who am i kidding never mind this interview just all the time

anonymous asked:

Hey! Can I ask where this " Jeremy Shada said we don't need to worry about lgbt representation, we will be happy" comes from? Is there like a video or a tweet that proves that? Bc I never saw evidence and honestly I am concerned that this is just sb messing with our hopes. Also, isn't it possible that the lgbt representation has nothing to do with lance? Maybe it is sb else. Idk. I hate getting my hopes up ._.

it’s from this post! i doubt the OP is messing with us lol also it’s 100% something to do with lance, my good dude……… BECAUSE……

this is official art by lauren montgomery. i have said this before and i’ll say it again, but pidge’s sign has to do with her arc, her gender reveal. keith’s sign has to do with his arc, his galra heritage reveal. this was posted before s2 aired and it clearly foreshadows galra keith. not coincidences. lance’s sign definitely has to do with him and his arc, his sexuality reveal. lauren would not make keith’s sign and pidge’s sign related to them and then make lance’s sign have nothing to do with him. this stuff is all planned from the start. 

she’s also the one who said this…

[on expressions] “if we know that a character is feeling something about that- that moment- especially if we know there’s something coming up down the line that maybe hasn’t been revealed, but it would make that character feel a certain way- we try to insert in there a nod to it.”

which is important to remember while watching the show but also when looking at this art because a lot can be taken from their expressions. keith, pidge and lance look much more unsure and nervous and they’re holding their signs with both of their hands, indicating that HEY this is my sign, it has something to do with me and i’m anxious about it. hunk, allura and shiro appear to be showing support, shiro and hunk also, especially, look very confident. allura has both of her hands on the sign but her arm is around pidge, like a hug. allura’s the one who tried to coax pidge into telling her gender. shiro easily could’ve been put with pidge since he was very supportive of her… but allura has her own connection to the gender sign (and shiro’s put with lance for a reason). she’s a princess but she is not your “typical princess.” here’s a comment someone left on my klance masterpost about this and i completely agree…

I think Allura has one more reason for holding a gender sign with Pidge, and that is because she challenges the gender stereotypes. She’s not your typical little princess who needs to be protected by all means. She’s a tough young woman that can (and will) kick your ass, and I think that alone is a very powerful message to all the girls that watch this show. It’s a reminder that, no matter what society might claim, they are strong, and they can accomplish anything if they put their mind to it.

hunk has his hand on keith’s shoulder, showing support. he stood by keith after he found out he’s part galra. he was cracking jokes about it and he was there for him. think “belly of the weblum” and all their moments together. also, in “stayin’ alive” when allura thanks hunk for getting the scaultrite, he says, “no problem. you know, keith was there too.” hunk is samoan, so he also has his own connection to the race sign. 

then, we have shiro holding the LGBT sign with lance, one hand on his shoulder in support. the LGBT rep definitely has to do with lance, you shouldn’t worry. there’s so much backing it up. i think shiro will play some sort of supportive role when it comes to lance’s sexuality and since hunk and allura are connected to the signs they’re holding, shiro may end up being LGBT, too. 

also, the sign art connects with the paladins of old, as well… which was pointed out to me by @farmlandtensions

zarkon, a galra, was the original black paladin.
keith, a part galra boy, is the current black paladin.
THE RACE SIGN. 

trigel, the only female paladin on her team, was the original green paladin.
pidge, the only female paladin on her team (before allura became a paladin, obviously) is the current green paladin.
THE GENDER SIGN. 

blaytz, who was shown flirting with a male galra, was the original blue paladin.
lance, a boy who is totally not straight, we grew to know as the blue paladin.
THE LGBT SIGN. 

they make parallels and show similarities between blaytz and lance to show that, yes, they’re comparing them… rather than comparing blaytz and allura.

FOR THE 100TH TIME, this stuff isn’t a coincidence. 

the bi flag colors and the gay flag colors have been used in the show on two separate occasions now. first, in s1, ep6… an episode with some great klance moments. next, in s3, ep3… another episode with some great klance moments. studio mir is animating VLD and they also animated TLOK. the bi flag colors were in the background of the finale of korra.

i’ve always theorized that since pidge’s gender arc was in s1 and keith’s race arc was in s2, that lance’s sexuality arc would be in s3. other people think this, too. seeing as how s4 is basically just part 2 of s3, taking the BIG amount of development between keith and lance in s3 into consideration and the fact that lance did not flirt with allura for the entirety of s3, or anyone, actually. i think this will, hopefully, come to fruition in s4 and they will touch on lance’s sexuality. 

also, in interviews, they don’t always simply say lance flirts with girls. jeremy shada, especially, does this. in lance’s birthday livestream, he says… 

[about lance] “a super like, flirty person that’s hitting on every *hesitates* person that has two legs.”

i’m not kidding btw, he literally hesitates a little before saying person. i don’t have the link to the vid but you can find it easily by googling lance’s birthday livestream. in the famous “lance falling in love” quote, he does this, too… 

jeremy would def know by now that lance isn’t straight and it’s really obvious that he’s sitting on that information. he’s done this at least one other time that i know of, as well. if lance was straight, if he only liked girls… this stuff? it would not happen. they would always just say girl/girls.

Full Esquire Interview - CHRIS EVANS IS READY TO FIGHT

“HIS SUCCESS AS CAPTAIN AMERICA HAS MADE CHRIS EVANS ONE OF HOLLYWOOD’S SURE THINGS, WHICH MEANS HE CAN DO WHATEVER HE WANTS WITH HIS FREE TIME. SO WHY JUMP OUT OF AIRPLANES AND GET INTO IT WITH DAVID DUKE?

BY MAXIMILLIAN POTTERMAR 15, 2017


The Canadian commandos are the first to jump. Our plane reaches an altitude of about eight thousand feet; the back door opens. Although it’s a warm winter day below in rural southern California, up here, not so much. In whooshes freezing air and the cold reality that this is actually happening. Out drop the eight commandos, all in black-and-red camouflage, one after the other. For them it’s a training exercise, and Jesus, these crazy bastards are stoked. The last Canuck to exit into the nothingness is a freakishly tall stud with a crew cut and a handlebar mustache; just before he leaps, he flashes a smile our way. Yeah, yeah, we get it: You’re a badass.

Moments later, the plane’s at ten thousand feet, and the next to go are a Middle Eastern couple in their late thirties. These two can’t wait. They are ecstatic. Skydiving is clearly a thing for them. Why? I can’t help thinking. Is it like foreplay? Do they rush off to the car after landing and get it on in the parking lot? They give us the thumbs-up and they’re gone.

Just like that, we’re at 12,500 feet and it’s our turn. Me and Chris Evans, recognized throughout the universe as the star of the Marvel-comic-book-inspired Captain America and Avengers movies. The five films in the series, which began in 2011 with Captain America: The First Avenger, have grossed more than $4 billion.

The two of us, plus four crew members, are the only ones left in the back of the plane. Over the loud drone of the twin propellers, one of the crew members shouts, "Okay, who’s going first?”

Evans and I are seated on benches opposite each other. Neither of us answers. I look at him; he looks at me. I feel like I’ve swallowed a live rat. Evans is over there, all Captain America cool, smiling away.

While we were waiting to board the plane, Evans told me that as he lay in bed the night before, “I started exploring the sensation of ‘What if the chute doesn’t open?’. . .”

Oh, did you now?

“. . .Those last minutes where you know.” As in you know you’re going to fatally splat. “You’re not gonna pass out; you’re gonna be wide awake. So what? Do I close my eyes? Hopefully, it would be quick. Lights out. I fucking hope it would be quick. And then I was like, if you’re gonna do it, let’s just pretend there is no way this is going to go wrong. Just really embrace it and jump out of that plane with gusto.” Evans also shared that he’d looked up the rate of skydiving fatalities. “It’s, like, 0.006 fatalities per one thousand jumps. So I figure our odds are pretty good.”

Again the crew member shouts, “Who’s going first?”

Again I look at Evans; again he looks at me. The rat is running circles in my belly.

I look at Evans; he looks at me.

Another crew member asks, “So whose idea was this, anyway?”


That’s an excellent question.

I ask Evans the same thing when we first meet, the evening before our jump, at his house. He lives atop the Hollywood Hills, in a modern-contemporary ranch in the center of a Japanese-style garden. The place has the vibe of an L.A. meditation retreat—there’s even a little Buddha statue on the front step.

The dude who opens the front door is in jeans, a T-shirt, and Nikes; he has on a black ball cap with the NASA logo, and his beard is substantial enough that for a second it’s hard to be sure this is the same guy who plays the baby-faced superhero. Our handshake in the doorway is interrupted when his dog rockets toward my crotch. Evans is sorry about that.

We do the small-talk thing. Evans is from a suburb of Boston, one of four kids raised by Dad, a dentist, and Mom, who ran a community theater. The point is, he’s a Patriots fan, and with Super Bowl LI, between the Pats and the Falcons, just a few days away at the time, it’s about the only thing on his mind. You bet your Sam Adams–guzzling ass he’s going to the game in Houston. “Oh my God,” he says, doing a little dance. “I can’t believe it’s this weekend.”

Like any self-respecting Pats fan, Evans is super-wicked pissed at NFL commissioner Roger Goodell.

Evans won’t be rolling to SB LI with a posse of Beantown-to-Hollywood A-listers like Mark Wahlberg, Matt Damon, and Ben Affleck. For the record, he’s never met Damon, and his only interaction with Wahlberg was a couple years ago at a Patriots event. Evans has, however, humiliated himself in front of Affleck.

Around 2006, Evans met with Affleck to talk about Gone Baby Gone, which Affleck was directing. Evans was walking down a hallway, looking for the room where they were supposed to meet. Walking by an open office, he heard Affleck, in that thick Boston accent of his, shout, “There he is!” (Evans does a perfect Affleck impersonation.)

By then, Evans had hit the big time for his turn as the Human Torch, Johnny Storm, in 2005’s Fantastic Four, but he still got starstruck. As he tells it, “First thing I say to him: 'Am I going to be okay where I parked?’ He was like, 'Where did you park?’ I said, 'At a meter.’ And he was like, 'Did you put money in the meter?’ And I said, 'Yep.’ And he says, 'Well, I think you’ll be okay.’ I was like, this is off to a great fucking start.” Stating the obvious here: Evans did not get the part.

No, Evans will be heading to the Super Bowl with his brother and three of his closest buddies. Like any self-respecting Pats fan, Evans is super-wicked pissed at NFL commissioner Roger Goodell for imposing that suspension on Tom Brady for Deflategate. Grabbing two beers from a fridge that’s otherwise basically empty, Evans says, “I just want to see Goodell hand the trophy to Brady. Goodell. Piece of shit.”

In Evans’s living room, there’s not a single hint of his Captain Americaness. Earth tones, tables that appear to be made of reclaimed wood. Open. Uncluttered. Glass doors open onto a backyard with a stunning view of the Hills. Evans stretches out on one of two couches. I take the other and ask, “Just whose idea was it to jump?” Since we both know whose idea it wasn’t, we both know that what I’m really asking is Why? Why, dude, do you want to jump (with me) from a goddamn airplane? “Yeah,” he says, popping open his beer, “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Settling in on the couch, he groans. Evans explains that he’s hurting all over because he just started his workout routine the day before to get in shape for the next two Captain America films. The movies will be shot back to back beginning in April. After that, no more red- white-and-blue costume for the thirty-five-year-old. He will have fulfilled his contract.

“Yeah,” he says, popping open his beer, “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Back in 2010, Marvel presented Evans with a nine-picture deal. He insisted he’d sign on for no more than six. Some family members thought he was nuts to dial back such a secure and lucrative gig. Evans saw it differently.

It takes five months to shoot a Marvel movie, and when you tack on the promotional obligations for each one, well, shit, man. Evans knew that for as long as he was bound to Captain America, he would have little time to take on other projects. He wanted to direct, he wanted to play other characters—roles that were more human—like the lead in Gifted, which will hit theaters this month. The script had brought him to tears. Evans managed to squeeze the movie in between Captain America and Avengers films.

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In Gifted, Evans stars as Frank Adler. You don’t get much more human than Adler, a grease-under-his-nails boat-engine mechanic living the bachelor life in Florida. After a series of tragic circumstances, Adler becomes a surrogate father to his niece, Mary, a first-grader with the IQ of Einstein. He recognizes that Mary is a little genius, and he does his best to prevent anyone else from noticing. Given the aforementioned circumstances, Adler has witnessed what can happen when a kid with a brilliant mind is pushed too hard too quickly. Then along comes Mary’s teacher. She discovers the child’s gift, and a Kramer vs. Kramer–esque drama ensues.

During a moment in the film when things aren’t going Adler’s way, he sarcastically refers to himself as a “fucking hero.” Evans says the line didn’t lead him to make comparisons between superhero Steve Rogers (aka Captain America) and Everyman hero Frank Adler. But now that you mention it . . . 

“With Steve Rogers,” Evans says, “even though you’re on a giant movie with a huge budget and strange costumes, you’re still on a hunt for the truth of the character.” That said, “with Adler, it’s nice to play someone relatable. I think Julianne Moore said, 'The audience doesn’t come to see you; they come to see themselves.’ Adler is someone you can hold up as a mirror for someone in the audience. They’ll be able to far more easily identify with Frank Adler than Steve Rogers.”

Dodger. That’s the name of Evans’s dog, the one who headbutted my nuts and has since done a marvelous job of making amends by nuzzling against me on the couch. Evans got him while he was filming Gifted; one of the last scenes was shot in an animal shelter in Georgia. Evans had wanted a dog ever since his last pooch died in 2012. Then he found himself walking the aisles of this pound, and there was this mixed-breed boxer, wagging his tail and looking like he belonged with Evans.

Dodger is not exactly a name you’d think a die-hard Boston sports fan would pick. His boys from back home have given him a ton of shit over it. But he has not abandoned his Red Sox for the L.A. team. As a kid, he loved the Disney animated movie Oliver & Company, and his favorite character was Dodger. Anticipating the grief he was going to get from his pals, Evans considered other names. “You could name your dog Doorknob,” he says, “and in a month he’s fucking Doorknob.” Evans’s mom convinced him to go with his gut.

Right around when Evans was wrapping Gifted and heading back to L.A. with Dodger, the 2016 presidential campaign was still in that phase when no one, including the actor—a Hillary Clinton supporter—thought Trump had a shot. He still can’t believe Trump won.

“I feel rage,” he says. “I feel fury. It’s unbelievable. People were just so desperate to hear someone say that someone is to blame. They were just so happy to hear that someone was angry. Hear someone say that Washington sucks. They just want something new without actually understanding. I mean, guys like Steve Bannon—Steve Bannon!—this man has no place in politics.”

Evans has made, and continues to make, his political views known on Twitter. He tweeted that Trump ought to “stop energizing lies,” and he recently ended up in a heated Twitter debate with former KKK leader David Duke over Trump’s pick of Jeff Sessions for attorney general. Duke baselessly accused Evans of being anti-Semitic; Evans encouraged Duke to try love: “It’s stronger than hate. It unites us. I promise it’s in you under the anger and fear.” Making political statements and engaging in such public exchanges is a rather risky thing for the star of Captain America to do. Yes, advisors have said as much to him. “Look, I’m in a business where you’ve got to sell tickets,” he says. “But, my God, I would not be able to look at myself in the mirror if I felt strongly about something and didn’t speak up. I think it’s about how you speak up. We’re allowed to disagree. If I state my case and people don’t want to go see my movies as a result, I’m okay with that.”

Trump. Bannon. Politics. Now Evans is animated. He gets off the couch, walks out onto his porch, and lights a cigarette. “Some people say, 'Don’t you see what’s happening? It’s time to yell,' ” Evans says. “Yeah, I see it, and it’s time for calm. Because not everyone who voted for Trump is going to be some horrible bigot. There are a lot of people in that middle; those are the people you can’t lose your credibility with. If you’re trying to change minds, by spewing too much rhetoric you can easily become white noise.”


Evans has a pretty remarkable “How I got to Hollywood” story.

During his junior year of high school, he knew he wanted to act. He was doing it a lot. In school. At his mom’s theater. He loved it. “When you’re doing a play at thirteen years old and have opening night? None of my friends had opening nights. 'I can’t have a sleepover, guys; I have an opening night tonight.' ”

That same year, he did a two-man play. For all of the twenty-plus plays Evans had done up to that point, preparation meant going home, memorizing lines, and doing a few run-throughs with the cast. However, for this play, Fallen Star, he and his costar would rehearse by running dialogue with each other. Hour upon hour, night after night.

Fallen Star is about two friends, one of whom has just died. As the play opens, one of the characters comes home after the funeral to find his dead friend’s ghost. Evans was the ghost. Waiting backstage on opening night, he knew he didn’t have every line memorized, but he had the essence and emotion of the play down. Onstage, he remembers, “I was saying the lines not because they were memorized but because the play was in me. I was believing what I was saying.”

He was hooked. He wanted to do more of this kind of acting—real acting. He wanted to do films, in which the camera was right on him and he could just be the character, rather than theater, in which an actor must perform to the back of the room.

A family friend who was a television actor advised Evans that if he wanted to go to Hollywood, he needed an agent. Toward the end of his junior year, he had a ballsy request for his parents: If he found an internship with a casting agent in New York City, would they allow him to live there and cover the rent? They agreed. Evans landed a gig with Bonnie Finnegan, who was then working on the television show Spin City.

“I just fucked off. I lost my virginity that year. 1999 was one of the best years of my life.” Until it wasn’t.

Evans chose to intern with a casting agent because he figured he had more of a chance to interact with other agents trying to get auditions for their clients.

The kid was sixteen years old.

Finnegan put Evans on the phone; his responsibilities included setting up appointments for auditions. By the end of the summer, he picked the three agents he had the best rapport with and asked each of them to give him a five-minute audition. All three said yes. After seeing his audition, all three were interested.

Evans went with the one Finnegan recommended, Bret Adams, who told Evans to return to New York for auditions in January, television pilot season. Back home, Evans doubled up on a few classes the first semester of his senior year, graduated early, and went back to New York in January. He got the same shithole apartment in Brooklyn and the same internship with Finnegan. He landed a part on the pilot Opposite Sex. Even better, the show got picked up and would start shooting in L.A. that fall.

“I know I’m going to L.A. in August,” Evans says, recalling that period. “So I go home and that spring I would wake up around noon, saunter into high school just to see my buddies, and we’d go get high in the parking lot. I just fucked off. I lost my virginity that year. 1999 was one of the best years of my life.” Until it wasn’t.

He wasn’t in L.A. for even a month when he got a call from home. His parents were divorcing. Evans never saw it coming.

Family and love and the struggles therein are part of what attracted Evans to Gifted.

“In my own life, I have a deep connection with my family and the value of those bonds,” he says. “I’ve always loved stories about people who put their families before themselves. It’s such a noble endeavor. You can’t choose your family, as opposed to friends. Especially in L.A. You really get to see how friendships are put to the test; it stirs everyone’s egos. But if something goes south with a friend, you have the option to say we’re not friends anymore. Your family—that’s your family. Trying to make that system work and trying to make it not just functional but actually enjoyable is a really challenging endeavor, and that’s certainly how it is with my family.”


the plane, a decision is made.

“I want to see you jump first,” Evans shouts my way.

Of course he does.

Like any respectable and legal skydiving center, Skydive Perris, which is providing us with this “experience,” doesn’t just strap a chute on your back. First, you go to a room for a period of instruction. Then you go to another room, where you sign away your rights.

You may be wondering how the star of a billion-dollar franchise with two pictures to shoot gets clearance to jump from an airplane—never mind the low rate of fatalities, as Evans has presented it. So am I.

“Well, they give you all these crazy insurance policies, but even if I die, what are they going to do? Sue my family? They’d probably cast some new guy at a cheaper price and save some money.”

Thinking the answer is almost certainly going to be no, I ask Evans if he’s ever gone skydiving before. Turns out he has, with an ex-girlfriend. Turns out that ex-girlfriend is now married to Justin Timberlake. Evans and Jessica Biel dated off and on from 2001 to 2006. They took the leap together when Biel hatched the idea for one Valentine’s Day. According to media accounts, Evans was recently dating his Gifted costar Jenny Slate, who plays the teacher. “Yeah,” he says, “but I’m steering clear of those questions.” You can almost feel his heart pinch.

“There’s a certain shared life experience that is tough for someone else who’s not in this industry to kind of wrap their head around.”

We end up broadly discussing the unique challenges an international star like Evans faces when it comes to dating, specifically the trust factor. Evans supposes that’s why so many actors date other actors: “There’s a certain shared life experience that is tough for someone else who’s not in this industry to kind of wrap their head around,” he says. “Letting someone go to work with someone for three months and they won’t see them. It really, it certainly puts the relationship to the test.”

In Gifted, there’s a moment when Slate’s character asks Adler what his greatest fear is. Frank Adler’s greatest fear is that he’ll ruin his niece’s life. Evans’s greatest fear is having regrets.

“Like always kind of wanting to be there as opposed to here. I think I’m worried all of a sudden I’ll get old and have regrets, realize that I’ve not cultivated enough of an appreciation for the now and surrendering to the present moment.”

Evans’s musings have something to do with the fact that he has been reading The Surrender Experiment. “It’s about the basic notion that we are only in a good mood when things are going our way,” he says. “The truth is, life is going to unfold as it’s going to unfold regardless of your input. If you are an active participant in that awareness, life kind of washes over you, good or bad. You kind of become Teflon a little bit to the struggles that we self-inflict.”

He continues: “Our conscious minds are very spread out. We worry about the past. We worry about the future. We label. And all of that stuff just makes us very separate. What I’m trying to do is just quiet it down. Put that brain down from time to time and hope those periods of quiet and stillness get longer. When you do that, what rises from the mist is a kind of surrendering. You’re more connected as opposed to being separate. A lot of the questions about destiny or fate or purpose or any of that stuff—it’s not like you get answers. You just realize you didn’t need the questions.”

This here—this stuff about surrendering, letting life unfold, taking the leap—this is why he wanted to go skydiving. It’s why that sixteen-year-old took the leap and did the summer in New York; it’s why he took the leap and turned down the nine-picture deal; it’s why he got Dodger. Surrender. Take the leap.

And so I go first.

Oh, one important detail: Novice jumpers like Evans and me, we don’t jump solo. Thank God. Each of us is doing a tandem jump. Each of us is strapped with our back to a professional jumper’s front. I’m strapped to a forty-four-year-old dude named Paul. Considering what’s about to happen, I figure I should know a little something about Paul. He tells me he used to own a bar in Chicago. Evans is strapped to a young woman named Sam, who looks to be twenty-something. She’s got a purplish-pink streak in her black hair and says things like “badass.” In fact, Sam introduced herself  by saying, “I’m Sam, but you can call me Badass.”

At the plane’s open door, my mind goes to my wife and two teenage sons, to those I love, and to the texts I just sent in case my chute fails. Then Paul and I—well, really mostly Paul—rock gently back and forth to build momentum to push away from the plane, to push away from all that seems sane.

Three.

Two.

One.

Holy fuck.

HOLY FUCK. This is what I scream as we free-fall from 12,500 feet, at more than a hundred miles an hour, toward the earth. Which I cannot take my eyes off of. I think about nothing. Not living. Not dying. Nothing. I simply feel . . . I have let go.

Suddenly, it all stops. I’m jerked up. Paul has pulled the chute, and it does indeed open. This is fantastic, because it means we have a much better chance of not dying. But it’s also kind of a bummer. I had let go. Of everything. I had chosen to play those odds Evans had talked about. I had embraced jumping and letting life unfold.

Now I had been jerked back. I would land. Back on the earth I had been so high above and from which I had been so far removed. Back in all of it.

Once I’m on the ground, safe and in one piece, a staffer runs over and asks how I feel. I say, “I feel like Captain America.”

The staffer runs over and asks Evans the same question. He says he feels great. Then he’s asked another question: What was your favorite part?

“Jumping out,” he says. “Jumping out is always a real thrill.”


This article appears in the April '17 issue of Esquire.

Words Speak Louder Than Actions

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: sexting, dirty talk, mention of the word “nut”, mentions of ass eating, no actual penetration, metal arm kink, flirting with a woman, masturbation

Word Count: 2234

bang this might be bad idk (p.s the gif has nothing to do w it lmao it probably would’ve gone better w shoot from the hip)

Originally posted by khalblogo

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A Letter from You

AN: @whitechocolateperfection Thanks Emily for requesting and advising as always :) and @teen-mendes you know why 


Originally posted by anthony-samaniego

It’s laying under the flower pot at your front doorstep. There’s a small rock set on the opposite corner, like the pot isn’t heavy enough to keep it down.

Leaning over, you take it from its hiding space, realizing it’s a letter. Your name is written across the white in black ink. The handwriting is familiar. Something you’ve seen in journals and lyrics written quickly on newspaper or paper towels when his phone was too far away. You found parchment in your purse from the small train you took in Amsterdam. The song turned into roses. Who knew one lyrical line would’ve turned into your favorite song.

When the door is unlocked and your bag and keys are on the hook, you take a seat by the window. Your cat is curled up at your feet, stirring in her sleep.

The envelope is sealed, but you don’t go to open it as quickly as you should. The lip feels heavy, straining your shoulders. The breakup is still fresh, too fresh to read his letter. Maybe he wants to get back together.. maybe he’s about to show up with a bouquet of tulips and a single white rose- the only way you’ll accept flowers. Maybe it’s actually from Aaliyah, or an old friend from college. It was your birthday just last month. It could be a forgotten gift and the writer was too embarrassed to give it to you, face to face.

“What am I waiting for?” You ask yourself, knowing the longer you wait the worse the pain in your chest will feel. The words he spoke will never leave. They’re tattooed in your mind..anyone else would’ve found it beautiful, poetic. For you? It was tragic.

‘Y/N,

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Send To All

Originally posted by ohstylesno

Requested by anonymous:

“hey there! I don’t know if you’re still doing 1D requests but I was wondering if I could request a Harry Styles imagine?? idk if you know of it but there’s a comedian called michael mcintyre who has a chat show and he has a segment called ‘send to all’ where he sends a mass text from the guests phone and reads the replies - anyways I was wondering if you could do a request where the reader is a celebrity and secretly dating Harry and their relationship gets exposed or something through this?? xx”

Warnings: None?? tiny bit of language and fluff I suppose

Notes: This gif has no relevance it just fucking kills me omg (also I’m so excited to write for harry eek)


“Good luck love, I know you’ll be amazing as always. Thinking of you and can’t wait to finally hold you in my arms tomorrow. H x” 

You felt your heart constrict and a buzz fill your body, a smile tugging up on your lips as your eyes scanned over the text your boyfriend had just sent you. Your thumbs hovered anxiously over the keyboard as you mulled over what you should reply with. You had just decided on replying with words teasing him about how he signed his texts just like his tweets when you were interrupted. 

“*yn*, we’re ready for you.” 

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Interview With Eric’s Friend

In the 18 years since Columbine, there has been a fair amount of new information about Dylan Klebold released mostly by his family. This gives us more insight into his mindset and what type of person he was. However, hardly anything new has been released by Eric’s family or friends. He remains largely a mystery, as his family and friends have kept silent about him. Now, I realize that the transition from child to teenager changes people drastically, but any insight into the mind of Eric Harris at any point in his life can provide a more complete view of who he was as a person.


 Can you tell me a little about your childhood up to the point you met Eric?
-How old were you when you met Eric Harris?
-Can you recall the first time you met him?

I met Eric when I was about 9 or 10 years old.  The first time I met him was during my first baseball practice.  I’ve already told you the story of that day, so I won’t re-tell it unless you’d like me to.

How close would you say your friendship was with him? Were there any defining moments in your friendship?

I won’t lie and pretend that we were best friends or anything.  He was a grade above me in school, so he had more friends that were in his own grade, so we only would hang out or talk during recess or outside of school hours.  We did stay over at each other’s house once or twice maybe.  In hindsight, the biggest thing that stands out is how he reacted when he accidentally hit me with a baseball at my first practice. It’s quite a thing to think that he was so upset and sorry that he had hurt me at practice, then fast forward to seeing him on the news during high school.

In a few sentences, how would you describe Eric’s personality during the time you knew him? Was he a nice person, or mean?
-Do you recall any of his interests? What sort of things did you two bond over?


He was a really normal kid from what I knew of him growing up.  He wasn’t some obnoxious kid, nor was he overly shy.  He was very vanilla, in a good way. Around that age, most kids liked playing outside since there were always so many kids living on the air base, and video games.

Where did Eric rank on the social totem of the elementary school you two attended? Was he considered popular? Unpopular? Somewhere in between?

My recollection of Eric was as a very middle of the road kid.  I never recalled him getting picked on during recess or by other kids in the neighborhood.  He wasn’t mean to other people, at least as far as I can remember.

Did you ever meet Wayne and Kathy Harris or any other members of Eric’s family? If so, what did you think of the family dynamic/atmosphere of the household?
-What was his relationship with his father like? His mother?
-Have you ever met Kevin Harris? If so, what did you think of him?
-Do you have any memories that stand out of the Harris family?


I couldn’t say what his relationship was like with his parents behind closed doors, but I remember his dad or mom being at little league practices and games, which wasn’t the case for all of the kids growing up.  I don’t recall his dad being “that guy” who would yell at his kid from the stands or anything like that (my dad was “that guy”).
I was never really around Kevin, so nothing stands out about him to me.
Our dads worked together in the military, so they already knew each other before Eric and I ever met.

Did he ever give you any indication that he was violent or unstable? If so, could you elaborate?
-Did he bully anyone in school, or was he bullied?


No, there was nothing I saw that would have ever indicated that he was violent or unstable, which is why it was so shocking to me when I saw him on the news.  I don’t recall him ever bullying someone or being on the receiving end of it.

Do you have any specific memories that stand out of Eric? We’ve heard about the little league story, I’m wondering, are there any other memories that come to mind?

I just remember him being a nice kid, overall. The little league story only stands out now in light of what happened with Columbine.  If not for that, I wouldn’t really have any story that stands out about him.


Did Eric ever speak about wanting to do anything violent, or said anything weird along those lines?

No, he was not an angry kid when I knew him.  I definitely would have remembered him saying something outlandish, even if Columbine hadn’t happened. 

Did you keep in contact with Eric after he moved away?

We ran into each other on occasion at Plattsburgh, since both of our families moved there, but again, he was at a different school and we didn’t see each other much.  No internet back then, so I completely lost track of him after Plattsburgh.

Are there any inaccuracies you have noticed in the media/culture surrounding the persona of Eric Harris?

I’ve only seen the part of Bowling for Columbine that pertains to the kids from Oscoda that were interviewed. I was off at college during that time, so I wasn’t aware of the interviews after the fact.  I wouldn’t have agreed to be on camera talking about it, because that’s just not who I am.  I will say that at least one of the kids interviewed seems a little “iffy” to me.  I know it’s bad to say, but Eric’s father was a high-ranking officer, so I have a difficult time believing that he would have been in the same social circle as some of the kids interviewed.   Not to say that Eric would have thought himself better than them, it’s just that he wouldn’t have been in the same circles by virtue of his circumstance as the child of a military officer.  I can’t say with 100% certainty that the people interviewed in the documentary were lying, but i’m skeptical.

What are your personal thoughts/opinions of Eric Harris and the Columbine massacre? What do you personally believe led to Eric and Dylan killing their schoolmates and then themselves?

Growing up in the air force, you move frequently.  After the base in Wurtsmith, we moved 2 more times.  At Wurtsmith and then Plattsburgh, I was a relatively popular kid and did not have any real social issues with people.  At the very last base we moved to, I was instantly a social pariah and picked on incessantly. It’s a weird thing to go from one end of the social spectrum to the other, just based on the air base you’re at, but it can definitely happen.  The last move completely scarred me socially and I still have issues based on the experience.  I think it’s completely possible that Eric experienced this when he moved to Colorado, possibly even before that, when he moved to Plattsburgh.  I rarely saw him there since we were in different schools.  It would not surprise me if he didn’t start getting bullied until after he moved to a new base.  It can be that simple that someone is a regular kid who gets along with people at one air base and then moves to another where you get bullied constantly and completely change your mentality.

Thank you all so much for your interest in this interview! Hope you enjoyed the read!

Soulmate Wonwoo

Part of the Seventeen Soulmate Series

Everyone has some sense of tangible connection to their soulmate. No matter how far away you are, they become a physical mirror through which your body experiences the world- your life a string tied with their own.

It’s a very abstract thing which even the greatest minds of the modern age find hard to define. All anyone really knows is that bound soulmates have some sort of bodily connection which seems to provide indicators of well-being and health. When one person is hurt or sick, the other feels an echo of the pain. When one person gets close to death, the other loses grip on their senses. If one person dies, well, the other will experience indescribable pain and then never be the same again…

But when soulmates are together, especially in physical contact with one another, the touch somehow provides healing. Not complete, but enough to make a difference.

Scientists link it back to all sorts of things- the evolutionary benefits of having a connection to your perfectly matched life partner and being able to monitor their survival even from a distance, and to help with it when close. The more spiritual among the population would call it a divine providence- something that gives you a soul deep connection to your destined other half. 

And those who are simply romantic minded? Well, they just seek comfort in the fact that they can feel the presence of their soulmate in every breath and beat of the heart. 

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Babygate Masterpost: Important Evidence You May Have Missed...

On April 7, a Buzzfeed UK article was posted of Louis Tomlinson’s child “being a conspiracy theory” and how many fans believe that there isn’t even a baby at all. While the evidence was impressive… I could tell that many people weren’t taking this subject seriously. And most people loved blaming it on “deluded 12-year-old Louis girls who had nothing better to do.” I was insulted because: 1) it’s not just “Louis girls” who believe that babygate is fake and 2) we’re not all crazy 12-year-olds who have nothing better to do. 

After thoroughly reading the Buzzfeed article a few times (which was trending with over half a million readers in less than 24 hours) I found that the writer, Ellie Woodward, was probably low-key mocking Directioners as well. She led with “Fans believe…” or “Many Tumblr users have theorized…” and this is what makes it seem like we’re crazy.

So I’m taking matters into my own hands; I’d like you to read this post. It includes reasonable and more thorough evidence that Miss Woodward didn’t bother to include (and who can blame her? There’s so much!) in her article. No matter who you are, I’d like you to take this seriously… and you should be able to understand why this is serious towards the end.

You’re going to see why people are doubting Freddie Reign Tomlinson (Louis’ supposed “son”) and his existence. Please keep an open mind and just take all this into consideration before you decide to label me cruel things, such as a “psycho boyband-obsessed teenager.” 

I have tried to see both sides of the babygate argument: it’s real vs. it’s fake.

I have yet to find convincing and legit proof that babygate was “not planned” and how it’s “not another major publicity stunt.” I’m a very open-minded person myself, and I don’t often jump to ridiculous conclusions. 

Why would they plan babygate anyway?

  • Damage control
  • It’s all about keeping One Direction relevant… even on their break
  • Punishment for Louis (keep reading)
  • To diminish rumors of Louis being gay/bisexual 
  • Louis was also an easy target; he goes out partying and drinking so him getting a girl pregnant seems plausible 

How Louis reacts when the “baby” is just MENTIONED….

Babygate has been suspicious since it started from Day 1 back in July. But it was relatively quiet until Louis was forced to talk about it in interviews as the months progressed. One interview that stands out was when the boys were in Glasgow, Scotland back in October. Louis and Niall gave a painfully awkward interview that just adds to the massive amount of evidence which points to babygate being planned/fake. 

How is it “painfully awkward”? Well, if you’ve seen the interview and don’t understand (or if you haven’t seen it at all) I’d be happy to sum it up for you:

Louis and Niall laughing along with the reporter…. They’re having fun!

They joke around some more and they still appear to be okay…

The boys continue to share some laughs and give details about their upcoming album, “Made In The AM.”

Niall shares what he’s gonna do on break. Then Louis says he’s gonna enjoy relaxing…. but that’s when the reporter reminds him that he “has a baby on the way.”

Well, shit… That went just went completely downhill. You can tell this bothers Niall, too. If that doesn’t raise a red flag then I don’t know what else will. Louis starts to distance himself and nervously plays with his hands in his lap…

He’s forced to give a “satisfying” answer (most likely from management) so the reporter can move on. The whole setting becomes extremely awkward… The reporter seems to be the only one having fun now.

People have told me: “Well he only made it awkward because he doesn’t wanna give away details about his personal life!” … However, that’s the only “excuse” that the Briana Jungwirth “fans” and baby believers have given me. But when they choose to be ignorant of Niall and Louis’ body language, that’s just plain stupid. Sorry not sorry.

Like I said, this was just one of the first of many pieces of evidence. Anyway,  let’s move on…

How Louis reacts around other kids and babies…

Here we have Louis throughout the years, and recently, with children:

Here we have Louis around his baby siblings, Doris and Ernest, whom he is actually related to… Awww! So sweet! He’s such a good big brother…

I’ve never seen a genuine smile when he’s with Freddie. Hell, he doesn’t look the slightest bit happy with his “own son.”

Don’t believe me? Okay. Here’s how Louis reacts around “Freddie”:

Now with these three images you’re probably thinking two things: “What do you want him to do, smile all the time?” and/or “He’s only frowning because the paparazzi won’t leave him alone!” – Well, that may be so…. but if I was a die-hard fan of kids and I finally had my own baby (whether this baby had been planned or not) I’d be over the moon every time I was around him/her. Plus, in the first photo, it’s clear that he doesn’t even know there’s paparazzi. We have yet to see a genuine smile when he’s with this “baby.”

If the baby turns out to be real: Guys…. the media has told you that this is a grown man who’s “so sure that this kid is his” and who has “finally confirmed” that his baby is real but yet he doesn’t even smile or give a small grin around the infant? Riiiight. That’s very contradicting….

If they’re using a doll: I had to stroll around town with a baby doll in a stroller with people silently judging me I wouldn’t be smiling either. Hell, most of us would refuse to do this… but they’re pressuring Louis. That’s sick and inhumane. 

How Louis’ bandmates react…

Remember the Good Morning America interview about the baby back in August 2015? No? Well, go watch it…. 

These are the boys’ reactions when the interviewer congratulates Louis on “upcoming fatherhood”:

In case you can’t tell, here are their reactions up close…

Harry Styles with his “Do they actually believe that?” face.

Liam Payne looking at Louis like, “Are they serious, bro?”

Niall Horan’s expression reads something like: “You’ve gotta be shittin’ me…”

And none of them bothered to comment or show support for the news during the interview. They’re practically like brothers to Louis and they’d know if something like this was true or not. They’d also likely know if there really was a baby…

Also, let’s not forget Louis’ reaction the whole time:

He looks amused, to be honest. But he manages to keep a straight face. His expression could have several possible explanations… but you can’t rule out the fact that this isn’t exactly a face that reads “thank you very much.” 

Louis is careful with his words in interviews…

While we’re talking about the Good Morning America interview, it’s important to take note that Louis didn’t really “confirm” the news, nor did he deny it. That’s what gets most people; just because he didn’t deny it doesn’t mean it’s still true… 

Louis said: “Yeah…uh…it’s a very exciting time so… I’m buzzin’, thank you.” 

The interviewer then turns to Harry and remarks that he’s been “very quiet.” To which Harry looks like he knows something they don’t:

He pulls that face, the face he does when he’s about to tell or joke or when he’s about to laugh… Harry knows what’s up.

All he says in reply is: “Oh no, no, I’m having a great time!”

This is the look he has after he says that:

Silly, silly Harry. Oh! Look at everyone else, too:

How Louis’ family reacts…

Louis’ mother, Johannah, blocks people on Twitter who love to give updates on “Freddie.” She also blocks people who believe Louis and Briana are a “happy couple” that should be married (although this could just be internet trolls). Overall: instead of blocking people who ship her son in a gay relationship with Harry Styles, she’s blocking people who worship and “support” Briana and Freddie… even ones who aren’t harassing her. Sounds like Johannah is just as much done with this shit as her own son; this is a woman who should love hearing positive things about her own grandson but no, no, no. 

November 28, 2015: Johannah and Louis’ sister, Lottie, had to spend a day with Briana and her mother in Los Angeles. We got one fan photo of Lottie and Briana (who was actually cropped out) getting into a car to supposedly go shopping for baby clothes (it was never confirmed exactly what their plans were but this is what the media believed). That same day, before leaving with her mother and the Jungwirths, Lottie posted a photo on Instagram with the middle finger (”fuck you”) emoji in the caption. In the photo, however, Lottie is holding her fingers up, making the peace sign. The caption makes it seem like she was throwing shade at the Jungwirths; she resents them and hates having to go along with this babygate stunt (being forced to spend time with someone for the sake of publicity for her older brother). She’s a very sweet girl and likes most people connected to her brother, including his friends and bandmates… but Briana? Oh no. Even the look on Lottie’s face says, “I’m so done with this shit…” 

  • We should also point out that Lottie has never defended Briana or Freddie (her own “nephew”) and she’s been relatively quiet for most of babygate so far, avoiding most things that have to do with it. I mean, if I had a niece or nephew I’d be over the moon about it and I’d jump to their defense if people were calling him or her fake.
  • Pictures of Lottie with her siblings, twins Ernest and Doris, who recently turned two years old. They’re still babies and Lottie is so happy and tickled to be around them. Not to mention she loves talking about them, too. But “Freddie”? Nah. (1) (2)


The “Fizzy vs Ashley” Twitter Feud: Louis’ sister Felicite (aka “Fizzy”) is no stranger to slaying someone on social media. In the past she’s defended her brother from hate, particularly due to homophobic comments and slurs aimed in his direction. But in February 2016 she was slaying on Twitter for a different reason… 

It all started when someone tweeted a picture of a baby and claimed that it was Freddie. Fizzy liked it. 

However someone told Fizzy that she’d actually just liked the photo of a random baby and that it wasn’t Freddie. To which she responded with:

This got the attention of Briana Jungwirth’s cousin, Ashley, who thought it would be a good idea to “question” Fizzy: 

That’s a damn lie because….they are….

Well, Fizzy didn’t take to kindly to Ashley’s lie. So what did she say?

The fact that Fizzy also used those specific emojis tells us that she knows something we don’t and that she’s throwing shade towards the Jungwirth family.

And don’t forget that Fizzy’s boyfriend, Rishi, liked this tweet:

Wow….. could this get any shadier? Unfortunately, Fizzy knew that trouble would brew since thousands of people had just seen her call out Louis’ (supposed) baby mama’s family for using fake baby pics. She then deleted her tweets about “Freddie” and her tweet to Ashley. 

Later, she goes on to act like nothing ever happened…

Lucky for us… screenshots exist and we caught the whole thing. 

Fizzy once followed an account that debunked babygate: While Fizzy is being brought up, it’s also important to mention that sometime in mid-January she followed this Instagram account that was dedicated to proving that Freddie Reign Tomlinson didn’t exist and that Briana was never pregnant. 

Need proof that she followed? Okay. Here you go:

And the comments…

I doubt anyone can come up with an explanation as to why Louis’ sister–his own flesh and blood!–would follow such an account; the username just makes it so obvious, and she knew what she was doing. As far as I know, Fizzy only followed this account for a few days. Right around the time “Freddie” was “born,” she unfollowed them and re-followed Briana. That’s totally not suspicious at all *sarcasm*

Let’s talk about Briana’s Snapchat stories, too…

This evidence is one of those “no fucks given” situations. 

We all know about Briana Jungwirth, the “baby mama” and “victim of Larry shippers.” She made a Snapchat account a few weeks ago and one of the first things she did was drag herself into the babygate mess to get attention.

Here’s how it went: First, Briana wanted everyone to know that she was going to Beverly Hills (where Louis was, with his family visiting at the time). She didn’t meet up with Louis at all. Later she and her friend Olivia went driving, blasting music (very loudly, might I add) and at one point Olivia took Briana’s phone to (purposely) show a baby car seat behind Briana (who was the driver). But the car seat was backwards and apparently not even strapped in… and they were still blasting music. Great parenting, Briana *yawns*.

There’s more! And this made me laugh my ass off: Olivia picks up three half-filled baby bottles–all of which were uncapped (that’s very unsanitary)–and says: “Oh my God, Briana! You have so much stuff I can’t even put my Starbucks in here!” And they were laughing and being over-dramatic on purpose. It’s like they’re shoving this in our faces to “prove us wrong.” Yeah, but the whole damn time you didn’t even hear a single baby noise. 

Then they get out of the car and Briana is “struggling” to put together the baby stroller together while Olivia films and laughs, neither of them taking it seriously. Shouldn’t Briana know how to put together a stroller by now? “Freddie” is almost three months old and she’s also had her whole pregnancy to learn something like this. Yeah… really great parenting, Briana *yawns louder*. Oh my God…. did they leave “Freddie” in a hot car? Or did they set him on the ground? Because the poor thing wasn’t anywhere in that video.

To finish it all off, they recorded the baby stroller being pushed for three seconds… still no shot of the baby or any baby noises; Olivia sounded like she was trying not to crack up. 

That same day… “Freddie” was reportedly spending all day with Louis and his friend Oli. So either Briana and Olivia are shading babygate… or they were lying for attention.

One Direction’s management would definitely do something like this, given their reputation…

Modest! Management has a bad reputation with their past and present clients. They signed One Direction back in July 2010 when they were on the X Factor UK. Here’s what you need to know:

X Factor UK 2010 finalist Rebecca Ferguson took them to court in June 2012 after a barrage of mistreatment. She claims they watched her faint during an interview– instead of asking her if she was okay or taking her to receive any medical treatment…. they handed her a can of Coke and told her to finish the interview. She also stated that they were “vile” and would not let her take time off to see her children under any circumstances. Even at one point she was so physically exhausted that she couldn’t walk and they still made her work. 

Screenshots still exist of these tweets because they can no longer be found (since they were deleted). After the court settlement a whole year later, Rebecca stated that she was happier and healthier. In September 2015 it was reported that she was currently with new management and working on her upcoming fourth album.

Evidence has also pointed to Modest! Management controlling their clients’ personal Twitter accounts. Because when Rebecca was taking them to court and tweeted about her children…. “Louis” decided to respond.

He’s very protective of his younger sisters just like Rebecca is protective of her children. So why does Louis seem to defend management’s actions in this tweet? Oh wait. It’s not really him…. Look at the time stamp on the tweets! She didn’t even tag him… That should make you raise an eyebrow. 

That same day, “Louis” defended management once again:

Babygate is punishment for Louis’ past actions…

Louis has had a history of standing up to management. Undoubtedly, this would have consequences for him. Modest! Management has a negative reputation for dragging their artists through hell, as shown above. Let’s not forget this interview that Louis and Zayn did in 2013 (that wasn’t shown on most broadcasts).

“Telling porky pies” is an English term; for example… “Don’t go telling me porky pies!” It means “telling lies.” You can ask most Brits and they might be able to confirm this. So, essentially, we have proof that Zayn and Louis called their management out as liars. Not surprising, however it was a risky move. 

This video is also important to notice. After hinting that their management has been lying to the press “behind their backs”, Louis and Zayn’s body language immediately changes. Zayn even looks off camera (possibly to someone from the management team) and then puts his head down, as if he knows he’s in trouble. Louis does a better job at hiding his regret for saying what he said, though you notice that he “stutters” for a moment. That stutter is probably nothing…but it should be noted.

Louis always warns us with a selfie… It’s a pattern

Every time “Louis” posts something about the baby on Instagram, what’s the previous post? That’s right… a selfie! This may sound ridiculous but it seems that’s the only way he can warn us anymore. Not to mention the last two only have a time gap of one day. 

The post on April 7 is damage control. 

Damage control- action taken to limit the damaging effects of an accident or error

What was the error that day? The trending article from Buzzfeed that called “Freddie” fake. But given that Louis posted a selfie the day before (and I told everyone to watch out), they were probably gonna post a pic of “Freddie” anyway.

Only “Larry shippers” believe babygate is fake… this is NOT TRUE

Larry shippers- people who believe that Louis Tomlinson is in a gay relationship with his bandmate Harry Styles, and he has been ever since One Direction formed in 2010.

Yeah, one thing I continue to see since these “babygate is fake” articles have emerged is that everyone loves blaming this ‘conspiracy theory’ on Larry Stylinson shippers (who are also called “fake fans”) and no one else. I guarantee you 100% that if you were to dig around and ask most Directioners if they shipped “Larry,” they’d say “no” or “just as a friendship.” And I also guarantee you that these same people are also likely to believe that babygate is fake, since “Larry” has nothing to do with it… Here’s a survey:

Trust me…. there are way more comments like these.

Larry Stylinson and babygate are two very different topics.

Louis’ mental, physical and emotional health is suffering…

This one is very debatable; Louis has shown dramatic signs of unhealthy weight loss as well as sleep deprivation and emotional exhaustion. 

I’ve heard it all: “You don’t know what he’s going through, how can you know?” or “Ewww, do you like assuming things?” or “He looks fine! Everyone gets tired when they have a kid!”

But you can tell he’s lost weight… maybe not around the waist, but definitely in the face. Doctors attribute unhealthy weight loss in the face to eating disorders such as anorexia. Eating very little / skipping meals due to stress? That’s always possible! He’s gained the weight back… only to lose it again within the next few weeks.

I understand that in some of these photos it’s probably just a “bad angle,” the lighting, or he’s drunk… But with each photo you know he’s possibly not at his healthiest. I’m no doctor… but I am someone who’s very observant.

Why did he FINALLY do something after all this time?

Louis loves children to death and he is overjoyed to be around them. We’ve established that, yeah? So if he was “so sure” that he was going to be a father ever since the news broke back in July…. if he is “so sure” that Freddie is really his and no one else’s…. why, two days ago, did he finally “shut down rumors” that the “baby” was fake? Let me tell you what’s wrong with this:

  • Several people and fans pointed out that pictures of the baby only appear in black and white, with its eyes closed, and it’s “photoshopped.” Whoever is in charge of this stunt was paying attention, because “Louis” posted a picture of a baby IN COLOR… WITH ITS EYES OPEN…that appears to be REAL. Only one thing: it doesn’t look like the “Freddie” we’ve seen. Fail. A reverse image search found no results, so it wasn’t stolen… but why would they finally use a real baby? We should mention that this is the first photo “Louis” has posted of the baby where “he” isn’t holding it…. That’s weird, if he’s so desperate to prove it’s real (like every online article is saying) then wouldn’t he be in the photo with it, too? And the reason I say “Louis” is because he doesn’t have full control of his Instagram account either. 
  • If they wanted to prove to us that this was genuine and NOT fake, they would’ve had Louis shut down “Freddie is fake” rumors from the beginning when it first started. It’s also trended on Twitter before… and Louis still did nothing. All we got outta that was Briana’s family stealing more baby pics.

“There’s a video of the baby… why are you still in denial?”

First, I’m not in denial. If there turns out to be a baby that’s actually Louis’ then I’ll be happy for him…. But we have all this evidence that says otherwise.

Oh. That video that TMZ posted with the baby crying while Louis was pushing it? 

To management: I’ll give them props for finally using a real baby; at the same time that also makes them sick monsters. That baby still looks nothing like what we’ve been shown recently. The fact that they finally reached this level is actually really disturbing– because they’re running out of ideas and it’s down to the last straw.

Unfortunately, they can’t make Louis act like he’s happy.

“Well then if it’s real then who’s baby is it?” 

Great question. 

Although Buzzfeed already covered this, I do need to point out that SYCO’s Global Head of Media, Ann-Marie Thomson, had twins (a boy and a girl) a few months ago (although it’s not sure officially when). 

The first photo she posted of them was on February 1. They look to be almost three months old in this picture. Three months old? That would put their birth around late November, two months before “Freddie.” In a tweet on December 3, 2015, Ann-Marie asked if there was a spa in LA where she could take her newborn twins to. That would mean they would’ve been a few weeks old, in fact making their birth around late November as I said. Also, in the same tweet, Ann Marie wants to know if the baby spa would be in areas such as Woodland Hills or Calabasas.

Guess who lives in Calabasas? Briana Jungwirth and her family. Wow. I wonder if that’s a “coincidence”? 

We need to compare photos of Ann-Marie’s babies to the ones of “Freddie” we got from TMZ and other media outlets, as well as photos in general from the last few days:

They used the boy for Louis’ photo…

On the left is Ann Marie’s photo (taken on February 8). On the right is what “Louis” posted on Instagram (April 7). 

The ears, nose, and little fingers look exactly the same. The two month difference would explain why the right photo shows the baby with more hair. But the photo that’s on Louis’ Instagram may not have been taken the same day it was posted (and that would mostly likely be the case). You can’t deny that both of the babies pictured above look almost exactly the same. 

Now, for the photos we got yesterday they used the girl…

On the left is from February 13. The right is from two days ago (April 7). Yes the angles are different but the girl is different from her twin because she has chubbier cheeks. 

But now let’s compare the Instagram post to the paparazzi photo…

No way that’s the same baby. 

But with another photo of the girl twin…

Now THAT looks like the same baby (these photos are two months apart).

It would make sense to use twins for this stunt. If one needs to rest or won’t stop crying, etc. they can switch them back and forth, and although these twins look alike they’re not identical, they’re fraternal– you can tell. That’s why there are noticeable differences and it’s easy to distinguish which baby is which. It’s scientifically impossible for there to be a pair of identical twins that are a boy and a girl. 

Oh hey! This must not have been the first time they used the girl twin.

See, I thought that was a doll because the sun was in its eyes and Louis was doing nothing to protect it. But I guess it was a real baby (since I had people messaging me that they met Louis and saw/heard crying from the stroller). A real baby…. but not “Freddie.” These pics were from about two weeks ago.

So now you must be like, “Wait, why would Ann-Marie allow her babies to be used? Isn’t that illegal?”

  1. She didn’t sign a contract, but yet she’s probably getting paid. 
  2. Since she didn’t sign a contract for her babies to be used (which would/should be illegal as hell!) the idea is that maybe Louis and his friends/family will “babysit” her kid(s) while she’s doing her other work or relaxing, while the media and everyone else thinks it’s Freddie. 
  3. She’s BFFs with Simon Cowell…. gee, that should sum things up.

And it seems like they used her for Louis’ younger sister to pose with:

I really do believe that they’re using Ann-Marie’s twins now.

Speaking of the TMZ video…

Wait until they (probably) read this and force Louis to give a shit. He would never ignore a crying baby, and because he did….you know something is up. Hell, the paparazzi were watching him and all he said was: “Have a bit of respect for a baby, pal!” A baby. Not “his” baby. A baby….

Last but not least…. why are his bandmates silent about it?

Niall Horan: He has a three-year-old nephew and loves kids just like the rest of his bandmates. Not even a public congratulations to Louis on “his kid”– and this is surprising because Niall is the most active on Twitter and Instagram, apart from Liam. Everyone else close to Louis did that…. except for Harry….and Liam….. hell, even Zayn Malik is avoiding all this. But remember…. the first time the “baby” was brought up Niall looked like he was about to laugh his ass off. Then the next time it was brought up he looked really uncomfortable.

Zayn Malik: Sure, he’s focusing on his music right now…but if he had the time to congratulate the boys when “Drag Me Down” came out, and also had the time to acknowledge Liam on the band’s five-year anniversary, why hasn’t he said a damn thing about Louis’ “baby”? Despite what tabloids tell you, Zayn was (and probably still is) very close to Louis and he would surely have a comment to make about this……..oops! No.

Harry Styles: This man adores babies the most apart from the others. He even acknowledges pregnant women at concerts…. however, he never acknowledged Briana when she went to at least three shows. Damn. She even had VIP seats with Louis’ family!

Liam Payne: Alright, alright. Calm down. There was a magazine that ran a story on Liam a while back and “he” (because you know how magazines love to twist words or write their own made-up shit) said he couldn’t wait to meet Louis’ kid. But this was before “Freddie” was born… and still we’ve gotten nothing about Liam meeting his best friend’s child. 


So, in conclusion, this is all the evidence I have provided for you on why babygate was planned. This is why I believe there isn’t really a “Freddie Tomlinson.” Now I’ve received a ton of hate and people demanding to know how I can call “an innocent child” fake. At least I don’t just say shit to say it. I support my beliefs with evidence. So you can call me crazy. Call me a bitch. I don’t care. Because unless you can explain everything wrong with babygate (yes, including what Buzzfeed posted) and have solid (really solid) proof that this wasn’t planned….. I may change my mind. Actually, wait, I don’t think I can…. because you can’t explain ALL of this. But thank you for taking the time to read this. I hope it changed your mind or at least made you think.

(And Modest! Management, if you’ve seen this… and you decide to “fix” some more babygate mistakes…. we’ll all notice because I’ve pointed them out. I have the right to freedom of speech. If you take this down it just proves that you’re hiding something and then everyone will know the truth.)

Have a nice day! 

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This is a direct sequel to Zip-Line from June.  It includes a little emotional hurt (because Gabriel is a jerk) but it doesn’t fall into angst.

Now with art by SketchyPam!


Marinette noticed that Adrien seemed a bit out of sorts when he first entered the classroom after lunch.  He was wearing the model smile, which she’d long ago learned meant he was hiding how he really felt.  She wasn’t sure if it was because he didn’t want to be a bother to his friends, or if it was his father’s social conditioning about the Agreste family image.  She suspected it was a little of both.  He was genuinely so resilient, and their deeper friendship was still new enough she’d been hesitant to pursue an answer.

He made a brief detour to Ms. Bustier’s desk, so she took the opportunity to look at Nino.  He was frowning slightly at his best friend’s back, as he bent to speak to the teacher.  Alya leaned forward and tapped Nino’s shoulder, and he briefly met Marinette’s eyes as his gaze turned to his girlfriend.  He shook his head and shrugged, indicating whatever was wrong was new enough he wasn’t in on the details.

Adrien’s, “good afternoon,” was quieter than usual, as he reached his seat and gracefully tossed himself into the chair.

Nino leaned in, one hand on his beast friend shoulder to murmur something.

Adrien let out a sigh and shook his head.  "I’m okay, I promise.“  His reply was barely audible and struck Marinette as an utter lie.

As the afternoon passed, Adrien’s mood didn’t lift.  He appeared to be attentive in class, but Marinette could see that his notes were much sketchier than usual.  She missed his light energy and the quick smile that had earned him the nickname Sunshine Boy.  For their last subject of the day, they were given the class period to continue researching independent projects that were due early the following week.  Adrien had gone to the library with a pathetic wave to his friends as he left.

"He didn’t want me to come with,” Nino muttered to Alya.  "Do you think I should go anyway?“  His expression was tight and concerned.

"Could you tell if he was just being polite, or did he really need space?” Alya asked, leaning forward on her desk.

Nino let out a helpless shrug.  "He’s so hard to read when he gets like this.“

Chloe suddenly appeared on the stairs beside Adrien’s empty seat.  "Marinette will go,” she said firmly.  "If anyone can fix it, she can.“  She gathered up Marinette’s belongings and tucked them into her messenger bag, oblivious or unperturbed by the stares of Alya and Nino.

"Never thought I’d be saying this,” Alya said, her face uncertain.  "But I agree with Chloe.“

"Chop, chop, Marinette,” Chloe said briskly.  "None of us want an akumatized Adrien.“

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today i was reflecting in the shower.. where i normally do all of my deeper thinking.. and i couldn’t stop thinking about 2016. i know.. we’re in a new year.. time to let it go.. but i don’t think i properly cleansed myself or made peace with how my year went. and because a lot of what happened to me throughout the year continuously comes to mind.. i knew it was time to sit down and write out my feelings. what has made me the writer or “poet” that i am today.. is i’ve spilled my heart out on paper, time and time again, but lately i’ve been extremely distant. i’m not sure whether it’s because i feel a burden to always be positive and uplifting or because i find myself more afraid than ever. last year i cried. and cried. and cried. more than i’ve ever cried in my 22 years of life. i even made a habit out of watching really sad and emotional movies just so i could find an excuse to. also.. i’ve smoked more than ever before. longing to both - feel.. and be numb. i’d smoke before writing so i could pull certain stories out of me. then i’d smoke after, to forget them. often times.. i just got high enough to make myself fall asleep so i wouldn’t have to deal with anything. in the midst of one of my episodes.. i realized i suffer, and have always suffered, from feeling like nobody really understands me. i’ve always felt like i was someone who was constantly mistaken for an entirely different person. i always feel like i don’t “fit”. i don’t fit around friends.. i don’t fit around family.. i don’t make sense at social gatherings.. i don’t feel at home in my own home. i think a lot of these feelings have come up, from time to time, because i’ve never really known my true identity. all i’ve ever known myself to be is someone that everyone clings to. and not in a “she’s the life of the party” kind of way, but more so, “she’s the person to get advice from” way. and although.. this may sound selfish, sometimes i wish i had someone like me. i wish i had someone who was willing to help solve my problems before solving their own. as i’m typing, i’m starting to cry again. and i’m crying because i don’t know when exactly this will end. or if this discomfort is how i’m meant to live life. maybe this is just the life of an empathic. maybe when i started asking god to “use” me, i signed up for this. the truth is, 2016 should have been the best year of my life. i released a book that hit the best sellers list, i bought my dog that brings an unlimited source of awe to my life, i signed a major publishing deal, i moved out of my parents house and into a new home, i lost friends that never clapped for me, and gained friends who’ve been there for me in every way since, i built this whole “brand” into something much bigger than i ever expected myself to, i found out i was cancer free, i promise the list could continue on. but depression got in the way. of everything. i never once celebrated myself. i never once intervened, and took control. i never even thought to. i felt like whatever i was going through.. i was supposed to. and still.. i’m not sure the reasoning.. i just kept living with a kind of sadness i have yet to find a name for. instead of focusing on all of the goodness that god was placing in my life, i had tunnel vision on everything that i felt was going wrong. i couldn’t see life in a positive light no matter how good things may have got. my parents split up. i was forced to move out. i lost my home base. i went, and still go, months without speaking to either one. my boyfriend was dealing with an ex who continuously threatened to take her life at the account of us being together. all i wanted to do was help her. but couldn’t. i had a new life to take care of, when i could barely take care of my own self. i lost all my friends. literally, every single one. i never ever could leave the house because of how bad my social anxiety was getting. i found out i had a fractured jaw because of the size of a tumor that was holding it in place. i found out i had a fucking tumor that could have been cancerous. i had reconstructive jaw surgery that ruined the nerve and feeling in my mouth. i could not eat or sleep or talk straight for months. i’m still dealing with the pain. i was consistently working and doing interviews right after my surgery. i was and am still extremely exhausted from this. i never properly allowed myself to rest or heal. i started working with a team that could not fully ever understand me which only added to my frustration, loneliness, and sadness. and again, THIS LIST could go on. but more than anything. i was bullied. as my brand kept getting bigger, i was bullied more. and more. and i couldn’t understand how my work, trying to help and heal people, could bring in such negative responses. i couldn’t understand why there were people who were so eager to tear me apart, they would start to attack my image. everyday people attack the way i look and sound. and this kind of bullying brought back a lot of old feelings that i never dealt with as a kid. growing up i was constantly brought down and picked on because of the way i look. i was never skinny enough. or pretty enough. or i was too hairy. or my teeth were too crooked. or my hair was too nappy. or i was too dark. or i was too “black”. or i wasn’t “black enough”. now, i’m receiving - i’m too stupid or i’m too fake. my writing isn’t good enough. my writing is cliche. i look like a monkey. and so on. and so forth. and as i’m typing these things.. i find myself giggling a bit, wondering why i even allow these things to bother me. but truthfully, all negativity from outside sources bothers me. no matter what form it comes in. i always question, “what have i done to deserve this?” and although i often ignore these nasty comments, i’ve realized i harbor the feelings i receive when i see these comments. embarrassment. frustration. confusion. hurt. disappointment. betrayal. i let these statements affect me to the point where i’m starting to silence my voice. i’m starting to be more afraid to speak up for myself. the thought of confrontation makes me nervous. the thought of even receiving any awful comments makes my stomach flip. so i won’t say anything at all. i’ll keep everything to myself if it’ll keep the mean people and their nasty opinions away. but i’m trying to break out of this. i really am. i’m trying to be more understanding of the way people work. i know.. that the way we treat people is a reflection of the way we treat or view ourselves. meaning.. those who are willing to go out of their way to attack a person for absolutely no reason, ultimately feel that they need to. either because, they don’t have enough love for themselves, to be consumed within themselves and their own positivity, or, simply, they hate themselves just as much as they hate me. and not personally, but mainly, their views of life are formed in a negative and hateful way.. more often than not. idk.. maybe i’m getting too ahead of myself. or maybe i make sense and i’m afraid no one will understand it. lol. but anyway. idk. i’m just glad i got to get these things off my chest because i feel like my readers.. and supporters.. or those who just fuck with me, for whichever reason.. are always looking forward to hearing from me. and i’m trying to, again, be more accepting of the fact that not everyone is going to always like my shit. my writing. my poetry. my points of view. my ideas. and that’s okay. that doesn’t make me any less of an artist or woman or idealist.. and that doesn’t make whomever else any less than either. i’m thankful. for these moments of clarity because they really ground me and put me back in my place. i get to reflect on how i’ve sabotaged my own life.. and i pray that god help me heal from it. the reality of this all is.. i’m my own worse enemy. and i have been.. for most of my life. and i know this because i would have never ever allowed myself to go through all the hardships that i did. i would have never allowed myself to not only deal with half the people i’ve dealt with - but also.. i wouldn’t have allowed myself to be as affected by negativity as i was. all i was doing, and all i’ve been doing, is place energy in places and spaces that my energy was never meant to be. 2016 was the ending. i firmly believe this because there is always a storm before a sunny day. there were times last year when i thought i was out of touch with myself and i couldn’t hear god as clearly as i’m used to.. but really.. s/he was with me all along. guiding me to this place i’m in now. this place of - understanding, acceptance, and gratitude. i’m finally understanding that sometimes we go through shit. sometimes a lot of shit. but what we go through doesn’t define us. it shapes us into the people that we’re ultimately meant to be. stronger. wiser. and happier.. if anything. i’m finally accepting that some things, many things, are out of our control. but we have much more control than we think. the way we react to life will result in our karma. we can choose how to react and ultimately this will help affect all of our situations moving forward. i’m also learning to accept people as they are. everyone will do as they please. and not everyone will be considerate of mine, or anyone else’s, feelings. in knowing this, i have to constantly remind myself to not take anything personal. the longer i feed into other peoples negativity, the longer i’ll be miserable. misery is the result of not fully understanding or not fully having control over certain situations. but the more intuitive we are.. the easier it will be to keep away from misery. and finally.. i’m grateful for the one friend i had all along.. whom i never give enough credit to. my best friend and boyfriend. every single tear that came strolling down my cheek.. he was always here to help wipe and then uplift me. the more silence i become the more he encourages me to speak. even if he, himself, doesn’t fully understand. i’m grateful to god for showing up in all forms. people. places. numbers. symbols. etc. i cannot be anymore thankful for my relationship with god. for not only helping me get through one of the best/worst years of my life.. but also.. for giving me the strength to open up about it. knowing.. that everyone’s perception of me is that i’ve “got it all together.”
—  Reyna Biddy
New In Town Starters

“I don’t look older, I just look worse.”

“I always thought quicksand was gonna be a much bigger problem than it turned out to be”

“if you watch cartoons, quicksand is like the third biggest thing you have to worry about in adult life behind real sticks of dynamite and anvils falling on you from the sky.”

“I think I’m becoming more like my mom. I was watching Access Hollywood, and one of the reporters said ‘up next we have and exclusive interview with Sandra Bullock’s former husband, Jesse James.’ And out loud I went ‘uhg! This oughta be good!’”

“One time I was in bed and my dad came in and said ‘good night (name) did you brush your teeth?’ And I said ‘yes’ but here’s the thing… I hadn’t.”

“If the court reporter reads back my remarks you will see that I did not purger myself.”

“She would just make wild accusations all day long and wait for something to stick.”

“My mom would blame me for things that happened on the news. That is true.”

“(Name) I have been here all night! You can feel the tv, it’s warm.”

“Luckily I had a good alibi because I was in Wisconsin and twelve.”

“My brothers and sisters and I had this babysitter when we were kids and I was in love with her.”

“Why was she in charge?!”

“That’s just like hiring a slightly bigger child.”

“That would be like if you were going out of town for the week and you paid a horse to watch your dog.”

“Why do people shush animals? They’ve never spoken.”

“This is the height of luxury!”

“Lost in New York? The streets are numbered! How did you get lost in New York?”

“It’s a grid system motherfucker. Where you at? 24th and 5th? Where you wanna go? 35th and 6th? 11 up and 1 over you simple bitch.”

“When I was in grade school I was bullied for being Asian American and… the biggest problem with that… is that I am not Asian american.”

“On the first day that he met me, the guy that is now my best friend went home and said ‘papa, today I met a boy with no eyes’ and that was me.”

“Thirteen year olds are the meanest people in the world. They terrify me to this day.”

“8th graders will make fun of you but in an accurate way.”

“No! that’s the thing I’m sensitive about!”

“First off: no.”

“If you’re comparing the badness of two words and you won’t even say one of them, that’s the worse word.”

“Midgets were never enslaved! Unless you count the Wonka factory!”

“It was really easy to get away with murder before they knew about DNA.”

“Here’s how easy it was to get away with bank robbery back in the 30s: as long as you weren’t still there when the police arrived, you had a 99% chance of getting away with it.”

“Oh good it has a mind of its own, that’s very reassuring.”

“It’s 100% easier not to do things, and so much fun not to do them. Especially when you were supposed to do them.”

“In terms of like instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin.”

“I’ve never been killed by hit men, so I don’t know what it’s like in the moments right before you’re killed by hit men, but I bet it’s not unlike when you’re on the subway and you realize that a mariachi band is about to start playing.”

“It doesn’t have to be right, it just has to be short.”

“A hero is any man that does his job.”

“A bozo is any man that cheats on his wife.”

“I went into the room to get the massage and the woman there told me to undress to my comfort level. So I put on a sweater and a pair of corduroy pants, and I felt safe.”

“Hey mister! I found your treasure!”

“If I got a plate of crack for the table would you have some?”

“I have a girlfriend now myself, which is weird because I’m probably gay, based on how I act and behave and have walked and talked for 28 years.”

“I think I was supposed to be gay. I think in heaven they built like three quarters of a gay person and they forgot to flip the final switch and just sent me out.”

“Everyone get out of my way! I just wanna sit here and feed my birds.”

“You want me to do what?”

“We’ve been going pretty hot and heavy lately, I think it’s time we brought in two older catholic people.”

“I listen to everything my girlfriend says. I don’t mean she bosses me around, I just mean that before I had a girlfriend, I never had someone who was always standing next to me and could just point out obvious things that are happening.”

“I don’t look like someone who used to do anything.”

“Oh hey, (name), would you like an old turnip we found in a cabinet? Would that be good for you? Would you like that? I know you don’t drink!”

“I’m really sorry about last night, I was just so drunk.”

“I’m really sorry about last night, it’s just that I’m mean and loud. It probably will happen again.”

“I don’t drink anymore because I used to drink too much and I would black out and ‘ruin parties’ –or so I’m told.”

“ I was 20 and I was at a party at someone’s house and I blacked out drinking and someone came out of one of the rooms at this party holding an old antique bottle with some liquid in it and they said ‘hey, is this whiskey or perfume?’ And apparently I grabbed it, drank all of it and said ‘it’s perfume.’ And it was.”

“(name) was an asshole and one weekend he and his wife decided to leave town, which you should never do if you’re an asshole.”

“Okay, lets go over there and destroy the place.”

“I walked into this party, everyone I had ever met was there and everyone was drinking like it was the end of the world.”

“People were drinking like it was the civil war and a doctor was coming to saw our legs off.”

“They had a pool table in the basement, one kid got a running start and threw his body onto the pool table and broke it in half.”

“I’m standing in the basement and I’m holding a red cup - you’ve seen movies - and I’m starting to black out. And I guess someone said like ‘something something police’ and in a brilliant moment of word association, I shouted ‘FUCK DUH POLICE’ and everyone else joined in. A hundred white, drunk children yelling ‘fuck. duh. police’ with the confidence of guys that have like already been to jail and aren’t afraid of it anymore.”

“My friend – who is now a father, this man now has a baby – grabbed a 40, smashed it on the ground and yelled ‘SCATTER!’ And everyone ran in different directions.”

“I ran into the laundry room and hopped up onto the washing machine and climbed out a window into the back yard and I’m running through the back yard and there’s this huge chain link fence and I thought ‘I have never climbed a fence that high before!’ And then I woke up and home.“

“And I said ‘no’ you know, like a liar.”

“And I had that thought, that only black out drunks and Steve Urkel can have: did I do that? I figured no, I wouldn’t have done that, but I was never sure.”

“he takes me into his bedroom and then he takes me into a side room off of his bedroom- never a good thing to have.”

“WHY? WHY DO YOU DO THIS?”

“Because it’s the one thing you can’t replace.”

“That’s the end of that story but how fucked up is that?”

“I was going into my building late at night and in front of my building I saw a wheel chair knocked over on its side, with no one in it. That’s a bad thing to see. Something happened there, you hope it was a miracle, but probably not.”

“That wasn’t what I was telling you, but alright, let’s talk about this entirely new topic.”

“Excuse me, I am homeless, I am gay, I have AIDS and I’m new in town.”

“That is not the most dramatic thing that you just said.”

“Hey would you help me out? I’m very gay, I’d like a few dollars.”

“Yeah that’s the type of lowbrow shit I’m looking for.”

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ART SCHOOL | Q&A w/ ALICJA POLACHEK  | Babes Ride Out

As you might have heard, VANS is not only heading down to this year’s Babes Ride Out West Coast event, but also contributing blank decks for all the BRO Artists to customize!  Born in Warsaw, Poland, Long Beach based artist Alicja Polachek’s artwork centers primarily around her love and interest in lettering, typography and sign painting. Working mainly in gold leaf, glass and paints, Polachek enjoys combining non-traditional materials into her works to give it a modern twist. We’re absolutely loving her gilded painted board and chat with her to find out more about what inspires her and how she came up with her customized board for this year’s BRO West Coast event.  

Photographs courtesy of the artist. | Interview by Anya Violet

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Decisions, Decisions (Part 1)

Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston has a crush on you and he is feeling jealous of James McAvoy on “The Graham Norton Show” because James talks about how great the chemistry was between you, his co-star, and him in your latest film.

Warnings: language

Word Count: ~3300

Note: Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes - This fic would NOT be possible without you, and @amarvelouswritings - who let me badger the hell out of her. Thank you both a million! Used @theartofimagining13 imagine

Also, some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit.

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You were fidgeting with your red skin tight dress as you stood backstage at the Graham Norton show with your current co-star James McAvoy and ex-costar Tom Hiddleston. You checked your phone for the eighteenth time, seeing a text from your best friend in the whole world, Ida.

“Good luck! : )” she sent, upbeat and encouraging as always. She’d been your good friend for five years now and she was busy with her music journalist job, interviewing Metallica tonight.

“Thanks!” you replied back.

“You ready for this, Y/N?” James asked, his Scottish accent so thick and so nice, you loved the way your name sounded on his lips. He was buttoning his suit jacket as he glanced your way. You tried not to stare, but goddamn was that hard. He was funny, handsome, clever, charming, talented….there wasn’t anything you didn’t like about him.

“Uh, yeah,” you tried, taking a deep breath.

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Just Smile || Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: Angst


“Just play for the cameras, Y/N.”

“Seriously Namjoon, why don’t we just tell them it’s over. It was a mutual breakup and we’re both going to be happy for each other.”

“The companies want us together, so until they give the word, we’re going to be together.”

“You have to be kidding me. How do you put up with this? This is the first time we’ve talked in months and you’re going to pretend like it was nothing.”

“There’s a lot I’d do to save my job and make sure that my group is successful, and if this is one of them, I am willing to sacrifice myself to make sure they get to continue performing.”

“And what about me? What about my career? How do I keep living like this?”

“Just smile like the rest of us.”

It was the work, the schedules. At least that’s what you told yourselves. You didn’t want to admit that there was a sense of obligation now, and that you could really care less about seeing each other anymore. You woke up everyday just to convince yourself that there was something about this that could still work. Something that the two of you were still fighting for.

He felt the same way, and even though he never said it directly, you could hear it in his voice when he hung up the phone late at night, or the way he pulled away from you when you arrived at the same award shows.

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vernon; get lost in the rhythm of me

Originally posted by visual-17

Summary: She had less than a month to finish a project she should’ve finished ages ago, and on a whim decides to interview the campus radio show. Little did she know she’d get locked into the Thursday Night Lockdown with a certain campus cutie. Wow I’m sorry I suck at summaries please send help.

Characters: fratboy!Vernon/Original Female + various

Genre: Fluffity fluff (and if you count student stress a lil wittle angst)

Word Count: 5896

01 | 02(?) | 03 (m)(?)

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Delusional?

Okay. First try. Usually I’m not that kind of fan who writes a meta or something like that. I’m not that good with words, when it’s not my mother tongue. But this is something I have to write off of me now. It bothers me. I’m doing this mostly to reassure myself, that I’m NOT seeing things. Well, I hope so. Sorry in advance but…Please, listen…

So, I have this dear friend of mine (who’s a huge fan of BBC’s Merlin and loves The 100 as well), whose opinion I value very high, and she said a thing, that I can’t get out of my mind now. She said that everything Bellarke-related, the slight touches, all the stares, might be unintentional acting, especially by Clarke. And I considered it, I really did, to maybe be true. BUT… Then again… I’m a huge ArMor (Arthur/Morgana)-shipper (Merlin BBC), and you may think of this ship whatever you like but… In season 1 - and most of that fandom agree with this, as well as the actors themselves (Bradley James/Arthur Pendragon even said in an interview, that “they clearly fancied each other” in season 1) – they were written as a potential couple/love interest for each other. No-one can tell me otherwise. There are far too many hints/evidences for that, far too many “glances” and “touches” and even “words”, although they never really got together… Sounds familiar? (But due to the storyline and the introduction of ArWen (Arthur/Guinevere) as a pairing it was kind of clear that the writers would drop ArMor at some point – although it’s part of the Arthurian Legend itself. But that’s another story…)

What I’m trying to say is this: If you/we consider ArMor a thing in season 1 of Merlin and say/admit, that at this point they clearly fancied each other/had a crush on each other, how on earth can anyone POSSIBLY think, that Bellarke is unintentional at all?! I mean… Have a look at that if you please… (Disclaimer: GIF’s not mine! All rights to the owners.)

These are my ArMor-baes….

And these are my Bellarke-baes…

And have a look at that

and now at this

And here too

And look at that…

And (EVEN MORE INTENSE!)

And… (this isn’t even only S1)

Bellarke:

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The angst…

Bellarke baes:

Hugs (be still my heart):

Last but not least (and very dear to me):

Bellarke:

Even L said/realized it’s true. “You care about him?” –

And let’s not forget all the fuss about “weakness”

Let’s Murphy have the last word (or Kane, or Jaha… or who else realized only because of all their (of course only) unconditional acting around each other that they clearly have a thing for each other…):

No.

The writers did all these things ON PURPOSE. It can’t be otherwise. And the cinematography speaks for itself. All the zooming in on their touches or stares… And the things they SAID to each other up until this point of the show, all the “I need you’s” and “I trust you’s”, all the “I’d do everything! Please don’t kill him’s” and “We can’t lose Clarke’s/I can’t lose you’s” (not to mention Bellamy’s -  completely unintentional of course… – decision to run after Clarke, even though he’s gravely wounded… or the latest “If you’re on that list, I’m on that list – Write it down or I will”-confession…),

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as well as all the other things like the epic hugs or the neck-nuzzles – and yes, Clarke’s nuzzling too (I TOTALLY would do this with a platonic friend of mine…unintentionally… of COURSE… who am I kidding >.<). Can it possibly be more obvious? I don’t know. But these are the facts. They can’t be overseen or ignored. And I think… even if I’m preoccupied because I’m a reader of the novels by Kass Morgan, there’s definitely a visual (sexual) tension between our lovelies. And I think they were planned right from the start. As the slow burn of all slow burn-relationships - to keep up the tension. That’s why there are so many hints even in the first series. If there would be ANYTHING that reassures me that Bellarke is endgame at last, than I could endure EVERYTHING on the way, even one-night-stands and other crushes. *sigh*

So… tell me guys… am I seeing things, or what? I wished, that my friend would be able to see the show through my eyes every now and then. The fact, that she smiles a bit over metas like this, or hardcore-shippers (and I am one of these) for that matter, saddens me more than I could’ve ever imagined. I have too much time I guess… *sigh* But that’s nothing we couldn’t solve or talk about. And that makes me happy again. I trust us. ;)

But please, guys, I’m not delusional, or…

Amazing Surprises - 1

I have been wanting to post this series for a while now, but I needed to finish all of the single stories for the members. But it’s finally here! Also this is the unedited version, so I’m soooo sorry if there are any typos or bad grammar parts in it, I just didn’t want to wait ya’ll any longer. I hope you enjoy!

(P.S. Oh my word! I have NOT posted in a while and I’m so disappointed in myself! I was sooo busy this past month, my family came into town, I went to a baseball game, I went to an old friend’s house. And I got distracted while watching Strong Woman Do Bong Soon. Amazing show btw. I’m so sorry! And I hope this long ass chapter and series can make up for it for my absence!)

Summery: Taehyung and Y/N’s “secret” relationship was recently announced and the world is going wild. Tabloid’s and New’s reports are insane and causing a bit of stress towards both Y/N and Taehyung. But what will happen when Taehyung and Y/N have a bit of a heated moment and get caught buying something “suspicious”?

Genre: Fluff. Romance. Drama. Angst. Mentions of Smut.

Characters: Taehyung X Reader Ft. Other Members and Y/N’s best friend; Jihyun.

Words: 5,678

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“Hello! How are you today? Hello” The hostess bowed many times. I bowed a lot of times in return, both being extra polite to the other.

“Hello. I’m good, thank you” I bowed again. She waved her hand towards the couch for me to sit, and I did.

Today I was at an interview. Being a famous solo artist and actress it was a given I get asked to be on many interviews or talk shows. Although today was a special one. The hostess was actually my best friend; Oh Jihyun. We hadn’t seen each other in months. It was so nice to be able to see her, even if we had to keep our relationship under wraps.

I couldn’t stop smiling; Just being able to see her face brightened up my day. She seemed to be sharing the same feeling since she had to force herself to look at the crowd instead of me.

“Now!” She cleared her throat “I’m sure all of you guys know who this is? Am I right?” The crowd cheered while some even lifted up signs to support me.

I laughed, still getting used to the fact that I was now an internationally famous artist.

“Yes of course you all know her! She’s Y/N L/N after all” The crowd cheered even louder.

“Okay” Jihyun chuckled “Why don’t we get started?” She turned back to me. I nodded in agreement.

“Yes. Let’s do that Jihyun” God it felt nice to say her name again. Since I have not seen her in a while it was taking all my muscles and nerves not to give her a bone crushing hug.

“So. I have to ask. How is this experience for you? I mean going from a famous girl group to an even more famous soloist-And actress I might add-” Jihyun started. I chuckled at some of the whistles from the crowd.

“Well.. It has been nice actually. I do, of course, miss the days where I could hang out with my band members with no problem, but I do feel like this is what I should be doing. I love making my fans happy while enjoying my work” I answered, making sure to be careful of what I was saying.

“Yes. That must be nice-”

“Yes-”

“-Well. Okay I have to get to the point because I’m pretty sure we’re all curious here” Jihyun started. I chuckled again, knowing full well what was about to ask. I have already told her all the details through text, but the crowd didn’t know that.

“So your relationship with famous artist Kim Taehyung of BTS made world wide news. Am I right?” The crowd cheered again and I laughed.

“Yes. It did. Actually I was very surprised it did. I didn’t think it would be as a big deal as it was” I admitted.

“Are you kidding? You’re extremely famous and so is he. To see you two together-I mean I speak for everyone- You two are a perfect match” I could feel the blush creeping up my neck. No one has told either of us that.

“Well.. I wouldn’t say exactly that” I nervously chuckled.

Jihyun ignored the comment and continued with her questions “So how is it like dating famous Kim Taehyung?” Jihyun rested her chin in her palm, clearly interested in the things she has already heard.

“Well it’s been nice. I have known him since before we both even debuted so it feels nice to be able to express my feelings towards him in public”

“Mhmm” Jihyun answers, waving at me to continue.

“He also drives me crazy-In a good way- He is so sweet and is always caring for me; He makes my day just by messaging me. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing, he is always on my mind” I just now realized how cheesy I was sounding and awkwardly chuckled.

“Aww! That’s so sweet!” Jihyun exclaimed and the crowd cheered in agreement. I could feel my face get redder if that was even possible.

“Thank you..” I awkwardly thanked.

“So how long has it been since you last saw him? I mean since you two are both very famous you have to also be very busy. It must be hard to find a single day together and relaxe. How do you do that?” Jihyun asked the question I was dreading the most.

“Well..” I nervously cleared my throat “I actually haven’t seen him in a while-But we do skype and text a lot, so that makes up for it- I also get to talk to his members too and they encourage me a lot. It helps” I explain and Jihyun nods.

“That’s nice to have something like that”

“Yea. It is-”

“So how long exactly have you not seen him?” Jihyun pressed and I tried my hardest not to pounce at her. She was doing this on purpose and I knew it. She was so getting an earful after the interview.

“Uhm… Well.. I think it’s almost been a.. Year.. Wow. It’s almost been a year since I’ve seen him” The crowd dramatically gasps.

I chuckled “It’s okay. We talk a lot though”

“Well that’s good that you two at least still talk right?” Jihyun points out and I nod.

The conversation after that went pretty smoothly. Just like a regular interview there were some personal questions; Like what’s the craziest thing you have done with all the BTS members.

I explained that I had gone to an amusement park with them, and being terrified of heights, I had thrown up after riding the ferris wheel. Jihyun started laughing followed by the crowd joining in.

“Yikes! That has to be tough” She exaggerated. She would know though since she was there too when it happened.

After the interview I went straight to the dressing room. My schedule was packed for the day, which meant I had to quickly re-touch my make up and change for my next event.

After saying my goodbye’s go Jihyun-And telling her to come over some time- I left in the black van.

I thought back to when we were talking about Taehyung. Has it really been a year since I haven’t seen him? I would always watch him on TV and have always supported him during his comebacks. We just never really had the time to see each other face to face. I couldn’t get my mind off of that.

We pulled up into a parking lot. My body guard leading me inside the building without getting mobbed by fans and paparazzi.

I had a fan meeting/sign today and it was a pretty busy day, which meant I would probably be back late.

I walk into the venue, also sent straight into dressing room; Just some precautions before the signing.

After all the touching up I was led back stage. I waited a bit before the announcer finally introduced me. I walked out from behind the curtain.

I smiled and waved at the fans as I walked out. They cheered and smiled as well, a lot holding up signs to support me. I have been an artist for a while now so I was used to this, but just not quiet used to being alone.

I formally bow, greeting the fans. They would occasionally cheer now and then. Finally it was time for the questions.

I sat down in a chair, a large table full of cue cards in front of me; probably filled with questions from fans.

I picked one up, making sure it was appropriate before reading it.

“Who, other than V-Oppa, are you closest with in BTS?” I chuckled at the question.

“Well other than Tae.. I have to say either Seokjin or Yoongi. Jin, of course being my brother and all. Yoongi because he is my best friend; I met him even before Taehyung or any of the other members. The rest are like bothers to me” I answered. The fans cheered, clearly happy with the answer. I decided to quickly move on to the next question.

Of course it was another BTS question “When do you think you will be able to see Taehyung-oppa, or any of the BTS members next?” I read out loud. I thought for a while, wondering if there were any Music Shows coming up or if they were having a comeback soon.

“Well it all depends” I started “We normally see each other during Music Award shows, but sometimes we surprise each other” I finished.

The questions after those seemed to be similar. I guess I had it coming when Taehyung and I announced we were dating. BTS are in my life forever now and I would have to get used to it.

Finally the questions were over and it was about time for me to leave, but not before giving the fans a final speech.

I stood up from my seat, clearing my throat to get everyone’s attention “I want to thank you all guys personally-Not just my Korean fans but even all you international fans-You have all supported me during all my tough times and I am very thankful for that” I took a deep breath before continuing “To be honest after our announcement that we are dating, I thought a lot of you guys would hate me, but you stuck by my side. I am extra thankful for that. I hope in the future we can continue to-” A loud scream cut through the venue, followed by other fans joining in.

My eyes widened in shock, my eyebrows furrowing together. They wouldn’t normally scream and intentionally interrupt my speeches. So what were they screaming at.

“What’s wrong?” I decided to ask. All of the fans pointed behind me. I quickly turned around, scanning the room, but nothing was to be found other than the table and chair I left.

“I don’t see anything” I answered, turning back to the fans but as soon as I did they started pointing and screaming; “Look!” or “Right there!”

I turned around but once gain the room was empty. I was starting to think the fans were playing a trick on me until I suddenly spotted a camera in the corner of the room. My eyes widened.

I scanned the room again and sure enough there were cameras on each of the corners in the room. This was a hidden camera prank.

I turned towards the fans again, a new determination building up inside me “What do you see?” I ask. I expected them to say something like “Camera’s” or maybe point out something I was missing in the room, but that was definitely not what I heard.

“TAEHYUNG!” They all screamed. My heart dropped and I stood there speechless. How could they be seeing Taehyung? He was back in Seoul and this is Busan. I think I would have known if my own boyfriend was in town.

I laughed “You guys are joking right?” I asked them but they all shook their heads. My stomach was starting to hurt.

“W-Where do you see him, because I don’t see him?” I quickly ask, turning around towards the “not so” empty room again.

I turned my head to look at the fans and they all pointed behind me again. I whipped my head around but there was still no one.

“What are you all pointing at?” I ask in frustration.

Immediately they all screamed “THE TABLE!” I jumped at the sudden noise, awkwardly chuckling. I decided to just go for it and walk towards the table.

I hesitantly walk around the table a couple times. There was a cloth over the table, so if he was hiding he would be under it.

I hesitantly reach down, lifting up the table cloth. It wasn’t until the cloth was completely off the table that a person jumped out, making me squeal at the sudden action.

Immediately I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. I look up and sure enough I was faced with the box smiling idiot Taehyung. My heart was pounding out of my chest and my stomach did flips.

“Oh my god! Taehyung!” I screamed. As soon as I wrapped my arms arms around him fans started screaming, either cheering for us or just plain excited that Taehyung was here.

I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Was this all a dream? Were these pair of arms someone else’s and I was hallucinating? Or was it really my Taehyung?

These thoughts kept swirling in my mind, that is until Taehyung whispered in my ear “I missed you love” That was it. I knew it was really him. Tears filled my eyes as I nuzzled my face into his chest, my grip around him tightening just to make sure he wouldn’t let go.

It has been a year. A fucking year since I’ve seen him and I just couldn’t believe this was happening.

I could feel the soft rumbling of Taehyung’s chest as he chuckled. God I missed that laugh. He gently turned around so he was facing the fans, chin resting on top of my head.

“I think it’s about time for us to leave. It was great seeing all of you guys, and I can speak on behalf of both Y/N and I that we are very happy for your support. We love you guys!” He spoke for me. The fans cheeres one last time and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay! Goodbye for now!” Taehyung waved. I managed to pry myself away from Taehyung, wiping away my tears. I waved at the fans as well while Tae led me towards back stage.

Taehyung had his arm around me the entire time we were walking towards the dressing room. I had a couple people congratulating for a good job, but my only concern was the arm wrapped around my shoulder or rather the person it belonged to.

Taehyung and I finally reached the dressing room. He quickly opened the door, peeking his head inside to make sure no one was there. When he came back with a big grin I only assumed there was none.

Quickly Taehyung pulled me inside. I didn’t even have time to register before he was pinning me against the door.

He starts kissing me everywhere. My cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead, chin. Everywhere but my lips.

“Taehyung~” I whined. He stopped kissing me and gave me a smirk.

“What?” He nonchalantly asks.

“Kiss me”

“I am”

I roll my eyes “On my lips you meanie!” He laughed at my insult, shaking his head in the process.

“Not yet” He answers with a playful pout.

I groan as he moved his mouth to my neck. I would lie if I said I didn’t already enjoy this but I needed to kiss him myself.

One of his hands that was near my head moved down to grasp my hand, lacing them together. He kisses down my jaw, my earlobe, my neck, and to my collar bone and goes back and forth between those. Occasionally nipping my skin making sure to leave a mark.

“Taehyung~” I sing song again.

“Hmm?” I reach down, brining his face up to look at me. He was giving me another stupid grin. I can never resist him.

“Kiss me” I breathed out, barely a whisper. His smile faded, eyes flickering back and forth between my eyes and lips. Our lips just barely brushing against each other. What was he waiting for?

Just before anything more could happen there was a knock on the door. Taehyung and I quickly jumped away from each other, startled by the noise.

“Y/N. Taehyung. I know you’re in there. I’m sorry to interrupt but we really should get going” I head a familiar voice explain and my eyes widen.

‘You brought Jin?’ I worded to Taehyung and he nodded.

Quickly I opened the door and sure enough there was Jin, leaning against the door frame and grinning like a mad man.

This day just keeps getting better and better. I immediately jump into Jin’s arms, he chuckles as he wraps his arms around me as well.

“Oh my god Jin! I missed you!” I squealed and he chuckled again.

“I missed you too sis. How have you been?” Jin and I parted, arms still wrapped around each other as we spoke “I’m assuming good due to that hickey right there” He grazes my neck with his finger and my face goes red, replacing his hand with mine to cover it up.

I nervously clear my throat, ignoring his comment “I-I’m good. Great actually now that you guys are here. I have been getting surprise after surprise today, I mean I even saw Jihyun today” I answer referring to the previous interview I had.

“Oh, well don’t tell Jungkook that; He has been wanting to see her for a while now but nothing is working due to their busy schedules”

“Jungkook is here?” I ask, glancing behind Jin to see if there was any other BTS members hiding.

“Yea. Actually we’re all here” Jin points out finally letting me go.

“Seriously?” I look back and forth between Jin and Tae.

“Yea. We have a surprise concert happening near by. We obviously know you live here so we thought we could stop by. Is that okay?” Jin asks, giving me an evil smirk.

“Are you kidding me you idiot!” I playfully punch Jin’s chest “It’s more than okay! You guys can stay at my place and we can have a party every day!” I started getting excited.

“Okay, we’re not girls” Jin started, raising his hands up in defense “We’re staying at a hotel just a block from your house. Taehyung can stay at your place if he wants” He explained

I looked at Taehyung and he nodded “Okay, well you guys need to come over any time you can; This may be the only time I get to see you guys for a while” Taehyung and Jin hummed in agreement.

“Alright. We have a van waiting out back. It’s big enough for all of us but we don’t have enough time so we should go now” Jin explained and Taehyung led me out the hallway.

When we reached out back, al the members were hanging around next to the van. God it felt nice to see their faces. They all turned towards us when they heard the large door open.

“Y/N!” They all exclaimed. I smiled at them and waited as they all started walking towards me.

Of course the first one to reach me was Yoongi. He engulfed me in a bear hug. I wrapped my arms around him making sure to hold him tight.

“I missed you” I hear Yoongi whisper close to my ear. I chuckle. Normally Yoongi isn’t one for cheesy comments, but when he is he’s always discreet about it.

“I miss you too Yoongi” I answer and Yoongi let’s me go, looking at me for a minute before moving on for the next person to hug me.

It was Hoseok. Hoseok and I weren’t best friends but considering he was my sisters husband, we were still close.

“Hey bro” I smile at him and he brings me into a tight hug, just barely cracking my ribs.

“Hey Y/N! It’s been too long!” He exlaims.

“Oh Jeez Hoseok! I missed you too but I can’t breath” I gasp. He quickly let go and awkwardly laughs.

“Sorry” He apologizes, scratching the back of his neck.

“It’s okay” Hoseok steps aside for Jungkook. Jungkook was like a little brother to me, considering he was dating my best friend, I felt like I was responsible for him in a lot of ways.

“Jungkookie! Hey kiddo” I excitedly greet, immediately reaching up to give him a hug.

“Hey noona. How are you?” He returned the hug, giving me a chaste kiss on the forehead when we parted.

“I’m good. How are you and Jihyun?” I ask and Jungkook’s face falls.

“Good.. I just haven’t been able to see her; We’re both really busy”

“How about this. I’ll get you a date with her and you can hook me up with some of your banana chips?” I gave him a quirky smile with an eyebrow raised and his eyes lit up.

“Deal!” He answered. This is exactly why I felt responsible for him.

After that it was Jimin and Namjoon. Of course Namjoon, Jimin and I were close, but in a different way the others. I would go to Namjoon when I needed help with my college stuff or Jimin if I needed help with my vocals or dancing.

Finally we all loaded into the van. Unfortunately having an “overprotective” brother meant I would sit in the passengers seat, far away from a certain boyfriend and in eye level with a certain brother who was driving.

“So I have bad news for you Y/N” Jin started, turning to look at me during a red light “Since our show is in four weeks we have to go straight to dance practice after I drop you off” Jin sighs and I sigh.

“It’s okay, I understand. Make sure to come by when you’re done. Unless it’s midnight then come in the morning” I mumble the last part and Jin laughs.

“Got it” He answers “But there is good news” He started again and my attention is brought up again “Taehyung doesn’t need to go since he did extra practicing at home. Our choreographer said he can take a few days off” He explained and I felt a burden lift off. I would lie if I said them leaving for dance practice didn’t kill me.

“Sounds good” I masked my disappointment.

After a bit of a drive we finally arrived at my apartment complex. Taehyung and I hopped out of the van, waving at the members as they left.

Taehyung and I quickly ran towards the building once they were out of sight. I was catching speed when I could see him in the corner of my eyes just before he passed me. I was starting to think this was a face.

We finally arrived at my apartment, out of breath as I unlocked the door. I walked inside and dropped my bags on the floor. I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I was pouring the water I spoke.

“So what did you want to do? I have tons of movies we could watch. I have popcorn and snacks, we could have like a movie night?” I suggest but there was no answer.

“Babe-” I felt a strong hand grasp my shoulder, yanking me around to face them. I smiled when I noticed who it was. I didn’t even notice Taehyung was right behind me when he was.

He grabbed the glass out of my hand, carefully setting it on the counter. He placed both his hands on either side of the sink, trapping me in his arms.

I glanced down and noticed he wasn’t wearing a shirt. I snorted “You work fast-” I was cut off yet again when Taehyung crashed his lips on mine. It was a slow and passionate kiss yet very sweet. My stomach did flips. I had been missing this.

Once Taehyung was done he rested his forehead onto mind “I haven’t seen you for a year.. All of you..” One of his hands landed on my waist, slowly skimming down “I think 'working fast’ is an understatement on how I feel right now” His lips were back on mine.

Hid hand that was on my waist reached down to my thigh, lifting it up to his waist. I got the hint and jumped up, wrapping my other leg around his waist. He used his other hand to support my other thigh, making sure I wouldn’t fall.

His lips left mine, skimming down my neck he started nipping over my older bruises, making darker ones. I would need to use makeup to cover that up.

I combed my fingers through his hairs as he kissed down to my collar bone. I bent my head back allowing him more access.

Taehyung turned around in the kitchen, slowly making out way towards my bedroom.


Two Weeks Later …

I woke up to bitter cold nipping me on my bare back. I turned around in bed, blindly reaching out for a warm body that was not there.

I groan, peeking an eye open. Sure enough Taehyung was not in bed. I decided to get up, slipping over Taehyung’s oversized shirt falling just below my butt.

I lazily walked out of my bedroom. The closer I got to the living room I could start to hear faint noises coming from the TV. As I entered the living room a yawned escaped my mouth. I tried rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

“Hey sleepy head” I opened my eyes again to see Taehyung staring at me. He had a stupid grin plastered on his face.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing. You’re just too cute when you look like that” He answered, outstretching his arm for me to come to him.

I sighed as I made my way towards him. I plopped down on the couch, immediately cuddling into his chest. His arms wrapped around me, and he brought the blanket that was on him over me.

I draped a leg over his that was on the coffee table. I rested my hand on his chest as I watched him flip through the channels on the TV.

There wasn’t much to watch, that is until I saw him quickly switch past a channel with his band on it.

“Wait! That was you guys!” I tried grabbing the remote out of his hands but he lifted it out of my reach “Taehyung~”

“No I don’t want to watch that; It’s cringy watching myself like that” He explained, narrowing his eyes at the TV.

“So what? I wanna watch it” I was finally able to grab the remote out of his hands. I quickly switched through the channels again.

“No!” Taehyung dramatically shouted, attacking me in the process. He lifted me off of him so I was now laying on my back, him on top of me.

“Taehyung you’re crushing me!” I gasped.

“That’s the point! Then you can’t change the channels” But it was too late. I had finally found the channel, watching in content with Taehyung on top of me, his head turned away from the TV.

I noticed it wasn;t a concert or fanmeeting, it was an interview. Even better.

“So I need to ask you something” The interviewer asked, pointing towards Taehyung. I smiled, interested as to what he would ask.

“So we all know about your relationship with Y/N-” The other BTS members hooted and clapped. Some who were close to Taehyung patted him on his back.

Meanwhile the Taehyung with me was hiding his face in my neck, afraid to watch it. I rested my hand over his open ear so he couldn’t hear either, occasionally playing with the strands of his hair near his ear.

“Taehyung on the TV nodded "Well then I have to ask how that’s going?” How does it work? I mean since you both are busy and all" The interviewer finished.

“He talks about her a lot!” Jungkook answered for him.

“And he calls her a lot too!” Jimin added.

“He never lets me talk to her when he calls her though” Jin pouted. I chuckled knowing full well he was lying; Jin would always steal the phone from Tae, running off into the closet so he wouldn’t find him. We would end up having hour long conversations before Taehyung can find him.

“Hey, Hey! He asked me” Taehyung pointed out, the rest chuckling “Y/N and I are doing good actually. I met her before we debuted so we have been best friends for a while now. I finally got the courage two years ago to ask her out; Probably the best decision in my entire life” I smiled even larger. The other members made kissing sounds and saying “Oooh"s

"That’s really good! So how would you describe her?”

“Well… She’s funny.. Sweet.. She is always worrying about my health, telling me to eat and stay healthy. She’s makes sure that I tell other members as well. She can always cheer me up even when I’m at the worst of worsts. She is a very good cook-Which is an up side considering I can’t cook at all- She has the most beautiful smile in the entire world. Her eyes are gorgeous. She just makes me all happy inside. I don’t know it’s just really good” Taehyung finished. I could almost feel a tear slip past my cheek. He had never once told me any of this. Of course Taehyung is a very affectionate guy, but when it comes to sharing his feelings, he normally bottles it up afraid he will say something wrong.

Taehyung groaned in my neck, clearly embarrassed.

“That is so sweet!” The interviewer exclaimed “So when was the last time you have seen her?” He suddenly asked. You could tell the air in the room the members were in became tense. Taehyung shifted in his seat.

“Um… I think.. It’s been about a year..” The crowd became silent, a couple gasp being heard amongst the silence.

“Really? A year? Wow that’s a long time. So you guys are maintaining a long distant relationship?” Taehyung nodded “Oh. Well that’s awesome that you two are still going strong. I applaud you”

“Thank you”

“So are you planning on seeing her anytime soon; Surprising her or just visiting” The interviewer pressed on.

“Actually I already have something planned. I was planning on surprising her for our anniversary. I was-” The TV was suddenly shut off. I looked up and realized Taehyung was sitting up now and managed to grab the remote out of my hands.

“Wait! Wait! I want to see what you were going to say!” I shouted.

“It wouldn’t be a surprise then babe!” He sat down next to me. He frowned when he noticed my glassy eyes and wet cheeks, hovering over me again to examine my face.

“Why are you crying?” He brushed his thumb over my cheek to wipe the tears.

I sniff while chuckling “I don’t know… I’ve just never heard you say anything like that.. It makes me feel good..” I trailed off. He gives me a warm smile, leaning down to kiss my nose.

“Well every word is one hundred percent true. I don’t know what I would do without you” Taehyung leaned down again, placing a soft, sweet kiss on my lips.

Suddenly my stomach felt wrong, not exactly in the best way. It started churning and a bad familiar feeling built up in my stomach. I immediately pushed Taehyung off of me, running towards the bathroom.

“Oh god!” I yelled on the way. As soon as I made it to the toilet I instantly started vomiting. I didn’t even know I had anything in my stomach.

I could hear Taehyung’s heavy footsteps running into the bathroom. He sighed and pulled my hair back in a pony tail, rubbing small circles on my back with his free hand.

After I was done choking to death I was able to brush my teeth. The entire time I thought back to what could have possibly make me throw up. Did I have a stomach virus? Maybe the flu? It made no sense; I felt completely fine otherwise.

Through the reflection of the mirror I can see Taehyung leaning against the door frame, giving me a questionable look. He was probably racking his brain just as much as I was.

“So..” He started “Was kissing me that bad for you?” Taehyung playfully pouted and I chuckled.

“No! Of course not. I don’t even know what’s going on; I felt completely fine before and I still feel completely find now..” I explained while rinsing my mouth.

“Huh..” Taehyung finished “Do you happen to want something to eat? You should probably get something in your system” He suggested and I shrugged.

“What’s there to eat?” I walk out of the bathroom with Taehyung on my heels. Walking into the kitchen, I hop onto the counter while Taehyung rummages through the fridge.

“I could make you some eggs.. Or better yet; ramyun with eggs. Your favorite” I scowled. The thought of ramyun suddenly didn’t sound to appetizing.

“No. I’m really not in the mood for that” I answer. Taehyung closes the fridge and stares at me dumb founded “What?” I ask in confusion.

“You? Not in the mood for your favorite meal? You always want ramyun with eggs” He walks closer to me, standing in between my legs and wrapping his arms around my waist “What is going on with you?” He asks.

“I don’t know..”

“Have you started your period?” I chuckle, playfully hitting him on the chest.

“No you dork! I’m actually a week late..” I trail; A thought suddenly occurring. I thought back to two weeks ago.

“Tae?” I start and he nods “Did we use a condom…?”

~To Be Continued~

Trying Hard (Not to Fall)

Day 1-3 of Patater Week!  

Prompts: Getting Together/Proposal/Secret Relationship 

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It’s not like Kent could get out of playing against Jack. If he could, he might’ve considered it. But there Jack goes making that fucking goal, tying the score with minutes left in the third period. Maybe if Kent wasn’t so single-minded when it came to hockey, he could deal with going into overtime. But something about Zimms giving him a run for his money is unacceptable.  He pushes for another goal, it works. Unfortunately, that means accidentally running into Snowy and the net after the fact.

It’s funny how the Aces have a rep for being cheaters when the only time shit like this happens is on accident. Not that anyone would believe him. Kent’s caught under a haze of players when someone lifts him like he weighs nothing. He should guess it’s Alexei, but hearing him curse at Kent confirms it.

“You liking hit that so much?” Tater shouts. “I can hit too!”

Tater’s giving him the stink eye and honestly, it takes all of Kent’s energy to look guilty and not turned on. The goal stands, and he knows he’s gonna have some shit to answer for later. But right now, he can’t get over how good it feels to win. He’s earned this; he doesn’t have to answer to live up to Jack’s shadow anymore.

Of course, the post-game interview is going to have at least one question about that goal and three to ten about Jack.

“We played our best out there,” he tells the journalists. “This time it was enough, but obviously, we’ll prepare for the next one just as well.”

He showers, gets an Uber, and leaves without much ado. He thinks about whether he’s petty enough to say good game to Jack. Kent doesn’t know when he became so angry with him. It needs to stop—he knows that much. However, that’s an issue for another day.

There’s a brownstone townhouse a few blocks from the arena. Kent could’ve walked here, but he figures he needs to work on an apology dinner while he still has time. He pulls his key ring out of his back pocket, bracing himself. He slips in the front door, flicking on the entrance light just before getting tackled by fifty pounds of fluff.

“Vera, stop,” he laughs wincing as the black and white Siberian husky licks all over his face. He’s able to sit up after a minute of wet kisses, “yea I missed you too, baby.” He ruffles her fur, kissing her cold nose. “C’mon, you can help me grovel to Papa.” 

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I Ship It

Requested By Anon.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader.

Scenario: The team ships Y/N and Bucky.

Translation of Zulu: Yebo - Yes. Sala Kahle - Goodbye/Stay well.

A/N: Title change! As you can see, Avengers Chatroom is not in it anymore, but just the name of the chat. Also, Y/F/M - Your favorite movie.


Tony has created a chatroom.

Tony has invited Y/N, Peter, Scott, T’Challa, Clint.

Tony: Hello.

Tony: Is it me you’re looking for?

Clint: no.

Scott: Why are you asking? You created the chat??

T’Challa: He’s singing.

Y/N: At least it’s not the Hello by Adele.

Peter: Actually he sings that whenever I answer his calls.

Tony: Do you not like my singing?!

Peter: To recite Clint earlier on in the chat on this day, a Saturday, at 14:21: no.

Tony: Your aunt has a different opinion.

Clint: OOOOOOOOOH

Peter: You serenade my aunt?!

Scott: why am i here

Y/N: idk Scott, idk.

T’Challa: I have better things to do than chat. Is there something you needed Tony?

Tony: Yes. I need to test my latest invention on someone.

Scott: OHHHH NO.

Scott has left the chat.

T’Challa: I have a meeting.

Tony: Aren’t you in NY so, you can just come after?

T’Challa: - In South Africa. Yebo. Sala Kahle.

T’Challa has left the chat.

Peter: You offended me.

Peter has left the chat.

Tony: Clint? Y/N?

Y/N: I can’t.

Clint: I just don’t feel like helping you, Tony.

Tony: YOU’RE TERRIBLE FRIENDS.

Tony has added Bucky, Steve, Nat, Wanda, Thor, Vision.

Tony: I’ll pay one of you to let me test my new invention on.

Y/N: HOLD UP, YOU DIDN’T SAY YOU’LL PAY

Y/N: TEST IT ON ME

Y/N: I’LL BE AT YOUR LAB IN 5

Tony: I thought you couldn’t?!

Y/N: I’M SICK BUT I’LL BE THERE!

Bucky: Y/N, STAY WHERE YOU ARE! DON’T MOVE! I’M COMING OVER!

Steve: BUCKY WHY DID YOU HAVE TO RIP THE DAMN DOOR OFF

Bucky: IT WAS IN THE WAY, I AM IN A HURRY

Bucky: Y/N, I AM GETTING YOU SOUP AND SOME MEDICATION

Bucky: AND ALL YOUR FAVORITE MOVIES

Bucky: DO YOU LIKE RED OR PINK FLOWERS?

Clint: IT’S HAPPENING OMG OKAY STAY CALM

Tony: FORGET CALM!

Thor: WHY ARE WE SHOUTING?

Clint: BECAUSE WE JUST FOUND OUR NEW OTP!

Wanda: This is sooooo cute! And I mean Y/N and Bucky, not you and Tony. Ya’ll are weird.

Nat: I second that.

Tony: HOW DARE U WANDA! BUT OMG BUCKY AND Y/N!!

Thor: I, how do you say? Ship it!

Clint: What do you mean “how do you say”? I SHIP IT.

Clint: THAT’S EXACTLY HOW YOU SAY I SHIP IT. WHICH YOU CLEARLY KNOW HOW TO SAY CAUSE YOU JUST SAID IT.

Clint: SO DON’T SAY ‘HOW DO YOU SAY’, FOR THINGS YOU CLEARLY KNOW HOW TO SAY.

Steve: are you okay?

Nat: Oh my god, Clint.

Y/N: TMPGIS 😉

Tony: Dude…

Wanda: Not cool.

Vision: How could you say that to Thor?

Clint: I’m sorry… I’ve been watching this show lately and it’s getting to me.

Y/N: 😏😏😏

Tony: Y/N when will you be here?

Y/N: 5 minutes

Bucky: WHAT DID I JUST SAY

Bucky: Y/N NO

Bucky: YOU NEED REST

Bucky: TONY I’LL FIGHT YOU, DON’T TEST YOUR INVENTION ON THEM

Bucky: I’M ALMOST THERE JUST WAIT

Y/N: Chill.

Wanda: A man in love cannot chill.

Bucky: what

Bucky: who told you I’m in love with Y/N

Bucky: was it steve

Bucky: he’s lying

Nat: You just confirmed it.

Wanda: I don’t even have to poke around in your mind to tell you what’s already so obvious!

Clint: What would be their ship name though?

Wade has joined the chat.

Wade: Hello there, beautiful. Yeah. You. The one reading this.

Clint: What the… Who are you talking to?

Wade: Ignore the bird man. The ship name is up to you. I’m sure you can guess why.

Clint: I can come up with one!

Wade: NO YOU CAN’T CLINT, NO. YOU. CAN’T.

Wade: Maybe reply, or reblog with your ship name. I would tell you my ship name but the author is trying to make it PG-13 for fuuu - fudges sake.

Clint: FIRST OF ALL, HOW DO YOU KEEP GETTING IN THE CHATROOMS?!?! SECOND, WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?!?!

Clint: WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS, WADE? WHY DO YOU DO THIS?

Wade: YOU KNOW WHAT, CLINT?!

Wade: I’LL BE BACK TO FINISH THIS, IN A NON PG13 CHAT. JUST YOU WAIT!

Wade has left the chat.

Y/N: Nobody mention what just happened here. Tony you will have to test out your invention another time. Bucky if you’re still coming over can we watch Y/F/M?

Bucky: Of course. Anything for you.

Nat: OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP!

Tony: OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP!

Y/N: Natasha!

Nat: You’re not the only one who ships things around here :P

Steve: What else do you ship?

Nat: Your shield and Tony’s face.

Tony: I DIDN’T MEAN TO DELETE YOUR PLAYLIST!

Nat: Suuuuuuure you didn’t.

Tony: You’re being sarcastic, right? I can’t tell on the chat.

Tony has added Bruce.

Bruce: I am now Captain of the Y/N and Bucky Ship fanclub.

Bucky: Please stop.

Y/N: No… go on. Tell me more.

Thor: Who made you Captain? I want to be Captain!

Vision: No, I do!

Wanda: Is vice-captain available?

Bruce: Yes, Wanda. You can be vice-captain.

Thor: UNACCEPTABLE, THERE WAS NO INTERVIEWS OR AUDITIONS!

Vision: This is rigged!

Y/N: When did you guys get like this…?

Thor: I WILL BATTLE YOU FOR POSITION OF CAPTAIN!

Bruce: Do you really want to Thor? DO YOU REALLY WANT TO? I MEAN IT’S NOT LIKE I’M THE HULK OR ANYTHING!

Thor: SHALL WE TAKE IT OUTSIDE?

Tony: Oh good, they won’t wreck the base.

Clint: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!

Bruce has left the chat.

Thor has left the chat.

Clint: I’m going to watch!

Clint has left the chat.

Phil has joined the chat.

Phil: Amateurs. Oh. Hi Steve.

Steve: Coulson.

Phil: Your fan club has reached over 500K members.

Steve: Good job, Coulson. Keep it up.

Phil: Thank you.

Phil has left the chat.

Nat: Okay what

Y/N: Another thing we should never mention. EVER.

Bucky: Y/N, I’m outside.

Y/N: Okay, one sec.

Tony: As Steve would say… FONDUE TIME

Vision: According to statistics, now is the most common time when babies are conceived.

Wanda: I would love to plan the wedding!

Nat: Me too!

Tony: Okay but imagine their kids dressed up as us on Halloween?

Steve: Couple goals.

Nat: Please, don’t ever say that again.

Y/N: Right. So. I’m going to go have some soup now.

Y/N: P.S … Bucky gives the best cuddles. Have fun with that.

Y/N has left the chat.

Tony: WHAT, NO WAIT WHAT Y/N COME BACK. I NEED MORE DETAILS IS THIS FOR REAL. IS MY OTP FOR REAL?!?

Bucky has left the chat.

Vision: ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Wanda: STEVE GO ASK BUCKY RIGHT NOW

Steve: I can’t just go now!

Nat: NOW!

Steve: Okay I’m going!

Steve has left the chat.

Tony: I HAVE TO GO TELL CLINT

Tony has left the chat.

Vision: It is so rare for ones OTP to come true. I am glad I witnessed it happening.

Vision has left the chat.

Wanda: NAT SHOULD WE GO SPY

Wanda: Can you hack Y/N’s phone?

Nat: Yes, let’s go!

Nat: Wait. I haven’t seen Sam today. Have you?

Wanda: Nope. Last I heard he was going to go try to prank Loki.

Nat: Huh. Well, let’s hope he’s okay.

Wanda has left the chat.

Nat has left the chat.

Having been the witness to a truly revolting Twitter exchange between people I am proud to call friends/fellow creators and a younger subset of the fandom who somehow finds us all disgusting, I would like to point out three reasons for their behavior:

1.       They have no patience/imagination. Instantaneous access to information on multiple platforms has made the majority of the populace significantly less patient overall, but the younger members of fandom especially so.  Their lack of patience and their lack of imagination leads them to write 582 word “one-shots” that end before the couple kiss and they bleat ad nauseum about their couples being endgame and canon as if that is some sort of defining status for OTPs that renders all others inferior.  It’s ridiculous, of course, because those of us who have been in fandom since the fanzine days know how many zillions of hours we spent in chat rooms poring over the latest episodes, interviews, and articles for every scrap of subtext or how many thousands of words we wrote trying to capture that heart-wrenching hurt/comfort moment when the surly, grumpy brunette realizes how in love she is with the innocent, prone-to-kidnapping blonde.  A canon f/f ship was unheard of and we didn’t care. We still don’t.  Give me a non-canon couple with chemistry, a decent, workable relationship, and longing looks and I will ship it harder than any weak tea canon wannabe equivalent.  Canon is not now and never has been a measuring stick for any f/f couple’s validity.  

2.       They see any woman over 30 in the same way they see their mothers—disrespectfully and misogynistically.  The only women over 30 these girls have exposure to on a regular basis are their mothers, aunts, grandmothers, and teachers.  They notoriously see them only in one role and cannot ascribe to them any other role, lest their tiny little minds explode. In their minds, a woman cannot simultaneously be a mother and a sexual being with a serious—let’s say—praise!kink because they absolutely do not want to think of their own mothers in that way. I was twelve once.  I remember how disrespectfully I treated my mother, too. Here’s the thing, though—I grew up. I became older than 30 and I was still sexual, still vibrant, still in possession of all my sexual cravings, and—most importantly—still 110% into fandom and its culture.  Which brings me to my third reason for their behavior…

3.       Fear.  When you are that young and that ageist and you find out that there are women—GASP—over 30 in your fandom, you start to realize that these same women who all have vivacious, energetic, active imaginations and who contribute to fandom with fic or art or gifsets, etc. could be your English teacher, or your aunt, or your mom’s best friend, or the nurse at your doctor’s office, or—GASP—your own mother.  Mrs. Aiken, droning on about proofs and vectors and graphing in your 4th period geometry class might actually be a fandom favorite on Tumblr who likes to genderbend River Song from story to story in her fic just to see how many different Doctors she can surprise.  Mrs. Bennett who lives across the street and always buys full-sized Snickers for Halloween might really be your fandom’s most prolific Coffee Shop AU writer who has a penchant for fluff and the occasional babyfic.  Or your own mother, who makes you clean your room and says you spend too much time on your phone, might have had another life as a slash writer when the Internet was still new and fandoms still talked via mailing list—except maybe she wrote Kirk/Spock slash and was way more into angst than you.  I mean, you had to get it from somewhere, right?

In conclusion, enjoy your youth while you have it, kiddos.  One day, you’ll be the “gross” one in the fandom and you’ll write one of these missives to a gaggle of snot-nosed teenagers, too.  Or maybe you won’t.  Maybe you’ll think back on your own absolutely appalling manners and your utterly vile narrow-mindedness and you’ll be too fucking embarrassed to say a word.

Obviously that’s not your problem right now—though maybe it should be.