why am i not famous or something

i know it’s kind of a meme in the fandom that viktor thought making A SCENE and greeting yuuri naked in japan but i think that was completely unintentional? which makes it even funnier imo?

allow me to explain

i don’t know exactly how long after yuuri’s video went viral that this scene happens, but it’s safe to say that at least a couple of days passed? perhaps a week or a bit more, even though the anime makes it look like it’s on the next day?

so he’s been avoiding the media for days, keeping his phone off so absolutely nobody’s going to be able to reach him until people forget about this madness 

which means he’s also entirely clueless about the rumors of viktor being his coach

and it makes it so much funnier because we know yuuri’s dad doesn’t know jack shit about figure skating, and viktor doesn’t know how to speak japanese AND IT WAS PROBABLY TOSHIYA WHO FIRST TALKED TO VIKTOR WHEN HE ARRIVED AT YU-TOPIA?

TOSHIYA IF YOU’D ONLY GET INTO YOUR SON’S ROOM, LOOKED AROUND AND DID THE MATH YOU WOULD KNOW

so what has happened was probably something like “i have no idea what you’re saying mr. foreign-dude but you’re probably here for our famous onsen so yes make yourself comfortable” which viktor, tired as fuck from his travel (a long ass flight from st. petersburg to tokyo, probably? plus the train from tokyo to hasetsu?) GLADLY ACCEPTS

hell yeah i’m going to enjoy the fuck out of his hot spring

since yuuri is nowhere to be seen why not take some time to relax after a long travel, am i right

it’s not like viktor would understand if yuuri’s parents were to say “oh yes yuuri is holed up in his bedroom but he’ll come out eventually” so as viktor is pretty sure he found the right place and that yuuri is there he’ll just wait and have a nice soak meanwhile

AND THEN YUURI JUST BARGES INTO THE ROOM WHERE VIKTOR IS BATHING

well, this was not how i had planned this to go but here you are?

AND OF COURSE, STANDING UP WAS COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY BUT VIKTOR BASICALLY INVENTED BEING EXTRA AND… LET ME SHOW YOU MY HOT BOD BECAUSE I GOT TO SEE YOUR ALMOST-EVERYTHING AT THE BANQUET SO I THINK IT’S FAIR YOU GET TO SEE ME NOW AM I RIGHT??? 

in viktor’s mind, yuuri is this extroverted, outgoing party animal he got to know at the banquet and was absolutely mesmerized by, so he probably thinks yuuri’s going to be alright with this extra introduction? also knowing yuuri lives and probably worked at the onsen for a while viktor maybe just assumes he’s probably unfazed by nudity?

oh viktor, little did you know

it just gets funnier the more you look into it

Love Unintentional

Originally posted by ohstylesno

Anonymous asked: Hey, I was thinking maybe you could write about Harry and Y/N being celebrities and having to do a PR stunt. They both hate PR stunts because they are in love with their current girlfriend/boyfriend (which r okay with the PR stunt). Harry and Y/N end up falling for each other.

Word Count: 2973

A/M:  This idea was amazing anon! I might have tweaked it a little bit, but thank you so much for sending it to me! I’m sorry it took forever for me to get this up. There will be a part two. Hope you enjoy! Tell me if you do! :) Xxx

*Other Parts: Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six


You insisted on putting the last touches of your makeup yourself, now finishing your look with the right shade of red. 

“What do you think?” You asked turning to your boyfriend as you did a little spin to show off your dress. 

“You look great. Always do.” He said barely looking up. 

You crossed your arms and gave him an annoyed look. 

“What?” He asked half annoyed, “You ask the same thing every time, and ever since you started "going out” with him it’s become routine.“

"Not going to wish me luck?" 

"Luck on what? It’s another date with him isn’t it?”

“It’s a premier. I’m kind of nervous actually. It’s my first one”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine. You’ve gone through this kind of thing before." 

You rolled your eyes, "Whatever. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said waving him off 

 

It had been the routine for the last 6 months. You had become a rising star within the last two year; a star that came to the level of popularity that your agent had decided that it’d be good for you if you were to have a “fake boyfriend.” But never in your wildest dreams did you think that this fake boyfriend would be Harry Styles.

 

—7 months ago—

“What on earth would he get out of "dating” me?“ 

"Well,” your agent started, “He’s obviously very famous and popular around the world, and you need the publicity. You're this close,” he said giving a hand gesture that showed the small distance he was referring to, “This close to being the next huge thing. If you do this with Harry, it will prolong your career." 

You sighed, "Again, that wasn’t my question. What does Harry get out of it? I’m not that famous. What benefit does he get?”

Your agent frowned, “I thought you liked him. I thought you’d be thrilled to "go out” with him.“

"I am! He’s great, he’s cute. But more importantly he’s a genuine guy. I have met him before. I just want to know why. I don’t want to completely take advantage of him." 

He heaved a deep sigh, "You attract a certain audience and style and it’s something that his agent seems to like as well to broaden his own audience like he will for you.”

You were able to breathe a little easier, now knowing more about this seemingly odd situation. Even if it was something that’s been done since the very beginning of Hollywood and the fame industry. 

 

“Alright. I’ll agree to it if he agrees to it. But you know, we have to talk to [Y/BF/N] about this. I don’t know how he’ll react to something like this.” And you started to feel anxious at the thought. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll talk to him about it.” Your agent said, “Also we’ll have to meet with Harry and his agent to discuss the ground rules. You said you’ve met him before right?”

You nodded, “At a party about 2 months ago." 

"Good. I’ll call you when we’ll be meeting with him. It’s also when we’ll discuss how we’ll bring you two into the public eye.”

“Whoa. Hold on, shouldn’t we wait until he agrees to being my "boyfriend”?“

He gave a look, "Wait I didn’t mention it? He already has." 

"What? Oh. Well alright.”

Everything had be sorted out beforehand, and you and Harry had met to see what you would both agree upon. The terms for the relationship were both simple and basic.

No sex.

No spontaneous PDA 

And no spontaneous trips away. 

Everything had to have been planned and known beforehand. 

 

You didn’t have a doubt in your mind. The rules were too easy. You both were already taken. This was simply work. 

 

The first few times a month after the idea and rules were laid out, you had both made it look easy. But it wasn’t quite the “young love” that people thought it would be.

But your agents and the managing teams had an idea to make the relationship seem more believable. 

So this time the scene was set- a table near a window of a very public restaurant. The lighting was very dim just enough to enhance the candlelight that was at every table, but the focus on you and Harry was very clear. 

The place wasn’t busy… yet; but with the whispers of people nearby, including the staff, you knew that the plan was working and that by the time you were to both walk out,  the paparazzi would be everywhere. 

 

Just as planned. You thought. 

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anonymous asked:

They weren't written by the same human. The tattoo artist wrote Given a chance. We've known this for three years. But then again, you have been wrong before in your professional opinion as a tattoo artist, so I'm not surprised.

Your tone is super snotty. Just fyi. Not sure why you’d take a tone like that with a stranger online but HEY. 

1. I can think of multiple times I’ve tattooed something in someone else’s handwriting and later or publicly said it was my own or a printed font because the client wanted to keep the source private. Usually with grieving relatives. The artist saying that about a client as famous as Louis doesn’t surprise me at all??? When you tattoo someone famous people come at you with all sorts of questions and to protect the client you don’t go SPREADING SHIT.

2. Even if I am wrong, it’s a fucking PROFESSIONAL OPINION?  it’s not fact that’s why I called it an OPINION, no need to be douchey? I’m just saying, as someone whose made tons of stencils and altered handwriting clients brought in to be tattooable, that if I knew NOTHING about the situation and someone asked me if they were the same handwriting or inspired by the same hand writing I’d be like “yeah.” The end. 

3. I’m glad you know more about my job than I do! :)))))

Yuri on Ice characters as things me and my friends have said at lunch

Phichit: “That sounded like a dying hamster! Not that I know what that sounds like. I don’t want to know either…*stares off into the distance, a sad look in his eyes*”

Guang Hong: *literally any time something funny happens* “I’m writing this down! I’m going to animate this! It’s going to make me a famous Youtuber!”

Yuuri: *staring forlornly into soda* “Why am I so…so…SINGLE?!?????”

Viktor: *puts hand on Yuuri’s shoulder* “I’ll be gay for you, Yuuri.”

Yurio: “If you turn gay for Katsudon my opinion of you will go from here-” *raises hand about to eye level* “to here.” *gets up and puts hand on chair*

Chris: “WILL SOMEONE MAKE OUT WITH ME ALREADY?! How can I still be single like THIS????????”

((We all complain about being single…a lot… 😂😂😂😂))

JJ: “I’ll rule the world one day…and when I’m in charge I’ll forcibly relocate you to Antarctica.”

Leo: “You’re all shouting so loud I can’t hear the music!” *everyone quiets down and the Tetris theme is now audible*

Seung-Gil: “I don’t trust cafeteria food, and here’s why. This was the most traumatic experience I’ve had as far as food goes. So in third grade I got a burger from the school cafeteria, I bit into it and it tasted like GRASS. It was disgusting! That’s not a real burger!!! They should be required to let you know if you’re about to eat lawn clippings!”

Minami: “I can’t calm down, he just dazzled me with his video game prowess! If you had seen that you would know how beyond awesome that was.”

Yakov: “Sometimes I wonder why I sit with you all.”

Otabek: “Will you guys get me arrested? I can see it. Does that mean I’m going to leave you? *holds up hands* You cuff Yurio, Officer, you’re cuffing me too.”

Tattoo

Requested: No.

Kind of winging it. Enjoy.

****

A shaky breath was soon released from my body as we awaited for the tattoo artist to return. My body was shaking with nerves and nothing was seeming to calm me down. I’ve never gotten a tattoo before, even after claiming for years that I always really wanted one.

It’s just always been something that I’ve procrastinated upon and held back - always seeming to make up an extremely lame excuse as to why I couldn’t get a tattoo any time soon but really, I was just nervous.

But here I am, standing directly in the center of a tattoo parlor with a pounding heart and shaky hands. The only reason I actually had the guts to drive down and be here right now was because Justin practically begged me to come and get one.

I disagreed at first but it wasn’t long before he was sending me his famous smirk and offering me a deal I was willing to accept. If I got a tattoo, he would get one as well. Or rather - another tattoo. He’s already gotten many before, so I don’t really understand why it made me feel better that he was recieving one wih me. But it did.

So thats how I got stuck, being a nervous wreck in the middle of a well decorated Tattoo parlor.

“Relax baby. Don’t be nervous.” Justin assured from the tattoo chair besides me.

In an unconvincing gasp of a high pitched voice, I managed to squeak. “What makes you think I’m nervous?”

Justin only looked down on me as if I were a child who had missed the obvious point, “For one, you’ve sighed around 15 times. You keep tapping your foot on the ground and when your nervous your voice gets higher.” He pointed out.

Damn, why must my boyfriend know me so well.

I sighed, soon shutting my mouth with wide eyes when he threw me a pointed stare. Make that 16 sighs.

Finally Justin fell acomb to defeat - finally realising that maybe I was a little more nervous then he anticipated me to be. “Babe, It dosen’t hurt that much.” He sympathetically granted me a lopsided smile.

Though only two words seem to stick in my head, “That much?! ” I exclaimed.

Justin blew a sigh of his own. “Yes Y/N. I’m not going to go ahead and start ranting about how painless this is and that it dosen’t hurt at all because then I would just be lying.”

Well that’s a great thing to say to a person who’s just about to get a tattoo, already fearing for there potential life ahead. Okay maybe I’m exaggerating just a little but still - really Justin? Thanks for the pep talk.

Mental eyeroll.

Though he continued. “But its nothing you can’t handle. Believe me. I wouldn’t force you to do anything I didn’t think you couldn’t handle.” He assured. At the sweet words, I smiled at boyfriend, nodding my head.

Thats when the tattoo artist returned from wherever he had gone, a few items in hand. One being what looked like a cloth and the other being a gauze roll.

I pointed towards the roll. “What’s that for?” I asked.

The bulky tattoo artist who was seemingly sheeted in tattoos himself, flicked his eyes towards me and grinned sweetly. “Gotta wrap it up in something when we’re done. Its stops the blood from seeping into your shirt.” He explained.

My eyes shot towards Justins in a split second, feeling my heart sink further into my chest “BLOOD ?!”

Justin’s face fell amused, and he let out a strangled chuckle. Yeah, well, I was going to strangle him. “Relax baby girl.” He smiled

The tattoo artist laughed heartedly and seeped his eyes over to Justin’s, a finger extended to point back at me. “First time?”

Justin sighed. “You have no idea.” I pouted and he smirked at my expression.

The man laughed and made his way over to my seat, where he then proceeded to place the items in hand on a metal table besides him. The table extended out to a bulky looking machine, I presumed to be the tattoo gun and at the sight of the monstrous looking device, I gulped.

My eyes subconsciously trailed over to glare at Justin, realising that a woman who I assumed to be another tattoo artist had approached him and began asking questions about the tattoo he wanted to get. Thankfully, Justin and I had already discussed this topic.

“So, what can I do for you today?” The artist asked in a deep southern accent.

I slid a hand in my pocket, pulling out the sketch I had drawn and handed it over to the man.

His eyes flickered over it a few times, nodding in appreciation at the work. I did take an art class or two. Okay thats a lie, I’m an art major. “Does it have a meaning?” He asked.

“There isn’t too much meaning to it, but it represents him,” I pointed towards Justin. “And nobility.”

“Nobility?” He nodded. “I like it.” The tattoo artist smiled. “Wheres it going?”

“Just below my left collar bone.” I answered

He smiled. “Alright, you don’t have any problems with needles or anything?” He asked.

“….I don’t think so.” I hesitated.

“Alright, well if the pain gets too harsh to handle, just tell me and we can take a break.”

Thats when the flicker of the tattoo needle sounded, a light buzzing sound filling my ears as I watched the man pull the needle nearer and nearer to my skin until finally, it made contact with the thin layer of flesh by the bone.

I hissed, squinting my eyes as the man continued on with the tattoo. I’ll admit, it didn’t hurt as much as I anticipated it to be but It definitely was no walk in the park either.

Slowly but surely, managing to do so without moving my shoulder to much, I looked over at Justin who was just starting on his tattoo as well.




The artist wiped the last bit of blood off with the folded up cloth as he finished up the tattoo, turning off the machine. I sighed in relief noticing that the session had come to an end and opened my eyes which were glossy with tears.

With the back of my hand, I managed to wipe away the tears scattered across my eyes quick enough before the man could notice and thats when I heard him say. “Alright sweetheart, all done. Take a look.”

I slowly but surely shifted my neck to crease down at my newly tattooed skin by my collarbone. And at the peice of ink scorned permanently across my chest, I quealed. It was amazing, just how I imagined it. I smiled, looking over to the artist who was admiring the masterpiece he had created on my chest.

“Its amazing! Thank you!” I exclaimed.

“No problem. Wasn’t too bad, was it?” He asked.

With the squint of my eyes, I shrugged. “It hurt, but not as much as I was expecting it too.”

He smiled, nodding his head. “Would you do it again?” He asked.

Would I? “Yeah. I mean, I love tats. I’ve just always been too afraid to come and catually get one. But now that I’ve done it and I know that its not as bad, yeah. Definitely.” I smiled.

“Good. Lot of people get turned off after there first tat.”

“Well, not me.” I laughed.

“Good to know.” His eyes shifted over to Justin, “Well, looks like your boyfriend’s done.”

I followed the man’s eyes over to where Justin sat, also looking down on his freshly completed tattoo. A smile adorned my face in admiration of my boyfriend, just as the tattoo artist began wrapping up my tattoo, which may I say sat quite awkwardly, considering the position it was in. But soon enough, we had paid for the tattoo’s and left the parlor.

The next morning

Justin and I stood around our friends, smiling as they all eagerly watched and waited. We haven’t really taken our bandages off since we received our tattoo’s so this was really a surprise for everyone. All our friends were here. Ryan, Chaz, Hailey, Kendall, Maejor, my best friend Avery, Justin and I’s parents, even Justin’s manager - Scooter.

“Ready?” We both smiled.

Everyone nodded.

Justin and I shot each other a quick glance before slowly beginning to remove our own bandages off, finally revealing our settled tattoos. My smile fell so wide at the look of my own, and I was quick to jot over and glance at Justin’s. It was perfect and I don’t think we could have chosen better tattoo’s. Everyone stared in awe, wowing at the final result.

“They look so good!” Maejor yelled.

“They do look really good sweetie.” Pattie smiled.

“Thanks. I really like them.” Justin replied. “What about you?”

Looking down at our tattoo’s once more, I grinned wide. “I love them.”

They were perfect.

Fit for a king and a queen.

amor proibido iii

Special thanks to @mercyonmendes for writing the Shawn blurb!

Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes - Fall Out Boy

Deep breath. I can do this. I have done nothing wrong at this point. Everything is good. My life is absolutely fucking amazing.

I can have this conversation with the man I am going to be marrying and not let on some kid tried to kiss me. Okay, he is not just some kid now…but whatever. I have a fiance and I love him. End of story.

I sit down on the edge of the bed, running a hand over my face and listening to Landon go on and on about his day. He is telling me about how hard his job is working at his dad’s company where he pretty much does nothing all day and how shitty his night was because he had to come home alone to an empty house because of my fucking job stealing me away from the worst time. Yet again, it is another ten minutes of listening to him talk only about himself and not even ask me about everything major. Even though he knows how much of a big deal this article is, Landon will always be more important than me. 

“Listen…” I say, trying to let on how much stress I am under from this shit show of my life. “I will call you tomorrow because I am exhausted. I just want to crawl into bed and fall asleep.”

Landon says, “I don’t like having to sleep when you aren’t next to me. What am I supposed to do when I want someone to make my dick hard?”

I think he thinks it is sexy, but I just find it annoying. I would never let on so I say, “Just know I am thinking of you, babe.” It is partially true. “I will be home in a few days and we can more than make up for any lost time, okay?”

“I love you, talk to you soon, sweetheart.”

“You too,” I reply, ending the call and lying back.

There is now a special place in hell for me. 


My phone chirps with a text early the next morning Concert day.

It is from an unknown number, but it must be someone related to this whole debacle because otherwise I am going to think there is someone stalking me. And trust me, I am not worth anyone’s time at all. In fact, I am a rather shitty person. Last night was the perfect case in point. 

I could just ignore the text because I have a lot of work to do in starting my article. I am going to be spending most of my day writing and planning because I have to attend this concert tonight as well. I have to write about the concert and still do one more interview with him tomorrow. Then I will be able to go home the day after and act like he never kissed me. It was just a stupid kiss, and I pushed him away. It means nothing at all. 

Who is this? I type back, sitting up in bed and debating about whether or not I want to make the trip down to have some kind of food or just have it delivered. I mean, work is going to pay for it but I don’t even know what I would choose.

A picture of a sleepy eyed Shawn appears on my screen, his hair askew and his lids half closed. 

Holy fuck. 

What the fuck is this kid doing? He has no reason to be texting me. I could ask how he got my number, but I am sure he has his ways since he is fucking famous. Also, why am I like half turned on by a photo of him lying in bed? There is something very wrong with me, and I am going to be atoning for these thoughts for a very long time.

I throw my phone down, deciding to take a shower and get dressed. Maybe he will get the hint if I don’t say anything. He is trying to get under my skin, but I need him to be as distant as possible. I have a fiance, and I have a life. This is going to be good for me as long as I don’t mess it up, but Shawn is making it so fucking hard.

Returning to my phone, I see two messages.

You don’t seem pleased to know I have your number.

I am not going to apologize for kissing you.

Fuck my life.

This is my fucking job, and I don’t have time for some fucking kid to think it is okay to mess with me as a joke. I am not interested in you. Please stop.

Oh, my god. I am such a fucking liar.

I bet you look beautiful in the morning.

FUCK. He is trying to be sweet. Okay, deep breath. He is just full shit and trying to get you to sleep with him. There is nothing genuine about his words, right?

You are so full of shit. No wonder your eyes are so brown.

So you noticed my eyes? Yours are gorgeous. You are gorgeous. I’ll see you tonight at the concert, yeah?

Go fuck yourself. It’s my job. That’s all. 

I want to fuck you. Tonight.

Holy shit. What the fuck is my life even?


Shawn

Sitting on the edge of the bed in my hotel room, I mindlessly strummed my guitar as I gazed out at the city and wallowed in my own frustration. I wasn’t even sure why I was frustrated. 

Her evident frustration was justified: I was an arrogant, irritating little prick to her. I also wasn’t sure why I did that either. It had been such a habit to crank up the sexually heated charm that it had now become second nature to me whether I wanted it to or not. But hey, I am still essentially a teenage guy. This was normal, right? 

 A heavy sigh escaped my lungs and I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the ends in confusion. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t focus my mind on anything but her. Meeting attractive girls every day was a job requirement so obviously I was struck by some of them. Again, reiterating the hormonal teen part. But she was different. Could it be because she was an older woman? I did have a thing for that. God, do I have mommy issues? Is that even a thing? I cut off my own incessant rambling thoughts with a loud groan which prompted Geoff to bang on the adjoining wall and mutter something crude. Ignoring him, I loudly strummed the opening chords for Roses that I had just written down and released my pent up disgruntlement in the only way I knew how. I sang.


The concert is insane. The crowd is enormous, and Shawn seems more than ready. Looking from backstage, I can see the people waiting for the show to begin. It must be one of most exhilarating sensations in the world to be able to perform in front of so many. It reminds of how one day I would love for to be a writer everyone is reading. This is my first step there. A good beginning. There is the chaos of setting up the show and everyone making sure everything is perfect. Trying to stay out of the way, I roam back to Shawn’s dressing room.

Instead of finding his normal posse, he is just sitting there alone with his guitar. He looks otherworldly, just strumming softly and singing the words in his head. It has to be one of the most attractive things I have ever seen in a man. Not that he is a man… he is just a boy and…

“Can I ask you a few more questions before the shows starts, Shawn?” I ask, stepping towards him and breaking his concentration.

He looks up at me with a smile, placing the guitar down beside him. “Sure, why not,” he says.

I hesitantly sit down at a chair somewhat far away from him and tap my fingers on my knee. I don’t know why I wore this black dress because it’s way too short and too tight around my breasts. Then again, Landon was always telling me not to wear it so maybe this is my subtle fuck you to him. I know I look amazing. He just wants to fucking control me. 

“Do you have a favorite concert venue?” I ask, inwardly groaning at my shitty questions. Shawn is making me flustered to the point where I can’t even do my job properly. What I need is to have a few drinks during the concert so I can calm down and just forget about all of this weird tension we have going on. He has to know he is making me crazy. It is like he is doing it on purpose, trying to fuck with me and get me to notice him.

“I can’t hear you,” he says, leaning forward. His hair is perfectly done in messy perfection and he is wearing a charcoal button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black skinny jeans, his shoes are brand new all black Chucks. He looks fucking amazing. Not that I would tell him. And I probably should not be noticing?!

“You can hear me just fine,” I say and cross my arms over my chest, trying to cover my cleavage. However, it seems to make them more perky. Fuck. “Just answer my questions so you can play your damn show and this can all just be over for us, okay?”

Shawn raises an eyebrow. “Why do you hate me so much?”

“I don’t hate you, I just…”

“You just what?” he echoes, searching for answer I don’t fucking have.

This was just supposed to be a career maker. Not suddenly make me fucking confused about my entire life. He is a fucking teenager. I am a grown woman. He probably is reminded of his mom when he looks at me, there is no way he could be attracted to me. This is just a job I need to do so I can return to my life. My life where I have a fiance and a house and a job and all of these adult things. I am not someone who plays music all over the world and has this amazing, fun life all the fucking time. 

“Nothing.” I pause. “I don’t hate you. I don’t feel anything for you.” Lies. “This is just my job, and I want to do it well. This article is important to the both of us. You want to look good, and I am hoping this is going to help me be able to write more important stories.”

“You don’t look happy when you talk about your job,” Shawn says off handedly, like he can just see into my soul no big deal at all. “I don’t see the passion you are supposed to have. I am sure you have a passion for writing, but what do you really want?”

I don’t remember the last time anyone has asked what I wanted. It catches me off guard. “What.. what do you mean?”

“What do you want?” Shawn repeats, getting up and walking over to me. He looks down at me, waiting.

Without another word, I rise and look at him. “I want to be happy.”

“I am going on stage soon,” he whispers against my neck, tracing his lips along the curve and stopping right below my ear. His hands are moving lower than my waist now, lazily venturing towards his favorite place.

I try not to shiver at the sensation of his breath against my skin, but I feel those chills up and down my spine. He knows it too because there is a smirk on his face as he slowly slips his hand up my thigh, moving beneath my dress and locks his eyes with mine as though daring me to protest. I can already feel the moisture building between my legs and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

Gnawing my cheek to keep from alerting him about the status of my aching core, I just nod at him and keep my eyes on his. 

His hazel eyes bore into mine, anticipating something will happen soon. His lips ghost kisses beneath my ear before he delicately kisses the shell of my ear and whispers, “I am going to make sure you remember me while I am on stage.”

I just nod my head and arch my hips up to his hand, not quite sure how else I am supposed to behave while he seems to have rendered me speechless with just his touch and a few words strung together. It shows how well he can get beneath my skin, but it makes me wonder what he has in mind for me.

His hand slides down to my hip and he grips it tightly as he tilts my head so my lips are pressed against his, his kisses are deep and meaningful. He nibbles on my bottom lip eagerly, chuckling at his deviancy for a moment before I find myself completely melting into his advances.

I try to reach my hand out and slide it up his thigh, but he bats me away, stating, “I am in charge right now, and we are going to do what I say. Hands to yourself or else.”

It is hard for me to listen to him when there is this part of me that craves so badly to make him want me the way I tend to want him. I know he is turned on right now by the apparent bulge in his shorts. I want to run my hand up his leg and tease him, to feel his length in my hand and know I am the one who is able to make him so fucking hard. I want to do that more than anything else, but he cuts me off from that. Shawn has set up the parameters I am supposed to follow, but I am curious to know what could happen if I dare to break them. His fingers resume their journey, two of them pressing against the fabric of my lacy panties. He runs them over my clit, raising his eyebrow at me. Shawn adroit fingers skim over the damp area, and he tells me, “I made you so fucking wet, and I have barely even touched you.”

It is not something I want to admit out loud to him, but I adore the way he just tells me exactly how it is. The words coming from his mouth are so attractive and make me even wetter for him.

His thumb rubs my clit lazily, not trying to rush what he is planning. My hips buck up to meet his touch, and I still long to make him seem so desperate the way I am. Instead he gets to be all calm and collected while I am a total mess, which I do not think is very fair at all. “Shawn..I..” My hand stretches out to cup his erection, ready to alleviate the tension building between us.

He pauses for a moment, his eyes darkening as he stares down at my hand touching him. Shawn stops his motions, leaving me desperate for the finish. I can feel myself slowly getting closer, and he has just denied me the release. I want to grab his hand and force him to continue, or I could do it myself. But I find myself transfixed by his gaze as he takes my hand away and says to me, “And now you are going to have to learn your lesson the hard way. I warned you that you should not touch me. Hands to yourself was rather a simple command…” he sighs. “But now you are going to have to deal with the consequences of your actions.”

I expect him to take his hand away from me and say he is not going to allow me to experience any pleasure at all. It will be cruel, but I would not be surprise I want to kick myself for being so eager to touch him, but I could not help myself.  I fucked everything up. My hips begin to pull away from him, allowing him to pull his hand off. But he doesn’t do that.

Instead, he slides my dress up, sliding my panties off me with one hand, and tosses them on the floor. His index finger slips in between my folds, allowing him to feel more of the moisture he caused to grow from his actions. He moves his finger in and out of me for a moment before bringing it to his lips and gently licking it in front of me. “You taste so good,” he murmurs, “I. Want. More.”

There is no chance to speak before he has grabbed my legs and pulled my entire body towards him; he spreads my legs with his hand and guides my hips to his mouth.

His blue eyes gleam as he looks up at me before slowly taking his tongue and running it along my clit. He grips my thighs tightly, pushing them down onto the bed as he glances up at me with those hazel orbs while never taking his tongue off my wet center.

He takes one of his digits, sliding it inside of me and quickening the pace to match the movement of his tongue. I can feel my hips pressing towards him, small moans falling from my lips as I beg him to keep going. He nibbles my clit gently, using his fingers to probe on with his ministrations.

I can feel myself slowly getting closer to release as his tongue traces circles around my core, his own moans causing me to become even wetter. He removes his finger and brings it up to my mouth, instructing me with his eyes to lick it off for him. I take his finger between my lips and slowly suckle, hoping he is going to allow me to repay him soon.

“You are so beautiful,” Shawn whispers as she takes his finger back, now placing two inside of me. I can feel him going deeper, his knuckles brushing my folds and causing me to gasp at how intense he is causing me to feel. His mouth continues to tease my clit, lapping up the juices eagerly and making me feel as though I am going to completely lose it at any second. His fingers have found my g spot, carefully teasing it and causing me to gasp out his name. He has to know how unfair this is for me; I am feeling as though I am going to lose myself completely and he is just taking his sweet time. His tongue continues to flick at my clit greedily as my hips pump up against him from the combination of both mouth and hand.

“Shawn, please…” I beg, needing the overstimulation to stop. I need to release or I am just going to…

“Oh, so that is what you want, love?” he teases from between my thighs, slowly taking his mouth away from me.

I reach down to place his hand back to its previous position, but he raises his eyebrows at me and just repeats, “I told you twice about hands to yourself and now you don’t get to orgasm for me just yet.”

I stare at him dumbfounded as he takes his hand out of me and sits up for a moment, licking his fingers like a clever cat. His eyes flash with amusement as he sees the frustration furrow my brow, causing me to let out a groan. I close my legs, feeling the wetness dripping down my thighs and it makes me want to strangle him for being such a tease. There is nothing fair about bringing me so close and just stopping, but he seems utterly pleased with himself.

Just then, there is a knock on the door. “Shawn! Showtime!” 

He stands up, quickly wiping his face and looking at me. “Make sure you’re watching from backstage, I am sure you won’t be able to stop thinking of me.” He raises an eyebrow again before he leaves with guitar, leaving me standing there with trembling thighs and no panties on.


Standing stage side to Shawn is one of the best experiences I’ve had in a long time. He is pure talent and he has so much stage presence.  He just shines with the guitar and his voice is beautiful. It is hard to deny he is doing what makes him happy. But it brings up all of the thoughts running through my own mind right now. 

I have a fiance. And we are getting married in a month. Yet, I let Shawn…

Oh, my fucking god. What have I done?! This is the worst thing I have done yet, when everyone find out I am going to lose my job and be labelled a slut. Because Shawn is famous. And a man. he will be forgiven because boys will be boys. But I should know better because I am supposed to be a lady. Fucking double standards. Fuck society.

He has been looking at me all night too. The most intense eye contact in the world. I can feel his eyes on me no matter and that stupid smirk is glued onto his fucking face. I blush every time he looks at me because well… there is no way I am going to think of him as a kid any longer. He is a man who has given me the best head I have ever had. Because Landon thinks it’s only for “sepcial occasions”. Fuck that. Shawn seems like he would ravage the fuck out of me with that mouth all the time, ad I just…. I need to stop because this has already gone too far. He is just a kid, and I have a fiance. Nothing else can happen between us. 

“This song is for a very special person…” Shawn says, once again with the fucking intense eye contact. “It’s called “Roses.” “

And I have to be honest with you baby
Tell me If I’m wrong, and this is crazy
But I got you this rose
And I need to know
Will you let it die or let it grow?
Die or let it go?

Oh. My heart… what is happening? I barely know him. There is no way I am falling for Shawn Mendes. 

Right?

Will you let it die or let it grow?

He looks at me as the song finishes, and I realize my heart may slowly finding its way to unexpected happiness.

How the fuck am I going to tell him the truth now?

anonymous asked:

you mentioned that you know a good amount about ancient greece and i would love to hear you elaborate more on that!!! capri is kind of a weird blend of multiple time periods and cultural influences and i was wondering what you thought akielon society/culture/religion/economy/political structure would really look like? feel free to ramble i need my historical accuracy fix for this fandom 😅

Oh wow, you want to hear me rant about this? That is, like, a huge gift because I rant about this constantly and I will take any excuse. :D 

Note: Before I start, this is mostly conjecture and headcanon. This also may not shed any light on what you’re interested in, dear Anon, because it’s mostly a load of waffle. I’m sorry if I didn’t explain any of the details about ancient Greece in enough detail, but this is really fucking long already. Google is your friend on any classical subjects you’re confused about.

Okay, the first thing I’m going to say is that, as a classicist, there are tons of things you can pick out as being different about Akielos. Akielos is a fantasy country, so it’s not identical to Greece or Rome (it’s sort of Reece sometimes?) and there is nothing wrong with it not fitting directly, even if it is inspired by those cultures. It’s made up and so I won’t try to nitpick.

Next thing about Capri’s universe in general is that Vere is probably 15th century France. I think this is really interesting to remember when thinking about relations between Vere and Akielos. When I met Pacat I talked to her about Veretian technology, and she explained that rather than scaling up Akielon/ancient world technology, she scaled down Veretian tech. In 15th century France they had gunpowder and really advanced ships etc. etc. so if Vere was that technologically advanced, and Akielos still had ancient Greek weapons and tech then obviously Vere would wipe the floor with Akielos in war. She toned down the Veretian technology but not the culture.

Note: Vask is, as far as I can see, complete fantasy. I imagine the language as Scandinavian but I think there might some inspiration from mythological Amazons.

Okay I’m trying to go through this more logically now. 

Akielon Society/Politics -

Akielos does have more of an honour culture than ancient Greece. Remember when Damen is uncomfortable with taking a fort through trickery? Yeah, ancient Greeks would have been fine with that, even commended it. I imagine the society as more like Macedonian society and less like Athenian culture (which obviously in the glory days was a democracy rather than a monarchy). The strongest do best, it’s a warrior culture, but there is also an informal relationship with the king. The Macedonians, for example, could call their king by his first name, and they elected their kings. Although Damen is referred to as ‘Exalted’, there is a sense of informality in his relations with the kyroi. He also needs the approval of the kyroi in ruling the country.

I just said I don’t see Akielos as similar at all to Athens, but there is one thing they have in common. I think the relationship between the king in Ios and the kyroi is a bit like the Delian League or the Peloponnesian League. I mean, obviously Athens exacted money and tribute from the city states in the Delian League (and they weren’t very happy about it), but it is clear that the kyroi retain more independent rule than, for example, the nobles in Vere, so one might describe them as more like tributary states and less like part of one country.

Akielos also bears some similarities to Sparta, as it clearly has more of a sport/hunting/land fighting culture than Athens, which was more interested in drama/philosophy/sailing. However, the Akielon slave culture is slightly more similar to Athens again. Spartans had the closest thing in the ancient world to an American slave culture, because the helots were a race of people they had enslaved. Athenians simply had slaves from all over. Akielon slaves don’t seem to be slaves because of their race (this is never ever mentioned), so in that respect it is less like Sparta.

Language Fact: Kyroi is the plural form of the ancient Greek noun κυρος, which means supreme power or authority. This further emphasises my idea that the kyroi have a lot of individual power. κυρος is also where we get the name Kyros (Cyrus) for Kyros the Great, the famous Persian king (the Persian names are very different to the Greek versions that we are familiar with).

Akielon Economy - 

I am guessing the Akielons use something like drachmas. If Akielos is like Greece geographically then they would not have had a lot of forests or woods and would need to trade something (such as silver, which Athens had a lot of) for wood. This may be why Akielos does not seem to have a great navy (as Athens is famous for - I repeat what I said about how Akielos is more like Macedon/Sparta than Athens). If Akielos’ main source of wood is Vere (Patras would be similar geographically and Vask would not provide easy trade, as it has no borders with Akielos) then they would not be able to build ships during wartime.

.Akielon Religion - 

This was another thing I asked Pacat about when I met her. She said she had originally wanted to create a universe where religion was very much in the background, barely there at all, so that it could reflect her own beliefs. However, she did mention in gods in the poem (probably inspired by Homer) in Kings Rising. I think religion is probably the area where the Capri universe differs most from its inspiration. If Akielos were Greece, Damen would constantly be praying to the gods he particularly worshipped, or making sacrifices before setting out for battle. There would also be a religious conflict between Vere, which if it is 15th century France would be monotheistic, and Akielos, which would be polytheistic. Since none of these are mentioned or explored in the books, we must assume that religion has faded in both countries. The gods mentioned in the poem might be specific to the island of Isthima which the poet came from or may be relics of a previous age. 

A helpful resource for those interested in the world of Captive Prince is this interactive map. There is a lot of information here on Akielon and Veretian culture that you don’t get explicitly in the books.  

Shameless self promotion: I also explore how Akielons might see Veretians the way that the Greeks saw Persians in my fanfic, Quiet Breaths.

i am so tired of people complaining about candids like she’s fucking famous, she’s been famous for a long time and she’s gonna be famous for a long time to come this isn’t something that’s going to go away because you make a post about how gross candids are and it gets 200 notes I’M SORRY BUT IT’S NOT like we already know that taylor doesn’t enjoy candids like the ones that were taken today but she’s not going to send you flowers or something for pointing out that they’re intrusive like everybody KNOWS that they’re intrusive that’s why 70% of people aren’t reblogging them honestly girl looks happy as a clam she is not nearly a bothered as some of the uptight downers in this fandom like to think

Whisky Confidence

I wanted to write another smut piece and after I started typing it just kept going and going. Ooops. So it’s kinda long. But it basically nothing but smut with a little introduction at the start. Enjoy! 

Rafael Barba x Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut

Word count: 6188


“Take a turn here onto 57th,” Barba demanded from the passenger seat, “It will be a lot faster.”

“I am fine the way I am going thank you,” you replied as you continued driving down 9th Avenue.

“57th will be faster,” he repeated. “Do you want to get there or not?”

“I am driving, okay Miss Daisy?” You glanced his way to see him glaring back at you. “Why don’t you go read a book or something?”

He continued to stare at you with contempt in his eyes as you missed the turn he wanted to take. Benson had asked that you accompany him in speaking to a suspect at his place of work. She thought that having both of you there might just fuel his ego enough to force him to slip up.

“Fine,” he finally said, “I wouldn’t listen to the New York born and bred citizen either.”

“You don’t drive in this city Barba. I do.”

Your working relationship had always been like this. Small quips at one another that usually amounted to nothing but the rolling of eyes from the rest of the squad. It never came from a place of malice but rather frustration at the job at hand and a mutual appreciation for sarcasm. You were both able to use your quick wit to create a back and forth banter that may have bordered flirtation but never crossed the line. You were still professional enough to keep it workplace appropriate.

“You know, Miss Daisy would never be driven around without some music to accompany the trip,” Barba said, straitening up in his seat wriggling his shoulders. “What have you got?”

Smiling you reached over to turn the radio on accepting his request.

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Giriboy: Now..uh…this is kinda..First,..(buffering) what was the question again? (Cheerful)

Interview [G: Giriboy; D: Dingo]
G: Hi
D: ‘5 songs for initiation’ what is the meaning of the title of the album?
G: Actually there isn’t much meaning to it, i wanted to release a full album but the company told me to rest a little, so as like a resting time, I decided to release this album. Once the full album comes out, it will be continuing this. So it’s like I can’t really tell you exactly what it is

D: The titles for your songs are all only two syllable, did you do that on purpose?
G: I did it on purpose so it’ll look cool (cheerful) HEHEHEHE

D: You also included remix songs in your album, is there a special reason for that?
G: Initially before I wanted to release a full album, I was already thinking to release a remix album so as I was in the middle of receiving song remixes, there was a song ‘Mixed Up’ and I really wanted to release it…ah.. so I gave up on the remix album and decided to release a full album so this song will be the center of other songs, the song 'express highway’ is really a song I made entirely 2 years ago, and I decided to take the song..uh..then..(lost his way) what was the question again?
D: the reason you included the remix
G: Ah! (Found his way) ah, I wanted to make a remix album, and then somehow the other song (lost his way again)
D: so you wanted to release a remix album but you also really wanted to release the song 'Mixed Up’ so you gave up on the remix album
G: I gave it up
D: And you included 2 remix songs then you released the album!
G: And I still didn’t feel satisfied so I added two more remix songs and thats why this album came out, thats what I was saying. (Cheerful)

*Giriboy - i’m in (yunji remix)*

D: Giriboy’s albums: 'adjective’ albums and ’-ceremony’ albums you have these two right? (T/n: ~적인 for adjectives - the fatal, sensual, lonely, mechanical, basic album and ~식 for coming of age ceremony and debut)
G: Theres going to have one more now
D: Ah so you mean the album’s thats soon coming out is going to be in another category?
G: Yes. No no of course no uh this is a bit difficult but in the game Lol there’s a unique point. 'Hybrid = ~adj album’ the albums that people all know and AD line is like the ~ceremony albums - an album that can show only my attacking points. Now one more is left which is AP, thats is like a magician thing in the game so i will be making only the beats, and other rappers or singers can participate(? He said it wrongly haha) but i dont know when i will release that. But I think it’ll be nice if you can look forward to that.

D: Do you have any particular location or situation where you get musical inspiration?
G: I don’t exactly have that kind of stuff, I actually don’t really have much thoughts haha without really thinking much I just sit in the room and think 'what should i make today?’
D: Are you the type that is quick when it comes to producing?
G: Uh.. yes. Really I am I can say that I am quite fast. But it is also because I sometimes have the tendency to just wing it? (Cheerful)

D: What is Giriboy’s top 3 favourite Giriboy’s songs?
G: uh…I have a song called 'All Day’ That song is really good but people don’t really know that song. 'ZOA’? This (choosing his fav songs) is difficult. 'Space Flight…….2’
D: Any reasons on why you chose these three?
G: it’s just that the song 'All Day’ it’s something that is trendy now but also has the old times feel to it, and I wish this song will become famous. 'ZOA’ and 'Space Flight 2’ these songs are the music styles that I have been obsessed with nowadays.

D: Any 2017 plans?
G: It’s my plan to release a full album, but who knows there can be changes.., if the things I want to do change, since everything is just according to what I want to do..

D: There’s a lot of saying going around that you don’t speak well. Do you agree with it yourself?
G: Yes. Really I… Yes I think so too.

D: You have a song called 'Pushover’ right?
G: Yes.
D: Is Giriboy’s dating style really like a pushover?
G: I don’t really know.. (cheerful)
G: People think that the story in the songs are about myself but it’s not my story hehehe
D: It’s a story you made up?
G: Yeah, almost everything.. really I didn’t think much while writing them so

D: What kind of artist does Giriboy want to become?
G: Ah..what kind of artist…I think it’s best to just be a happy person. Even if I fail, I’ll have money saved up and go to a village and make music alone thinking 'yeah I’m not going to let you guys listen I’m going to make songs by myself’ and just listen to them alone, eating chips and just be like that at a village, peacefully.. that’s like my dream.

D: One sentence each to your fans and your haters.
G: If I perform, there’s some fans that I always see and I’m really grateful to them, i can’t do this kind of thing (the finger heart thing) I really can’t do it so I feel sorry for that.
D: How about your haters?
G: Uh…I don’t really pay attention to them but if I don’t have any (haters) then it will be boring right so… thanks for existing. HA HA HA (cheerful)

BTS Reacts To You Walking Out After A Fight

Originally posted by jinful

Jin:

“That’s not what I’m saying, Jin.” You sighed, setting down your purse as you walked in the house.

“Well what do you mean, Y/n?”He said, shutting the door behind him.

“You understand that I’m an Idol right? I can’t just be here 24/7.” He continued.

You looked at him and chuckled. You grabbed your keys and walked towards him, “Being an Idol doesn’t have anything to do with being a decent boyfriend. Not one call or text. Nothing. I got nothing.” You defended, pushing past him, heading towards the door. 

“How long does famous last?” You asked before slamming the door.

He watched as you walked out and his heart sank. He didn’t understand as to why you were so upset with him but he knew that whatever it was, was something that you needed time to process alone. He hated leaving you by yourself but he was too scared to go after you.


Originally posted by jinkooks

J-Hope:

“Y/n-”

“No! I am so sick of always being the last choice! I understand that you are dedicated to Bangtan and I would never ask you to do anything to hurt your dream. I just want.. something.” You cried.

He watched as you leaned against the counter in your kitchen and tried to hug you. 

“I think I need to be alone right now, J.” You said softly as you pushed him away, walking out the door. 

He ran his hand through his hair trying to hold back the tears but they eventually rushed out. He felt like he was losing the love of his life and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. 

By the time he ran out the door to find you, you were gone.


Originally posted by jjks

Jimin:

“Jimin, I saw you!” You screamed at him.

“What you saw wasn’t what it looked like, jagiya!” He defended, reaching for your hand as you stormed around your house looking for your keys. 

He was right behind you.

“Stop following me! Go follow the girl you were kissing!”

“Y/n, I was not kissing her! She kissed me!” He yelled, grabbing your hand before you could twist the door open.

“Please listen to me.. “ He pleaded, water filling his eyes.

“You didn’t pull away Jimin.. so I am.” You whispered, pulling his hand away from your wrist and pulling open the door.

He slumped against the door and broke down. Everything was falling around him and he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t kiss her, she kissed him. No matter what he couldn’t stop thinking about you and it showed in every interview they did after that day.

Originally posted by diytae

Jungkook:

“Y/n, stop it. I saw you, you got caught.” He said with no emotion.

“Kooki-

“Jungkook.” He corrected.

You looked at him and shook your head in disbelief. 

“He just gave me a hug! He was an old friend!” You screamed at him.

“You two kissed! I saw you kiss him!” He screamed back.

“Why would I do that?! Why would I kiss someone that I don’t love when I have the love of my life at home?! You don’t see me getting jealous over your fans! Writing you love letters, you being all cute to them. ‘Fan service?’ Is that it? They get more attention and affection from you than I do and I’m your girlfriend!” You yelled, grabbing your phone.

“You know what, Jungkook. I should’ve kissed him, it’d be the first time I got some damn affection in a while.” You hissed before pushing past him, out the door.

He stood shocked.

Everything that you said was hitting him at different angles with different strengths.

He followed you to your best friends house, making sure that you were safe due to the fact that you were walking around by yourself at night. He took that time to reflect on himself and think about how he can fix things.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Tae:

“Do you even remember that you have a boyfriend?” He asked. 

You stopped dead in your tracks.

“What?”

“I mean you’re never home. You’re either at the studio or at dance, you never have time for me.” He said.

“Tae.. you know we’re working on a comeback. You of all people should know how hard it is.” You protested, turning around to face him.

“Should I? I remember texting you and talking to you every day during our comeback.”

“Oh do you? You wanna know what I remember? I remember being by myself every damn night, alone. I remember looking at my phone every 5 seconds to see if you texted. I remember going all day waiting for you to respond.” You glared at him.

He didn’t say anything.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” You rolled your eyes before walking back outside of the house.

He looked at the door as it closed and realized that he overreacted. He didn’t think things through and he felt so guilty. He didn’t know all of those things and he didn’t stop to think about how stressed you must be. He spent all night trying to come up with ways to make it up to you.



Originally posted by eatjin

Rap Monster:

“Babe, can you pay attention to me please?” You asked your boyfriend as he continued to make beats on his laptop.

No answer.

“Babe!”

Still no answer.

“Namjoon!” You screamed.

“What?! What do you want?! You know I’m working! You’re not as important as finishing this song is so just wait!” He shouted at you.

You stared at him, water filling your eyes.

He froze. He didn’t mean to say all of that, he was just so stressed and he snapped.

“Jagiya..-”

You held your hand up. 

“I get it. I’m not as important…” You said.

“Thats not wha-”

“But that’s what you said!” 

“ You don’t have to worry about me anymore, Namjoon.” You whispered as your grabbed your keys and headed towards the door.

He got up and ran towards you.

You slammed the door in his face and ran down to your car, getting in and driving away.

He watched as your car drove away and he broke down. He didn’t mean it. He called your best friend and made sure that you were safe and decided against going to talk to you right away, he’d wait until you cooled down.


Originally posted by jjks

Suga:

“Babe-”

“Leave me alone, Y/n” He warned.

“What did I do?” You pleaded, grabbing his hand.

He snatched his hand away from you.

“That’s it! You don’t think you do anything! You’re not a saint, for fucks sake. You sit there and play innocent and then want me to forget about everything you do!” He yelled at you.

He didn’t really know why he so annoyed with you but he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“You know what, fuck you, Min Yoongi.” You cried, running out the door, slamming it shut.

He stared at the door and decided not to go after you. He didn’t mean the things he said but he knew that no matter what it still hurt you. He beat himself up over it and promised that when the time was right he’d go and apologize to you. 

Here’s why Azealia Banks is trash

As someone who used to be a fan of the rapper, I can say I am no longer fan. I haven’t been a fan since like 2014. The reason for that is simple: She’s a troll. She had some good points about misogynoir and colorism in the past but once I saw how she spoke to other dark-skinned black women who didn’t agree with her on other issues, I knew there was something off with her. it wasn’t until she called Zayn an Islamic terrorist and “sandnigger” as well as harass a 14 year old girl for her own opinion that I decided to discard Azealia’s music altogether. I didn’t even listen to her debut album because I heard from fellow trans black female mutuals that it had rampant transmisogyny on it. And how can I support an artist who claims to be for the LGBTQIA+ but throws trans women and gay men under the bus?

 This evening, Miss Banks reached out to me on my personal Twitter to exchange words with me because I said without mentioning her that people need to stop making excuses for her. She has continued to harm and harass various groups of people without any apology. Yet her stans still insist we give her a chance because she’s a dark-skinned, black woman, and we apparently give black men a pass. Even though most people calling Azealia trash are black women and other queer individuals. It’s not black men who check for her, that’s for sure. So all they are doing is guilt-tripping black women who already called out these “worse rappers and R&B singers” in the past into liking Azealia. Now, I’ve reached out to Azealia in the past. I mentioned her so many times that she could have easily reached out to me then. So why try to “read me” now? If I am so irrelevant and a “nobody,” why did Azealia feel so threatened by my tweet when I’m not even the most popular womanist account on Twitter. Aside from 2,450 against about 1,300 followers, I am not that important for her to come across. Or so they say.

 She didn’t really say much but how I can excuse R. Kelly for pissing on a 14 year old girl (I never did) while I can cancel her for using misogynoir against Skai Jackson. I don’t know what is it about Skai that has the woman so pressed, but it’s quite scary. I don’t know either one of them, but I will stick up for someone like Skai against anyone who thinks they can use misogynoir or colorism as their defense against her. As for Azealia, this is the same woman who has told a teenaged black girl to bleach her skin. She is also someone who is an avid fan of Trump. She also victim-blamed African-Americans for their own oppression and accused them of stealing from British culture, ignoring the fact these are our very colonizers. So clearly what she was speaking of was forcible assimilation since she claims American history was “inspired” by the British, especially Afro-Americans. Then when the argument went nowhere, she started coming for my edges. Then when I blocked her, since I did on her old account, she sent her fans to harass me, one of which mocked my Autism and said that’s what blocks my moral judgment. Classy. Throw something that primarily affects children over a disagreement with a neurodivergent black woman.

 She and her stans can choke. I am sick of bullies and these celebrities searching their names just to @ random people who are minding their business  and then when they respond, accuse them of “wanting relevancy.” How the hell you gonna be someone with a large following and fanbase coming AFTER a non-famous person, knowing the unsolicited exposure it will give them. and then say we need attention? Whatever you say to justify harassment. By Azealia. That’s why Angel Haze read your ass for filth with your broken off edges. Instead of coming for my naps, worry about growing yours.

Catfish || Conor Maynard

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summary: where y/n is convinced the guy she loves is a catfish

word count: 1.4k

request: Hi! I love your writing! Can you please do an imagine where Conor meets the reader on a chat room and they fall in love even when there’s distance between them and Conor is afraid to tell her who he is and when he does she doesn’t know who Conor Maynard is and it’s all funny and fluffy (idk if it made any sense lol)

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She knew from the start that it wasn’t practical, but her head and her heart never typically agreed on important matters.

For months, Y/N found herself becoming completely infatuated with him.  He was the person she needed him to be, to be the comfort and escape from reality she so desperately wanted.  She found herself thinking of him all hours of the day, even making excuses with her friends to sneak in short a phone call, just to hear his voice.  However, there was one small problem: the pair had never met in person.  Actually— neither had a clue what the other looked like.

Late night boredom, which arose from avoiding a massive amount of uni assignments, somehow led Y/N to an online chatroom, something she hadn’t done since she was in her early teens.

It was all for fun, she didn’t expect anything to come out of it.

She spent over an hour chatting away with strangers, discussing shows and movies, and other aimless topics the others brought up.  It wasn’t until she mentioned her music taste that the two struck up a real conversation.   They bonded over old school artists, and it seemed that all of their most loved songs of all time were identical.

Y/N wasn’t sure why she had asked for his number rather than any form of social media.  Maybe she liked the anonymity of it all. There were no limitations when she couldn’t put a face to the person on the other end of the phone.  He felt the same. They had never talked to someone quite like each other. No judgements, no expectations, just a connection that was indefinable.  

Their conversations lasted all day.  From the moment they woke up to seconds before they went to sleep, they were talking to each other. She told him secrets she hadn’t ever explained to anyone else.  He told her she was the only person he felt like just wanted to talk to him for who he was, without any personal gain.  She never quite understood what he meant, but accepted it nonetheless.

It’s not to say that they weren’t curious.  Despite living a few hours away, they had made plans to hang out a handful of times. But every time they were set to meet, Conor suddenly had an emergency pop up hours before.  

Time after time, she had forgiven him, because she could feel that she was in love with him.  He reassured her that he felt the same, and that he wanted to meet her more than anything, but there were some things he couldn’t say no to.  It was always the same sort of excuse.

“Y/N, I really am sorry, something just came up with work.”

“At the job you never want to go tell me about,” she snapped.  They had been talking for almost a year, but he still avoided the topic, only giving minutiae details.  He said he worked for a music label in London, but couldn’t tell her everything in case he accidentally spilled something important.  “You know, I’ve always been honest with you, it’s not fair that you can’t be like that with me,” she added.

“It’s just more complicated than I can explain, I have to go. I’ll call you later okay?”

“I guess so,” she sighed before ending the call.

After he bailed for the fourth time, she was starting to think her friends were right.

She had waited five months before she ever mentioned Conor’s name to her friends.  She was apprehensive to what they might say.  And she was right.

“Y/N, how can you say you’re in love with someone and not have any clue who they really are? You don’t even know his last name. For all you know if could be a forty year old man and that’s why he won’t meet you, he’s probably a catfish.  This isn’t a real relationship.”

It didn’t make sense to the outside world. But it made sense to Conor and Y/N.  It was theirs, not anybody else’s.  They decided it wasn’t the right timing to make it official, since they weren’t just a short drive away.  But they talked about how maybe one day they could be.  She only had a few more classes until she finished her degree, then they could be together. But with the way Conor continuously backed out, Y/N didn’t think that dream was ever going to become a reality.

Every time her mind drifted to those thoughts, she was reminded of all the conversations they had, and what they meant to the both of them. All the times he told her that it had been years since he felt this way about someone.  He was telling her everything she wanted to hear, and maybe that was her problem.  Maybe it was too good to be true.

When he called her later that night, she was determined to get real answers from him.  No more fabricated truth, no more little white lies, he was going to own up to his dishonesty.  Either that, or she would have to try and move on.

“What would it mean to you if one day we just stopped talking?” Y/N said into the phone, walking around her apartment before settling onto the couch.

“What do you mean?”

“Like if one day I just stopped answering your calls or texts, if I completely cut you off.”

“I’d be absolutely devastated, probably cry a little,” he joked, unpacking a bag from his latest excursion.

“Well, I’ve been debating if that’s what I should do.”

He paused at the foot of his bed, taken back by what Y/N had just told him.

“And why would you do that? You know how much I love you, I thought you felt the same.”

“Well I know I love you.  But I don’t think you’re telling the truth when you say it to me.”

“What do you mean? I wouldn’t just say it if I didn’t mean it.  You know how hard it is for me to open up to someone, Y/N.”

“Because when you love someone you don’t keep things from them.  And make up excuses when you had plans with them.  Four times.”

Conor realized he was going to have to come clean about everything, unless he wanted to risk losing the only person who kept him sane in the past year.  “If I tell you everything, will you promise not to think of me any differently?” He pleaded.

“I don’t know why I would treat you differently, unless you’re a fugitive on the run from the government or something,” she responded.  

He smiled to himself before readjusting the phone to his ear. “First thing’s first, I don’t work for the label.”  

She waited patiently for him to continue, hoping everything would make sense in the coming minutes.

“I don’t work for them, but I’m signed to the label.”

“So you sing?”

“Yes.”

“You never told me that,” she said.

“I didn’t want it to be a giveaway.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” She asked, confused.

“Because I’m Conor…you know, Maynard,” he replied, sighing.  “If you heard me sing, you’d probably recognize my voice.”

There was a brief silence before she responded. He was terrified that he was about to lose the girl who made him believe in love again, all because he couldn’t be truthful from the start.

“Conor?”

“Yes.”

“Not to be dramatic or anything, but I really have no clue who Conor Maynard even is,” she laughed.

“Seriously? You really don’t know?”  He replied, half-offended, half-relieved. “You’ve never heard of the album Contrast? Really big like five years ago? It even went number one,” he joked.

“I’ve told you, I’ve never really listened to the radio, I only like old stuff,” she confessed, giggling to herself.  “I’ll google you, give me a minute.”

“Oh god..”

Scrolling on her laptop, she searched through dozens of articles and images.  “Apparently you’re famous.”

“I mean, I guess, yeah.  That’s why I didn’t want to tell you, everyone just wants something from me.  I can’t believe you don’t know who I am, I’m kind of hurt actually,” he said sarcastically.

“None of that matters to me, I love you for you.  Not because of an album call Contour.”

“I think you mean Contrast,” he chuckled.  It was like a weight was lifted off of his shoulder, he could finally be his full self.

“Isn’t that what I said?” She smirked to herself, still amused at the whole thing. “Now that the secret’s out, I expect a proper date.  And no more excuses, Mr. Maynard.”

“I promise, love.  At least you’ll know who to look for.  Do I get to see what you look like now?”

“Nope, I guess you’ll just have to actually show up this time,” she smiled.

I Was Back At Arkham Asylum (part 4) - Jokers Daughter & Jerome

Joker x daughter!reader

Jerome x reader


Warnings: none, maybe alittle angsty

a/n: this one is 5 pages long and 1525 words all the others have been in the 700 range for words. I hope you guys enjoy.

part 1 ~ part 2 ~ part 3


Originally posted by duck-of-satan

I was in the middle of drivin around crazy in the streets of Gotham, in my dad’s famous lamdo.

Frost was following me in the black CRV’s. Making sure that if anything happens he can protect me. As I was driving my phone started to ring. The number was Arkham, “right on time” I said to myself. Jerome always calls at this time of the day right after lunch.

“So are you a scheadually on time kind of person, Red?”I asked, answering the call and putting it on speaker.

“Actually I’m not, but this is when us bad prisoners can make phone calls” he said with humor in his voice.

“And when can you not call?” I asked.

“Ohhh around, 5” he answered.

“Red, you usually keep me talkin till 4:30” I said back through a laugh.

“I know Doll. Now, why don’t you come here and visit your dear old dad and me, hmm” he said more as a statement.

“He’s not allowed visitors let alon- SHIT! SORRY!” I yelled the last part almost hitting some kids trying to cross the street. I’m cruel, but not that cruel.

“Doll, he got out of solitary today and would love to see ya. Also what the hell are ya doing sweetcheeks?” he asked me curiously.

“Driving my dad’s lambo like I’m Dom Toretto, why do ya ask?”  I answered trying not to laugh, knowing my dad would be pissed.

“Well because I heard ya yellin and as he gonna be happy that your racing his car?” he asked knowing the answer already.

“Probably not but he shouldn’t have gotten into trouble where I couldn’t visit him let alone call” I said sarcastically

“Tell ya what Doll, yell at him here” he suggested.

 I thought about it and ya know what I wouldn’t mind seeing Jerome. I do really miss my daddy to and I would love to yell- I mean give him a piece of my mind.

“Ok Red. I’ll come see ya, and my dad so see ya both very soon” as I finished hung up I speed home so me and Uncle Frost can take the black CRV  and not be spotted by Basty as well as cops.




As I come up they say I’m a loud to meet with my dad and that he is already set up in a room. Which I thought was weird considering I talked to Jerome and not my dad. As I went up the stairs and got to the hallway to pass the prisoners mingle area I saw Jerome, I did wave and he smirked back and waved.

As the guard opened the door to the room I be talkin to my dad in I saw my dad was in a straight jacket.  “Figures”  I thought out loud mumbling my voice.

As I sat down across from my dad I noticed he was wearing the same smirk that Jerome was wearin.

“You know you could have had them call me requesting to see me so I’d visit, actually you could have just not gotten into trouble and I could have visited you in here all week but No! You had to be a ass and get in trouble here.” I yelled at him

“Princess I think your gonna like what I have in-store” he said smiling.

“Oh yeah and what is that?” I asked him crossing my arms.

“A plan to get Jerome Valeska out of this, place. You know who he is you talked to him last time you visited me,yes?” he said the last part accusingly.

“Yes I did talk to him last time” I replied smirking a little bit.

He mumbled  a ‘grrr’.

“You had a plan to get him out of here; why and how?” I asked him changing the subject

“Ah yes, so you break him out however you want. Then you can get to know him and you have someone besides Frost. Also someone to cause chaos with till the time-”

“Is right to break you out …  yeah you keep saying that that but when will the time be right dad” I said to him with a defeated sigh. ”I just feel like it never gonna be the right time I already lost mommy to only God knows where and now I can’t lose my daddy to.” i finished on the verge of tears.

“There will be,  … I promise. Because I’m not leaving my princess, the only thing in my life that I would got to hell and back for, I am not leaving you alone like that.” he said seriously.

The famous Joker,killer psycho, etc … he is only ever serious sometimes with me. One time i asked mom why and she said that was something he should tell me himself. So I asked him and he said he would never leave the person who gave him meaning and some sanity alone, that he was serious with me sometimes so I knew his love wasn’t just another joke.

“So how’s your week been princess?” he asked realizing that I started to look a little sad in my thoughts and he really hated to see me sad especially since I never really am.

“Besides not being able to see you. Well  to be honest daddy, that sucked, and I was pissed. But I raced the lambo around the streets of Gotham, causing chaos and can’t forget having Jerome call me everyday and talkin to him.” I said giggly

“And you answered it?!” he said through and cross between a growl and gritted teeth

“Yeah, why?” I asked innocently

“You answered a psychopath that you met once-” he stated but I cut him off.

“You can’t be like that, you are considered a psychopath to. You haven’t been able to call and your not aloud to because you could plan an escape so sorry if I needed to talk to someone besides uncle Frost. And ya know what the fact that you can’t call me makes it even harder on me cause I can’t talk to you at all the time, can’t hear your voice. It’s a lot harder on me then I let show daddy. It feel’s like I don’t have a connection to you that you don’t love me. It’s a awful feeling.” I said with tears slipping down my cheeks.

“Oh baby, princess I love you more than anything ever in my long life. I’m sorry I can’t call and I’m sorry it feels like I’ve abandoned you … But I assure you I haven’t and I won’t ever will. I wish I could hug you, hold you, wrap you in my arms and go home and you never leave my hold again. And that will all happen soon. But for now your gonna break Psych out. You’ll have him and your Uncle Frost till you have me. But I promise you, you can break me out soon just not yet. I promise I love you know matter where I am or you are.” he said looking at me.

Joker thought: I wished i could wrap her in my arms and never let her go and tell her everything is going to be just fine. I wish I could wipe her tears away. But I can’t  not now I have to wait till I can get out of here for that. Which I am starting to not know if i can wait any longer.

After talkin for a bit longer the guard came in  and said that we have had enough time. As the guard escorted us out and down the hall to the area where the prisoners mingle. As they let Daddy back in he walked over to where Jerome had walked over to the fence right in front of me. Daddy was standing a little behind him.

“Hey Red long time no see” I said smirking to him

“Yes it has Doll” he said back.

“So I’ll see you-” I stated taking off one of rings I was wearing putting it in his hand next to the fence so the guards wouldn’t see and cameras won’t see. “Real soon. Bye Red, bye Daddy” I said walking away winking and blowing a kiss.

As I went down the stairs, sighed myself out. Me and Uncle Frost got in the car I was looking at him smiling. I’m happy to have Uncle Frost in my life I’m never alone when I don’t want to be.

“So what did Valeska and your Father want?” he asked me driving back to the penthouse.

“Daddy met Jerome Valeska in there and he wants me to break him out” I told Uncle Frost.

“Well you know I’ll help you out, can’t let anything happen to my niece now can I. plus I think it would be good for you to have a friend, Jerome isn’t what I was picturing when I wanted to you have a friend but you need someone either way.” he said smiling over to me, and I smiled back.

“Well then let’s get home and plan, shall we.” I replied then laughed as he sped up a little.


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Until  Dawn sentence starters
  • “ Well it’s definitely creepy down here. “ 
  • “ I feel like someone’s watching us.”
  • “Did you see it?”
  • “You were looking at your phone, you dip! What are you tweeting!? Hashtag there’s a freaking ghost after us?!”
  • “Should have paid more attention in climbing class”
  • “You mean gym?”
  • “Can’t we all just get along?”
    “No… you’re not real! No… you’re not…" 
  • "Oooh! Sleepover! C-can we order pizza?”
  • “Hook, line, and sinker for every little stinker!" 
  • "Get BACK! Stay the hell away from me!”
  • “We’re freezing our buns off out here." 
  • "Whoa, easy there cowboy.”
  • “No need for violence, “
  • “"Come on guys, we’re all friends here, right? “
  • “I am such an idiot, I was so dumb.”
  • “Nice shootin’ tex. “
  • “You guys are jerks, you know that?”
  • “Famous last words.”
  • “This is all getting really out of hand, okay?”
  • “He saved my life. And I watched him die.”
  • "Why did ya hit her man?! Why’d you have to fucking hit her?!" 
  • "If these things… Wendigos… are, or, were human… do they still have some aspect of humanity in them?”
  • “I didn’t really figure you for the glass half empty type." 
  • "That bitch is on crack or something.”
  • “Why do you hate my jacket?" 
  • “No, no, no, no. LIVE AND LEARN!”
  • “ Jesus hot sauce christmas cake”
  • “Go suck an egg! “
  • “Well actually the towel didn’t turn out to be the best outfit for fighting killer maniacs”
  • “I’m going to murder their fucking face off.”
  • “I MADE you believe in the world I created and I showed you parts of yourself you were to afraid to visit-”
  • “fuck nuggets”
  • “ I had it under control. Hundred percent. Hundred and ten. “
  • “They don’t like fire.” 
  • “/I/ don’t like fire!”
  • “Let’s party like we’re fucking porn stars! “
  • “The past is beyond our control.”

The sheer ferocity of the hatred I’ve seen for Mary lately is… kind of scary, to be honest. Like, people are free to like her or to dislike her. That’s fine. But… she made Sam and Dean sad and is hiding some dodgy, not brilliantly thought out deals. Why does that mean she needs to die? Is this the famous “SPN fans want complex female characters then lash out whenever they get them” thing going on here? Or am I missing something Mary’s done here?

I have been a fan of Jack and Jack for over 4 years, they have and always will have a special place in me.
So when that video got ‘leaked’ I was shocked and a little hurt that Gilinsky would speak to his girlfriend that way, but me and many others knew there was more to it.

People have hated and harassed G because of this video and finding out, that while making her look like an angel that it was all her all along makes me angry, yes, this abuse and toxic mass was two sided and in no way, shape or form am I supporting what G said in that audio but it was obviously leaked to ruin him. The fact that she could do something so horrible then straight up lie to J’s face makes me even more angry- Btw Johnson, Thankyou for telling us the full truth-
They broke up, why did she feel the need to spread this?

I used to love Madison, baring in mind so this is an opinion from a former fan (as of this last hour). I’m just happy that we’ve all realised that she’s a snake, that will obviously do anything to stay famous. She loved all the sympathy and attention. If you love someone or care for them. You don’t pull hair like this

I hope that G can move past this and their career can go further. I’m just happy that this toxic shitshow of a relationship is over now and we’ve all realised who Madison really is.

anonymous asked:

I agree that both Sam and Cait are the faces for OL and they'd never leave while series still on. Now since they don't have a s5 yet who knows what will happen there but even if Sam wanted to play another tv show type role he wouldn't even legally be able to due to them still working on s3 and already having a s4(they are contracted for those). Do we know if they are contracted for anything more or does that just depend on another season type deal if contracts will go even further.

Hey anon…. I hope you don’t mind, I am gonna pile on a bunch of replies in this one answer.
You mentioned contracts. You are right. I’m not sure what their contracts state, or how long they are for. I know 7 seasons keeps getting tossed out there, but I think 7 years is the actual number. And those are very different. Now, not only are they contracted in, but they would have no reason to want to leave. As jobbing actors for 10+ (in Sam’s case), and limited experience acting (in Cait’s case) they are not just going to drop out of a sure thing. They know they have work. They know they have successful work. They know that it will continue. They are not going to try and drop out of a guaranteed job in order to take a show in a pilot season, or a movie that is a one shot deal. Those are too risky. And they are not famous enough to bounce back if something like that flopped. I am sure they may be disappointed that their schedules do not allow for a little more variety, but that is why they do these other things. In order to show their versatility and to supplement their portfolio.

MER Week Day 7!

Day 7: Alternate Universe
Let’s have some fun for our final day! Time to drop your character into an alternate universe story for the final relationship tale. Maybe you want to write a coffee ship AU, a Highschool AU, a Modern Day AU, or an evil Mirror Universe AU? Whatever it is, have fun! :)

(Thanks to @vorchagirl for the prompt and @cactuarkitty for the event! I had so much fun ;.; I can’t wait for another lets do this every day. hahah)

**GARRUS VAKARIAN THE SPECTRE. HOLLAAAAAA**

*** It’s hella late sorry if typos! Gonna go back and fix it but I needed to post this before bed so it still counted lmao<3 ***

Read my stuff here! Ao3 // FanFiction 

For the past two weeks Garrus had been dreading his next mission. Today was the day he would have to take a new Spectre candidate under his wing. Not just any new candidate though and the Council needed their top Spectre to handle it, their words not his. This candidate wasn’t like any other he had to process before though. No, she was special. One Commander Jane Shepard from the Alliance. Yes. That Alliance. 

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