who really cares eh

  • me before the superbowl: eh I don't really care, who even are the falcons
  • me as the superbowl is starting: I'd love to see Tom Brady lose though
  • me at half-time: CALL 9-1-1 I'M WITNESSING A MURDER
  • me w/ five minutes left: CAW CAW MOTHERFUCKERS!!!1!!!1!!11!

you know what i’m sick of people talking down on this draft class because they don’t have a mcdavid or matthews. you don’t think anyone from this draft class is ever gonna win a player award. okay first off, that is literally impossible to tell because you aren’t psychic so you shouldn’t be saying dumb stuff like that and secondly, in a league that is convinced for some fucking reason that any individuality needs to be sniffed out, do the player awards even matter because you obviously don’t care about individuals, otherwise you’d push your players to have more individuality and to be themselves. seems like a conflict of interest tbh. there are plenty of amazing players in the league rn who will never win an individual award and guess what players like that are gonna come out of this draft

just because none of them are the next hockey jesus or the sole saviour of a franchise doesn’t mean they aren’t going to become great players so sit down, shut your mouth and wait for an intelligent thought to come into your head before you say anything else thank you kindly

Bad days

pairing: calum x best friend!y/n

word count: 1,182

s/o to my bitch liz for giving me this idea.. love you hoe

kinda short but eh who really cares about size its the content that fucking matters ok

requests are always open! hope you enjoy xx

Something was wrong.

You just knew it the second he came back from soundcheck earlier today, he was off his game. He walked straight into the dressing room when it was done, ignoring the jeers he was receiving from his friends behind him, slamming the door shut and refusing to talk to him. You had been on your phone when he walked in, and the slamming noise startled you, causing you to whip your head up and stare at Calum with a confused face. He just ignored your presence, continuing to shed his t-shirt he was wearing and take a seat on the couch adjacent from yours. While he stared at the ceiling with both hands stuck in his hair in a frustrating way, you continued to stare at him, contemplating whether or not to ask him about it.

So you didn’t.

You got up from your comfortable position, not daring to look at Calum as if it would set him off (you knew to keep your distance from any of the boys when they had their off days). You closed the door behind your softly and were met with 3 grinning dorks.

“Why is Calum in a bad mood?” You asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest. This was your best friend you were talking about–and by the looks of their faces they had something to do with his behavior. 

Luke just shrugged, taking a sip of water. “He’s just having an off day and he kept missing notes during soundcheck. A few fans called him out on it so he’s bummed I guess.”

“Did you say anything to him?” You quizzed.

Ashton nodded. “Yeah, we agreed with the fans, in all honesty. But he knew we were just joking around.”

“You’re all assholes.” You said, shaking your head and brushing past them.

From then on you hadn’t spoken to Calum, and here you were, loitering in the sound booth and watching the show, enjoying it as always, but you couldn’t really get into it like you usually did–Calum was worrying you. You wished you had confronted him about his disposition, but you didn’t want to make him mad or anything. Usually keeping your distance from him helps in situations like these, as he just blows off steam and is fine by the next day. 

However, you did notice Calum’s frustration throughout the night. He kept missing notes just as Luke had mentioned about soundcheck, forgot the lyrics to Amnesia and it looked to you like he was playing the bass riff to Jet Black Heart for the first half of Vapor (being Calum’s best friend, he had taught you a few songs on bass and you could notice the slight difference). Everything seemed to be going wrong, mixing everything up and just frustrating himself further. You hated how he seemed to beat himself up onstage in between songs, furrowing his eyebrows and shaking his head at himself, clenching his fists by his side. 

Before She Looks So Perfect ended, you scurried out of the sound booth, flashing your backstage pass to the guards and allowing yourself into the dressing room, waiting for Calum to come offstage so you could talk to him and potentially help him.

And the second the door burst open, Ashton, Michael and Luke came in, quickly changed into clothes less sweaty, and headed out again. Without a word. Calum trailed behind like a lost dog, closing the door and falling against it. His arms were placed over his head as ragged breaths left his mouth. His breathing started to pick up and become uneven, and before you knew it, he was getting choked up, hiccuping ever so slightly now and again. 

“Calum?” You asked cautiously, pushing yourself off the couch and approaching him.

He pushed himself away from the door forcefully, facing you with blood shot eyes and his cheeks glimmering with a sheen of tears. The sight of him broke your heart. “Calum, it’s okay.” You said, pulling him into a hug and allowing him to cry softly into your shoulder. 

“I dunno what happened today, Y/N. But my mind was all over the place and I couldn’t focus.” He explained to you through sobs. “I was shit out there.”

“You were not shit, Calum. Every person in that audience tonight had the best time of their lives and I know they thought you did amazing.” You said. “So what if you missed a few notes here and there? Who cares?”

“I care, Y/N!” He exclaimed. “Even at soundcheck I knew tonight was gonna be a bad show, and it’s like I did nothing to try and change it. I’m so fucking unfocused and tired and goddamn, I just want to sleep for like a solid week and not talk to anyone and just be with you.”

“Hey, tour’s almost over and I promise you can have all the time off you want.”

“That’s not the point, Y/N…” He trailed off, not wanting to fully open up to you. Though you had no idea why he was acting so off lately, he knew exactly why. It was you. Everything about you he was so wrapped up in, and knowing that you two were just friends killed him. He wished things were different between the two of you, where he could hug you and hold you all day long, and show you how much he truly loved you. But he couldn’t. “The point is, there’s things in life I can’t change sometimes. And it pisses me off.”

“But everything’s going to be okay, Calum. You had a bad day, a few stupid fans called you out at soundcheck and your friends were just teasing around. None of that really matters, okay? All that matters is you put all your heart into your performance and even if you messed up a few times, you still killed it tonight.”

He choked out a laugh, one of those laughs where he was amused with your sad attempt at cheering him up. “Y/N, I was paying Jet Black Heart during Vapor. That’s not just messing up.”

“But look on the bright side, I bet you played that riff perfectly even if it was during the wrong song.” 

His top teeth sunk into his trembling bottom lip, his dark brown eyes hiding behind his eyelids as he shook his head. “You don’t understand.”

“Maybe I don’t,” You forfeited. “But it was just a bad day. I promise after you get a good night’s sleep, tomorrow you’ll feel much better.”

“Can you sleep in my bunk tonight?” He asked, looking at you with pleading eyes.

You let out a quiet giggle. “I’m not sure how much room I take up on one of those small bunks, but sure.” You nodded, making him crack a small smile–one you hadn’t seen in a while.

“Thanks, Y/N.” He said, hugging you once more.

You hugged him back tightly, grinning as you felt him kiss the top of your head gently. “Anything for you, Cal.”

Part 2

After seeing The Answer, i want to see a fight scene in which Garnet is forced to fight the other two Rubies, bonus points if Yellow Diamond, to further twist the knife in the wound, had them paired in fusions, basically Garnet VS two evil ‘Garnets’. 


anonymous asked:

You seem like those people who don't really care for the news of celebs's private lives, are you?

eh not really. it’s their private life and i don’t really stalk or google a bunch of facts about my faves