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the calendar // panic! at the disco

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You know, canon.

Bless these anti-social wilderness babies. Stalking people all day and all night before finally deciding to approach them.

I accidentally turned on a few layers at once and got this adorable huddle. Hahaha. 

  • harry styles: yeah if i had to pick one song that would be the theme song of my life i would pick a song about loving someone but not being able to love them openly and dreaming for a future where we could be open about our relationship because it means everything to us
Well, will you marry me? (C.H)

Calum Hood, 5 Seconds Of Summer

(Calum’s POV)
I hear the door on my old room at my parents’ place squeak, signaling that either my mom or my girlfriend just entered the room. I leave my notepad and pencil on the bedside table next to my bed and sit up, only to find my girlfriend smiling at me. She is already wearing her cotton shorts and one of my tank-tops, her face bare of make-up and her hair twisted in a bun; somehow even when she is that simple, she looks so perfect to me.

I scoop my body to the side and leave her space on my small bed; even though she knew I could afford the best hotel in town, she wanted us to stay with my parents, just so my mum would feel like she has her children back home.
She climbs on the bed and turns to face me. I leave a peck on her forehead and she smiles at me, her eyes shining.
“What where you writing?” She asks me, barely above a whisper.
“Just some thoughts about a song…” I say, bringing her closer to my chest. She leaves a feather kiss under my collarbone, her lips soft and warm as always.
“Is it about me?” She asks, giggling. I chuckle and stroke her back.
“When aren’t my songs about you, babygirl?” I reply and her cheeks become red.

“What a day, huh?” She asks, refering to the family dinner.
“yeah, everyone had something to announce… ” I reply and kiss her nose.
“Everyone but us. ” She laughs and looks at me; her eyes always have love when looking at me, even when we are fighting
“Are you complaining?” I tease her.
“No,not at all.” She replies and kisses my chin. I fondle her ass and she smiles.
“I think that the most shocking one was Mali’s.” She says, yawning. Her eyes flutter shut and open within seconds, her lips are pouty and her face feels warm agaainst my naked skin. She is definitely sleepy, only a matter of minutes probably before she falls asleep in my arms.
“Well, no one expected it. But everyone was so happy to hear about her pregnancy. I am going to be an uncle. Aren’t you excited to become an aunt?” I ask her, even though I already know the answer. She and Mali always had a strong bond, they became good friends ever since they met, so it is more than expected for (Y/N) to be excited about Mali’s pregnancy.
“Well, I am not going to be exactly an aunt.” She says, her voice droozy.
“What do you mean? I am going to be an uncle and you are going to be an aunt.”
“I am just a girlfriend, Calum. If we break up, I am going to nothing to the baby…” She says, her tone serious and a bit sad.

I look at her, my eyebrows knitted as I try to figure out what she is talking about…
“Well, then why don’t you marry me?” I ask her, completely naturally. The thought has been in my mind for a long time and honestly, I think I will never be more ready than now.
“Cal, stop joking…”
“I am not. I want you to marry me. I’ve been thinking about it for quite a while and I’ve never been so sure about wanting to be with someone for the rest of my life. I guess I should had asked you in a more romantic way, but I think that this will do too…” I say, looking into her eyes. They glisten with a few tears and sparkle excitement, making me smile.
“There is no moment more romantic than this…” She whispers and leans in to kiss me.

(The Next Morning)
“Good morning love birds.” My sister cheers as (Y/N) and I appear in the dining room, where my mom has made breakfast for all the guests in the house. Mali’s boyfriend waves at us while putting more food in Mali’s plate, earning a glare from Mali.
“What? You need more food. It’s for the baby..” He supports his action, while smiling.

(Y/N) and I take a seat opposite of them, before she  starts pouring coffee for both of us as I make a plate for her.
“How was your night, loves?” My mom asks. We let Mali begin talking, as she has already opened her mouth.
“It was nice. I just felt a bit nauseous when I woke up but I am getting used to it.” She says, patting her invisible bump.
“How about you?” My mom turns to us.
“Well, it was eventful.” (Y/N) replies before she takes a bite of her toast.
“Eventful?” Mali asks smirking. I roll my eyes at her and let (Y/N) do the talking.
“Yeah. I guess I found out that I’ll become an aunt and that I am getting married, all in one night.” She says and smiles at everyone, making me beam with happiness. My mom looks at us with an open mouth before she jumps up to hug us both. My dad raises his mug at me before he pat me on the shoulder and give my wife a hug.
“That’s so exciting… Oh my God.” Mali cheers at both of us and hugs (Y/N).
“Calum finally realized that this one is a keeper, huh?” Mali mocks me before she hugs me tightly to congratulate me.
“Where is the ring?” She asks, turning to (Y/N).  (Y/N) turns to me, her face showing that she has the same question too.
“We’ll pick it together babygirl, don’t worry.” I say, kissing her neck and hugging her from behind.

daddys girl pt.3

Part 3, let me know what you think and if you want next chapter.

Thank you to @wrestlewriting

Tama Tonga Story. 








What I was supposed to say? I loved him but I didn’t want to be like every other idiot girl that fell for same bullshit of ‘I’m sorry please take me back and give me another chance’. He kept looking at me clearly waiting for my answer. From the beginning of our relationship I told him he could fuck up once and if there ever was a second time I would be gone for good.The same went for me; I could fuck up one time too. But before I reminded him about this I needed to know one thing.

“Did you ever cheat on me, and by cheating I mean having sex with any other woman than me?” I asked as calmly as I could.

“No never I swear on everything I love,” he answered quicker than I expected. “I swear on my father’s wrestling career.” He never played around about his father.I mean, his father was a wrestling legend so that made me believe him even more.

“I’m going to give you another chance Tama, I mean I owe you that.” He looked at me confused “That was your one and only ‘I fucked up’ pass that I told you at the very beginning of this.” I pointed between me and him. He smiled at me and grabbed my face with his hands clearly wanting to kiss me but I pulled away.

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MORE BREAKFAST CLUB AU STUFF ‘CAUSE YOU ASKED FOR IT

Since I chose Kylo and Hux to be the criminal and the princess, I figured Phasma would totally be the athlete (who is the captain of the football team in this AU), and Thanisson and Mitaka would be the brain and the basket case.

I was mostly going by my headcanons and general perceptions of Thanisson and Mitaka for the last two but just consider them being Brian and Allison for a moment

I’m still here! I’ve just gotten done with the worst stomach bug EVER, to the point where this breakfast is my first real meal in about a week 😩 on the mend though, and hopefully posting more food soon!

Bacon. Eggs. Hot sauce. Cheese. Ooooo yaaa.

Courage the Cowardly Dog Starters
  • But creepy stuff happens in ___
  • Stupid dog!
  • You made me look bad!
  • I'll save you!
  • The things I do for love.
  • I know I'm not gonna like this.
  • I just know something bad is going to happen.
  • What do I do? What do I do!?!
  • Where's my dinner!?!
  • So good to see ya.
  • Would you like a cup of tea?
  • I'm ugly! UGLY! UGLY!
  • There's nothing I can do, nothing at all.
  • You twit.
  • You look good enough to me.
  • Something smells fishy.
  • Return the slab, or suffer my curse
  • What's your offer?
  • This night, you will be visited by three plagues, each worse than the last
  • Well judging by the markings and the obvious age of the relic, I'd have to say it would be...GARBAGE!!
  • That freak's not setting one freaky foot in this house!
  • Hello new friend my name is ___
  • The words you hear are in my head.
  • I say, I said my name is ___ and I've been very... NAUGHTY.
  • Where's my chair?
  • Hey! That's my washing machine!
  • I don't know why I'm doing this. But I like it.
  • This is all your fault!
  • Let me lay down the ground rules
  • Remember that and we won't have no trouble.
  • You wanna piece of me!?
  • He's stupid, right?
  • I don't know why I thought that would work.
  • That is the worst case of ___ I have ever seen.
  • I hope that's the sound of dinner getting made in there.
  • Sad, isn't it?
  • A little sport before dying?
  • I wish you hadn't done that.
  • You're gonna make hamburgers?
  • Where's my burger?
  • Where's my breakfast?
  • I'm starving to death!
  • Who the heck are you?
  • Help!Help!help!
  • It appears that I am being kidnapped!

mother-------fucker  asked:

serious question-have you seen the documentary Girl Model (about young girls being scouted from siberia and then left in debt) and if you have, what are your thoughts on it? it concerns a darker side of the modeling industry that is rarely talked about.

I’ve read or heard of various rumors that the film was fake or severely dramatized, particularly the scene with the scout and her dolls, and that the girls were aware of the intent of the film and told to play into it. Regardless, the film cast a light on an extremely shady part of the business. I have had two contracted trips to Tokyo and been open about how horrible they were, on opposite extremes. I think the market in Tokyo can be great if the girls who are sent there are properly prepared to face it’s challenges such as 3 AM-11 PM work days, explained how contracts actually work, have strong mother agencies who support them, have open communication with their agencies, are able to contact their families or support systems regularly for emotional vitality, have a crash course in the culture, geography and customs of Tokyo, and are generally treated as humans. Regardless of the city, models go into thousands of dollars of debt that they have to crawl out of all the time. After a year and a half of work as an editorial/high fashion model working around the world with “blue chip” clientele and photographers, I was in debt $20k. I was unstable, only ever ate the oatmeal or apple sauce packs I packed in my luggage, consistently passed out in cabs or on the metro while alone, and was afraid to explore my surroundings. The modeling industry is not a glamorous launchpad into a cinematic life of luxury, it is a business that is oftentimes unsafe that has chosen to “look the other way” since it’s inception.