why are you still looking at the tags

anonymous asked:

(this is a different person btw) okay Phil definitely said about the I dont think either of us could handle being mad at each other before with the pizza and then dan might have said the crying bit? I dont know where, but I 100% watched that interview somewhere. and I dont even read fanfic so its not like a common misconception

omggggg there was never a question of it being real - you probably saw the original post which is structured as though it’s an interview format so it is designed to look real, like it’s a screenshot from an actual interview. but the OP even tagged it to say it was an imagine in the caption? 

it’s just that someone v early on deleted that caption so there are thousands of reblogs without it. but it’s not that hard to click back to the original post and see the original caption lmao so i’m not sure why people are still insisting it’s real. you probably just read this in passing at some point on tumblr and it stuck in your memory and now you think you’ve watched it somewhere hahaha. if the original person who wrote it says it’s an imagine, the odds of it also somehow being the answer they gave in a real interview seems like … impossible, no? i was just entertaining the notion that the post might be based on something one of them has said on their own and the answer to that question is still almost certainly no unless there is some v obscure live show moment that is lost to the sands of time hahaha. 

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binnie will always be better at 4-cut selcas than me

my favourite time of the month has arrived once again, so here I am, next to the most beautiful boy alive!! why am I still comparing myself to moonbin, i don’t understand

also catch me wearing bin’s colour!!

HAPPY AROHA SELCA DAY!

writing fanfic like

Fic tags/warnings : angst, pining, friends to lovers, roommates, but they don’t live in the same actual room, flatmates, modern flat, domesticity, cooking, cooking breakfast, not cooking lunch or dinner, eggs, omelettes, non-veganism, dish ware, tea, drinking the tea, bickering, snark, watching tv, rupaul’s drag race, shangela, more pining, referring to boys as gorgeous, holding hands, interlaced fingers, legs touching, knees touching, fabrics, use of shoulder as a pillow, cuddling, breathing, hearts pounding, continued television watching, whispering, failing to act, time skips, sleeping, sleeping in separate rooms, nightmares, waking up, moving to the same bed, bed sharing, cotton sheets, awkwardness, hugging, comfort, a restful night’s sleep, morning breath, pretend disgust, staring into each other’s eyes, kissing, giggles, face touching, noses, butterfly kisses, fluff, lots of fluff, pressing together, frotting, frotting through pajamas, silk pajamas, flannel pajamas, friction, hardness, pleasure, sweat, ecstasy, sexual release, bodily fluids, mentions of laundry, implied bathroom usage, more breakfast, hugging from behind, feelings of surprise, feelings of contentment, happiness, hopeful resolution

Commenter: y wouldn’t u have a warning for doing the dishes? I hate being reminded of my chores, had to stop reading

You know that moment when you see that a fanfic hasn’t been updated in years, but you think to yourself, “Pssshhh I just won’t get invested in it.” and then you get to the last chapter and you’re just like wHY DO I TREAT MYSELF THIS WAY ??!!?!

On Camera

Or that one time Lance decided to live-stream when he really should’ve been resting. The (established) klance YouTuber AU that no one asked for, but you’re all getting. Domestic klance sharing an apartment is my jam, and throwing a little angst in there is a bonus.

I’m actually really happy with this, and if people like it I might do an actual long AU thing with this setting, so feedback is appreciated! For now though, just a one-shot. This is also proof that the best writing for me happens at 3 AM… oops. I hope you enjoy!!

Psst @taylor-tut this is that thing I not-so-discreetly mentioned in my tags, have a wonderful day.


Lance McClain was a rulebreaker in every way, except for one thing. He believed it was always necessary to have a routine, and never stray from it. If asked, he’d inform you that a steady routine was the foundation for a steady life.

Showering every morning, brushing his teeth every night, thinking of a cheesy one-liner for Keith each day without fail, the list went on. Little things.

One of his many routines was to live-stream, always on Sundays. Because who did anything besides sit at home, definitely not with a hangover, on Sunday?

New videos went up on Wednesdays, but the carefully edited ones on YouTube and his live-streams were very different. Many fans even preferred seeing him live, mainly because he couldn’t stop himself from making bad jokes, and was usually too lazy to straighten his bedhead.

And they would always ask him to go bother Keith in the next room, which Lance more often than not was obliged to do.

So when he woke up late one Sunday with a killer headache and a stuffy nose, Lance wasn’t about to let it get in the way of his routine.

He discovered a note from Keith on the kitchen table that said he’d be out running errands, and Lance lamented that he hadn’t been awake to tell Keith to get soup. After shooting him a quick text, the only response Lance got was “You don’t even like soup.”

Lance chuckled softly, which quickly led to a series of wet coughs. Clearing his throat, he began to set up his camera, wrapped himself up in blankets, and started the stream.

“Hey guys,” he said with a small wave, and winced at how raspy his voice sounded. He sniffled, and edged the off-screen box of tissues closer to him.

The chat was quickly flooded with “HELLO”’s and “LANCE!”’s. By now, all the fans knew when he went live. Lance was, however, surprised to see several inquiries about his health.

There were quite a few “Are you okay”’s, and even some “You seem sick”’s, with one of Lance’s personal favorites being “You look like shit.”

He read off the last comment with a short laugh. “Thanks, KeiththeKutie05.” Then, as an afterthought, he added, “Nice name.”

After a short pause of him continuing to scan the chat, he spoke again. “I’m fine though, just got a cold or something. Nothing could stop me from live-streaming!”

As the viewers seemed satisfied with this response, Lance wasn’t surprised to see the usual repetition of “Where’s Keith?” in the chat. He sighed.

“Mullet Boy is running errands,” Lance told them, rolling his eyes for effect. “Probably going out to buy a new pair of fingerless gloves.”

Keith and Lance had been sharing an apartment for some time now, and the Internet was very invested in their relationship, or so it seemed. Keith was annoyed by the whole thing at first, but Lance found it entertaining that his fans seemed to like Keith better than him. Lance could, admittedly, relate.

Eventually, the accidental publicity that came with dating a YouTuber inspired Lance to make a collab channel for them, though Keith never got his own. He insisted that he was too awkward to film anything by himself, which Lance secretly found adorable.

Numerous people began telling Lance to prank Keith when he came back, to which Lance grinned. Playing tricks on Keith during live-streams had become somewhat of a tradition in and of itself. “Maybe I will,” Lance tapped his chin thoughtfully. “You guys got any ideas?”

Lance read through some of the responses but saw nothing particularly appealing, then perked up at someone asking when he’d do a video with Hunk again.

“Actually, I got some good news for you guys,” Lance declared, sneezing into his elbow before continuing. “Hunk and I are going to be playing videogames on Pidge’s channel sometime next week, and Hunk has both of us coming over to his and Shay’s for a baking video. I haven’t decided what we should do for my part yet. Maybe a Q & A?”

Once again, Lance’s eyes scanned through the suggestions until his eyes snagged on one he liked. “Cards Against Humanity, huh? With YouTube’s shitty new rules it could get demonetized, but I do love that game, so why not? I’m positive Pidge owns it, and I can tell them to bring it over. Maybe I can even convince Keith to play with us.”

Lance couldn’t help but smile at the enthusiastic response that got.

“I think I’m going to get myself some more coffee,” Lance decided, looking down at the empty mug resting on a coaster. “Last night Keith made me watch this really scary movie, so I naturally had trouble falling asleep. Gotta have coffee to keep myself functioning. Do you guys prefer coffee or tea? Keith and I are both coffee people, but he likes his black. No sugar or anything, disgusting if you ask me.”

Lance almost regretted this comment as a war of opinions on black coffee slowly took over his computer screen.

“Well, anyway, I’m gonna go to the kitchen real quick. I’d bring my laptop but… I’d probably spill coffee on it, and we can’t have that.”

Lance stood, and was about to start towards the next room when his vision abruptly blurred and refocused. He knew immediately something was wrong.

His legs felt like jelly, and the room seemed to spin as he took a single step forward. Had he only been fine when he was sitting? Lance had half the mind to sit right back down, but his brain was growing muddled, and direction simply didn’t make sense.

Lance’s migraine flared abruptly in intensity, and then suddenly the wood floor was rushing up to meet him. Everything went dark.


Keith glanced at his phone as he moved around to the back of the car, where he’d stored the groceries, and had to repress a fond smile at the Twitter notification on the screen. Lance was, apparently, live-streaming. Keith thought he might actually miss his time-slot for once, but he figured by now he should be used to the Cuban boy’s dedication to routine.

Lance’s channel got some negative feedback from more ‘sophisticated’ YouTubers for being… all over the place. A dedicated beauty guru, or PrinceLotor as his channel was called, had dragged Lance on Twitter on more than one occasion.

Lance was anything but consistent when it came to videos. He did whatever he felt like doing that week, and the fans loved it. Sometimes he played songs on his guitar, sometimes he did prank-calls. He would film Q&A’s, or tell stories about all the interesting stuff that happened in his life— Lance’s bad luck was rather famous. He recommended TV shows, did hauls of what he got for holidays, vlogged on occasion when he went to stores, you name it.

But Lance’s favorite thing to do were collabs.

Hunk, an incredibly smart engineer, had a baking channel as a hobby, and Lance was his favorite assistant.

Pidge was a newer gaming channel, but their obsession with theorizing about the game’s lore while playing and busting other fan theories made them grow in popularity quickly. For two player games, Lance was ideal.

Allura was an extremely popular beauty channel, and Lance let her give him makeovers whenever she wanted to. Shiro could use extra actors in his short films.

And Keith… well, the two of them had a channel together that had no pattern whatsoever, much to Lance’s dislike. Absolutely spontaneous and random, usually doing things by popular fan request, like dancing or karaoke. And uploads were by no means regular.

Keith was surprised at how much he had started to enjoy it. Lance had been telling him he should start an art channel, with animations and speedpaints and the like, and Keith wasn’t… that opposed to the idea. It could be a useful source of income, to help with all the debt he would come into after graduating college. But he’d never tell Lance.

Without thinking too much of it, Keith swiped right across his screen, taking him to Lance’s tweet about the live-stream in order to like it. He was about to close his phone again and begin taking groceries up to their apartment when his eyes snagged on something odd.

Lots of the replies to Lance’s tweet mentioned him, particularly the recent ones, even tagging him in it. Keith couldn’t fathom why they would be talking about him if he wasn’t on the stream, unless Lance was complaining about him live again.

Keith bristled. Lance better not be still annoyed at him for the movie the last night. Signs wasn’t scary at all, and not even a real horror movie! Lance simply stated that ‘he didn’t mess with aliens.’

But when he looked at all the mentions, Keith felt his irritation give way to confusion, and then panic.

“KEITH GET TO UR APARTMENT”, “YOU BETTER GO CHECK ON LANCE”, “HOLY SHIT HES COLLAPSED KEITH HURRY YA ASS UP”, and the one that really sent Keith reeling “UH GUYS IS IT JUST ME OR DID WE WITNESS LANCE’S DEATH ON CAMERA?”

Keith slammed the trunk, all groceries forgotten as he sprinted into the apartment building and ran for the stairs. They only lived on the third floor, and he was not about to wait for the slow, crowded elevator.

He fumbled to fit his key in the lock and opened the door to the living room, only to spot the live-streaming set up, with no Lance. Keith rushed forward, but drew up short when he realized that Lance was in fact passed out on the floor in front of the couch.

“Oh my god— Lance!” Keith sank down beside him, turning his boyfriend over. “Lance, are you okay? Can you hear me?”

Lance’s eyes opened slowly, and Keith felt relief flood his system, despite the uncharacteristically pale skin. “K-Keith? Wha… I thought you were shopping?”

“I’m back,” Keith answered shortly, wincing as he pressed a hand onto Lance’s forehead. “Jeez, you’re on fire. Why didn’t you tell me you were this sick?!”

“Are you a fire?” Lance mumbled under his breath, and Keith furrowed his brows in confusion.

“What? No, Lance, I was saying you have a fever.”

“Because you’re hot and I want s'more,” Lance continued, as if he hadn’t heard him at all. Keith was suddenly painfully aware that the live-stream was still going, and that his face was even more flushed than Lance’s, and not because of a fever.

Keith glanced at the computer sitting on the coffee table briefly, noting that most of the chat was full of random keyboard smashing. He smiled apologetically. “At least he’s conscious,” he shrugged, hoisting Lance up off the floor and propping one of his arm’s around Keith’s shoulder. “I’m going to take this idiot to the hospital, he’s way too hot.”

“So you finally admitted it,” Lance’s voice was barely audible, and Keith glanced back down to see him grinning up at Keith tiredly.

“I meant your temperature, dumbass. Next time, tell me when you’re not feeling well.”

And with that, he shut off the stream.

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I NEED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY SYSTEM i’m sorry

(i keep imagining unnecessary subtext from every rival encounter and this is the only way to vent them orz)

your childhood best friend sits across from you
at the kitchen table, nodding out with a cigarette
in his hands and all you can think about is your
father and why you know at twenty-two what
heroin looks like in another person’s body. you
remember your mother telling you that you can’t
make anybody stop doing what they want to do.

the people who get clean are the people who
want to get clean, she said. and you know
it’s what she’ll say again.

you won’t cry on the phone, but your voice
crunches like gravel on the line when you call her.
there’s blood in your mouth and all you can think
about are skinned knees, all those games of tag
that led to this moment. there is a tree still in
your grandparents’ front yard that always used to
be the safe zone. you wish you could go back to it
right now and press your whole body against it.
—  WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS by Trista Mateer
Tainted Love (part 1)

Summary: Soulmates are supposed to be a wonderful thing, that is until you find out who your soulmate is. You guessed it, Lance “The Fucker” Tucker.

Pairing: Lance x Reader

Warnings: probably swearing

A/N: Don’t hate me but I deleted ‘Long Way To Go’. I’m sosososososososososososososososo sorry BUT here’s this new Lance AU. I really hope you guys like it :) Also, I know I say this every time but if there are any mistakes, I shall fix it when I wake up (I really need to stop staying up late lol).


Growing up, you always wondered who your soulmate was and when you’d meet him. You wondered if he was brunette or blonde; a red head maybe? If he had blue eyes or brown eyes; maybe gray or hazel?

Was he tall or short? Did he have the most perfect smile ever? Was he nice?

So many questions ran through your head as a kid. Either way, you couldn’t wait until the day you got to meet your soulmate. Your parents always wondered when you‘d meet him. Your older sister already had, they’re married now. Your friend since college, Hope, had recently (finally) got together with her soulmate, Ben. Even your youngest sister had already met her soulmate. Now they were waiting on you and at age 28, you still held onto the little hope that you’d meet him.

It was a long 28 years of your life and your soulmate had put you through hell and back. From bruises and scrapes here and there to breaking your arm and leg.

And let’s not forget the most painful thing you’ve ever experienced because of him; that god forsaken tattoo just above your lady parts.

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon. Everyone was off doing their own thing which left you at home by yourself. You were just watching some movie, relaxing on your couch when you felt a horrible sensation on your lower abdomen and it was getting worse by the second. It felt like someone was stabbing you, more like carving you and you wondered if your soulmate was alright.

Going into the bathroom, you pull down your sweatpants and remove your shirt, leaving you in only your bra and underwear. You hold onto the wall for support, the pain increasing as it got closer to your womanhood. You look into the mirror and see what seems to be a drawing?

Then it dawned on you; that motherfucker is getting a tattoo.

It was the worst 3 to 4 hours of your life.

The idiot tattooed fucking gold medal on him. Why the fuck would he get a tattoo of a gold medal? And somewhere so painful? Needless to say you hated getting undressed. Sex too. And forget about bikini’s.

God, how you wished you knew who your soulmate was so that you could properly kick his ass.

You tried contacting him a couple of times when you were 17. You wrote on your hand with pen, knowing it would also appear on his hand as well. You wrote a simple ‘hello, this is your soulmate.’ followed by a little smiley face. He responded with a ‘fuck off’.

You also knew that he was very sexually active. You loathed the mornings you’d wake up and find several hickeys on your neck. Oh, how you wanted to pummel him to the ground.

Even though you wanted to give him a piece of your mind, you always found yourself caring a bit too much for your soulmate, despite all the shit he’s put you through.

“Get your cock sucking ass in the car, you’re coming with me.” Hope placed her hands on her hips as she glared at you.

“No thank you, I’m fine staying home.” you respond, leaning against the doorframe.

Hope groans. “Can you stop being an asshole for two seconds and come with me to the gym? The new team coordinator is coming by and you’re really fucking nice so you’ll make me look good.”

You let out a sigh. “Fine. But only because you’re shit on your own.”

Hope smiles and you quickly put on your shoes, slipping your phone into your back pocket. The two of you retreat back to her car and you slide into the backseat, being met with some teen.

He smirks at you. “Hey.”

You turn to Hope. “Who’s this asshole?”

“Oh that’s just Maggie’s fling for the week. ” she brushes it aside and you roll your eyes.

“I really like him.” Maggie turns to you with a sweet smile from the passenger seat.

“He’s got to go.” you say, looking at the guy.

“What?”

“Go, get out.” you nod your head but he doesn’t move. “Don’t make me get out of this car and drag you out.”

The teen’s eyes widen and he grabs his backpack before getting out of the car at which time, Hope starts driving.

“What the fuck was that for?” she glanced at you through the rearview mirror.

“She needs to be on her A game and that little shit would’ve distracted her.”

Hope pursed her lips but didn’t say anything more on the matter.

“Oh shit, I almost forgot.” she spoke, grabbing a cup from the cup holder. “I want that down the hatch before we get to the gym.”

You watch Maggie take the cup from her, noticing it held a greenish liquid and snatched it from her.

“Y/N, what the fuck.” Hope let out a frustrated sigh.

“What’s in here Hope?” you shake the cup around.

“Healthy shit.”

“Like what?”

“Like orange juice and bananas and.. Weed.” her voice got lower towards the end, hoping you wouldn’t hear her.

“Weed?! Are you fucking kidding me Hope? The new team coordinator is coming over and you want Maggie stoned?” you scoff.

“She needs to live a little.” Hope waves her hand at you.

You roll your eyes and roll down the window, throwing the cup.

“What’s wrong with you!” Hope nearly screeched.

“She’s not going to that gym stoned, Hope.”

Hope groans loudly. “Ugh, you’re no fun.”


The three of you walk into the gym upon Ben telling you that the new team coordinator was already there and once Hope sees him, she becomes tense.

The tall man rips his earphone out of his ear and turn around, a smirk playing at his lips. “Well, well, well. Hope Ann Greggory. You’re an hour and three minutes late.”

“What the fuck are you doing here, Lance Tucker?” she barely looked him in the eyes but it was clear that she was annoyed to see him.

Lance Tucker? Hope told you about Lance, mostly about how much of an asshole he was and how much she hated him. Lance was a gymnast as well but you didn’t care for gymnastics much so when Hope would rant about him or gymnastics, you wouldn’t pay attention. You didn’t know a thing about Lance Tucker, only that he was, as Hope says, an asshat.

“Team coordinator.” he responds, holding out what looked to be an I.D.

Hope scoffs. “They offered me that job. I said fuck no.”

Lance lets out a laugh. “That’s bullshit.”

“Your face is bullshit.”

“Something looks different about you. Oh,” he then chuckles. “I know, you got old.”

“Your limp dick disease must be affecting your eye vision.” she snapped but before their insults could go any further, Ben stopped it, asking what Maggie’s first set was to which Hope said bars, still glaring at Lance.

Lance on the other hand took this time to glance around the room before his eyes landed on you. “Oh hi, I’m Lance Tucker.” and suddenly he wasn’t the asshole from ten seconds ago.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” you respond. Lance stretches his hand out to you and you shake it, the both of you immediately pulling away when you feel a shock.

“Don’t fall for his nice guy image he’s putting on Y/N. The guys’ still a dick brain.” Hope rolled her eyes at Lance but he was too busy staring at the hand you had touched.

It was as if time had stopped and all Lance could do was look at you. Why had he felt a shock when the two of you shook hands? Did you feel it too? All too soon, Lance was snapped out of his trance.

“Asshole, you gonna watch Maggie or are you gonna keep staring at my friend with your hand in your pants?” Hope questioned, still slightly annoyed.

“Uh, yeah.” he cleared his throat, looking at you once more before turning to Maggie.


A/N: Just go with the flow, alright? I’m so excited for this one. I’ve been writing this for 3 hours, tell me what ya think!

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may the light forever shine upon us.

“Seventeen Days” (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Fantasy/College AU)

Summary: An angel from heaven is sent back to Earth to prevent college senior Bucky Barnes from ending his life. But here’s the catch - she only has seventeen days to do it.

A/N: from this point on, i’ll be doing an extended author’s note at the end of every chapter so i’m not ruining the chapter in this note. tags have been kooky with me, but the tagging list for this story is still open! -j. x

“Seventeen Days” (Masterlist)

He easily pulls you up onto your feet in a fluid motion. “Hey, sorry about that. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” he apologizes.

“Oh no, I’m the idiot looking at my phone and - oh, thank you,” you beam as he bends over to picks up both your phone and suitcase for you. You suppress the appreciative sigh bubbling up your throat as you get a good view of his butt.

Thank you, indeed.

“Why are you lugging around a huge suitcase in the middle of the -” He pauses as he catches your expression of admiration. “Hold up, were you just checking out my ass?”

Rapidly blinking doesn’t help your brain come up with an excuse, so you own up to the question with a sheepish shrug. “Sorry, but it’s a really nice ass,” you confess. “You must do, like, a million squats a day or something.”

A pleased look crosses his face. One hand goes on his hip while the other coquettishly bats the air. “Stop, girl. You’re making me blush,” he unabashedly grins.

Outstretching two thumbs-up, you flash him a radiant smile. “Whatever you’re doing, continue it,” you encourage. “And sorry to bother you, but could you tell me where Pym Hall is? I was looking at the map on the school app, but it’s -”

“- Really small, like it’s made for ants, right?”

Your jaw slightly drops while your eyes arch upwards. “Those were my exact thoughts!” you exclaim with surprise.

“Good to know I’m not the only one who hates the map,” he chuckles. “Pym Hall is just across the quad. It’s the second building with the statue of the lion.” He pauses, his eyes dropping to your huge, green suitcase. “I could take you there if you want.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to.”

“Pym Hall doesn’t have any elevators.”

The polite rejection you’re about to deliver stops at your throat as you recall your room is on the third floor. A sheepish smile curls up and you push the suitcase his way. “I really appreciate it.”

“Hey, no problem. I have nothing better to do, might as well help out a pretty girl,” he winks.

Are all Earth boys super nice? With a smile big enough to light up a city, you hold out your hand, enthusiasm glittering from your eyes. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), by the way. I’m a transfer student.”

He grabs your hand and energetically pumps it up and down. “Sam Wilson, at your service.”

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You Can’t Protect Me From Everything // Shawn Mendes

Authors Note: So this here is a combination of “Can you do one where Shawn breaks up with y/n because she been hate getting on and after a couple of days she was up I to the hospital because (idk whatever you are comfortable with) and Shawn found out from the the internet and went to drive over there because he still loves her and they get back together” + “can you do an imagine where y/n is roughly 2/3 years younger than shawn ? ((shawn 19, y/n 16))” 

Warning: Y/n talks about self harm and I would also like to mention that she’s angry about it and her views on it does not mean they’re mine or the right view


“I think it’s best if we didn’t see each other for a while,” Shawn mumbled stroking my back softly as he held me in his arms. I froze, the words ticking over in my head. He wanted to break up. 

“What?” I ask, trying to sound strong but my voice quivers. I sit up on the couch, pulling away from his touch and turning off the TV.

“I just think that its time that we had some time apart, know what its like to not have each other,” I try to hold his burning gaze but his words feel as though they’re slicing me apart and I look away. 

“Am I not enough for you anymore?” I ask, my fingers sliding the dainty, gold ring Shawn got me for my birthday in a nervous manner. 

“You’re just young Y/n and I thought it would-” 

“So that’s what this is about,” I hiss, Shawn looking shocked at my sudden anger.

“What? No I’m just-”

“You know I don’t care that your fans think I’m too young for you,” I state, crossing my arms over my chest as if to keep the frustration at bay.

“I know you don’t baby but,” He trails off, trying to catch my eye.

“If I can deal with it why can’t you?” I whisper, the anger giving way to a hollow like feeling.

“I don’t want you to have to deal with it!” Shawn shouts, suddenly standing up. He walks out the room and after a moment of shock, I follow.

“What do you mean?” I ask, nerves on a high. I’ve never seen Shawn so angry in the 8 months that we’ve been dating. He’s leaning against the sink a glass of water in his hand.

“I hate coming to see you and seeing tears in your eyes that you so desperately try to hide but I know, Y/n, I know that they’re from the hate. That the fans can’t take me being 19 and you being 16,” He chucks the glass in the sink, the sound of the glass hitting the metal harsh against my ears.

“I won’t go on it anymore,” I say gently, approaching him cautiously. 

“I don’t want you to have to cut off social media just because of me, this is why I didn’t want to tell everyone about us,” His anger seems to turn on me.

“Shawn,” I gasp, recoiling back. 

“But you kept asking me, Shawn lets just tell them, Shawn I don’t want to hide,” He mocks me, my irritation growing. 

“I didn’t want to hide my relationship. I have every right to tell people that I’m dating you and show everyone how much you mean to me,” I snap, slamming my hand on the counter.

“Why couldn’t we just keep it between us though? Why are you so desperate to tell people?” He mutters, striking a nerve. 

“You were asking me to go places with you that were deserted so that no one would see us and post about it on social media. When we would go out to the movies or dinner, I had to put a meter between us so it looked like we were just friends hanging out,” I turn away from him, not wanting him to see my tears. 

“I was proud of our relationship and to hide it like that, made me feel like… like you were ashamed of me or something,” 

“With an age gap like that,” I hear him say so quietly that I thought I imagined it but when I turned around, facing his icy gaze, I knew he said it.

“Fine,” I sob, voice cracking. “I see how you really feel. I”ll leave,” I don’t look at him as I grab my coat from the counter, chucking it around my body that felt so cold all of a sudden. 

I didn’t look back at him as I walked down the hall to the front door, pulling it open and standing out in the frosty air. 

When I did look back, I saw him standing there still, starring at me with an unreadable expression until the door closed and I could no longer see him. No longer see an us.


It was like I couldn’t feel anything. As if my whole body was numb to everything. I layed in the small single bed, the bland white walls starring back into my face as I looked at nothing in particular. 

I didn’t want to be here, I so desperately wanted to be anywhere else. I bring my hand up to move some hair that fell in my eyes and the stinging pain brings my attention to my arm. The plate. The blood. My Mothers horrified expression. They all come flooding back and I look away.

I was washing the dishes when I accidentally smashed a plate. I must admit however, my actions were governed by the anger from Shawn’s quick dismissal of our relationship. 

I remember the pain in my arm, the sharp cuts that appeared; completely by accident. Unfortunately however, because of my relationship ending only a couple days before, apparently that gave me a valid reason to harm myself. 

When my Mum walked into the kitchen, her gaze locked on the water stained red with my own blood and a broken piece of the plate in my hand she immediately thought the worst. Not once did she give me a chance to explain that it was an accident, instead rushing me to the hospital where I’ve been for the past 2 days, under constant monitoring. 

I sigh, turning the TV off, finding no interest in the cartoon that was playing. The silence allows me to hear the just audible voices outside my room.

“I just want to see her,” a male’s voice says, and I sit up straighter. Shawn.

“She’s very tired, sir,” A nurses voice replies and I roll my eyes. I was fine and in need of food other then what they served at the hospital. 

“Can I have just 5 minutes, 5…please,” I hear him beg. The door opens, the creaking sound alerting me off someones presence. 

“Miss, you have a visitor,” My nurse tells me, and she allows Shawn to walk past her, closing the door after him, leaving him and I alone together. 

I don’t say anything. Simply stare at him as he runs his gaze over my body tucked into the sheets, the bandages wrapped around my right arm from my wrist to my elbow. Up to my face where it lingers, reading my expression.

“How did you-”

“Don’t say anything,” He snaps, moving forward to sit next to me in the seat beside my bed. I close my mouth hastily.

“Why would you do this to yourself?” He murmurs, running a finger over the bandage. I roll my eyes, knowing he thinks I cut myself, just like everyone else.

“Do you know how hard it was to find out my girlfriend cut her self and to not hear it from you but from online?” He asks, voice full of exasperation and something else, maybe hurt… fear? 

“Ex-girlfriend,” I utter. An awkward silence fills the room and I don’t dare meet his eyes. 

“I was on this afternoon,” he begins and I stare at the vase in the corner of my room filled with blooming violets. 

“I saw so many tweets with your name and self harm and I just… I felt my stomach drop,” His voice lowers to a whisper. “I didn’t want it to be true, to find out that my girl hurt herself because she couldn’t handle what she was feeling,” 

I stay silent still, listening to his soothing voice and allowing myself for one moment to believe we were still together. 

“I saw pictures that some fan account had tagged me in and it was of you getting rushed into the hospital. I called your mum- which by the way, she is extremely unhappy with me, but I found out it was true and you were here,” he sighs rubbing his eyes tiredly. “Why Y/n?”

I look at him, seeing his normally sparkling brown eyes, dull and red.

“I was washing the dishes.” I start, finally finding someone who would listen to my side of the story rather than my mothers who was abrupt and panic filled. “I was so angry with how things ended and then I remember slamming the plate down a little too hard and it broke- the glass cutting my arm. Before I had time to clean up my Mum walked in and she thought I cut myself because of what happened with us,”

He looks at me, shocked. “You didn’t purposely cut yourself?” He asks, a serious expression masking his face.

“No- everyone just thinks I did,” He reaches out, wrapping me in his arms.

“I was so scared that you meant it,” he murmurs into my hair before pulling away. 

“I would never Shawn,” I tell him, his hand gripping mine tightly. A silence falls over us and it reminds me of the sharp words he chucked at me. I tug my hand out his grip, coughing awkwardly.

“I um,” He says softly. “I didn’t. I want. I..” He stutters, not knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry I pressured you into telling everyone about us. I wouldn’t have if I knew how much you didn’t want to,” I mumble, pulling a loose thread in my blanket. 

“No, baby, I wanted to tell everyone as well,” He rushes to say, alarm filling his eyes. “I just, I read some of the hate you got and it was so awful. I felt so ashamed of having these people who said the most disgusting things to you as my fans and I wanted to protect you from it,”

“You can’t protect me from everything Shawn,” I tell him, brushing back a piece of hair that fell on his forehead up out of his eyes.

“You didn’t deserve what they were saying and I thought the best way to stop it was to break up with you. That was the worst decision of my life,” I tighten my hold on his hand.

“I can agree with that,” I hum, smiling at him.

“Everything I said was just a lie, I knew the only way for you to agree was to hurt you. I hated saying those things to you and seeing the look on your face when I said them,” 

“I want you to know that I don’t care what they say or how many years older you are then me,” I say, and he kisses my knuckles softly. 

“I’m sorry,” He mumbles, and I pat the space on the bed next to me, letting him sit next to me. “I really don’t care how old you are. Actually I love that you’re younger then me. Gives me more of a reason to want to protect you,” he kisses my forehead softly

“Good,” I smirk at him and he nudges my shoulder with his own.

“So does this mean we’re an item again?” he teases, his eyes twinkling.

“Depends,” I grin.

“On what?” 

“You’re going to have to face my mothers wrath,” His face paled. 

“Give me strength,”

Originally posted by smendesgifs

7 Years

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: It’s been 7 years since you walked away from the love of your life.

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, bullying


You watched the little girl with brown hair and blue eyes play with the children around her. 7 years old was her age. 7 years ago was the last time you saw the love of your life. 7 years ago you caught your fiance cheating on you. 7 years ago you were about to tell him he was going to be a father.

But all of that is in the past now. You were happy and so was your baby girl Isabelle Rebecca L/N-Barnes.

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Draco Malfoy Loving Musicals Would Include...

Originally posted by crystelgreene

Idea from @hiccuplover92 :)  I’m a HUGE Broadway geek, so this was right up my alley!


  • He had never heard about this magical place called “Broadway” until one day you brought it up
  • “Stories told on a stage with people acting like completely different people with spontaneous song and dance numbers?  Sounds ridiculous.”
  • His entire perspective on musicals changes when you took him with you to see Wicked
    • He felt so connected to Elphaba
    • “She just wanted to fit in at school and find love… why couldn’t people just accept that she was different?  Instead of letting Glinda help her she went to the bad side… wHY DID THEY HAVE TO MAKE ELPHABA FEEL BAD ABOUT HERSELF PEOPLE SUCK!”
    • He has “Defying Gravity” on repeat for the next week
  • Of course, you don’t mind.  
  • I mean, it got annoying when the sixth day rolled around but hEY you were happy your lil blondie had found a love for Broadway
  • Once you cuddled in your bed and watched Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
    • Brits, murder, meat pies, a confusing love triangle, what’s not to love?
    • “Does it freak you out at all that Professor Snape looks like Judge Turpin, that Pettigrew guy looks like Beadle Bamford, and my aunt looks like Mrs. Lovett??”
    • The next morning in the kitchen you both do an entire rendition of “A Little Priest:
    • (Don’t worry, he never threw you in a furnace)
    • Toby is his favorite character
  • When you both finally save up enough money, you go to Broadway to see Hamilton
    • Draco was very confused with American history
    • I mean, the show is about Hamilton’s part during the American Revolution where the colonies defeated and broke free of British control
    • “Two gits pointing guns at each other isn’t going to get either of them anywhere.”  - Draco Malfoy, 2017
    • “Who throws boxes of tea into the ocean??  It was perfectly good tea!”
    • “Draco, the British taxed tea so buying it was extremely difficult for Americans.  They protested by dumping it off the ships.”
    • “Oh.”
    • Watching him try to rap Guns and Ships is one of the best things you’ve ever gotten to witness
    • Also, he felt really bad for poor Eliza
  • Dear Evan Hansen is next on your list
    • Draco didn’t completely understand it, but he understood enough
    • “What’s an e-mail?”
    • That takes a while to explain
    • This show was the first one that really made Draco cry
    • He loves having you sing “You Will Be Found” to him
    • You’re swooning over Connor the entire sho–wait
    • ^im so sorry
  • Since it closed on Broadway, you have another cuddle session in your room and watch Les Miserables
    • Draco makes a shocking discovery
    • “Hey, that Marius guy looks just like the old portrait of the author Newt Scamander hanging in the Hogwarts library!”
    • “Why did literally everybody have to die…?”
    • He compared his father to Monsieur Thenardier quite a lot
    • “Monsieur Thenardier looks just like Pirelli from Sweeney Todd?”
    • “Babe, it’s the same actor.”
    • “Then why does Madame Thenardier look just like my aunt…?”
    • He comes up with a theory that Bellatrix is actually still alive and is now starring in a bunch of musical films
    • He really loves the Les Mis soundtrack
    • You two love to sing “A Heart Full of Love” together
  • Absolutely no musical could confuse Draco more than Cats did.
    • “Draco, what do you mean it’s weird!?  It’s incredible!  It’s the fourth longest-running Broadway musical, in fact.”
    • His only response was: “anTHROPOMORPHIC CAT PEOPLE!”
  • Ah, Draco.  Our adorable little Broadway nerd.

I hope my fellow Broadway geeks loved this!

Tags:  @amazing-fandom-freak @imthedrappleapple @allyadarth

It’s okay to be discouraged sometimes. To get tired of the misgendering, the misunderstanding. It’s okay to get frustrated over having to explain yet again that you are trans/nonbinary, and these are your pronouns, this is your name. It’s okay to feel doubt and lose hope sometimes.

But don’t forget the golden moments. In the midst of all the negativity, cling to the moments that you are gendered correctly. That people use your name and pronouns without being prompted.

It won’t all be sunshine and rainbows, but that’s why you should cling to those good moments all the more tightly.

anonymous asked:

Is there any that you could get all the proof that the boys are stuck with Simon/Syco/management into one post? One of my friends was asking and all the information is so scattered all over the fandom.

i have a bunch of posts linked on my babygate masterpost page:

why is babygate happening in the first place (the bts war with syco/sony/1d)?

previous clashes with management/a close look at louis and harry fighting against their team in 2014

masterpost with links about contracts

another post with links about contracts

morals clause/image clause and closeting

sample AGT contract (likely very similar to what the boys had to sign on the x-factor)

here’s a relevant excerpt about how the producers get complete control over your image:

the smear campaign against one direction: a timeline

simon jones and dan wootton and 1d

speculation about simon and why louis seems to take the brunt of the smear campaign bullshit

simon created his own babygate years ago and is also in the closet

more eerie parallels between louis and simon’s babygates

and then the lemon tree analogy is definitely worth reading.

phillip phillips: a case study

gigantic masterpost talking about other musicians/artists who were closeted or abused by their label/mgmt company

my entire kesha tag (and this post in particular that also highlights george michael and prince)

my ‘smear campaign’ tag is also worth a look if you want to see how they’re still trashing louis in the press (particularly during the arrest incident)

and oh yeah my flopsy continues to flop tag because louis’ current team has done jack shit to actually promote him.

BTS Reaction: You having a side blog dedicated to another member (requested)

Jin:

You took a break from your laptop and went to the kitchen to scavenge for a late night snack. You found one of Jin’s last stashed away cookies and scarfed it down before he could get out of the shower and catch you. You quietly returned only to find Jin sprawled across the bed. He had one arm hanging off the bed, the other covered his face as he whimpered all while balancing your laptop on his chest.

“Jagi, how could you?!?” he “cried”

“Hey! why are you looking at my computer?” you rushed up to him to take your computer away.

“I thought i was your one and only!” he “sobbed” as he rolled away from you from, keeping you from getting your laptop back. “How could you have a blog dedicated to the maknae?!?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I had that blog before i even met you guys!”

“But i thought you deleted it!”

“What ever gave you that idea?”

“Um I don’t know maybe because you are dating Mr. Worldwide handsome now!” 

You crawled up next to him. “Well, if it makes you feel better…” you snatched the laptop away and began clicking away until you found the page. you turned the screen to him “This is the blog i have dedicated to you!”

He scrolled through the page a bit before he pulled you close and gave you a kiss. “You are forgiven…partially … Just make sure to delete that Jungkook blog.

Originally posted by kimthwriter

Suga: 

You and your boyfriend sat on the couch enjoying a bit of TV after a long day. Well, he was watching tv, you were busy finally updating your side blog. You could feel someone looking over your shoulder and found Suga with a sour expression on his face.

“Ew, why are you posting pictures of Jimin?” he asked in disgust.

“For my blog” you mumbled going back to adding to your tags.

“Ew” he repeated as he went back to watching tv.

Once finished, you nestled next to him, but he was as still as a statue. It was weird because he always accepted cuddles. You nestled deeper, but still nothing.

“Ya! Cuddle me!”

“No.”

“Why?!?”

“Why dont you go cuddle Jimin?” he pouted.

“Aww is someone jealous?” You teased 

“Pft! Me? Jealous? You’re ridiculous! Pft! I am not jealous. Why would I be jealous of my girlfirend having a blog about another member from my group? I am not jealous!” 

“Uh-huh sure, not jealous at all.”

“I said i’m not!”

“If i make a blog about you, will you forgive me?”

He stayed quiet at your offer.

“C’mon, I’ll let you pick the color scheme!”

Although expressionless, you could tel he was tossing the idea around in his head.

“We can come up with a URL together!” 

“No need! I thought of the perfect one already! Plus, i know just the selfies to use for the header and profile pictures!” he said as he stratched out and grabbed the laptop from the other side of the couch. 

Originally posted by kstanandrants

Rap monster:

You were in the middle of getting dressed when you heard a loud bang come from the kitchen.

“Babe?!? Is everything okay?!? What was that?!?” you shouted from your bedside too much in a rush to get ready for work to actually walk to the kitchen. 

“Um- Nothing! Just… Just a pan!” he shouted. “You keep getting dressed! I will get your coffee ready!”

You walked out of the bedroom ready to go only to be greeted by a grumpy face Namjoon. Your cup of coffee was waiting for you thankfully, but Rap monster stood behind the counter with his arms crossed, one hand clutching your tablet. 

You waked straight up to him. “What’s wrong baby? Why that face?”

“I found someone’s tumblr and it turns out their blog is a virtual shrine to my band-mate Kim Taehyung.” he grumbled. 

You giggled at him, because he look so cute when he was jealous. you rested your chin on his chest and looked p at him with the best puppy dog eyes that you could give. “Joonie, it is just a tiny little side blog” you explained

“So having 5k followers is a “tiny llittle side blog” to you?”

“Aw c’mon Joonbug, don’t be so jealous. I have a blog for each of you… Do you want to know how many followers I have on my blog about you?”

His expression softened and the tension in his shoulders faded. “…Is it more the 5000?” he asked softly.

Your smile grew “Let me show you!” you slid the tablet out of his hand, but froze when you saw what was on the screen. “…Namjoon!”

“Wow! look at the time! I have to meet Yoongi at the studio!”

This whole time his fit of jealousy was all a diversion to the fact that there was a huge crack on your tablet screen. “So this is what you dropped earlier?!? Nam-”

He stopped the rest of your words with a quick kiss. “ Bye babe! Love you!” he shouted as he ran out the door.

Originally posted by rapnamu

Jhope:

You and Jhope walked along the park path hand in hand and enjoying your ice creams. You heard a ding from your phone and smiled when you found out you got another follower on your sideblog, finally reaching your milestone. “Hobi! My jin blog finally has 1000 followers!” you squealed

He looked back at you with his signature triangle frown.

“why are you frowning? Aren’t you happy for me?”

“It’s a blog about Jin.” His voice was tiny.

“Yes, i just said that.” you laughed

Still his frown stayed

“Why is my sunshine so sad? You have ice ream in your hand it is physically impossible to be sad while eating ice cream!”

He emphasized his pout. Boy, the feelings he was able to convey with that frown.

“Hobi, don’t be jealous. You know i only made that side blog because a deal with jin and he said it was a way to commemorate our one year best-friendship.” 

“So where is the blog about me commemorating our relationship?”

A smirk grew on your face as you went up closer to him. “Well i dont have blog about you but-” you brought your mouth up to his ear. “I know a whole list of things we do to to commemorate  our relationship. Alot of which we did last night.” you whispered.

Jhope cleared his throat. You pulled back to his his frown finally gone an his eyes now alert. 

“…So uh… You make a good point.” his face blushed over the memories he was having in such a public place.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

V:

You and V cuddled on the couch in the midst of your movie date night. However you were too indulged into updating your Suga blog on your laptop instead of paying attention to the movie.

“Babe, can you close that? The light is bothering me.” V mumbled.

“Wait i am almost done.”

Despite your protests, his large hand flew through the air and he shut you laptop screen.

“Tae, the fuck?”

“Let’s watch the movie!”

“Wait. just a few more minutes” you said opening the laptop again.

However, you weren’t able to get much done because V snaked his way through your arms. He rested most of his body on your lap, completely blocking your screen. 

“Tae, what are you doing?” you did your best to hide your annoyance.

“I noticed you were constantly reblogging my arch nemesis so i thought i would relieve your eyes.” he explained as he pulled he pried the computer from your  hands and place it on the floor. 

“Arch nemesis?!? Yoongi is your enemy?!?”

He dropped all his body weights on you and let out a deep sigh.

“Youre heavy babe” you laughed as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“So today, Yoongi rejected my idea to be a part of the next cypher again and then now i see you have a whole blog about him! Now I am losing you to him!” he pouted

“Aw baby, Dont be upset. All of army and I think you deserve to be a part of the next cypher! One of these days Yoongi will break i know it! And baby, about hte blog, it is just a small side blog. Don’t be jealous.”‘

“If it is justa small side blog why bothter to out-” His arms reached for the laptop and he placed it down on his chest. “this comment “OMG Looks at him! I am dying for Yoongi to have this hair back”.

“babe, it is just a commment. You should see the paragraphs when i spam you on my other blog.”

Even in the dark, you could see V’s eyes light up. “You have a blog about me?”

“Of course i do! It is my main blog”

A smile grew on his face at your words.

“Are you still upset? Do you forgive me?”

“…I will only if you do 3 things.”

“And those are?”

“!) stay for an all night movie marathon 2) Give me real cuddles… don’t hold back on any kisses and 3) Delete the Yoongi blog.”

“Aish, you drive a hard bargain.” You laughed. You leaned forward and gave him a kiss. “Deal”

Originally posted by cmtae

Jimin:

You cooked Jimin his late dinner as he sat at the end of the table. He was so tired he was having trouble keeping his eyes open.

You cellphone was right next to him, so when it dinged its annoying jingle it startled him awake.

“Chim, can you see what that was?” you asked

“It is an email…you got a new follower… for your rap monster blog.” you didn’t even have to turn around to know he was  upset, his tone gave it away.

When you turned around to take a peek at him, you were right. Yup, not happy” you thought.

“Why do you have a blog about Namjoon?”

“I have had that blog for the longest time. Namjoon was my bias remember?”

“Yeah, but why haven’t you deleted it?” you could practically hear his cute eyebrow furrowing. 

You turned around, again seeing that you correctly predicted his actions. You place the plate in front of him. “Because I have 7000 followers now. Do you know how long it took me to get that many?”

His face softened at your innocent reasoning. “well, if that is the case, i wont beg you to deleted it… Just as long as you slip in a few pictures of me from time to time.” he said with a tired smile

You gave him a kiss on the forehead. “Dont worry baby, I already do!”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jungkook:

The whole day Jungkook had been following you around your apartment. You began to notice a smirk grow on his face when you even got near your laptop. 

“Ya! What is with you today?”

“Nothing Jagi.” he said with a giggle every time

It wasn’t until it was around time to go to bed that you decided that you would browse tumblr before you fell asleep.

You went to your desk and turned your screen on surprised to find that it was already on the tumblr page. “Weird “ you thought

“From the corer of your eye you could see Jungkook poking his head into the room with a mischievous smile on his face. 

“Babe, serisouly what is going on with you?”

“Nothing” he giggled for the 500th time.

you ignored him and logged on, quickly going to check on your jhope side blog first. to you horror, you blog was not how you last left it. The header was now an image of Jhope distorted face photo-shopped on a horse and the profile picture was replace with one of Jungkook. All the Jhope content was replaced with pictures and video of Jungkook, even some Jungkook scenarios here and there. “What did you do?!?”

“Nothing!” Jungkook laughed as he ran out of the room

“Jungkook! I will kill you!” You practically shouted as you chased after him.

Originally posted by nochuie


 -Admin Boat

2017 is the year of the hustle

Its time to get that education, make more money, budget and SAVE THAT MONEY, and most importantly look good while doing it

5

Robb x Reader

Requested By Anon

Warnings: sex, smut


“I heard (Y/N) rode up and arrived in the evening?” Catelyn said as she and Robb walked together through the camp.

“Yes apparently she insisted even when Bran requested she stay for safety.” He said through a sigh before chuckling when he spotted you up ahead.

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LARRY BEFORE THE X FACTOR

Okay so we all know that before the X factor days both Harry and Louis were in their own bands, yes? Common knowledge.
Harry was in White Eskimo as the lead singer:

and Louis was in The Rogue as the lead singer:

Louis has a tattoo dedicated to his old band:

   Battle of the bands competition

Harry attended a ‘battle of the bands’ competition before he entered X factor

He stated this in his interview which was shown before his audition. Louis was interviewed as well but it was cut and not shown, I wonder why.

But what most of us don’t know is that Harry and Louis both performed at the same battle of the bands competition, we can prove this by these screenshots:

And this picture:

although blurry, you make out that Harry tweets something along the lines of

“@Harry_Styles: Soo. Battle of the bands today. Some real talent here. Don’t think we’re going to win .x”

While Louis tweets:

“@Louis_Tomlinson: That Harry fella from White Eskimo has got a sick voice ! Getting nervous !”

And the posters people are holding clearly say “White Eskimo” and “The Rogue”. Their band names.

I’m seeing this supposed screenshot, I’m unsure if this is real and the reason for this is because in the tweet Harry said he “might not have won,” when when he was interviewed he stated that White Eskimo had won the battle of the bands competition. But this tweet could be still legitimate despite. I’m going to leave this one up for you to decide if it’s real.

So we safely say that Harry and Louis bumped into each other at least once during the competition.

  Cover Up

Now what makes this really interesting is this:

The tweets from the battle of the bands competition have been deleted. But why?

Maybe this screenshot can help you out:

The picture above perfectly sums the situation that is happening.

   Coincidence?

Now it’s also known that Harry and Louis just happened to attend the same concert a few years before X factor, but is it really just a coincidence? I honestly don’t know anymore. It could be a cute date or maybe it could be where they first met. I don’t know, I’d have to do a bit more research on that to find out.

To most this is just a coincidence:

Cardigans look pretty similar, don’t they?

And this was just a spur of the moment kind of thing, that they were just excited and overjoyed that they were put through and given another chance at judges houses. Right?

  Analyzing

Okay, so let’s take a look at these pictures. There’s been debate as to if the person behind Louis is Harry and hopefully after reading this you can come to a conclusion.

So the picture depicts Louis with a ball, while the person who we suspect is Harry is behind playing table tennis circled in red.

This is Louis from the same day. He’s wearing the same clothing with the same ball that he was pictured with above.

This is Harry. He’s wearing the same clothing the person behind Louis was, coincidence?

So we can conclude that although again the pictures are somewhat blurry, you can clearly see the people pictured are Harry and Louis. They were at the same place, once again. Wow, these guys seem to be running into each other quite a bit, eh?!

   This would explain why:

They looked so loved up when they only still had their name tags on.

   And why as soon as they were put together as a band, this happened:

  The toilet story

After seeing all this, I’m going to have to come to the conclusion that the 'toilet story’ was in fact, scripted. Modest! Are becoming smarter, not by much, but they are. They’re thinking ahead, plans are smart but execution is full of rough patches and errors. They most likely made Lou and Haz explain the whole 'story’ with James Cordon with the full intention of cutting it to make it look like that is the real deal and to make the story seem more believable since the scene had been cut. They’d prefer for us to believe that story rather than us knowing that they were together before the X factor. However, I believe some aspects of the 'toilet story’ could be true, maybe they did bump into each other in the toilets and their first words may have been “oops” and “hi”. I just don’t believe they met on the X factor. But either way, Modest! Management are still dumb aS FUCK.

I’d love if this theory (proof, whatever you want to call it) became more known and spoken about throughout the fandom, it seems many do not know of this and continue to believe they met through the X factor and everything else are just so called 'coincidences’.

But in the meantime, here are some cute Larry pictures:

One day the truth will be known, whether it be tomorrow or in 30 years time. I’ll be waiting.