why cant you ever look bad

Derek Hale Story (2)

He likes you, but you don’t know.

Originally posted by camilafrade

Seems like Derek has been saving you a lot, and being pretty protective of you. you don’t know why but its nice i guess knowing he must care for you and your safety. but he gets mad at you when you get hurt from little things.

You along with everyone else were at Derek’s. you were cleaning up dishes from the boys making a mess of Derek’s palace, you were carrying plates and some cups when walking to the kitchen to place them in the sink. of course you had to of dropped the dishes and cut your finger trying to pick up some big pieces. 

you loudly said “OUCH!” 

Derek and everyone rushed to you. Derek roughly  grabbed your hand with the now bleeding finger. Derek examine your finger.


“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?  WHY CANT YOU EVER BE CAREFUL!” Derek yells at you.

“sorry..” you say quietly looking down a bit, upset hes yelling at you and your hurt.

Originally posted by fyeahshippers

“your so damn clumsy, your going to get your self hurt real bad one day” Derek says still sounding mad. 

He ran water over your finger washed it up for you and put a bandage on it. You walked away mumbling “thanks” to him and went to the washroom upstairs.

Downstairs the boys just stared at Derek not very impressed. 

Originally posted by fyeahdanielsharman

Originally posted by dylanobriengirl

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

“ you need to stop being so rude to Y/N, accidents happen, she only cut her finger.” Scott says to Derek 

“if she wasn’t so clumsy and were careful she wouldn’t have accidents” Derek spits at Scott

“yeah because getting mad at her really helps” stiles says in his oh so sarcasm ways

“maybe he likes her” Issac says laughing a bit. “he is really protective of her” he adds

Derek’s eyes widen at Issac saying he likes you. well because its true. stiles laughs and Scott smiles. 

“oh my god, its true you do like her!” stiles squeals 

“it does make sense now” Scott says laughing

“you guys are wrong” Derek claims 

All the boys laugh except Derek. 

Originally posted by looking-over-my-shoulder

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

“ i cant like her, it would only put her in more danger if that were to happen, she deserves someone normal, someone who can make her happy and keep her safe.” Derek says sounding a little sad at his words.

“seems like you do really like her” Issac turns to Derek with a sad smile

“i do. but i cant.” Derek simply replies.

you walk downstairs and all the boys eyes are on you, the boys looking weird at you, but Derek, he looks sad. 

you give them a questioning look. 

“what do i have something on my face?” you ask. 

(gifs not mine) this is part two to Derek hale story : how you meet

anonymous asked:

I know that I probably shouldn't because I freak out at night but I'm addicted to horror stories. My bed is at the same level as my window sill and it kinda freaks me out so I'm always telling myself "no Mer you live in a very populated part of town why tf would anything bad happen to you of all people". Doesn't help, sadly. -Still that anon that is listening in sync

DUDE IM THE SAME W THE WINDOW THING…..i remember listening to one horror channel abt real experiences & how someones security system kept saying they had a visitor but no one was there & one night they looked & it showed the image of the person & i was like YIKES NAH NO THX & ever since then sometimes i think someones outside of my window EVEN THO IM ON THE SECOND FLOOR…..i cant pass the kitchen window at night either omfg

Inside Out

Originally posted by geezerwench

Request: Jax Imagine based on ‘Inside Out’ by the Chainsmokers
&
Request: Imagine when you come home to find Jax on the floor mid panic attack cause he thinks he’s making a mistake.

NOTE: I wrote this where Tara had died, but it was the Chinese that killed her, and everything else never happened lol. I hope thats okayyyyy xo.

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Wind blew your hair out behind you from beneath the helmet, and the streets blurred as the bike sped along.
Your arms wrapped around his waist and your cheek pressed against the leather, the strong scent filling your lungs.
The night was cool and the street lights shone down on you and the bike roared beneath you as it moved down the street.
It had been a long day, waiting for the boys to return and the lockdown to be lifted.
The second the boys had rode back into the lot you knew something was wrong.
Jax’s face was hard and your heart had filled with worry.
But the friends and family of SAMCRO had flowed out of the clubhouse and you had put on a brave face and walked towards the row of bikes.
Jax sat on his bike while his brothers got off, embracing their friends and family. You walked slowly towards him as he puffed on a cigarette.
“Hey.” You said quietly.
He had lifted his head and looked at you, his eyes filled with sadness and you frowned as you moved closer ad wrapped your hands around his neck.
He tilted his head up and you kissed him deeply, running your hands through his blonde hair.
You could taste the cigarette on his tongue and you breathed him in deeply, hoping that whatever was bothering you could both handle together.
Your lips had parted and you had stared into those blue eyes, deeper than any ocean and more distant than the sky. You had been dating him for a few months now, and you had learnt that no matter how close you got to the president of SAMCRO, he was too damaged, too broken, too distant to love you the way you deserved. He had seen too much, felt too much, but that didn’t stop you from falling in love with Jackson Teller.
And so you had swung your leg over the bike and he had handed you his helmet before he brought the bike to life. Your arms had wrapped around his waist and he had turned to look at you before he moved the bike out of the lot.
You had watched as you rode past the rest of the club, all of them taking notice in the sudden departure of their president but you had only squeezed him tighter, and pressed your cheek to his back.
And now here you were, speeding along the streets of Charming, the wind cool on your skin, and you couldn’t help but think Jax was taking the corners a little faster than normal, driving a little more dangerous, as if he didn’t care whether he lived or died.

The rest of the week he had been silent, barely speaking and you rarely saw him. He had left the house by the time you woke up and despite waiting up for him you fell asleep with an empty space next to you everynight.
You knew things with the club weren’t great, but you thought after lockdown being lifted things would be better. Yet Jax was more distant than ever before and you couldn’t help but wonder if you were losing the man you loved.
Gemma was worried too, and she was constantly asking you questions you couldn’t answer.
And so you did the only thing you could do, you carried on.
You looked after the boys and cleaned the house. You helped Gemma whenever she needed it and you made sure the cupboards were fully stocked.
It was midday when you sat at the table in the kitchen, twiddling your thumbs and chewing at your lip.
Gemma had taken the boys for the afternoon, figuring you needed a break from looking after them alone.
You weren’t sure what to do, but you knew you had to talk to him.
You sighed and stood, grabbing your keys off the bench and heading to your car.
The drive to TM was a blur, and you didn’t even remember pulling into the lot or getting out of the car.
You marched across the pavement and stormed into the clubhouse, determined to find him and get answers.
Chibs had seen you come in and you walked straight to him.
“Where is he?” You asked.
Chibs paused before pointing to the dorm and you stormed down the hallway.
Images flashed before your eyes, imagining what would be on the other side of that door.
You imagined him with another girl, with a crow eater, but nothing could have prepared you for the reality.
You swung the door open and stood frozen in your tracks, your eyes widening.
Jax sat on the floor, his back leant against the bed and tears streaming down his face.

Your heart sunk and you closed the door quietly behind you.
He had lifted his head to look at you, only to lower it again as sobs took over his body.
You moved silently across the room and sunk down next to him.
Your arms wrapped around him and he leant into you, letting you comfort him and run your hands through his hair.
His body shook and you fought back your own tears, determined to stay strong for him.
“Shhh, baby, its okay.” You cooed.
Your heart broke, seeing him so fragile, so broken. He had been born with tragedy in his bones and he had always done a good job of hiding his pain and putting on a brave face that you had almost forgotten all the pain he had seen in his life.
You rocked him gently, pressing soft kisses to his head as you stroked his back.
Slowly, his sobs began to fade and he lifted his head and looked at the ceiling, rubbing his hands over his face.
“Im sorry, (y/n).” He said quietly,his voice shaking.
You ran your hands through his hair soothingly.
“Dont apologise, Jackson.” You whispered.
He turned to look at you and your heart ached when you looked into his blue eyes, still sparkling with tears.
“I dont know what Im doing.” He told you.
You didn’t answer, you knew he needed to speak his mind.
“My father wrote a manuscript, he wanted the club to change. I wanted the club to change, to move away from guns.”
You stroked his hair and squeezed his hand with your free hand, rubbing your thumb across the cool metal of his rings.
“I dont know how to direct this club. All the choices Ive made, have been selfish. I have led the club the wrong way for my own revenge. Everything I do is leading us further and further into a hole that I don’t know how to get us out of.”
You squeezed his hand and he leant against your chest as he spoke.
“Every move i make, people get hurt. My brothers get hurt. Everything with Donna, Opie, everything with Clay and my father. Everything with Tara. All of it is just.. inside me. And I cant get away from it. I see them all. They don’t leave me.” His voice began to shake.
“I dont know where to go from here.” He said.
His body began to shake as he began to sob again and you clutched him to you, rocking him gently side to side.

“You wanna know what I think?” You said quietly.
Jax nodded and you wiped tears of his cheeks.
“Those guys love you, Jackson. They would follow you to hell if you led them there. Thats why you should tell them, tell them how your feeling.” You said slowly.
“You’ve been strong for long enough, Jax. Its time to let people in.”
Jax nodded slowly but you continued.
“The things you’ve seen, the things you’ve been through, its more than anyone should ever have to go through. And you are so strong, baby, but you need to let us help you.”
“Things are settled with the Chinese. Chibs can handle the rest. You cant do it all yourself, Jax.”
“But you’ve got to let go. The things that have happened to you don’t make you a bad person, its how you move on from them. You can let go, Jax, I know you can, you just have to let me help you.”
You finally stopped and looked at him.
His blue eyes were on you, studying you closely.
“Why do you want to help me, (y/n)?” He asked softly.
You smiled warmly at him.
“Because I love you, Jackson. I love every part of you, inside and out. And i love your dark side as well as the bright. The things that have happened to you don’t make you who you are, but it shows me how much you care, how much you love, for everyone around you. Your a good person Jax. Im gonna love you, no matter what.”
Jax watched you speak.
“You know I love you, (y/n).” He whispered.
“I know.” You said and kissed his lips softly.
You didn’t need him to say it, you already knew. He loved you, with all that was left of his shattered heart. But you would never be her, and after all the pain he had felt you both knew he could never love you the way you loved him.
But that was okay. It was enough.
“Plus, Im kinda stuck with you now.” You said lightly.
Jax looked at you questioningly and you took a deep breath before speaking.
“Im pregnant.”
Jax looked at you, his eyes wide.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
You nodded, beginning to wonder if maybe this was the wrong time to tell him.
But his face broke into a smile and he pressed his hands to your tummy, even though there was no bump yet.
“Im gonna love you. Im gonna love you so much.” He whispered and a tear escaped your eye.
And slowly, Jax’s heart began to heal, and he began to love you more than either of you thought possible.

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🍒💣 thanks for tagging me darl @nakamottoyuta, you’re so pretty!!!!

i hardly ever take selfies and this was the only successful one i managed to take just now out of like 20++ HAHA (i cant smile jskdnd) and the middle picture is totally necessary- i look so bad oh my but i’ve shown my face so many times on here already ahh

i tag anyone who sees this! feel free to do it and tag me because i wanna see your beautiful faces!! 💜

30 day otp challenge
day 28: doing something ridiculous
saruhiko/misaki

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" 

"What the fuck?”

Misaki cackled at the bewildered expression on his face and leaned across the dinner table, eyes glinting. “Do you have a cashew?”

“A what?”

“No? Then how about a date?”

Saruhiko raised his eyebrows at the way Misaki laughed hysterically at his bad (really bad) pick up lines, and wondered why he’d ever thought dating this loser was a good idea.

(Oh, right. Because he was head over heels for him. Right.)

Misaki opened his mouth to say something and Saruhiko immediately slipped one of his cucumbers in before he could process anything. Misaki scowled as he chewed. “What the fuck?”

“If you were a vegetable, you’d be cutecumber.”

They gave each other a look before bursting into laughter and immediately racking their brains for more bad pick up lines.

anonymous asked:

i hate destiel and love cas as well! however while i think dean is canonically straight, ppl can headcanon him as anything they want consider our bad representation and just bc why not :) i cant tell if thats what you meant by it but just dropping in to say that

That’s fine! They can head canon what ever they want, if they wanna head canon that Castiel true form looks like a unicorn then by all means I don’t mind at all.

But with the fandom, with each seasons pass, the fandom seems to forget that there is a difference between headcanon and actual canon because they harass the writers saying crap like we all know he’s bi now hurry up and make him kiss cas, or harassing Jensen Ackles and hating on him because he doesn’t see it the way some of the fandom does. Casing issues with people who see the canon and calling them homophobic for not seeing it either.

Interviewer: Do you ever look back on some of the things you’ve done and just think ‘what was I thinking then?’

Anthony: Song wise… I don’t even mind writing a bad song, or a silly song, or a song that I don’t wanna play today. It made sense at that moment. If it’s a song and we worked on it, I have love for it. So very little regret about songs, even if they’re not good or they’re something I would never wanna play together. I remember why we wrote it, when we wrote it. It had a purpose. 

21 Binge Free Day!

21 Day Binge Free Challenge

1. Whats your current weight and why do you want to change it?
2. Whats one piece of clothing that you wish to, but cant wear?
3. Have your parents ever made you feel bad about your weight?
4. Are any of your friends trying to lose weight?
5. Have you already bought a bikini for the summer? Do you like the way you look in it?
6. Do you run in the morning? If so, for how long?
7. Do you want to look better for someone else as well? (Congrats! One week!)
8. What is your daily exercise routine?
9. What do you usually do to keep from binging?
10. What are you currently reading? Opinions? How far are you? (now go read at least 2 chapters of that)
11. Do you exercise mainly at home or outside?
12. When did you first think “I should lose some weight”?
13. Do you fast? If so, how often and for how long?
14. What is a feature about your body, that you are proud of/like? (Congrats! Two weeks!)
15. What was the last movie you have seen? Write a review when you have time.
16. Do you keep a food journal? What is your daily calorie intake?
17. What is one thing you would like to change aside from appearance?
18. Do you look up to a celebrity because of their body? Who?
19. Do you wish to be skinny or toned?
20. Did you ever binge/purge?
21. Whats your current weight? How do you feel? What progress have you noticed?

I’m doing it with my friend @storyfuckingtime

Seventeen when they see you without makeup for the first time.

S.coups

Y:’’I look so bad right now you cant see me or else you will go blind!’’

S.C:’’You cant look that bad whats wrong?’’

Y:’’I’m not wearing makeup’’

S.C:’’Really that’s it! You look beautiful!’’

Y*Hisses*’’Lies’’

S.C’’Would I lie to you.

Mingyu

Y:’’I look like a naked mole-rat.’’

M:’’No Woozi looks like a naked mole-rat without makeup,you look beautiful.’’

M*Kisses your cheek*

Y:*Laughs and blushes*

Wonwoo

WW:’’I don’t get how you think your ugly,even with no makeup on.’’

Y:I look so bad with out it.

WW:’’No you don’t you look gorgeous, take my word please.’’ 

Vernon

V’’I love you so much babe.’’

Y:’’How,I’m so ugly?’’

V:’’Why do you say that?’’

Y:’’Whats different?’’

V:’’Let me think..Your not wearing makeup! You look fine though.’’

Woozi

Y:’’I look like a naked mole-rat’’

W:*Laughs* 

W:’’Wait that wasn’t a joke was it.’’

Y:’’Stop it not funny’’

W:’’Wanna know whats funny,Hoshi without makeup, but you honestly look fine without it.’’

Joshua

J:’’Oh shut your mouth.’’

Y:’’Why because its true’’

J:’’Nope, because your lying to your self.You are literal perfection no matter what.’’

Y:’’Lmao what.’’

J:’’Your perfect that’s what i said.’’ 

DK

Y:’’I look awful you cant see me!’’

DK:’’Shut your mouth!’’

Y:’’But im not wearing makeup!’’

DK:’’You cant look awful’’

Y:’’Fine.’’

DK:’’You look so beautiful.You don’t need makeup!’’

Jeonghan

J:’’You look different.Not in a bad way though.’’

Y:’’I’m not wearing makeup’’

J:’’Really? You honestly look fine.’’

Seungkwan 

S:’’Hello beautiful!’’

Y:’’How can you call me beautiful I look like shit.’’

S’’Really? Why because your not wearing makeup? You look great!’’

Hoshi

H:’’You look differnt today.’’

Y:I’m not wearing makeup.’’

H:’’AH thats what it is…you’re not wearing makeup. But why are you so pretty?’’

The8

The8:’’Ah what looks so different I cant tell!’’

Y:’’Your lying.’’

The8:’’I’m not because you still look as beautiful as ever!’’

Y:’’I’m gonna give you a minute to guess!.’’

The8:’I cant tell! Oh wait Your not wearing makeup! You still look beautiful though!’’

Jun

J:’’Oh you look weird…’’

Y:’’Oh.’’

J:’’Don’t get me wrong you still look nice just weird.’’

Y:’’I’m not wearing makeup,that’s why.’’

J:’’Ah that’s it! At least you don’t look as weird as me with no makeup.’’

Dino

D:’’Oh you don’t look bad!’’

Y:’’What do you mean oh?’’

D:’’You made it seem like you were gonna be a hideous monster that would hide under my bed at night.’’

D:’’Just to clarify you don’t look like a hideous monster,you look like you a beautiful girl. A beautiful girl I love.’’

Y:’’Nice save by the way.’’


A.N

ITS BEEN FOREVER!LIKE FOREVER! I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS!

There are only two ways to rp
  • Option 1
  • Person A: I HOPE THIS FUCKING HURT.
  • Person B: WOW WTF. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOUR MOM. FUCK YOUR PETS.
  • Person B: You're paying for this.
  • Person A: Wait, wait. Replying again. Okay there. Now go look. Did that hurt?
  • Person B: I fucking hate you. This is not Hamlet. Stop making it hurt.
  • Person A: lol no.
  • Option 2
  • Person A: wow, they're way too cute.
  • Person B: So many feels, rn. Why does it hurt even when it's happy?
  • Person A: Because feels.
  • Person B: We should give them a happy ending.
  • Person A: Where they get married and have tons of kids or pets and are way too fucking adorable? And nothing bad happens ever?
  • Person B: Exactly.
  • Person A + B: Nah, let's have something awful happen.
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oh my god sen please you’ve been dead for a whole year now please stop smelling so bad holy shit why i beg you PLEASE

i had plans to articulate her this weekend but when i opened the metal box ive been storing her bones in. .. .. … they smell so bad and i cant for the life of me get rid of it

so ill probably throw her in some heated degreaser and peroxide her (AGAIN) over the next week really well. i wanted to keep her natural patina but oh well. i did map out her bones (i swear they keep going missing here and there) and took a closer look at the damage on her skeleton 

Meant To Be Part Three - Alan Ashby ft. Austin Carlile

…then 2 years later she’s at warped and austin is like alan is a mess and he has started to cut so u go back with him and he proposes and she says yes

This is the last installment but if you guys want I could do an epilogue or so where they get married and it’s their honeymoon, or something like that idk whatever you guys want

Part one Part two

Written by Afiya

*Austin’s P.O.V.”

This is not what it is, only baby scars. I need your love like a boy needs his mother’s side.
This is not what it is, only baby scars. I need your love like a boy needs his mother’s side, yeah.

Finishing the set, I look out at the crowd, mosh pits still going at it, crowd surfers everywhere, and everything moving in complete harmony, except for Alan. He’s been a mess since we came back last night, and the cuts haven’t healed yet. He’s been messing up left and right, and I know why. When we played at warped two years ago, this is where I introduced him to Y/N.
“Thank you!” It’s been two years and he still hasn’t stopped thinking of Y/N, “Make sure you stop by our merch table and pick up some new merch, maybe take a selfie or so if we decide to stop by.” I smile and the crowd goes wild. “Make sure you hydrate, go eat something,” every day it’s been a pull and tug with Alan, “thanks to everyone who went to the signing earlier, and hopefully you’ll see us around,” to get him out of bed and do something, and not just sit there rotting away. And we couldn’t let the fans see this, it would ruin him. They all look up to him so much, and he was very particular about wearing bracelets today, covering his wrist. Y/N was always at Warped, I wonder if she was here today… “Hey Alan, you going down to the merch table?” Tino gulps some water then looks towards him. Alan usually goes to these things as a way to get him mind off of Y/N, but today was different. Today he looked at us and shook his head “Nah I’m going to stay in today.” His voice cracks and he turns away from us, “it’s hot and I’m really tired, just gonna go to the buses.”
“You sure? Want me to come with you?” Aaron walks in his direction, but Alan stops him “I’m fine, I don’t need anyone.” He walks off in the direction of the buses, alone. 
“Should we just leave him, he needs someone.” Phil watches him walking away.
“No, he wouldn’t want us there,” Aimlessly staring in a general direction, I feel the razor in my pocket, I’ve kept it with me today, not knowing what to do with it. Though it was only a small sharp object I still couldn’t wrap my mind around it. Why would he do this? He was better than this. He’s so strong he doesn’t need it. Focusing, my eyes land on one person. The person I never thought I’d see ever in my life again. I saw Y/N.

Overwhelmed with joy, I practically ran towards her, “Y/N!” Wrapping my arms around an old friend, I almost forgot she was mad at us. I almost forgot about last night, I almost forgot about everything that happened two years ago. “I missed you.” I know in a second or so she would push me away, and probably tell at me for approaching her when I distinctly remember her yelling at Alan over the phone for us to all stay away from her. “I’m sorry.” I breathe to her ear, maybe she could forget about what happened and we could all go back to normal. God I missed her. We had been friends since high school, and her dropping out of my life like that took a tole on me too, I missed my friend. Though her skin was covered in more tattoos than I remember, she still smelt like flowers, she was still my best friend. For a split second I could feel her arms raise as if to give me a hug, but she pushed me away.”Get off of me Austin! I told you I never wanted to see you guys again. I’m happy now, finally. After two years I think I’m finally fucking happy and I don’t give a shit if it’s Warped. You see me, you leave me alone.”
“But Alan and the guys-“
“All lied to me, and Alan broke my heart.” 
“We didn’t mean to I swear-“
“You didn’t fucking mean to keep that secret from me? The one where Alan cheated on me? What- did you just forget?” She looks up at me and shakes her head, “I’m done, goodbye Austin. And tell Alan I said go fuck himself.”

“No! Y/N! Wait, please. I’m begging you.”

“What?” Turning around, I see her furious, with tears in her eyes. “What do you want Austin? Do you want me to go back to the busses and act like none of this has ever happened? Do you want me to tell you all it’s okay that he broke my heart, and I still love him? It’s been two years, get over yourself. I’ve started to move on Austin! I got promoted, I got a dog, I’m happy okay?” The tears spill onto her soft cheeks, and I only hate myself now. I didn’t stop Alan, and for that I lost my best friend.  “You guys fucked me up to the point where I can’t even listen to your songs without breaking down. I thought you all cared for me, you humiliated me Austin. You of all people.” By the time she stops talking, her voice is small and breaking. “And the worst part about it is,” Her voice is hollowed out with pain.  I did this to her, we all did. “The worst part about it is I still love him.” Then she breaks down crying, every last bit of sorrow and regret she had was poured out with her tears.  “I still love him.” She whispers, and I hold her.  “Y/N, it’s okay, he loves you too.” I sooth her, rubbing her back in small circles like I did in high school anytime things go too rough for her. “But I can’t go back to him.” She says this in the smallest voice possible, as if her whispering it will make all of this go away.

“Why not?”

“He hurt me Austin, you all did. I can’t go back, I’m not going to those buses, and I can’t be your friend… Austin I don’t even think I should be talking to you right now.”

“Why not?”

“Because, don’t you see? I was perfectly fine pretending you never happened, I was fine pretending none of this happened, now you show up out of nowhere and I’m crying like there’s no tomorrow.” I wipe her tears and look at her, “You’re right, you should walk away right now because I’m the worst friend ever and Alan’s the worst boyfriend, and everyone else just let that happen, but you cant.”

But now she’s the one that says, “Why not?” And I touch the small, silver, sharp object in my pocket. It was cold in my hands, but still made my palms sweaty as I brought it out of my pocket and towards Y/N’s face.  “This is why.”

“Whose is it?” She takes it in her hand, then looks up at me “Oh my god, Austin no.”

“Yeah, and it’s really bad, on and off since you left.”

“Austin I’m so sorry!” She wraps her arms around me then looks up at me, “You shouldn’t do this because of me, I’m not worth it.”

“Wait, no! Alan does it, not me!”

“Really?” She looks up at me, questioning everything. “Where is he?”

“The buses.”

“Can you take me there?” Gabbing her hand, we speed walk towards the buses, Y/N in tears “Why would he do that, he shouldn’t hurt himself over me! I’m not important.”

“Y/N, stop that, you’re plenty important. Everyone loves you, okay? Don’t downplay yourself. There’s someone out there who loves you, we all love you.”

“Thanks Austin.” We end up at the bus, and she looks at me. “Okay, um Austin?” She looks up at me.

“Yeah?”

“I want to be friends with you again, I’m not so sure about me and Alan, but yeah, I miss you, a bunch.”

“Good, me too.” I smile at her, “But you need to go talk to Alan, I’ll be at the merch table.”

Y/N P.O.V.

“Alan?” I say, peeping my head onto the bus, I hear a soft cry from the back of the bus and follow the noise. “So fucking stupid, how could I let her go, how could I cheat on her?”

“Alan?” He’s against the wall, sitting on the floor near the back of the bus. “Alan… what are you doing?” He looks up at me, and hides whatever was in his hands, and stands up.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” He wipes his tears, but then I see his wrists, and he puts them behind his back too.

“I’m here for you, Austin told me… everything.” I pull his wrists from behind his back and look at them. “Alan-“

“I know, it’s a bad thing for me to do, I don’t need a lecture I’ve gotten it from everyone on tour. But god, Y/N, I’m such a fucking idiot for cheating on you I’m so fuckin stupid, I wish I could take it all back Y/N.  I miss you, I miss your smile, your hair, your scent, I miss the way you laugh, and the way you’re always so ambitious to get what you want, I miss every good thing about you.”

“What about the bad things?”

“There are none.” I take a step back, I’m not ready for this, but then he gets back on his knees and wraps his arms around me just like he did two years before, and all of my of my old feelings for him come rushing back. “Please don’t leave me.” He begs, “I need you I don’t know what I’ll do without you.”

“Alan, I-“

“Just say yes.”

“Say yes to what?” I look down at him, and he pulls out his wallet, getting on one knee he takes out a small silver ring.

“Say yes to me, please, Y/N I know I don’t deserve this, and you probably hate me but please let me show you I can make this right, let me love you, let me be with you, let me marry you because if you do I promise I’ll never hurt you again.”

“Oh, Alan.” Not meaning to be cliché, but this was so unexpected.

“Please,” He begs, “Just say yes?”

“Yes.” Getting up, I see a light begin to shimmer in his eyes again, “I’ll marry you.”

“I love you, and I’m sorry.”

“I love you too.” I tell him, pressing our lips together. His lips felt like ecstasy on mine, though I’ve kissed guys other than Alan since the breakup, I hadn’t had an emotional connection with them. I’ve never felt like this with any other guy, regardless of what, Alan and I were meant to be.

HOW TO ENJOY A GREAT NIGHT OUT

Here is a piece that I have been sitting on for awhile now. It’ll probably end up in my zine/comic/thing called Donut Shop, which I’m trying to finish. Anyways, no art, just a written thing. Enjoy. Or don’t. I don’t care. 

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HOW TO ENJOY A GREAT NIGHT OUT   //////////////

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START BY HAVING A GREAT DATE WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND. SHE PAYS. SHE LOOKS GREAT TONIGHT. PROMISE TO CALL HER LATER.

PUT ON YOUR FAVORITE SHIRT. THE ONE THAT SHOWS OFF YOUR TATTOOS. STYLE YOUR HAIR.

WASTE TIME ON THE INTERNET. WATCH OLD SHAKIRA VIDEOS UNTIL IT’S LATE ENOUGH TO GO TO THE BAR. 

IT’S DOLLAR DRINK NIGHT. PROMISE YOURSELF TO ONLY SPEND SIX DOLLARS. CLINK GLASSES WITH A FRIEND.

BEFORE YOU REALIZE IT YOU HAVE ALREADY SPENT TWENTY DOLLARS.

THINK ABOUT NOT DRINKING ANYMORE. ORDER YOURSELF ANOTHER ROUND. 

GO TO THE BATHROOM AND SEE YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR. IT’S LIKE YOU ARE LOOKING AT YOURSELF FOR THE FIRST TIME, LIKE YOU ARE REALLY SEEING YOURSELF, HERE, IN THIS SHITTY GAY CLUB, THE MUSIC IS A DULL POUNDING, YOU ARE A DULL POUNDING. 

YOUR FAVORITE SONG COMES ON AND YOU START DANCING AND FOR AWHILE EVERYTHING IS STOBE LIGHTS AND FLAILING ARMS AND STICKY BEER COVERED FLOORS. 

FOR SOME REASON, FOR NO REASON, THINK OF YOUR EX-GIRLFRIEND. NOT YOUR LAST EX, OR THE ONE BEFORE THAT, BUT THE GIRL FROM A LONG TIME AGO. THE ONE YOU DON’T REALLY TALK ABOUT. THE ONE YOU KEPT A SECRET WHO STILL FEELS LIKE A SECRET A NAME YOU ONLY WHISPER TO YOURSELF WHEN YOU ARE TRYING TO FALL ASLEEP AT NIGHT. 

LAUGH OUT LOUD AT NO ONE ABOUT NOTHING. 

EXCEPT IT’S NOT REALLY A LAUGH IS IT. RATHER IT’S A DESPERATE SOUND TRYING TO SPILL OUT SOMETHING UNNAMED AND YOU COULD CALL IT A LAUGH IF YOU WANT BUT IT FEELS MORE LIKE A YAWN, INVOLUNTARY, TIRING, OLD.

MAKE EYES AT GIRLS. THEY ARE NOTICING YOU AND THIS MAKES YOU FEEL POWERFUL. 

YOU DON’T REALLY KNOW HOW IT HAPPENED BUT NOW YOU ARE DANCING WITH SOMEONE. HER HIPS FEEL GOOD UNDER YOUR FINGERS. HER BACK MUSCLES ARE STRONG. 

YOU ARE CLINGING TO HER, TO HER BODY, SHE IS A STRANGER AND SHE IS CLOSE TO YOU, CLOSER THAN YOUR FRIENDS, CLOSER THAN YOUR FAMILY, SHE FEELS SOMEHOW CLOSER TO YOU THAN YOU ARE TO YOURSELF. 

NOW YOU TWO ARE MAKING OUT. 

REMEMBER THAT YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND. SHE IS A BLURRED MEMORY IN A BLURRED ROOM. SHE REMINDS YOU OF CHURCH. OF OBLIGATION. OF RULES THAT YOU ENJOY BREAKING. 

THIS GOES ON FOR AWHILE. THE KISSING STARTS TO GET OUT OF CONTROL. 

THE MUSIC ENDS. YOU WRITE YOUR NUMBER ON HER FOREARM. YOU MAKE HER PROMISE TO TEXT YOU. 

AFTER SHE LEAVES THE BAR SHE IMMEDIATLY TEXTS YOU. YOU NEVER TEXT HER BACK. 

THE AIR IS COOLER OUTSIDE AND IT ALMOST SOBERS YOU UP. THERE MIGHT BE A WAVE OF GUILT THAT PASSES THROUGH BUT IT MIGHT ALSO BE ALL THOSE WHISKEY COKES CATCHING UP ON YOU. 

TEXT YOUR GIRLFRIEND SOME GIBBERISH. 

ON THE BIKE RIDE HOME YOU FEEL INVISIBLE AND AMAZING AND THIS CITY GETS YOU, IT REALLY GETS YOU, IT KNOWS YOU ARE UNSTOPPABLE AND CANT BE HELD DOWN OR HELD ACCOUNTABLE TO THE SAME RULES AS EVERYONE ELSE AND THAT THE FEELING CALLED SHAME IS BOTH TOO FAMILIAR BUT ALSO INCREDIBLY ALIEN TO YOU AND YOU WONDER IF YOU HAVE EVER REALLY FELT BAD ABOUT ANYTHING IN YOUR LIFE EVER. 

EAT SOME WHEAT BREAD BECAUSE YOU ARE TOO DRUNK TO MAKE A SANDWICH. 

LOOK INTO THE MIRROR. YOU LOOK OLD. YOU LOOK YOUR AGE. 

ASK YOURSELF WHY YOU DRANK SO MUCH AND YOU KNOW THE ANSWER BUT YOU CAN’T MAKE YOURSELF SAY IT, YOU CAN’T EVEN MAKE YOURSELF FORM IT INTO A COHERENT THOUGHT RATHER IT SITS IN THE BACK OF YOUR BRAIN LIKE A NERVOUS TWITCH LIKE A PILE OF DUST LIKE A RABBIT’S HEART BEATING TOO QUICKLY.

YOU HAVE GUT ROT BUT NOT FROM THE ALCOHOL.

TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES. LAY DOWN. THE BUZZING WON’T STOP. YOU TRY TO TOUCH YOURSELF BUT YOU CAN’T REALLY GET INTO IT. YOU ARE FRUSTRATED AND SWEATY DESPITE THE AC BEING ON FULL BLAST. 

YOU LISTEN TO THE CARS PASS BY. YOUR ROOM IS DARK. YOU WISH YOU WERE OUTSIDE. YOU WISH YOU WERE HOME, LIKE REALLY HOME, ON YOUR PARENTS PORCH, OUTSIDE WITH A CHILDHOOD FRIEND OR A SISTER, ANYWHERE OTHER THAN THIS GIANT BED ALONE CLUTCHING A PILLOW PRETENDING IT WAS SOMEONE YOU CARED ABOUT.

YOU WISH YOU CARED ABOUT SOMEONE. 

TEXT YOUR GIRLFRIEND ONE LAST TIME. USE THE WORD LOVE BECAUSE YOU FEEL LIKE YOU SHOULD. EVERYTHING IS SLOWING DOWN. NOTHING IS RESOLVED BUT YOU TELL YOUR SELF YOU HAVE SOLVED THE PROBLEM. 

bearded-snorlax  asked:

I wish people would stop nitpicking about your makeup on the keychain video. It's not fair to you :( I'm sorry some Grumps fans are so rude.

Aww thanks! Don’t worry about me though- I don’t even care what they say about my acting, makeup, whatever else they decide to nitpick that day. I honestly had no idea people were commenting on me until you brought it up!

I don’t wear my makeup for them, I do it because I LIKE the way it looks. If I was doing it to impress them- then yeah it would bother me- but why would I let it?

As for people who are saying “Suzy cant act” - Yes, I totally cant act. Never said I could…but it doesn’t matter in the grumps commercials - all of the acting is bad…on purpose. lol. If they are looking for amazing acting they are looking in the wrong place. None of us ever claimed to be actors.

So don’t worry about me dear, Bearded-Snorlax.

I love how I look and I love my makeup, and no one, ESPECIALLY people I have never met before are going to change that. I understand GG is all about having fun with friends- and if people take it too seriously - well - they are missing the point.

<3