my shirt?”
  37. “You look like you need a hug”
  38. “I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies”
  39. “Please come home, I miss you”
  40. “You’re so fucking adorable”
  41. “How can you still look so attractive while crying.”
  42. “I’m pregnant”
  43. “You’re lucky you’re cute”
  44. “Cuddle me.”
  45. “Sometimes I really don’t like you”
  46. “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”
  47. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”
  48. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed”
  49. “Im too sober for this”
  50. “Oh god, I need a drink”

Everyone has different personalities hidden inside of them. It’s no secret. We are all formed of smaller galaxies, that we take out and put on as coats whenever we see fit. It’s no shame. I have that. We all do. It’s no strangeness.

I let some people see the summer rain in me, the warm coffee in me, the dusty old books, the smiles that feel like warm sunshine on my face. That’s the galaxy full of bright stars you just want to dive in.

I let other people see the hurricane, the wolf blood, the sharp bites and whiskey smirks. That’s the galaxy not many explore, the side you don’t venture into because you want to.

I perhaps have thousands of little universes like these that I bring out whenever I feel like it. I am not a chameleon, I don’t adapt to what’s asked of me. I just like to think that I’m not simple enough to be defined by one single thing.

But every galaxy has its black holes. The one thing you don’t talk about, the one you keep hidden and pretend it doesn’t exist.

I feel like the person I become when I get close to the black hole isn’t who I am. I see it as another person, completely separated from me. I keep her in a locked room. Or perhaps I don’t keep her, perhaps she has caged herself there, in a prison of her own making.

She is sad. She is a weeping sky. She is angry. She is an unmerciful tsunami. She is mad. And she scares me.

I don’t let her out. In fact, I think I have no control over her whatsoever. She comes out whenever she wants and she does what she wants once she’s out. She cries, she yells, she laughs, she scares. She scratches on the walls of my mind as a warning before she erupts. But she doesn’t stay too long. She never does. Maybe she just gets lonely in there, all by herself, and wants to make sure I haven’t forgotten her.

We all have universes, stars, dangerous planets and black holes. Perhaps I am made of books full of raindrops and hunger and feathers and broken wings sparrows. Made of going but never leaving. Of had enough’s and trying too hard. Of cigarette smoke and poison and storms. Of poetry and spilled ink. Of shy mornings and midnight thunders.

But do I ever think that makes me original or special or different?

Not even for a second.

—  writinghurricanes, shades of blue
Romantic Royalty Starters
  • “I want to unlace your corset slowly.”
  • “I couldn’t take my eyes off you from across the ball room.”
  • “Not any jewel in the entire kingdom could compare to you.”
  • “I cannot marry that man. He smells of rank meat!”
  • “I cannot marry that woman. Her voice causes dogs to howl!”
  • “I need you in my life. I am incomplete without you.”
  • “We could retire to my suite. No one would know.”
  • “May I suggest a walk in the garden? The roses are in bloom.”
  • “I will slay anything that dares to harm you, my love.”
  • “There are secret passages. Come! We haven’t a moment to spare.”
  • “I will marry you. I shall make it happen. Somehow.”
  • “How long would it take to remove all those layers?”
  • “My crown is heavy. It feels lighter when you’re around.”
  • “If you go to war we will not be together…”
  • “Nothing matters if we are not allowed to be in each other’s arms.”
  • “Our parents are fools.”
  • “I do not care if our nations are at war.”
  • “It drives me mad that no one will leave us alone!”
  • “When we are not together, I am pained to my very soul.”
  • “We must pretend not to feel anything. They cannot know about us.”
  • “Forgive me…”
  • “We shall be happy together, forever.”
  • “I know that fairy tales cannot come true but I feel that one may have.”
  • “You are so magnificent on the dance floor.”
  • “You sparkle even without the jewelry.”
  • “I have never seen a more eloquent creature.”
  • “This maybe the wine talking, but you are glorious.”
  • “I’ll never look at another.”
  • “I’m blushing…”
  • “I will fight for you.”

Everyone is drawing/writing Victor being appalled at Yuri for WTTM, but consider who we’re talking about here-

Victor “I am the MOST EXTRA” Nikiforov

The same Victor who, when HE was 16, wore a BONDAGE inspired costume for a WHOLE SEASON. (the very same costume his future husband would wear)

The Victor who, after ONE (1) night and ONE (1) online video, ran away from everything he had and flew to the other side of the world with his dick out.

You can’t tell me that Victor is anything but ecstaticaly proud of his smol son.

I keep waiting to be treated badly. Does anyone else do this? Literally every day I think, Today is the day when things will change, when I will overstay my emotional welcome, when this person will decide that treating me well is beyond what I deserve. Every nicety, every act of kindness feels like something I need to lock in a vault. It all makes me realize that my threshold for being treated decently was desperately low for like, all of my adult life. I am full of great advice and lofty standards for my friends. Do this, don’t put up with that. When it comes to myself, it’s like, well, you’re garbage so the rules aren’t the same for you. I get mad at myself when I realize this, when I realize how passive I can be, how I try to be invisible in my own life, how I try to not take up space or require anyone else’s attention or energy.
—  Roxane Gay, “The Kale Was Talking Shit to Me
Songs to get fucked to:

Best ones are in Bold/Italic letter (NEW SONGS ADDED!)


  • Wrong - Zayn (Mind of Mine)
  • TIO - Zayn (Mind of Mine)
  • Slow Hands - Niall Horan (Flicker)
  • Strange Love - Halsey (Badlands)
  • Young God - Halsey (Badlands)
  • Outside - The Weeknd (Trilogy)
  • Good For You - Selena Gomez (Good For You)
  • Chill - Trey Songz (Intermission I & II)
  • Ride - SoMo (SoMo)
  • Hold Tight - Justin Bieber (Journals)
  • Slow Motion - Trey Songz (Slow Motion)
  • Often (Kygo Remix) - The Weeknd (Often Kygo Remix)
  • Nasty Naughty Boy - Christina Aguilera (Back to Basics)
  • All That Matters - Justin Bieber (Journals)
  • Rocket - Beyoncé (BEYONCÉ)
  • SEX - The 1975 (SEX EP)
  • We Can Make Love - SoMo (SoMo)
  • Sex on fire - Kings of Leon (Only By The Night)
  • Do I Wanna Know? - Artic Monkeys (AM)
  • Hatefuck - Cruel Youth
  • Earned It - The Weeknd (Fifty Shades of Grey)
  • Trust - Justin Bieber (Purpose)
  • Daddy Issues - Demi Lovato
  • Pillow Talk - Zayn (Mind of Mine)
  • Back To Sleep - Chris Brown (Royalty)
  • Dangerous Woman - Arinana Grande (Dangerous Woman)
  • Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High? - Artic Monkeys
  • R U MINE? - Artic Monkeys (AM)
  • Arabella - Artic Monkeys (AM)
  • Dark Times - The Weeknd ft. Ed Sheeran (Beauty Behind The Madness)
  • Angel - The Weeknd (Beauty Behind The Madness)
  • Valerie - The Weeknd (Trilogy)
  • Good Girls - 5 Seconds of Summer (5 Seconds of Summer)
  • Fat Bottomed Girls - Queen
  • Strip That Down - Liam Payne
  • Sexy Dirty Love - Demi Lovato
  • Be my Daddy - Lana del Rey
  • Bad Bitch - Bebe Rexha
  • Havanna - Camila Cabello
  • Versace on the Floor - Bruno Mars
  • That’s what I like - Bruno Mars
  • Ruin the Friendship - Demi Lovato
  • Games - Demi Lovato
  • Despacito - Luis Fonsi ft. Daddy Yankee
  • Mayores - Becky G ft. Bad Bunny
  • Diles - Bad Bunny ft. Ozuna, Farruko, Arcangel, Ñego Flow
  • Shape of You - Ed Sheeran (Multiply)
  • Wild Thoughts - DJ Khaled ft. Rihanna
  • Side to Side - Ariana Grande ft. Nicki Minaj
  • Criminal - Natty Natasha ft. Ozuna
  • Se preparó - Ozuna
  • Sola Remix - Anuel AA ft. Daddy Yankee, Wisin, Farruko, Zion y Lennox
  • Chillax - Farruko ft. Ky-Mani Marley
  • Safari - J Balvin ft. Pharrell Williams, BIA, Sky
  • Chateu - Blackbear
    TO BE CONTINUE
the gangsey as scottish tweets
  • gansey: im at the age where people r askin "so what u doin with ur life" n im like mate am genuinely jus here for a laff x
  • blue sargent: issue wi males that think it's acceptable to comment on how a girl looks when she's buzzin am not oot tae be stunnin am oot tae cut mad shapes
  • ronan lynch: i deh trust the dentist when they start talking in code about your teeth to their wee pal, you got suhin to say say it to ma face prick
  • adam parrish: maw n da tryin to shout it ye when ye crack yer phone sayin ye dont look after it aye right fs this hing means more tae me than use do fs
  • noah czerny: had a sick weekend but ad be telling big fibs if a said a didnt feel like a common toe nail
  • henry cheng: imagine the week before yer wedding ye came home fae work early to surprise yer bf and walked in on him wearin bootcut jeans
Today in 5 words: I MET TOM FUCKING HIDDLESTON

AND TALKED TO HIM FOR THE WHOLE 5 STOPS OF HIS TRAIN JOURNEY.

HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK

Originally posted by friendsthetvshow

Guys, I just…I don’t even know what to say. I don’t even know how to talk about this yet, without YELLING LOTS OF NONSENSE. But I feel like I need to share, so I’m going to try, and convey the important bits at least. Apologies if this devolves into some series of all-caps word vomit (spoiler alert: it will), but you know, at least I’m still alive and typing. Not functioning, not even close, but I suspect that’s my default state now for days or maybe weeks.

I was really upset - devastated actually - that I wasn’t able to get tickets to Hamlet earlier this week. I was feeling quite sorry for myself because I have an expiration date on my time here in London, and I felt severely disappointed that I missed out on what was likely my only chance of seeing my absolute favourite person live on stage.

But apparently, I’ve done something right in my life? Because today the universe decided to make it up to me. 

I was sitting in the tube station and out of the corner of my eye, saw a strikingly familiar, very tall and recognisably-clothed silhouette coming towards me. I think my brain actually stuttered, if that’s a thing, because even though I recognised him immediately, it seemed to take a minute for my brain to catch up and start screaming, WHAT DO WE DO NOWWWW? at me. I quite literally could not believe my eyes. He walked past me. It’s likely at this point I suffered a mild stroke.

I screwed up all my courage, even though I felt like an idiot, because I just could NOT let this opportunity pass me by. So I went up, tapped him on the shoulder, said “I’m so sorry to bother you, but I just have to say hello, because I love you SO MUCH” which…cringe? Ahaha. But also, HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO START THIS CONVERSATION? There is literally no good way. And I wanted to somehow express my admiration - I mean, I didn’t want him to think I was just approaching him because he’s a celebrity, any celebrity, you know? I would only go up to somebody who sincerely means something to me, someone who I just can’t not take the chance to speak to. Basically, TOM. He’s the one. Anyway. I’m sure some people will think this is embarrassing, and uh yeah, it totally is, but he just gave a little laugh (RIP, ME) and said, “That’s very kind, I’m really just a regular guy.” (Um, no.)

At this point I was going to be like, Anyway love your work, thank you, byeee or something like that and slide off and leave him alone, but then he asked my name, shook my hand (DEAD, AGAIN) and asked where I was from. In the middle of me trying to explain where Manitoba, Canada is (again, he asked - I was really trying my best not to be intrusive on his time!), the train we were both waiting for pulled up. 

(Me on the inside: What the fuck do I do now?! Do I get on this train? Does that seem like I’m following him, creepy stalker style? BUT THIS IS MY TRAIN. BUT IT’S HIS TRAIN TOO. ARE WE JUST GETTING ON THE TRAIN TOGETHER NOW WHAT IS HAPPENING)

Long story short (haha jk, this is already not short and it’s about to keep being not short, at all), we did get on the train together. We both stood at the back of the carriage, leaning against the back wall, and we had an ACTUAL FUCKING CONVERSATION FOR TEN STRAIGHT MINUTES. A conversation…between me and TOM. THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE, AND ALL OUR LIVES. ALLOW ME SEVERAL LINES MORE OF SCREAMING HERE BECAUSE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Originally posted by allisonbell24

And Tomblr friends, this is what I would like most to tell you: he was exactly everything I had hoped he would be. An absolute dream. He was kind, inquisitive, thoughtful, down to earth, and just so perfectly genuine. He did not have to keep talking to me - he could’ve said, “Nice to meet you”, walked away and sat down and put his headphones in, the way everyone does on the train, and I’d never have thought any less of him for it. Instead, he stood there with a stranger who probably had a noticeable hint of hysteria in her voice/face, and asked me questions, and looked me in the eyes, and listened to me, and made my fucking day/week/year/LIFE.

Here are some other things:

  • The superficial: He was BREATHTAKING in person. Just so, so, so beautiful. He actually glowed like a movie star. He was wearing the official Out and About in London Tom uniform: dark blue sweater, faded black jeans, the cuddly coat (!!), grey suede shoes, and…glasses. GLASSES. GLASSES!!!
  • There was adjusting of the glasses happening while we were conversing. Oh yes, there was. Also brow furrowing.
  • I cannot even convey the depth of my delight over his hair right now. It’s grown out even more since SDCC. Curls - glorious curls!!! IT IS SO CUTE.
  • Also: BEARD. The effect of the curls and the beard and the glasses altogether…is simply indescribable. This…this was PEAK TOM, you guys!
  • I’m honestly having trouble remembering what we talked about, which I’m so mad at myself for, but it’s rather difficult to register things when you’re having an internal meltdown, I guess? I am proud of myself for managing to form coherent words and sentences (How? How? I don’t know. By the grace of god, I suppose). He asked me what I was doing in London, and what I liked most about London. When I told him I up and moved here with zero plans, just to have an adventure, he said “Wow” and asked if I found the city overwhelming (Uh, NOT AS OVERWHELMING AS THIS IS RIGHT NOW. But also, what an adorable thing to say. I melted. Ugh). 
  • At one point he said my name, looked right at me and very clearly said “SARAH” and my heart exploded and I can’t even remember what it was about. I may have temporarily blacked out. I will surely never be the same again.
  • I mentioned being a bit sad about my unsuccessful attempt at Hamlet tickets, as we were talking about theatre in London, but said he must be excited to get back on stage and he said, yes, he’s looking forward to it. He said he’s very sorry that anyone was disappointed about not getting tickets, but he was really glad that it was done in a way that gave everyone a fair chance (which I agreed with).
  • He asked me about my job (I do social media customer care for a tech company) and then we talked for a bit about social media and what a weird thing it is. Which was probably quite an interesting conversation, but again, I think I blacked out because I barely remember any of it. I hate myself. I DO remember that his voice in person is even more heavenly than it’s possible to describe. And that he was doing that Tom thing of thinking really carefully about his answers, and crafting them so eloquently. I will try to come up with more details if anyone wants to hear them. I feel such a stupid idiot for not being able to remember more at the moment!
  • One thing I would like to express but don’t know how to say it exactly, so I hope this comes across as I mean it: he was not overly cheerful. He seemed more than willing to chat, was extremely kind and expressive, and as I said - if he hadn’t wanted to talk to me he had every opportunity to make his exit, so I think he was happy to do so. But he was not all smiles, he seemed kind of…pensive, I guess? And I could see that this was the real Tom - just caught in a moment of a quiet day, making his way through London, having a little chat with a stranger. He wasn’t being “on.” He actually frowned more than smiled, but not in an unhappy way - just in that really thoughtful way of his, where he’s weighing his words, and really listening. I actually loved it, because he seemed so…real, and solid, and normal, and so HIM.
  • I did not ask for a picture because I didn’t want to make things uncomfortable, or interrupt the flow of conversation, and I was much happier having a chance to talk to him. The only thing I regret is not having a photo of him just to remember how goddamn gorgeous he looked. But…this was so much better.

If you’ve read this far, first of all, I’m sorry this is SO MANY WORDS, and thank you. I guess there are maybe more things to say, but I’ll stop here. I need to attempt to calm the fuck down now and go to sleep. Feel free to chime in or drop into my inbox if you want to hear more. This is literally the only thing I will be talking about from now until the end of time, so sorry, everyone in my life.

One last thing: I’m more convinced than ever that all of us who fell in love with this man, we were right. He deserves it. He was perfect.

I feel so unbelievably lucky at this moment. The world is beautiful, I love you all, good night.

(Tags for some of you who may be interested in this overly long and magical tale - I’m sincerely sorry that I’m sure to forget lots of you - but as you now know I’ve recently suffered a massive brain and heart meltdown, so. @ceciliasyndrome @hiddleston81 @devikafernando @magnetobsessed79 @craftynidan @thehumming6ird @insanely-smart @beaglebitch @tomhiddleston-kikibfairy @freckletriangleofdoom@restlesstymes @nelsonn8 @8thwonderofthewxrld @desert-power-6 )

What can I say then

Ok, lemme preface this. I am a supervisor at a credit card call center. Basically I take calls from regular reps whose callers ask for a supervisor, nothing too hard. Alright so, this rep transfers to me; I answer
Me: “Hi, my name is _____, I am a supervisor here at [insert na-]”
Cardholder: “WHY ARE YOU TALKING SO FAST, I DONT APPRECIATE YOU TRYING TO GET ME OFF THE PHONE.”
Literally, I was speaking normal, sup calls don’t hurt my calls per hour I can take 2 hrs talking to this bitch and I’ll be fine. She didn’t even let me finish saying my shit.
Ch: “what’s your name you didn’t say it”
Me: ___
Ch: “what”
Me: ___, (and it’s 3 letters so I spelled it out)
Ch: I don’t like you spelling it out I’m not stupid.
Me: ~ok~ “how May i assist you ma’am”
Ch: I DONT LIKE YOU CALLING ME MAAM. THATS NOT MY NAME. MY PARENTS DIDNT NAME ME MAAM.”
Honestly, it’s habit. I don’t call them by their first/last name bc people don’t like that. Sir/ma’am are my words, so I apologize right.
Me: “I’m sorry, so how may I help?”
Ch: “well my payment is 30.77$, I need to know why it’s an even number, I need odd numbers because that’s what goes well with my check, and my due date isn’t working for me.”
Me: “ok so-“ (I’m about to rephrase what she says bc I’ve learn people like that bc it shows I listened right, but I just say it so I remember everything and do it in a way it’ll fit the acct.
ch: “I DONT LIKE IT WHEN SOMEONE TELLS ME “ok so”, IT JUST SHOWS ME THAT THEY DONT CARE WHAT IM CALLING ABOUT. I JUST SPENT 4 MINUTES WAITING FOR YOU TO ANSWER AND YOURE GONNA COME TO ME AND SAY “ok so”.”
Me: “It’s not that I don’t care, I just have to make sure I caught everything you said. First, your pymt is 30$ or 7% of your balance, whichever is greater. It’s 30.77$ because you’re over by 77 cents, if the even numbers aren’t working you can always round it to an odd number of your choosing, and in regards to your due da-“.
Ch: “I DONT NEED YOU TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO. I HATE WHEN PEOPLE TELL ME WHAT TO DO. YOURE NOT MY MOM. PLUS NO ONE TOLD ME ITD BE 30$ a month.”
Keep in mind she’s had this acct since 2015.
Me: “Well, when you applied the teems&conditions stated your pymts would be 30$/7% of your Bal, whichever is greater. Now, we can’t tel-“
Ch: “I HATE HEARING THAT YOU CANT DO SOMETHING. I AM A CUSTOMER, I DIDNT CALL TO HEAR A ‘NO’, I AM A CUSTOMER AND IM CALING FOR HELP.”
Me: “alright and I get that, I am trying to help but you keep saying you don’t like what I am telling you. I have to tell you what we can/can’t do, I can’t just ignore what you said and tell you something else. Now, you can pay 31$ that’s not issue. You’re just paying a bit more than the minimum that’s fine. In regards to your due date, (it’s currently on the 5th of each month) what date would you like?”
Ch: “the 1st or 15th.”
Here’s where I got frustrated, she’s due on the 5th, and she usually pays on the 3rd or 4th, so early. She’s requesting her due date 4 days earlier for whatever reason. I’m not in her life so whatever, she sounded hesitant when she said first, so I check the 15th.
Me: (keep in mind I can’t say “can’t” bc shell cut me off and we’ll get nowhere) “unfortunately we are unable to select the 15th as a due date, but the 14th or 16th work, do either of those work for you?”
Ch: “16th is fine.”
Me: “ok, before I select that I have to remind you, you can only change your due date once every twelve months, do you still wish to select the 16th of each month?”
Ch: “what day is the 16th next month (12-16-17)?”
Me: “saturday.”
Ch: “I CANT HAVE A SATURDAY I NEED THURSAYS I GET PAID THURSDAYS.”
Me: “we ca-, I mean we don’t choose certain daYS, for due daTES, we need a numberic daTE(#) that works for you. Not daYS (sun-mon).”
Ch: “I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOURE MAKING THIS SO HARD FOR ME.”
Me: “I’m not trying to, I’m trying to help, so what daTE works for you?”
Ch: “The 1st.”
Me: “ok so again, before I select that I have to remind you, you can only change your due date once every twelve months, do you still wish to select the 1st of each month?”
Ch: “NEXT MONTH ITS A FRIDAY AND THEN IN JANUARY ITS A MONDAY, NO THAT DOESNT WORK. I NEED THURSDAYS.”
Me: “I’m sorry but we ca-, don’t choose daYS, we have daTE-“
Ch: “I DONT LIKE HEARING WHAT YOU DONT DO I HATE WHEN SOMEONE TELLS ME WHAG THEY DONT DO.”
Me: “I have to tell you what is available and what is not, I cannot please everything you’re wanting. I cannot lie to you and say we can do things we can’t, I’m very sorry you hate all I’m saying but I have to do my job of letting you know your options.”
Ch: “I DONT KNOW WHY YOURE MAKING THIS SO DIFFICULT FOR ME. YOU JUST DONT WANT TO HELP.”
Me: “I am TRYIN-“
Ch: “WHY DO YOU TALK WHEN IM ABOUT TO TALK. I HATE WHEN PEOPLE TALK WHEN IM THINKING OF WHAT TO SAY.”
Me: “so what daTE, are you looking for?”
Ch: “I DONT KNOW. WHAT WORKS FOR ME DOESNT WORK FOR YOU. YOURE SO HARD TO TALK TO.”
Me: (I’m starting to get mad) “you gave me the 1st and 15th, I told you the 1st works and either 14th or 16th work. You keep saying you need a Thursday but we do not choose daYS. We choose daTES. You said the 16th and then said no and chose the 1st, I was about to confirm the 1st and you said no bc they fall on different daYS of the week each month. We don’t choose the daYS they fall on. Jus-“
Ch: “I KNOW YOU DONT OK. IM NOT A CHILD. I HATE WHEN YOU TALK TO ME LIKE A CHILD. I HAYE THAT YOU REPEAT YOUR SELF I JUST, AM SO FRUSTRATED BEVAUSE YOURE JUST MAKING ME MAD.”
Me: “Thats not my intention, what daTE works for you? That’s all I need.”
Ch: “I DONT KNOW OK I DONT KNOW”
Basically my call was 26 mins long, of her telling me she hates everything that I said and ended up requesting another supervisor and just hung up on him bc he was a male.

Tl;dr: lady hates not getting her way.

4

My experience with Koogi at Lucca Comics and Games in a nutshell:
I know I’m late to the party but tumblr mobile is a bitch

Koogi is so pretty and sweet *_* she is a literal beautiful cinnamon sinnamon roll too good for this world, too pure <3
I told her that I love Bum and she was so happy and thanked me several times
Thanks to the lovely @kwaemul who translated it for me, I was able to give Koogi a message in Korean ♥
Koogi’s editor, who was taking pictures near the panel, noticed us and started to talk with us
He told us that Koogi was feeling wellHe announced that KS Season 3 will start “next year” (hopefully on January 2018) and it will be “mad”
Then he shot a video for Koogi with the fans saying “Koogi we love you”
When I was in line a guy from the security gave me one of the marker pens Koogi used for the autographsThere were *a lot* of male fans!  KS is not only for cishet women
I am so happy I had this chance to meet her, I can’t wait for season 3 now

Personal Heater

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 425

A/N: @deanssweetheart23 won My Best Feedback Award for October 2017 and she requested: Hi Kari! For the gift I won on my reblog, could I please get a drabble/aesthetic of Dean keeping the reader warm on a cold autumn/winter night? I’ve been freezing to death lately and I’d love to have Dean as my personal heater lol. Thank you and have a great day 😘

I hope you like it hun!

Thanks to the sweet, amazing Jen aka @winchesterprincessbride for betaing this one for me.

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“Deeeeeeaan,” you whined, when he tried to get out from under you and off the couch. Your efforts did very little to keep the big, strong hunter in place but you’d be damned if you let him move away from you without a fight.

Dean just chuckled, tickling your sides when you kept clinging to him. You squealed and squirmed as you tried to decide if staying close to him was worth the torture. Finally you relented and Dean scurried to his feet.

“You’re mean and I am soooo cold. Come cuddle with me?” you pouted, sending him a mix between a I-will-kill-you-in-your-sleep-if-you-don’t-get-back-here look and a omg-you-can’t-leave-someone-as-cute-as-me-alone look, neither of which had much effect on your stupid, boyfriend who just chose to laugh at your pitiful expression.

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Langst Fic Idea Part 2!

Wow the first one went beyond 500 notes?? Like really?? For a fandom that swears their love and appreciation for Lance, we sure love to hurt him a lot.  As a thank you this is part 2 :))) 

 *I’m not really sure how langsty this is but here you go.*

 - The moment they noticed that Lance wasn’t with them, Pidge ran to the nearest control pad. 

 - When Lance flew away that night, Pidge placed tracking devices on each of the fighter jets in the hangar just in case. 

 - They crowd against Pidge, watching her as she tapped the screen multiple times. “I placed a device in all of the jets. I’m sure I can override the system with that so give me a sec…" 

 -“Fuck! Lance rewrote my program?” Because of that she was only able to track the ship and access the camera. And so they watched their battered and bruised friend place the ship in autopilot and try to give first aid to himself. - “Where is he going?” “He’s going back to Haggar.” Shiro said through gritted teeth, “ I heard him strike a deal before I passed out.“ 

 - "He was captured by the Galra and coming back to them? Screw that, i’m bringing him back!” “No Hunk. We just got Shiro back. We can’t lose another Paladin. We know where he is and he’s leading us to the Galra, this is our chance to blindside them for once.” - Hunk and Pidge argued hard with the princess but her logic was one where the universe has a chance in winning against the enemy. 

 - So they followed Lance’s ship and watched the Blue paladin writhe in pain. Hunk and Pidge stayed up every night watching diligently over Lance and often hear him sobbing himself to sleep. They thought it was because of his injuries but they didn’t know the extent of Lance’s pain. 

 - Because Lance was gone for a long time, Blue was left uncleaned ever since the day Shiro went missing. Hunk and Pidge made it their mission to scrub Blue clean for Lance, so they went to the hangar to give Blue a thorough washing. 

 - Once they were done, Blue’s shield went up and effectively trapping them inside. They pounded against the force field, even begged Blue to let them go but it was useless, the shield was not going away. 

 - Hunk called out to Yellow but she just sat there watching them. Pidge did the same with Green but the robo cat bowed its head when Blue let out a mechanical growl. 

 - “Guys, uhm… Blue wants you to come to the hangar asap. As soon as possible please, she’s kinda scary." 

 - When everyone was trapped inside Blue’s force field, Black pounced at Blue but Red immediately tackled Black to the ground, growling at their leader. Black stayed still a while after Green and Yellow pinned it down. 

 - they watched In amazement as the Lions did nothing to save them, even Allura was dumbfounded when she can’t control the lions. - Blue’s mouth opened beckoning them to enter. 

 - Once they were settled in Blue’s cockpit, Pidge’s initial action was to disable Blue’s forcefield. She sat on the pilot’s seat and was shocked with a bolt of electricity. The message was clear, no one sits on the pilot’s seat except her pilot. 

 - ‘All of you hurt my gentle Paladin. He did not deserve the way you treated him but he still loved all of you. You will stay and you will listen to me or suffer my wrath.’ The message was loud and clear… Blue was pissed. 

 - The temperature in the cockpit dropped a few degrees, fogging up their breaths as they breathed in and out the chilly air. 

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There are different kinds of love.
I met a boy and he loved me softly.
Gentle kisses under warm blankets, love making in the afternoons.
Holding hands in the sun, and dinner with his mother.
Shy smiles, and whispered I love you’s.
A love that was comforting, a love that made me warm.
And then I met a boy who loved me fiercely.

70 miles per hour down a curvy back road.
Sneaking in windows and running from my father.
Drunk and fucking in the bathroom stall.
Slapped asses when he held open the door.
A love that drove me mad, a love that made me fly.
And then I met you.
And you kissed me soft on Sunday mornings, after choking me on Saturday night.
It was 70 down a backroad after strapping my seat belt yourself.
It was dinner with your mother and a hand tightly gripping my thigh under the table.
It was screaming your I love you’s as I danced around your room.
It was 3 am talks about our past lives, and singing our hearts out to Maroon 5.
A love that drove me crazy, but a love that felt like home
—  Jordyn Byrd / You loved me the best
Watch Me Babygirl [pt.7]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: none… this chapter is a mess tbh. it’s kind of like a transitional/filler chapter… 

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.4] [pt.5] [previous part] [next part] [pt.9] [pt.10] [pt.11]  [pt.12] [pt.13] [pt.14]


Taehyung had returned to school as he’d promised, yet it felt as if he was still gone. He dodged you in any way he could: jumping into conversation with random people, detouring on his way to class, even slipping into the men’s restroom.

It left you empty. You couldn’t talk to Jungkook during school because of Jimin’s ridiculous rule. You couldn’t talk to Jimin because he was always busy with his baseball friends. He was also your brother and talking to him because you didn’t have anyone else to talk to would be lame. You were determined to not reach that low of a point.

Overall, one question was swirling inside of you, creating a hot, uncomfortable lump in your throat. What could you possibly have done to make your best friend avoid you? 

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Close as Strangers: Chapter 12

Close as Strangers: Chapter 12

Word count: 5.7k

Genre: High School au, angst, smut  

Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven


“Hey, love.” Jungkook said as he stood.

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*Craig and Tweek at 16 years old are playing video games in Craig’s room while asking eachother random questions*

Tweek: “What’s your favorite color?”

Craig: “Red, like Red Racer.”

Tweek: “Red Racer, huh?”

Craig: “Shut up.”

Tweek: “Then why do you always wear blue?”

Craig: “I dunno, it’s easier to wash. Red bleeds too much.”

Tweek:…

Craig: “When did you have your first kiss?”

Tweek: “Oh, uh, ngh, never? Too much pressure! I use to lie and say it was with some chick from Wyoming to keep Cartman from putting me on blast. I, err, didn’t want to end up like Butters.”

Craig: *feels remorseful, remembering his part in the whole Butters situation*

Craig: “So no special ladies?”

Tweek: *looks at Craig with a tired expression* “Nope. Just you.”

Craig: “Oh yeah. We’re still doing that. I don’t think anyone believes it anymore… Yanno, except the idiot adults.”

Tweek: “Yeah… So what about you?”

Craig: “Me?”

Tweek: “Not, ngh, talking to Stripe #6.”

Craig: *flips Tweek off* ‘Some girl from Wyoming.“

Tweek: "Don’t be an ass! Be serious.”

Craig: “When am I not?”

Tweek: *facepalms*

Craig: “What did I say about hitting yourself.”

Tweek: *glares punches Craig in the leg*

Craig: “This is domestic abuse!”

Tweek: *ignores Craig and focuses on the screen*

Craig: “What.”

Tweek: *ignoring*

Craig: “You’re mad.”

Tweek: *sighs twitichily*

Craig: “I wasn’t making fun of you.”

Tweek: “Then what were you doing?”

Craig: “I haven’t kissed anyone either.”

Tweek: “Ngh…what?”

Craig: “We’re in the same boat.”

Tweek: “Oh… why?”

Craig: “Girls have cooties.”

Tweek: *snorts* Cooties aren’t real. But herpies are! And Gingivitis! And mouth cancer! Oh God!“

Craig: "Calm down. You’re not going to get herpies from kissing someone.”

Tweek: “You don’t know that man! Cold sores are a kind of herpies! Everyone gets them! Or what if they give me gingivitis! What if they got it from someone else! Ngh! AND THEN EVERYONE GETS IT! Kissing is a bad idea!”

Craig: “Then kiss a mouth virgin.”

Tweek: “You make it sound dirty.”

Craig: “Hypocrite.”

Tweek: “How do I know if they’re a 'mouth virgin’?”

Craig: “Ask them.”

Tweek: “What if they lie?”

Craig: “Ask someone you know who wouldn’t lie.”

Tweek: “Like Token?”

Craig: “Pretty sure Token has gone further than losing his mouth virginity.”

Tweek: “I, ngh, didn’t say I wanted to kiss him! I was just saying is I trust him to tell me the truth!”

Craig: “I know, but your reaction was hilarious.”

Tweek: “… I don’t really trust anyone.”

Craig: “Well who do you trust?”

Tweek: “Uh, Jimmy, Token, Bebe, Stripe, sometimes Clyde. If I bribe him. And…”

Craig: “And?”

Tweek: “…you?”

Craig: “I would hope so. I am your boyfriend after all.”

Tweek: “…”

Craig: “…”

*Craig has an idea*

Craig: *Gets up and leaves to the bathroom*

Tweek: *Sits silently playing Mario Kart alone, trying to not feel awkward*

*Craig enters a few minutes later and flops down into the beanbag next to Tweek*

Tweek: “…”

Craig: “…”

Craig: “Hey Tweek.”

*Tweek turns to look at Craig, only to be met with a toothpaste flavored kiss. It lasts a few seconds while Tweek is completely shocked, and ends with Tweek pushing him away, freaked out.*

Tweek: “DUDE. WHAT THE FUCK.”

Craig: “Two birds with one stone. That wasn’t so bad.”

Tweek: “BUT YOU AREN’T GAY, AND WE, NGH, AREN’T ACTUALLY DATING, AND I-”

Craig: “Well I don’t have herpies or bad breath. And l, um… I don’t know.

Tweek: "OF COURSE YOU DON’T HAVE HERPIES, YOU’VE NEVER KISSED ANYONE! WHAT DO YOU MEAN, NGH, YOU DON’T KNOW.”

Craig: “I mean I dont know. ”

*Craig looks at the ground blankly as Tweek freaks out. After some time, Tweek calms down seeing Craig in such a state. It might not look like it to someone else, but Craig was freaking out as well. Very Craig-ishly.*

Tweek: “…”

Craig: “…”

Craig: “Are you mad?”

Tweek: “Ngh-No.”

Tweek: *Almost whispers* “I’m sorry!

Craig: "Uh… why are you sorry?”

Tweek: *blushes very hard*

Craig: “I should be sorry for doing that. It shouldn’t have-”

Tweek: “Thank you.”

Craig: “Uh..”

Tweek: “Uh… I didn’t freak out because YOU kissed me, I freaked out because You KISSED me. Does, ngh, that make sense? You don’t have to, um, ngh, say anything. I think we just crossed a line. A-and, um, you scared me. Not… not in a bad way. Ok? Oh God, um, so we don’t have to talk about this, if you’re not, ngh, ready.”

*Tweek wasn’t sure how he wasn’t freaking out, but he knew Craig was having a harder time processing what just happened than he was.*

Craig: “I don’t know yet. There isn’t much to talk about. I kissed you. You freaked out. We are dating but not, maybe.”

Tweek: “Did you just brush your teeth?”

Craig: “…What?”

Tweek: “Uh, when you left.”

Craig: “Yeah.”

Tweek: “You didn’t have to.”

Craig: “Yes I did.”

Tweek: “Did…ngh, my uh…”

Craig: “You tasted like coffee and bananas.”

*The two of them were silent for a moment before laughing like maniacs. Neither of them knew what was going on, but that was ok. And it was no ones business but their own.*

Alec Lightwood Imagine: Lifeline

Requested 

Prompts: 19.-“Stop it! It tickles!”, 
26.- “Come over here and make me.”,
62- "You got a cute butt.”

Summary: Reader finds Alec training in the middle of the night andapologize s for the harsh words from earlier. Then they train together which ends up with Alec getting tickled.

Word Count: 1003


Originally posted by alectightwood

“Dammit Alec, can you just stop ignoring me?” I threw my hands into the air getting impatient by his behavior.

It was 3 AM and instead of sleeping he was in the training room fighting the punching bag. It was a result of us having a fight before.

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Prompt List

So I made this to help some of you out, if you didn’t know what you wanted , so inbox me how ever many prompts you want for an imagine/headcannon & the person of interest and I’ll see what I can do

1. “ Run “

2. “ You really think that? “

3. “ I don’t know what to do”

4. “ Tipsy isn’t the same as drunk “

5. “ You gonna shut up? “

6. “ I can’t keep doing this “

7. “ I’m falling for you “

8. “ This is your fault “

9. “ Kiss me “

10. “ You don’t love me “

11. “ Me? …. Jealous? “

12. “ I need a favour … “

13. “ Make me “

14. “ Scared? “

15. “ God I love you “

16. “ This has to be a joke “

17. “ Before I do this, I need you to know I love you “

18. “ You’re my home now “

19. “ Just when I thought you couldn’t get stupider “

20. “ I messed up “

21. “ I may be an idiot but I’m your idiot “

22. “ Forgiveness isn’t as easy as you think “

23. “ I think I’m in love with you and you don’t get how much that fucking scares me “

24. “ I see the way you look at him when you think I’m not looking .. “

25. “ You may not have been my first but you’re definitely my last and that’s what matters “

26. “ Up for a dare? “

27. “ You’re no fun “

28. “ I don’t believe you “

29. “ You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you “

30. “ Where are you? “

31. “ Shut up and kiss me “

32. “ Teach me? “

33. “ I can’t believe you talked me into this “

34. “ Je t’aime “

35. “ What they say shouldn’t matter, what I feel should “

36. “ You’re so dead .. “

37. “ Delete. That. Now! “

38. “ What have I got to do to earn your trust back? “

39. “ Don’t ever call this number again “

40. “ Funny how you actually believed there was an ‘us’ “

41. “ We need to talk “

42. “ I want this “

43. “ You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad “

44. “ You thought I forgot? “

45. “ May I have this dance? “

46. “ Lets play a game…. “

47. “ Why am I here? “

48. “ Fries before guys “

49. “ I like your hair like that “

50. “ You’re a prick “

51. “ Are you ignoring me? “

52. “ When was the last time you slept? “

53. “ I read the letter … “

54. “ You made dinner? “

55. “ I don’t remember you being this cute “

56. “ Nobody told me Love was this hard “

57. “ Well I got you a key “

58. “ I lied “

59. “ Stop pretending this is right “

60. “ Take what’s yours and leave “

61. “ What’s with the texts? “

62. “ I want you to meet the family “

63. “ You deserve better “

64. “ Time is key “

65. “ I think I forgot how to breathe “

66. “ Choose me … “

67. “ What’re you hiding? “

68. “ Don’t be scared it’s normal “

69. “ Did I stutter? “

70. “ We started a rumour “

71. “ Seriously, good luck marrying me “

72. “ I have a black eye and I need some ice “

73. “ She’s the one? “

74. “ It was never like that “

75. “ Loving you was the biggest regret of my life “

76. “ Why should I apologise for the monster I’ve become when no ones apologised for making me this way? “

77. “ B-but you love me .. “

78. “ You’d rather die than hurt someone you love “

79. “ I’m walking on broken glass here “

80. “ You’re too good at this “

81. “ It’s good for both of us “

82. “ Let’s run away “

83. “ Let me go .. “

84. “ No. Just no! “

85. “ You’re my everything “

86. “ Always and forever “

87. “ Darling I’m everyone’s type “

88. “ He’s a mess without you “

89. “ If this is going to happen then we need to set some ground rules “

90. “ Do you want me to lie? “

91. “ Stop saying you’re sorry “

92. “ It’s always going to be me and you ….. right? “

93. “ I can’t be the only one sick of this “

94. “ Babe, look at this “

95. “ I don’t know what my life would be without you “

96. “ I’m going to fail maths “

97. “ Tea over coffee any day “

98. “ 1 + 1 = 3 without a condom “

Studies and Punching bags

Originally posted by ohstylesno

(GIF is not mine and sorry for grammar mistakes!)


“Harry, stop!” I sighed and desperately tried to shove him away from me. He had his arms wrapped strongly around my body and wouldn’t let go. I was at the verge of losing my mind because he refused to leave me alone. I had this very important exam in a few days that I needed to study for and Harry thought it was a great idea to bother the shit out of me.

“Come on, love, you’ve been studying your brain out since this morning without taking a break at all. Not to mention the last whole week. It’s enough. Relax a bit and let’s spend some time together. I need your love, babe.” Harry whined, clinging stronger onto me. I ran my hands through my hair.

“Enough is never enough Harry. This exam is very important for my future and if I fail it, I don’t know what to do. Please, give me some understanding.” I was very aware that I had neglected him the last couple of days and how much that affected him. I missed spending time with him as well but I couldn’t risk anything that could damage my future.

Even though Harry had told me thousand times that there was no need for me to study or work and that he could afford everything that my heart desired, I still did not accept his offer. There was no intention of mine to use him only for his money. I knew his fandom questioned my intentions at the beginning when we made our relationship public, some of them spreading rumors about me being a gold digger which was definitely not the case. It was hard to make clear that I loved Harry for his amazing personality and not for his status as an international pop star. Even Harry had to interfere, pleading them via social media to leave me alone and confessing he was endlessly happy with me.

“Treat people with kindness…” That’s what he’s always used to say and luckily after a while the fans left me alone. I’ve even read some posts on Instagram, telling how much they loved us being a couple and how much they shipped us. Of course this made me happy. I was glad to be finally accepted.

“Just one hour, (Y/N). Come one, your exam won’t suffer because you wasted one hour for fun. You look so stressed. Let me help you calm down a bit.”

“Harry, I can’t. Please. I love you and I’m sorry but I can’t. Not now.”

He untangled his arms around me and sighed in defeat. It broke my heart to see him this way, however there was no other way. At least now I could need his understanding.

“Fine.” He said, his voice indicating a hint of annoyance. “If there’s anything I can help you with, you can find me in the exercise room.” He went towards his wardrobe and took his sportswear before he left the room and shut the door with a slightly slam.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply so that my lungs could be filled properly with air. The last few days I had the feeling like I couldn’t breathe because I was so under stress and this exam was robbing my last nerve. Also, I was kind of angry with Harry. He could be such a boy sometimes who’s being offended that he didn’t get what he wanted.

I threw my concerns and thoughts aside and gave myself back into my studies. From time to time I called for Harry just to check up on him and making sure he was fine but when I got no responses I knew he still must have been in the exercise room. When he was mad, he spend extra hours in there, working out as long as he needed to calm down. After two more hours and starting headaches, I shoved my notices away and leaned back on my chair. Massaging my temples, I tried to get rid off of the immense pain that had suddenly occurred. And every passing minute they seemed to be getting worse so I decided to get some advil and a glass of water.

As I went down the stairs and passed by the exercise room, I thought about checking up on Harry again.  Loud music sounds came from inside and as I opened the door slightly and peeked through the column, I had a view on what Harry was doing. He wore a concentrated expression on his face and  he was punching on the punching back in front of him like a mad man. It seemed like his thoughts weren’t still away from the conversation that we head earlier.

He wore no t-shirt, just yoga pants and his tanned skin was covered in sweat. His muscles contracted whenever he threw a hit on the heavy bag. I let him do his training and closed the door. When I entered the kitchen, I grabbed the things that I needed and walked back upstairs. Drinking the water, I felt a bit freshened up however my will to go back to my studies was vanished and I really had no desire to learn anything anymore. My brain was killing me terribly and maybe a little break like Harry suggested couldn’t do any harm.

So I slipped into my gym suit that consisted of a grey sports bra, black leggings and sports shoes, I entered the exercise room. Harry sat on the ground, sipping on his water bottle and as his eyes met mine, he raised his eye brow in surprise.

I stood there, sheepishly looking at him. “May I join you?”

“Don’t you have to study?” He asked, wiping his face on the towel which was wrapped around his neck.

“Yeah, but I thought that I could use a break.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“Listen, I now you’re mad but-“

“I’m not mad, (Y/N).” Harry claimed, standing up from the ground, heading back to the punching bag.

“You are…”A lump formed itself in my throat. I tried desperately to hold back the tears that were developing in my eyes. I hated that he was mad just because of me.

“No, (Y/N), I’m not.”

“Then why does it feel like you’re mad at me.”

He stopped his actions and turned to me. “I’m not mad at you, (Y/N), just disappointed.” He slipped his boxing gloves off his hands. “The last few days I felt like I did not exist for you. You locked yourself in the bedroom for hours and never came out to eat dinner or to talk to me. I really understand that your exam is important for you but what about me? Am I not important for you?”

“You are. You’re so important to me.” I croaked.

“I don’t want you to put work over people who do need you, love. When was the last time you’ve talked to your parents? Or to your friends? You’ve studied enough and there is no doubt that you won’t pass this exam. You’re a way to smart. Much smarter than I am. I believe you will do this exam with no problems.” He laid his warm hands on my cheeks and wiped away a few tears.

“Don’t cry, love. It’s okay.”

“I’m so sorry.” I whispered, leaning my cheek against his palm.

“We barely have time for each other, love and you know that. You’re busy, I’m busy but the time that we have off, I want to spend it together. Of course, you can study as much as you want to but make sure to give yourself a break. Don’t overwork yourself.”

“I will try. Are we good now?”

“We’re more than good, love.” He said, leaning forward to capture his lips with mine. We kissed each other passionately and I was more than glad that we had talked things through. I tangled my arms around his neck, my fingers playing with the tiny little curls there.

“Nice gym suit that you wear.” Harry mumbled and buried his face in the crook of my neck. His lips started to work on my sensitive skin, grazing his teeth along my neck and adding a bit pressure on it. I closed my eyes in pleasure, enjoying his sweet assault on me. How much time had passed since we had been this close? Too much.

“I wanted to work out with you.” I moaned, a gasp escaped my mouth as he bit on my skin with the intention of creating love bites.

“What about we work out upstairs, hmm?” He suggested, running his hands along my body.

“I cannot complain about that.”

And with a swift motion, he slung his arms around my legs and picked me up, leading the way up to our room for another “workout” experience.