why do people like breaking my heart

I’ve recently seen a lot of fic writers -including myself and some friends- begging for comments on their fics. Why is it that we even have to do that?

Fanfic writers often pour their hearts and souls into their stories and get next to no feedback. Amazing, huge pieces of work get next to no comments. But the hit count? The sub count? The bookmarks? Those numbers can be in the hundreds.

We see you there as a new sub, coming back to read the next chapter, which is nice. But y’know what that ends up feeling like?

“They don’t like it enough to comment”, “My story isn’t interesting enough”.

You’re consuming free content that people sometimes break their backs to put out for you and you can’t even leave a, “I really enjoyed this!”?

I’ve experienced and heard of people directly demanding content from writers then not acknowledging the content when it comes out. They simply read it, then move on like they’re owed it.

Fanfic writers don’t owe you a single thing.

Sure, there are times when you really are too busy to leave a comment. I’ve been there, where you squeeze in reading a new chapter on a work break or right before something you have to do. But I’m not saying that you have to comment on every chapter, just every few chapters. It really helps us see that you’re still there and invested, so if you have a second, leave a comment.

It doesn’t have to be long or detailed, just let us know you enjoyed it. Maybe point out your favorite part of the chapter. Hell, let us know -use constructive criticism, don’t be rude- what parts you didn’t like.

Most of us just want feedback.

A lot of the fun in writing a fic comes from interacting with readers in the comments for most fanfic writers, so if you enjoy a story let us know. It’s like paying us for our work without actual money.

And I know, there are a million posts like this and you might reblog it and think, “YEAH, THIS” but you best not JUST reblog this post. Take it to heart. Leave a comment the next time you read a fic.

And Hell, don’t just apply this to fics. Apply it to art, too. Fan artists and fanfic writers create a lot for ourselves and you. Don’t kill us off by ignoring our content while simultaneously demanding that we thrive just for you.

Leave comments, reblog art and add tags. Don’t kill of content creators because you didn’t appreciate them.

Ed Sheeran ÷ breakdown

Eraser: guitar is just wowowow,, some ed raps that just make u want 2 listen its gr8. Also has 90s soulful pop ballad type of mood 2 it. 8/10

Castle on the Hill: okok there’s a reason this was a single i mean,,, it’s sweet and sad and ed. 8.5/10

Dive: guitar melody is similar to thinking out loud. lyrics are more than good, they’re grrrreeeaaat. THE CHORUS OMG. SWEET GUITAR SOLO TOO. 9/10

Shape of You: this is a bop, obviously it was a single what do u expect? strong song on here. bell things remind me of rugrats tho. 7/10

Perfect: this is going to be a popular choice for the first dance at weddings it’s perfect for that. get it? perfect? 6.5/10

Galway Girl: honestly??? SUCH A BOP. that lil irish jig throughout it? perfect. a song about a galway girl and a perfect night how could you NOT like it? honestly this song is the bee’s knees. my fave for sure. 20/10

Happier: sad sad sad who left ed? who could leave this ginger angel? omg I guess it’s ok for u to rip my heart out. it’s not a vital organ or anything. the hey ya’s are beautiful. majestically sad. 9/10

New Man: haha he wears a man bag on his shoulder but i call it purse. nice. A+ lyric. ed doesn’t want to know about ur new man. the record scratches at the end r nice. 8.5/10

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here: another ed classic to be at weddings. wonderful lyrics. second chorus it picks up. THAT BRIDGE THO. 6.5/10

What Do I Know: easily my second fave. money and success aren’t everything, love ur neighbors people. Guitar has a nice groove. Very ed. Good message. 10/10

How Would You Feel (Paean): I feel like i should be laying in a summer field of flowers with my true love. OOOOO that guitar solo,,, so sweet and melodic oh my WOW. 7/10

Supermarket Flowers: DON’T CRY. Just a piano and ed and his heart wrenching lyrics. WHY WHY WHY THE CHORUS AVOID IT UNLESS U LIKE CRYING. 9.5/10

Barcelona: (heavy breathing in the beginning) Feels like I’m on vacation this is awesome. Saxophone solo? Idk i can’t tell, BUt I like IT. 9.5/10

Bibia Be Ye Ye: means all will be well (ur welcome). instruments r gr8, lyrics gr8. another winner ed 10/10

Nancy Mulligan: About his grandparents so sweet and is another song with a lil irish jig in it, I’m loving this. 10/10

Save Myself: wow ed is feeling neglected, but the message is good. 6.5/10

I’ve tried to write this letter to you so many times that you think I would have already figured out what it is that I want to say to you. I’ve tried to write this letter to you so many times that I even put them in envelopes but then I realize that you aren’t in my life anymore. You aren’t here anymore. To love me or to make the bad dreams go away. I never liked being with other people, never really was one for company. But you.. you. Your presence and well being was enough for me even if you only stayed for 5 minutes. My point is, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed having you around which is scary for me cause I never really enjoy anything anymore. I guess that’s why I broke your heart before you got the chance to break mine. I guess I didn’t like that you had the power to destroy me so I destroyed you.. Sicking, I know. You loved me so well and I didn’t know what to do with that love. I didn’t know where to put it. I don’t know how to be loved or to accept love and I think that’s my problem. I was never loved right so it made me cold and for that I made you cold and I want you to know how sorry I am. I am sorry that I ended things between us with no warning or signs or hints, as if you’re suppose to give hints. God, I am so sorry. I hope one day you can look back and understand why I did what I do even if I don’t understand it myself. I loved you. I still love you but that doesn’t matter because you’re not here. You’re  not here to hear me say that I love you. You’re not here to wipe the tears away when the world gets to hard for me. I guess what I wanted to say is thank you. Thank you for choosing to love me when you could of loved anyone else. Thank you for loving me. All of me. You’re going to live forever in me.
—  This is Goodbye//pt. 1// Deeply Feeling Series
Her.

This is a soulmate story and completely different to what I usually write about. It took me forever to write but I actually like how it turned out. Let me know what you think and if you would like to read another part. Thank you.xxx

Ouch.
Harry looked down to where it felt like he chopped his whole finger off and huffed when he found his skin flawless. Of course. Of course, it wasn’t him who hurt himself it was her. She was the clumsiest thing he ever met, he swears to-
He actually never met her. And maybe that was exactly why he was so huffy and grumpy all the time and got even more irritated when she didn’t watch where she was going.
She was his soulmate ans she took an awful lot of time to finally get to him. Even though Harry had to admit that he wasn’t too sure if he would be over the moon happy as everyone said he would be when he finally met her.
She was just an awful lot. She was happy when Harry was sad, and when Harry was happy, she was sad.
The fact that he felt her emotions just as strong as his own made him go insane, the doubled trouble too much for him at times. But sometimes it comforted him to know that she felt the same. That she felt him. He loved it when she would rub her own tummy when she felt him mopping around because he felt her rubs and it made him happy. And he loved to kiss over the parts she hurt on his self when he felt the burn on his skin because he knew it made it better for her.
Just how he did now. He kissed over his fingertip three times, a forth time when he still felt her pout.
Yes, he loved her with all his heart even though sometimes he felt like crying frustrated tears when she became too much for him to handle.
The only thing he didn’t love about her was that she took so awfully long to get to him. All his friends already found their other half while he searched for her everyday but she was nowhere to be found.
It didn’t help that she had a boyfriend either. Harry didn’t knew why she needed a boyfriend when she,(he’ll stop with the annoying stressing on ‘she’ now even though he felt the need to express that she wasn’t just any she), when she had him. It broke his heart over and over again when he felt her boyfriend kissing her because only Harry was supposed to do that. Harry didn’t understand why she needed a boyfriend when she sent an ‘I love you’ to Harry every night before she fell asleep.
When Harry told his mum that he was able to communicate with her her jaw dropped to the floor and she gushed about how special that was and while they already were soulmates they had an even more special connection than others. Harry believed it was just because it took so long and their souls craved each other so they had to find a way to overcome the distance.
While they were only able to communicate in the morning and at night it was enough because he had the time to tell her that he loved her and longed for her and needed her and so much more. But it still wasn’t enough because even though it was nice to hear her telling him how much she loved him every day he wanted to see her lips wrapping around the words before he wrapped his lips around hers. He wanted to be able to hold her and have her hold him and be with her. Even though he knew he had forever with her he needed forever to start as soon as possible.


Y/N was just as desperate to find him even though she had a boyfriend. She liked her boyfriend but didn’t love him because there was only one person she could ever love. But because she hasn’t found him yet she needed a distraction so the hole in her chest couldn’t grow any more and eventually swallow her whole.
She loved him so much already. So, so much. Even though she wouldn’t admit it she was dependent on him already, she lived for the ‘I love you’s he sent her and his kisses when she hurt herself.
Just like now, she felt the gentle pressure of his pillowy lips against her fingertip and just like every time it happened she just wanted to feel his lips against hers. She just wanted him here with her.
Harry felt her pain just like always. It didn’t matter if it was physical pain or emotional pain, he felt it. He closed his eyes with frustration but not because she annoyed him, no. Because he wished he could take that pain away from her. Make her forget she ever felt lonely.
He sent her a ‘Soon, my love.’, and hoped she heard him because somehow it was still morning even though it was 11:13.
'Soon isn’t soon enough.’ he received back and smiled softly in agreement.
'We’ll find each other. I promise.’ Oh, how he wished he could send her a hug as well.
“Promise to love me too?”
“More than anything.”

It was the longest conversation they ever had. Harry had a feeling it was because their connection grew stronger with each day. Maybe that meant they’ll meet each other soon?


When it happened nothing could have prepared Harry for the feeling he felt when their eyes met for the very first time. The whole world stopped and he saw nothing but her. She was beautiful. So incredibly beautiful. Her eyes had the color of melted chocolate and Harry loved melted chocolate. Her lips were plump and full, their color reminded him of strawberries and when he thought about strawberries with melted chocolate he felt like he could cry.
When Y/N’s eyes landed on him it was like time stood still and nothing existed but him. And her. Together. His eyes had an ocean like color and Y/N loved the ocean. His lips were plump and perfectly shaped, their color reminded her of raspberries and when she thought about a day by the ocean with raspberries she felt like she could cry.
They pushed through the people who were in their way until they reached each other, both not looking away for a single second.
“My love.” Harry cried and reached out to touch her skin.
She closed her eyes when he touched her, overwhelmed by the love she felt for the man standing in front of her. The love radiating of of him.
Harry pulled her to him, wrapping her in a tight hug. Y/N nuzzled her face into his neck, kissing his shoulder a few times. She liked the way he smelled, like fresh laundry and a tad bit of perfume.
Harry loved the way she wrapped around him perfectly, she was made for him. Just for him, he knew it.
“What’s your name?” he asked her quietly, pulling back a bit to look into her eyes and a new wave of love for her hit him when he saw her loving gaze.
“Y/N.” she told him.
“Y/N.” he repeated in awe.
“Beautiful. I’m Harry.”
“Harry.” she whispered and stroked over his cheek.
God, she loved him. Her eyes wandered over his face, trying to memorize every little detail. He was handsome. So incredibly handsome. Actually, handsome wasn’t the right adjective to describe him. Beautiful. Yeah, beautiful seemed to fit better.
Harry watched her, how her eyes ran over his features. Under any other circumstances he would have felt uncomfortable if someone would have looked at him so intently but it was her and he loved the way she looked at him. He loved it because her eyes held love and adoration.
Harry was sure that she was the most beautiful woman to ever walk the earth. She was absolutely and completely perfect. And she was his. Well, not exactly…
Y/N watched with concern how the smile left his face and a frown took over his features.
“Hey, what’s going on?” she asked him gently and grabbed onto his hands, frowning herself when she felt his big rings which blocked her from feeling his fingers thread through hers, blocked her from feeling his skin against hers.
“Will you come home with me? So we can talk?” he questioned almost shyly, squeezing her hands so she knew he was alright.
“Of course.” she nodded without a hint of hesitation.
He might still be a stranger but she loved him and she had no worries about going home with him.


Once they arrived Harry made them both some tea,taking his time with the process. Y/N couldn’t help but notice the change in his demeanor, how the happiness from earlier seemed to be completely gone and replaced with… frustration?
She also couldn’t help the horrible thought that took over her mind. Her worst nightmares of her soulmate not being happy with her. Not loving her. What if Harry had a completely different idea of his other half? What if she wasn’t enough for him?
“Y-You’re not happy that you met me, right?” she asked shakily.
Harry whirled around with shock, he felt like someone just punched him in the throat . She might as well have.
“What? Darling, no.” he shook his head vehemently and rushed over to her, hugging her tightly to his chest.
“No, no, no.” he whimpered and kissed her forehead over and over again.
“Don’t ever think that. You hear me?”
“Then what’s going on? You seem like something is bothering you. Something about me.” she searched his eyes but found no answer.
It was crazy because now that she actually was with him she couldn’t feel his emotions anymore. At least not the way she did before.
“Yeah…” Harry admitted somewhat ashamed.
“Yeah? What is it?” she begged to know and almost lost her mind when Harry pulled away from her.
“It’s just… You have a boyfriend and… I don’t know what to do with that.”
She starred at him for a few moments. This time she was in shock. He knew that? And why did he think of it when she hasn’t thought about her boyfriend for a single second since she met Harry?
“How do you…” she trailed off but she didn’t need to finish her sentence.
“I feel it. I feel it every time he kisses you because it breaks my heart. And I also feel it when you do… other things. Feels like someone rips my heart out then.”
“Harry… I’m sorry. But I’m sure you had a girlfriend before as well, so-”
“No, I haven’t.” he shook his head.
“You haven’t?” she asked disbelievingly.
“No. Why should I want a girlfriend who could never make me happy when the love of my life is waiting for me?”
“Harry…” she sighed.
“I mean I know that people have relationships before they meet their other half but I just never wanted that. I want to discover everything that comes with love with you and nobody else. I hoped my soulmate would feel the same.”
“Do you really think I love him?”
“I feel the butterflies whenever you look at him, love.” he smiled sadly.
“I like him. And he’s important to me. But that’s it. There’s only one person I will ever be able to love and that’s you.”
“But… but when you know that why do you need him?” he asked her.
“Because I’m lonely. I hate being on my own. I always hated that empty feeling in my chest and knowing that only one person on this whole planet could fill that empty space… I felt hopeless.”
He understood her, he did. But then again, he didn’t. Didn’t she know that he felt exactly the same? He felt empty and lonely but he knew that anyone who wasn’t her couldn’t take those feelings away from him.
What he really couldn’t understand was how she could catch feelings for her boyfriend. He always thought it wasn’t possible for someone to fall in love with anyone but their soulmate. And she was in love with her boyfriend even if she wouldn’t admit it.
“You love him.” Harry stated.
“Harry, I don’t. I love you. You.
“But you love him too.”
She sighed with frustration and walked over to where he was standing, taking his face in her hands and forcing him to look at her.
“He’s important to me but I don’t love him. I never could.”
She gave Harry a chance to prostest again but his mouth remained shut.
“Now can we please stop fighting about this? I never thought I’d fight with you the first time I meet you.”
Harry nodded and sighed, she was right.
“I love you, okay? Please don’t ever doubt that.”
“I love you too.” Harry mumbled and pulled her closer to him, flush against his chest with his arms around her waist.
Y/N threaded her fingers through his short curls, scratching lightly against his scalp because she knew how much Harry loved that. She pressed a kiss to the shell of his ears, smiling softly at the grateful hum she received.
She pulled back a bit to look at him, stroking his cheeks tenderly and admiring the way his eyes closed with the pleasure of having her here with him.
“Harry…” she whispered softly.
“Hm?”
“I want to kiss you.”
His eyes opened immediately, his nerves evident. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
He hasn’t thought about that yet. He never kissed someone before. What if he messes up completely? What if he’s so bad that she doesn’t want him anymore?
What if… he isn’t as good as her boyfriend?
“We d-don’t have to if that’s t-to fast for you. We can take it slow.” she stuttered.
“No! No, no, no. Of course I want to kiss you. But… it’s just… you’re my first. And I don’t want to mess up.” he shrugged shyly.
“Harry, you could never mess up. You kissed my forehead earlier, right? S'just the same only on the lips.”
Harry nodded and thought for a moment. He could do it, right?
He pulled her as close as he possibly could, one hand on the side of her face and the other one squeezing her waist. Y/N cupped his face in her own hands, stroking over his raspberry pink lips that she noticed immediately when her eyes landed on him for the first time earlier. They were soft to the touch and she could feel a light layer of chapstick.
And then she leaned in. First she rubbed the tip of her nose against his before she tilted her head to the side and captured his bottom lip between hers. The kiss was soft and loving, letting him get used to the feeling of being kissed before she fastened her lips to his again and let them linger, humming softly when she felt him kiss her back. With the next one she licked over his bottom lip with her tongue, motioning for him to open for her and he did, moaning when her tongue licked over his. She pressed a few more pecks against his lips before pulling back, chuckling softly when he whined at the loss.
He opened his eyes and saw her gentle smile that showed nothing but pure happiness. Her eyes were sparkling and he could see the love in them. This was just what he wanted. What he’s been waiting for all his life.
“Was I any good?” he asked sheepishly when he felt his cheeks heating up from her intense gaze.
“You were perfect. Best kiss I ever had.” she reassured him, pecking his lips again to prove her point.
“Love your kisses.” he admitted shyly.
Y/N didn’t think it could be possible for someone to be smoking hot but adorably cute at the same time. And he was her soulmate. How lucky was she?!
“I love kissing you.” she whispered before touching her lips to his again.
“Does it…” he started but shook his head, deciding against asking her the question that burnt on his tongue.
“What, hm?” she asked him and grabbed one of his hands to somehow make him feel more confident.
“Does it feel the same when you kiss your boyfriend?”
He shouldn’t have asked. He knew it when she sighed that he shouldn’t have asked. God, he was stupid.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ha-”
“It doesn’t. It doesn’t compare to this. Not at all. When I kiss you I feel butterflies and fireworks and tingles and like… like I’m on top of the world. I don’t feel that with my boyfriend.”
Harry nodded relieved, even though that was his first kiss he could make her feel like that. And no one else could, no matter how much practice they had.
He guided her mouth to his, kissing her this time. It was a warm peck that made Y/N shudder and Harry couldn’t help but press against her more due to that reaction.

They moved to Harry’s couch then, kissing and giggling and declaring their love to each other. They were so happy. So incredibly happy that they were sure their hearts were going to burst any second. It was perfect. So perfect that Harry was sure nothing could destroy this moment…
“Will you stay the night?” he asked her in a whisper, watching how she lifted her head from his chest, stroking a tot of hair behind her ear.
“I can’t, Harry.” she sighed sadly, biting her lips when she saw his face fall.
“I need to feed my cat and Matthew is probably already worried about me.” she explained, frowning when his face fell even more.
“Can’t you text him? He can feed your cat, no?”
“He doesn’t have a key to my apartment.”
Harry sighed defeated and turned his head to look at the ceiling.
“Harry…” Y/N sighed sadly and sat up to look at him.
“We’ll get breakfast tomorrow, yeah? You can come over tomorrow and I’ll prepare us some pancakes and smoothies and everything you love.”
“I just… I don’t want to go back to being without you.” Harry mumbled.
“I don’t either. But only for tonight okay?”
Harry sighed but nodded, his heart feeling heavy in his chest at the thought of her leaving him.
“Are you going to talk to him? Tell him about us?” he asked in a hopeful tone.
He just wanted her to break up with her boyfriend and forget about him completely. Even though she reassured Harry over and over again that she only loved him, he didn’t like that boy one bit.
“Y-Yeah.”
“Promise?”
She nodded and smiled softly before Harry leaned up and kissed her lips again and again, so long until she really had to leave.
She gave him her number and countless kisses before she rushed out his door with an 'I love you!’.
Harry wasn’t as happy as he thought he would be. He always thought that once he met his other half everything would fall into place and finally make sense. That he would feel secure and safe but that wasn’t the case at all. He never felt so insecure before.
He felt her again when she was far enough away from him, felt her nerves and worries.
And he felt it when her boyfriend came over and she kissed him. He felt it more intense than before he met her and he hated it. Hated it that she still got butterflies in her tummy and leaned in for another kiss after she kissed Harry. How could she?
And he knew she didn’t talk to him because an hour later he could feel her having sex with her boyfriend. Making love to another man.
Cheating on him.
What was Harry supposed to do with that?

♥ DISNEY’S MULAN SENTENCE STARTERS
feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

  • ❛ Would you like to stay for dinner? ❜
  • ❛ Would you like to stay forever? ❜
  • ❛ My children never caused such trouble. They all became acupuncturists. ❜
  • ❛ No! Your great-granddaughter had to be a cross-dresser! ❜
  • ❛ The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all. ❜
  • ❛ You don’t meet a girl like that every dynasty. ❜
  • ❛ They’re gifts, to honor the family. ❜
  • ❛ The greatest gift and honor… is having you for a daughter. ❜
  • ❛ My little baby, off to destroy people. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve heard a great deal about you. ❜
  • ❛ My powers are beyond your mortal imagination. ❜
  • ❛ Oooh! All right, that’s it! Dishonor! Dishonor on your whole family! ❜
  • ❛ Make a note of this: dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow. ❜
  • ❛ I’m just nervous. I’ve never done this before. ❜
  • ❛ Then you’re gonna have to trust me. And don’t you slap me no more. ❜
  • ❛ Okey-dokey, let’s get this show on the road! ❜
  • ❛ The truth is, we’re both frauds. ❜
  • ❛ Your ancestors never sent me, they don’t even like me. ❜
  • ❛ What? What do you mean you’re not lucky? You lied to me? ❜
  • ❛ And what are you, a sheep? ❜
  • ❛ I will never pass for a perfect bride. ❜
  • ❛ Now I see, that if I were truly to be myself, I would break my family’s heart. ❜
  • ❛ Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me? ❜
  • ❛ Why is my reflection someone I don’t know? ❜
  • ❛ Somehow I cannot hide who I am, though I’ve tried. ❜
  • ❛ When will my reflection show who I am inside? ❜
  • ❛ One family reunion comin’ right up. ❜
  • ❛ Okay, people, people, look alive. ❜
  • ❛ Rise and shine. Y'all way past the beauty sleep thing, trust me. ❜
  • ❛ Great. She brings home a sword. If you ask me, she should’ve brought home a man. ❜
  • ❛ Hey, get outta there! You gonna make people sick! ❜
  • ❛ Now remember, it’s your first day of trainin’, so listen to your teacher and no fightin’, play nice with the other kids, unless, of course, one of the other kids wanna fight, then you have to kick the other kid’s butt. ❜
  • ❛ But I don’t wanna kick the other kid’s butt. ❜
  • ❛ Don’t talk with your mouth full. Now let’s see your war face. ❜
  • ❛ Ooh, I think my bunny slippers just ran for cover. ❜
  • ❛ The Huns are alive! They’re in the city! ❜
  • ❛ You don’t belong here. Go home.  ❜
  • ❛ I saw them in the mountains. You have to believe me! ❜
  • ❛ Why else would I come back? ❜
  • ❛ My, what beautiful blossoms we have this year. But look, this one’s late. But I’ll bet that when it blooms, it will be the most beautiful of all. ❜
  • ❛ I tire of your arrogance, old man. Bow to me! ❜
  • ❛ No matter how the wind howls, the mountain cannot bow to it. ❜
  • ❛ I liiiiiiiiiive! ❜
  • ❛ I… ring the gong. ❜
  • ❛ You are the craziest man I’ve ever met, and for that I owe you my life. ❜
  • ❛ You’re king of the mountain! ❜
  • ❛ I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make your ancestors dizzy. ❜
  • ❛ Well, he doesn’t talk about me much. ❜
  • ❛ I can see why. The boy is an absolute lunatic. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve a girl at home who’s unlike any other… ❜
  • ❛ Yeah, the only girl who’d love him is his mother. ❜
  • ❛ My ancestors sent a little lizard to help me? ❜
  • ❛ Hey! Dragon. Dra-gon, not lizard. I don’t do that tongue thing. ❜
  • ❛ My little baby’s all grown up and… and savin’ China. You have a tissue? ❜
  • ❛ That was vile! You owe me big. ❜
  • ❛ I never want to see a naked man again. ❜
  • ❛ Hey, don’t look at me, I ain’t biting no more butts. ❜
  • ❛ Looks like you’re all out of ideas. ❜
  • ❛ Insubordinate ruffians! You men owe me a new pair of slippers! ❜
  • ❛ And I do not squeal like a girl. ❜
  • ❛ Urgent news from the General. ❜
  • ❛ Citizens, I need firepower. ❜
  • ❛ Um… You… You fight good. ❜
  • ❛ Ah, you ain’t worth my time, chicken boy. ❜
  • ❛ Say that to my face, you limp noodle! ❜
  • ❛ Let’s get down to business. ❜
  • ❛ Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons? ❜
  • ❛ Mister, I’ll make a man out of you. ❜
  • ❛ I’ll get that arrow, pretty boy, and I’ll do it with my shirt on. ❜
  • ❛ They popped out of the snow, like daisies! ❜
  • ❛ I don’t need anyone causing trouble in my camp. ❜
  • ❛ Does this dress make me look fat? ❜
  • ❛ You missed! How could you miss? He was three feet from you! ❜
  • ❛ It is an honor to protect my country and my family. ❜
  • ❛ I know my place! It is time you learned yours. ❜
  • ❛ I’m doomed! And all ‘cause Miss Man decides to take her little drag show on the road. ❜
  • ❛ A single grain of rice can tip the scale. ❜
  • ❛ Just because I look like a man doesn’t mean I have to smell like one. ❜
  • ❛ Man, you are one lucky bug. ❜
learn to love | theo raeken

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

pairing: theo raeken x female reader

synopsis: theo is so broken that he’s incapable of love but y/n needs that type of reassurance from him.

warnings: angst. also, this is shit so read at your own risk.

word count: 619

a/n: this isn’t 13rw but my favourite show (teen wolf) is ending tonight so i’m crying and i needed to write something to cope with how much i’ll miss this show so yeah.


“I love you.”

The words left Y/N’s lips like a bullet, metaphorically killing Theo on impact. He stood there in the pouring rain for at least a minute before saying anything. He stared at Y/N, watching tears well up in her eyes as she awaited a response. He searched every corner of his mind in hopes of stumbling across the right words to say, but he just couldn’t seem to get them out.

“Um, I-“ And just like that the words caught in the back of his throat, and a tear slipped from Y/N’s eye and ran down her cheek. He wasn’t sure how he came to her house in hopes of having a date night, and ended up on her front porch being confronted about his feelings. But he was sure he didn’t like it.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Y/N’s voice began to shake and with that more tears escaped her eyes. “If you don’t care, just tell me.”

“I care, I really do.” Theo nodded, stepping a bit closer to Y/N and reaching forward to wipe the tears from her face with his thumbs.

“I can’t do this anymore. I’m sick of people breaking my heart.” Y/N sobbed, placing her hands over Theo’s, which were still cupping her face. “I’m so in love you and it hurts to know you don’t feel the same way, and I don’t think you ever will.”

She wasn’t lying. In fact she was being so brutally honest that it hurt. Theo had never cared about someone as much as he cared about Y/N. The feelings he had for her were stronger than those he had ever had for anyone else. He just didn’t know how to tell her, or how to express what he felt. He wasn’t sure that he’d ever be able to tell her.

Those four letters she wanted to hear frightened him more than anything in the world. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, but couldn’t seem to let his walls down. The truth is that he had been hurt too many times to count. He’d let people in, allowing them to see the most vulnerable parts of him, just to watch them walk away.

“Y/N, I really want to be with you and you know that.” Theo felt his throat tighten and tears threatened to spill from his eyes. He knew that whatever he said in the next few minutes would determine his fate with the only person he wanted to learn to love. “Please don’t leave.” And that’s when he found himself crying as well. “I can’t do this without you.”

“Then say it. Prove it to me.” Y/N looked into Theo’s blue eyes with such hope. She just needed him to say that he wasn’t like all the other guys, that he was worthy of all the love she was willing to give. A long silence filled the air between them, and Theo tore his eyes from Y/N’s. That’s when she nodded in realization. She stood on her toes and pressed a kiss to Theo’s tear-stained cheek before stepping away from him.

“Goodbye, Theo.” And just like that it was over. She turned around and reached for the front door, giving Theo one last look before walking inside and leaving him on her front porch alone.

He hated himself for not being able to tell her what she needed to hear. And she hated herself for not being able to love him without knowing he felt the same way. She just needed reassurance and he needed the same thing. But inevitably, they were both too broken to let go just enough to give the other what they needed.

things said to or by my siblings:
  • “They break your heart, I break their face. Simple as that.”
  • “Trust me, I know people.”
  • “I SAID DON’T TOUCH ME!”
  • “I’m hugging you, shut up.”
  • “Oh my god are you hugging me?”
  • “Stop doing that it’s creepy.”
  • “YOU JUST LICKED ME! SHE JUST LICKED ME!!”
  • “I tolerate you.”
  • “See this is why we can’t have nice things.”
  • “Ok but look, sometimes he gets off in his own little world all alone where he doesn’t care about anyone else. You don’t wanna be like that. No one likes that person.”
  • “If you do that again I’m hitting you…”
  • “I’M TELLING MOM!”
  • “So you’re telling me that…. You didn’t eat this because you thought it was mine, and I didn’t eat it thinking it was yours… Oh I’m eating this now.”
  • “Get out of my head please.”
  • “W h a t are you wearing?”
  • “Is that my shirt? That’s my shirt isn’t it….”
  • “No you can’t have my pants, I need them.”
  • “Eh, just go grab something from the closet and you’ll be fine.”
  • “I need you to dress me today.”
  • “I’m wearing your shirt. It’s mine now.”
  • “Would you stop taking my clothes with out asking?!”
  • “Oh hey I was looking for that…”
I’m happy for You

Hello! This is a request and because of that inspired by the song ‘Stone Cold’ by Demi. I recommend you to listen to it whilst reading. I know it’s taken me ages to come up with a story and I very much hope the person who requested it sticked around long enough to read this short little one shot.

I hope you’re all well! x

Plot: Dinner is really hard to enjoy when Y/N notices her ex, Harry, is on a date.

Warnings: Nothing but angst and fluff ahead so I’d say no.

Request: Yes.

Pic isn’t mine but I do love the hat.


He looked so good. And I hated him for it. 
For once he wasn’t wearing one of his flashy and bright suits that only he could pull of, but instead was dressed in a simple black shirt and a pair of dark and washed out jeans. 
It wasn’t his choice of clothing that made my heart sink. 
Harry looked good. Meaning he looked like he was doing fine.
His cheeks were pink from blushing and his eyes sparkled with joy. The mouth I knew was soft and warm to kiss was pulled into a wide smile that made my stomach flutter with longing. I wanted to know what it was that made him smile like that. I needed to know why he was so happy. It hurt to be excluded. 
And his stupid hair. Why did the short look suit him so well?
He looked soft and adorable, so much so my fingers tickled with the need to reach out and touch him. 
But I wasn’t allowed to do that anymore. Only she was. 
The female he had clutching to his arm was pretty. Her lips were painted a dark red I knew he must be crazy about, her hair was long and a thick blond, blonder than any other girls’ hair I’d ever seen that still looked as if it was the natural colour and when she looked up at him her eyes widened to reveal the most stunning shade of blue. 
She was pretty and she had him, the Harry who used to be mine and I both envied and hated her for it. 

“Y/N, you can’t look at him like that I’m sorry.” 

Eileen’s soft voice murmured the words into my ear gently, aware that she was pulling me out of a trance and away from my ex boyfriend. Her hand squeezed my arm and slowly nudged me to turn away and to give my attention to the people we’d come to the restaurant with so that I would at least pretend to be part of the conversation. 
I knew I was doing a poor job, though. It’s hard to smile when your heart is breaking. 
Why was he happy? And how? I was living with half of my soul missing and he sat there, drinking and eating dinner with a new girlfriend and a smile that was big and honest decorating his beautiful features. 

“I’ll be back in a minute.” 

Kim who was in the middle of talking about something funny that happened at work shot me a worried glance before looking at Eileen who gave me a soft smile and nod. 

“Toiled? Need me to come with you?”

“Yes and no I think I can manage. I’ll only be a minute.”

I jumped off my chair and hurried towards where I knew the restrooms were without glancing back at the person I missed so dearly. The door of the ladies’ room fell shut behind me and finally I could breathe in deeply.
I wasn’t crying. That was at least a small victory in a shitty situation and for the first time my hands weren’t shaking that bad. 
The last time I’d seen Harry it’d all been much more awkward, especially when I’d run off and jumped into a taxi in the middle of a busy Londoner street so I could escape the situation as fast as possible. He’d seen me, he must have, and the thought of him confronting me about it made my cheeks burn with embarrassment. How might that conversation go, I wondered as I stared at my reflection in the mirror?
Hey, Y/N, I was wondering… why exactly did you run off like a crazy person the other night?
Ugh. Why was I like this? Oh well… at least my makeup wasn’t messed up and the bit of concealer I’d smeared on did a pretty good job at hiding my red cheeks. Still… I wasn’t as good looking as the girl he had taken to sit by his side. 

“Y/N.” 

The way he used to say my name was forever burned into my memory, so vividly in fact that I could hear them replay in my mind just as if he was whispering them into my ear.

“I love you, Y/N. I always have.”

We were a sappy couple, Harry and I. So in love. Looking at him first thing in the morning when his body was naked and wet from the shower he’d taken, hair dripping onto the soft skin… it was a sight that made me melt every time and turn to hide under the covers before he would notice my flushed cheeks.
Harry would know of course, always aware when there were eyes on him and he’d know instantly where my thoughts were going. 

“I know you fancy me,” Harry would love to joke, “M’hard to resist, aren’t I?”

“You’re full of yourself.” 

But really he was right. I was crazy about him and in love with all of my heart. I still was. It was difficult to know that Harry didn’t feel that way about me anymore. I’d made his heart beat faster once and now I probably didn’t earn the slightest reaction anymore. Well… maybe embarrassment.
I took a deep breath. Harry was here and he was happy and there was nothing I could do about it. Not that I wanted to change his mood either. It was probably because I loved him still that I wanted Harry to be happy, even when it meant it was with a woman with blonde hair and the shade of lipstick I knew I would never pull off. 

So really all I had to do was get the courage to face him again.

“Okay. Woman up.”

I stepped out of the bathroom with the fakest smile pulling at my lips and eyes that were still very far from crying, ready to be strong and totally over it, only to (lucky me!) walk straight into his chest. Fuck.

“Hi.”

Hi. That’s all? And why did he sound so fucking calm? I might as well have been his neighbour’s daughter that came over to lend a pound of flour from him.
His tone was kind and the smile he wore genuine, like he was glad to find an acquaintance so unexpectedly.

“Hey, Harry.”

Up close he looked even more perfect. His lips were so pink and pillowy soft, his eyes filled with emotion upon finding mine and when his hand reached out to push a strand of hair from my face it made my heart flutter. How could he look so much like my Harry and still be the furthest away from being just that?

“Didn’t see you earlier. Did you just come here?”

My breath hitched and his eyes furrowed when I took a small step back. 

“Are you alright?”

But I couldn’t form an answer. We were so different. I’d seen him the moment my feet stepped into this restaurant, felt his presence like an energy crushing into me and warming my body from within. And Harry… he only noticed I was there because I’d physically knocked into him.
I’d lost my spell on him and my eyes watered at the thought that I would probably forever be under his.

“I’m happy for you, Harry,” was all I managed to murmur before brushing past his shoulder and towards my friends. 

They didn’t question me when I sat back down with watering eyes and they didn’t comment it when I stayed silent.
It was obvious what was wrong and both, Eileen and Kim knew what had happened when they noticed Harry walk from the narrow hallway in the back to his chair and date. He looked distraught and deeply lost in his own head.

“We can go home,” Eileen offered quietly but I shook my head, trying to smile.

Harry was over me and I needed to come to terms with that and be somehow happy to know that the guy I loved as okay. 

”I’m okay. Let’s just stay and enjoy dinner.”

What I didn’t know though was that the pretty blonde at Harry’s side was his neighbour (funny enough), who’d been nice enough to watch his cat while he’d been on tour and who he’d decided to take out for a nice dinner to say thank you. 
Not a date. Not ever.
Harry’s heart burned at the thought of me thinking that he was okay when in reality absolutely nothing in his life was even close to being okay without me with him. He missed me. Every inch of his skin prickled and every muscle in his body ached with the intense pain of knowing that I was only feet away from him but that there were worlds between us.

“Are you okay, H?” Saide looked at him with worried eyes and it was only now that Harry noticed that he hadn’t said a word in several minutes. Instead he’d been staring at me where I sat at the table with two people he only knew from brief encounters. 

He noticed how my food remained untouched and how I sat with my back tensed and rigid. 
Fuck. He missed me more than what he liked to admit. 

“That girl over there,” Saide spoke quietly, “That’s her, right? Your ex.”

Ex. Harry hated that term. I was so much more than that. I was his lover once and he was pretty sure that I was his soulmate still. But an ‘ex’ I was not. No way did that term ever describe what our relationship had turned out to be, regardless of its end.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to go talk to her?” 

Harry hissed. “S’nothing to talk about, Saide. She’s… she’s better off without me.”

Saide shifted in her seat. “Don’t take this the wrong way but she doesn’t look that great to me, Harry. I wouldn’t say she’s better off or fine even. She looks like she’s in pain and so do you.”

His chest ached and when Harry dared glance at me once more his lips parted. Saide wasn’t wrong. To him I looked as beautiful as I’d always had, but there was a change in my appearance. My neck was bent in a way he was sure it must leave me aching the next day and when I tried to force myself to eat some of my food the fork in my hand shook heavily. 

“You don’t… I mean you wouldn’t hate me if I went to talk to her for a moment, would you?”

Saide smiled. “Of course not.”

Harry nodded and with an unfamiliar sense of anxiety he got up and made his way to where I was. He was so nervous his knees felt like jelly.
The shoulder he touched me on was cold beneath his fingers and when I turned to look at him the heart in his chest dropped to the very bottom of his stomach. 
If we weren’t in public right now with dozens of people around and watching us, he was sure I would be crying right now.

“Y/N.”

“Harry, I think you should just leave her alone,” Kim muttered but before he or Eileen could’ve said anything further my body was wrapped up in Harry’s arms and my head was hidden away in his neck. He just couldn’t help himself. 

Just like earlier in the hallway the magic between us drew him in and this time there was nothing that could’ve kept him from embracing my body and hold me to his.

“M’not leaving,” Harry murmured, more to me in his arms than as reply to Kim’s words, “Y/N, you hear me? M’not.” 

The embrace came sudden and with my face pressed up against the warm skin of his collarbones it felt as if I could breathe for the first time in months. My lungs burned under the pressure. Never did I think that I would get to smell him again and I almost smiled at how ridiculous it was to miss something so insignificant as somebody’s scent. Harry understood though as he himself couldn’t keep from sighing upon burying his nose in my hair.

“Harry.” 

His stomach fluttered at my whine.

“Let’s go outside for a minute,” he proposed, “Need to talk to you.”

I nodded, almost dizzy from the surreality of the situation and whimpered quietly when Harry removed his hold on me so I could slip from the chair, only to have his arms wrap around my shoulders the moment my feet touched the ground. For the first time that night my smile was genuine. I had him back! Harry was here and talking to me and all of a sudden it physically hurt how much I had been missing him. How had I ever managed to cope with this kind of pain caused only by his absence?
Suddenly everything seemed to be brighter. Maybe things would be okay after all. Well, that was until I found her face. Her pretty and kind face. And when her eyes found mine I noticed her red lips part with shock. 
Oh god. What was I doing? I was ruining this woman’s lovely night with a wonderful guy simply because I couldn’t stop moping around right in front of hi eyes. And of course ever caring Harry would try to cheer me up before returning to his new girlfriend.
No. I couldn’t take Harry from her after he’d left me. She had a right on a nice date and a good evening with him and to whatever that may lead.
My feet stopped moving. 

Harry turned to me with a confused expression. “Y/N-”

“You shouldn’t leave her hanging like this,” I defended quietly and was about to shrug him off when the blonde shot from her seat. Oh god. If she was to slap me that would be okay and so deserved.

But no, the girl gave me a smile, picked up her plate and marched over to where Eileen and Kim were sitting where she without hesitating for a moment took my seat. I watched in shock how she held out her hand for my friends to shake and I tensed when I heard her speak:

“Hi! I’m Saide, a friend of Harry’s.”

Friend. Eileen shot me a surprised glance before taking the girl’s hand and introducing herself as well. I turned to Harry who grinned down at me and when his hand reached for mine I let him take it. Friend?

“Just a friend, love,” Harry confirmed, “Now come on.”

Outside the streets were empty aside from few people gathered in groups having a smoke and when Harry pulled me further away from the entrance I felt myself relax. It was cold (though I had Harry’s jacket around my shoulders before my skin could even shudder) and the freshness of the air combined with the beauty of the night sky made me want to forget all about the uncomfortable conversation we were about to have. 
Though when Harry stopped and I let my back rest against the stone wall of the building the discomfort drained from my veins.
It was just Harry, I realized, no stranger who’d judge me or wish me harm. This was the nicest person I knew and somebody I loved dearly.
He stepped around my body so he his was shielding me from the wind and when I dared reaching up to brush my fingers against the soft skin of his cheek he hummed.

“I’m really not okay without you, Harry.” 

The whispered confession had his pink lips part and for a moment his eyes fell shut. My hand was taken in his and he held it against his cheek, keeping it there so he could press sweet kisses to it by turning his head in my palm.

“I miss you,” I continued quietly, “Miss you more than I thought possible. I’m sorry I messed tonight up and I’m sorry I was such a shitty girlfriend to you but I… I can’t cope without you anymore.”

Every word followed a kiss to my hand, my wrist, my arm… Harry listened intently and the more I opened up the deeper the sorrow he felt ached in his chest. Harry’s free hand met my left side and pulled me into him gently.

“You weren’t a shit girlfriend,” he murmured, his warm breath fanning over he exposed skin of my arm, “You still are the most amazing person I ever had the chance to meet. If anything I owe you an apology for being a crappy boyfriend.”

I shook my head but bit back what I wanted to say next because when our eyes locked I realized that there was nothing that needed to be said out loud.
He was Harry and I was Y/N and the two of us always understood what was going on in the other’s head. It’s what had made our relationship so wonderful in the first place.
His nose brushed mine and my eyes closed. I hadn’t even noticed him coming this close to me but before I could catch a breath his hands were on either side of my head and his chest was pressed against my own and the two of us were kissing.
The short curls of his tickled my hands and his mouth opened against mine when a groan fell from it, caused by my fingers pulling and scratching his head. His hand travelled to my cheek and I giggled when his other tickled my waist before grasping it tighter and bringing me closer to him so he could deepen the kiss. I was dizzy and so was he, the both of us so drunk on each other it must’ve looked laughable from afar. 

I wanted to tell him that I loved him. 
He wanted to tell me that he loved me. 
But after being separated for so long, left with nothing but dreaming and yearning for the other day in and day out… there was nothing either of us needed more than to feel the other’s skin.
In that moment I would’ve given everything to be home with him, be that his place or mine.

“Soon,” Harry moaned into my neck and I hissed when his teeth bit into the sensitive skin, “M’taking you home soon, Y/N. Just- can’t let you go yet. Need a minute and… just-”

“I know,” I breathed into the shell of his ear, “I know, me too.”

And so we stayed, embraced and caught up in each other’s arms, kissing and sighing as the intensity of being reunited crushed our bodies repeatedly until we were so high on the happiness we were feeling all that tumbled from our lips were giggles.


I really hope you like this one… I just couldn’t leave the story as a sad one with him actually being on a date and her ending up alone. So yeah… happy couple finding each other again is a bit nicer isn’t it?

Masterlist

The One-Night Perfect Relationship | Alex Standall X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Characters: Alex/fem!reader. Clay and Hannah are mentioned.

Warnings: fluffy. Also happy!Alex. And may or may not have some High School Musical songs in the story, but, oh well…

(E/C) stand for “Eye color”/(B/F/N) stand for “Best friend’s name”.

Word Count: 2550 words.

One part of her didn’t want to be there, but the other one, which she decided to listen to, felt that the night could get better somehow. (Y/N) was on the bleachers, considerably alone since she didn’t know anyone who was sitting there, watching people dance with their dates and friends at the dance. They were jumping around, but they seemed to be having fun while doing it, which made her feel like dancing too, but everyone there had a group of friends and she didn’t want to be the weirdo jumping alone.

(Y/N) wanted to dance and her body was starting to send signals that she needed to move. So she began to sway slightly from side to side, trying not to draw attention of anyone on the bleachers. When a familiar song began to play, (Y/N) forgot for a second to try to be discreet and shook her head as she moved her arms up, letting a small smile escape her lips until she realized what she was doing, her eyes widening and bringing her arms back down. Damn the upbeat songs. It was only for a few seconds, but she had already managed to get someone’s attention.

The girl lowered her head, looking down at her own feet. And then she felt that sense of when someone is staring at you. The girl’s (E/C) eyes looked up shyly and started looking for someone who was looking at her, stopping at a boy with bleached blonde hair who was sitting a little distant of her. He had a small grin on his face, he wanted to laugh. This made (Y/N) feel her cheeks heating up as she looked down again, even more embarrassed.

“Nice moves.” she heard a male voice, which obviously came from the boy, talking to her. “Hi.”

“Hi.” she gave a small wave, looking sheepishly at him.

(Y/N) had seen him around school, but she couldn’t remember if she’d ever heard his name.

“Why are you alone here?” he spoke again after a few seconds in silence.

(Y/N) grimaced. “I didn’t even know I was coming here today.” the boy raised an eyebrow at her. “I didn’t plan to come, but my friend bought two tickets and dragged me here.”

He nodded, staring at the rest of the people in the bleachers. "Why isn’t she here with you, then?”

“She brought me because she thought her date wasn’t coming.”

“But he came.” he completed his reasoning on his own. “So she dumped you alone here.”

“Sitting here isn’t so bad.” he gave her a disbelieving glance, but she just laughed. “Why are you here?”

His eyes turned to the dance floor and he pointed to someone she couldn’t define who it was. “I was hoping to dance with her.”

“Sorry about that.”

“Nah, I deserve it.”

Neither of them said anything for a few more seconds, watching people still dancing in their strange way.

“What’s your name?” (Y/N) broke the silence, turning to him.

“Alex.” he gave her a small smile, turning his head toward her. “And you are?”

“(Y/N).” she smiled back at him.

Alex looked at her for a few more seconds before pointing to the empty seat beside her. “Can I…?” he asked for her permission to approach.

“Sure.” (Y/N) smile widened as the boy crawled over to her side.

The dance was supposed to be, well, for dancing, but soon (Y/N)’s urge to dance was decreasing while talking to Alex. On the dance floor they hardly would be able to talkbut there where they were, they could enjoy each other’s company more. They spent more than half of the Winter Formal getting to know each other better, starting a competition of who had the most shameful story to tell and, overall, talked about everything.

"So, I was already in my pajamas and getting ready to watch my shows when I heard a horn outside.” (Y/N) started telling the story of that night, seeming to amuse Alex with it. “And I went to see who it was and (B/F/N) was all ‘Get in loser, we’re going to the dance’.”

“The ‘Mean Girls’ of real life.” he said with a laugh.

"Yeah, I totally am Lindsay Lohan.”

Alex looked at the girl from head to toe before smiling. "You’re not upset about being left by your friend?”

“Not at all.” she shrugged. “I wasn’t joking when I said it wasn’t so bad to be here. I think it’s kind of cool to be able to see this big socialization of confused teenagers from afar.” (Y/N) pointed at them dramatically, then turning to point at the boy next to her. "And a little socialization right here.”

Alex still had a smile on his face as he took the girl’s finger pointing to his face.

"I’ve never noticed you until today, you know.” he said, then frowned. “Did that sound rude?”

“A little bit, yeah.” (Y/N) chuckled as he apologized. “Well, I had noticed you before.”

That seemed to get his attention, his eyebrows arching with curiosity. “Oh, really?”

"I took an interest in you because of your hair.”

“Oh, this.” Alex grimaced as he pointed at his hair.

“It’s like it’s from another world. I always wondered what it would be like to touch it.”

“Be careful there, it’ll take you to another dimension.” he grinned, nudging her.

(Y/N) smiled, looking once more at the dance floor, something catching her eyes. She frowned at the scene she was seeing before she began to laugh. Alex smiled slightly, caught by the girl’s laughter.

"What are you laughing at?”

“They got style.” she answered, motioning two people jumping in a very strange –yet funny- way. (Y/N) managed to recognize the boy as Clay Jensen, but she wasn’t sure of the girl’s name, even though she had already seen and heard about her.

“Your moves are better, though.” (Y/N) laughed at his words, remembering the ridiculous dance that had performed.

“Shut up.” she smiled slightly, listening to a slow song start playing and people start to pair up. “Wanna go out?”

“Hm?” he looked confused.

“The dance is about to end. Want to walk out there a little?”

“Yeah, sure.” Alex stood up and reached out to help her up. What a gentleman.

He was walking ahead and as soon as the girl stood up the urge to dance came back. Then she tried to sway a little as she stepped out of the bleachers. Wrong move. She stumbled and almost fell, catching the attention of a few people who looked at her, laughing.

"What the hell are you looking at?” Alex asked them as he came back to help the girl out.

(Y/N)’s ankles ached slightly making the girl whimper down as she walked. She saw her friend looking at them both with a smirk, causing the girl to roll her eyes and lower her head.

“What the hell was that?” Alex asked as they walked toward the exit from the school.

“I was trying to perform, if you didn’t notice.” she stopped to massage her leg for a second before continuing to walk. “As if it were High School Musical or something.”

Alex’s head turned to her with the mention of the movie, a smile on his face. "So it looks like I got a Disney fan here.”

“Totally, man.” she said before she felt the cold night air hit her face as they reached the outside.

They continued to walk in silence until they were completely off the school grounds and started walking on the sidewalk, where some people passed as well. Alex started to walk slightly faster than (Y/N), staying a little ahead of her before turning to her, making her stop walking too.

“Alex…?” she frowned when she saw him taking a deep breath.

Livin’ in my own world, didn’t understand.” he began to sing. Oh no, he wasn’t doing that. (Y/N)’s mouth opened slightly, not knowing exactly what to do. “That anything can happen, when you take a chance.

(Y/N) was still, not knowing what to do, when Alex looked at her expectantly, making a smile spread on her face, before she cleared her throat. “I never believed in.” the boy smirked at her. “What I couldn’t see, I never opened my heart.”

“Ooh.” he made sure to say it in a very dramatic way, which made (Y/N) laugh.

“To all the possibilities.” she continued to laugh as he approached her. “Uh.”

Alex started to swing toward her as they sang. “I know that something has changed.” (Y/N) mimicked his movements and began to swing too. “Never felt this way.” she was sure that people were looking at them at that moment. “And right here tonight, this could be the start of something new.” after all, it wasn’t so usual to see two teenagers singing loudly in the middle of the street. “It feels so right to be here with you.” they both grinned at each other. “And now looking in your eyes, I feel in my heart the start of something new.”

The boy, with an amused smile, raised one of his hands, motioning for her to hold it. “Now who’d ever thought that.”

(Y/N) copied his smile, raising her hand and intertwining in his as they sang. “We’d both be here tonight.”

“And the world looks so much brighter.” she continued as he lowered their hands and pulled her down the sidewalk. “With you by my side.”

Alex seemed to have found something he was looking for on the sidewalk, letting go of (Y/N)’s hand, and walking quickly to a bench, getting up on it as they continued. "I know…” he turned to her, holding out his hands to help the girl up. “That something has changed.” (Y/N) laughed through her words, shaking her head as she walked quickly to where he was. “Never felt this way.” she accepted his help. “I know it for real, this could be the start of something new.” Alex took careful steps, imitating with his hands the moves she had made earlier that night, making her laugh while doing the same thing, shaking her head from side to side. “It feels so right to be here with you.” (Y/N) felt like jumping, just like people were doing at the Winter Formal, but she knew she would either break the bench or fall from there. “And now looking in your eyes.” Alex slowed his dance moves, looking for the girl’s eyes; (Y/N) did the same. “I feel in my heart …” they smiled at each other. “The start of something new.”

They kept staring at each other for a few more seconds, neither of them daring to break the eye contact, until a car stopped in front of them, honking. (B/F/N). (Y/N) got startled, almost felling off the bench because of it, causing Alex to hold her, holding the girl by her waist.

“Thanks.” she murmured a little sheepishly.

“Hey girl, you want a ride?” (B/F/N) asked.

(Y/N) was about to accept when Alex’s voice caught her attention. “If you want, I can take you home.” a small hopeful glow gleamed in his eyes, and only then she realized that his arm hadn’t left her waist. Not that she was going to complain about it.

“Alex will take me.” she turned again to (B/F/N), who smirked, nodding.

“She better get home alive, Standall.”

“As you wish, ma'am.” the girl laughed at his answer before winking at them and driving away. “She seems to be cooler than Regina George.”

(Y/N) laughed. “Sometimes she is.”

“Come on.” he released his arm from her waist and getting down from the bench, then helping the girl do the same.

Thank God that High School Musical performance hadn’t taken them so far from the school parking lot. (Y/N) had always complained that school was really far from her home, so she had to wake up early if she wanted to be in time for class. But at that moment she couldn’t be more grateful for that, it meant she would have more time to talk to Alex.

In the end, she could see that the part of her that thought that night could have got better had guessed right. She’d met Alex and that had made that night exceptional. They had hit it off, and that night seemed somehow magical. So that could only mean: either that was really the beginning of something new or that had been an one-night perfect relationship. (Y/N) sincerely bet on the second, although she wanted the first one to be right.

An one-night perfect relationship is the one you have, well, for one night. When you aren’t suffocated with your daily problems and the pressures of your friends. You are a diferente person on this one night, more relaxed and even happier. Who would know how things would be between them if they talk to each other every day, or what would it be like in front of their friends? Well, there’s no way of knowing if it’s just a one-night thing or something else until you try it, what really counts is making the night worthwhile.

These thoughts passed over (Y/N) mind as they got out of the car, since Alex had offered to walk with her to the door.

“Well, I’m sure I won’t not notice you from now on.” he said when they reached her door.

"Well, it’s not just your hair that makes me interested in you anymore.” she said, a small smirk on her lips.

He chuckled. “I’m glad.”

They looked at each other for a few more seconds, both thinking practically the same thing. Alex wanted to kiss her as much as she wanted to kiss him. But would not that be wrong? Would not it be too soon? But then again, what if the next day they didn’t feel the same thing they felt at that moment? Don’t think too much, make the night worthwhile. It’s now or never.

Alex quickly leaned toward her, pressing their lips together, placing one of his hands on her waist and the other on the girl’s cheek. (Y/N) wasted no time and soon began kissing him back, moving her lips against his, placing her hands on his neck, but only so she could touch his hair. Alex noticed that and gave a small smile into the kiss, which soon turned into a laugh, making him pull away from her and rest his forehead on hers as he laughed.

“Sorry.” he said still laughing, which made the girl laugh together.

"I really thought for a moment that this was going to take me to another dimension.” it only made him laugh more, being accompanied by her.

The laughter took a while to decrease, until there were only smiles on their faces. “Bye, Gabriella.”

“See you around, Troy.”

Alex gave her a long peck before letting go of her and starting to walk away, a smile still on his face. (Y/N) watched him for a few seconds before opening the door, listening to him honking at her, waving goodbye from inside the car before leaving. The girl closed the door, resting her back on it. Whether it was the beginning of something new or just a one-night thing, it was worth it.


Masterlist

Current Underrated Boy Groups [Part. 2]

Cross Gene

Fave Songs: “Amazing Bad Lady”“Billion Dollar”“Noona You”

Reasoning: They seriously are just not well known. But talented and handsome. Their songs are super catchy. So you should listen to them. 


Lunafly

Fave Songs: “Special Guy”“Fly To Love”

Reasoning: It honestly breaks my heart when I think about unnoticed Lunafly is. There talent is incredible. It’s also sad they have lost a member. It just breaks my heart. Their songs are so good and amazing and also you should check out their numerous covers of other songs. Ugh they are just so talented why don’t more people like them. 


Mr. Mr.

Fave Songs: “Do You Feel Me”“Highway”

Reasoning: They’ve been around since 2012 but no one knows about them. They are so far under the radar. They have appeared on a few rookie shows even far after they should have been considered rookies. It’s so sad because they are so talented. 


Nu’est

Fave Songs: “Overcome’“Face”“Every Afternoon”“Good Bye Bye”“Sleep Talking”“Action”“Fine Girl”

Reasoning: Firstly I just wanna say I could honestly right a whole novel about this Produce 101 situation. But the point is, Pledis thinks it’s the boys’ fault that they aren’t popular enough and that they failed and so that’s why they put them on that dumb ass show to begin with. It’s not their fault, they are so talented and work super hard. And it just breaks my heart to see them being treated as rookies/trainees. Why is it this way? Why have people ignored and overlooked Nu’est for so long. They are so cute and sweet and precious and talented. I know they are gaining popularity now but it doesn’t count to me seeing as how their situation is so pitiful they are being treated like trainees by their own company because they “failed” in Baekho’s on words. I’m going to stop talking about it now otherwise I’ll cry. Just listen to them and support them. 


Offroad

Fave Songs: “Head Banging” “Bebop”

Reasoning: Let me start by saying I really thought they had disbanded but I couldn’t find any information on it, and no official statements and apparently they were at some Kcon or something somewhere in 2016 so….I guess they are still together. But honestly no one even knows they exist. I swear no one has ever talked about them anywhere. But they are pretty awesome group and you should listen to them. 


A.cian

Fave Songs: “Touch”“Ouch”“Driving”“Magic Girl”

Reasoning; This is not the very first original A.cian. It was made up of different members but the line up has changed so much that these 4 now make up A.cian. These four are super talented too. I hate that no one really knows about them. Also they’re super cute haha. Give them a chance they’re charms will grow on you I promise. 


5urprise

Fave Songs: “From My Heart”“Hey U Come On”

Reasoning: Well no one really knows about them honestly. But then again they were more meant to be just for a drama anyway. But they have the potential to much more than that. And they deserve to be more than that as well. They are talented. I hope you will listen to them and give them a chance. 


Alphabat

Fave Songs: “Tantara”“AB CITY”“Oh My Gosh”“Surprise Party”

Reasoning; Sigh…such a sad fate Alphabat has had. So many members have left and they have failed to add new ones. They haven’t had a Korean comeback since 2014. They’ve switched companies to a Japanese label…so maybe they will get more of a chance in Japan. Sadly I wish they had been more popular in Korea and maybe we’d see more of them. Anyway, you should check out their songs. I really love them and I wish things had turned out better for them. 


Boys’ Republic

Fave Songs: “Get Down”“Video Game”“Dress Up”“Party Rock”

Reasoning; They are so talented and yet no one notices them. They have such good and catchy songs yet no one cares about them. It’s so unfair because they work so hard. 


M.pire

Fave Songs: “I’m Better”“Not That Kind of Person”“Can’t Be Friends With You”

Reasoning: I really love their songs and I think they are talented. I don’t understand why no one knows them or likes them. It’s so sad really. Also I really thought they might have disbanded but I didn’t find any information that says they did. 


Royal Pirates

Fave Songs: “Run Away”“Drawing the Line”“Shout Out”

Reasoning: First they haven’t disbanded from what I know. They are on a hiatus. And James did leave the group but I personally think he will come back eventually once he has fully healed from his injuries and all. Anyway, they are pretty unknown but they are so beyond talented. Their songs are absolutely amazing as well. I promise after you listen to them you will love them. 


Say Yes

Fave Songs: “Get Out”“Feel Good”

Reasoning: I honestly bet you have never heard of them. But they are another band that doesn’t get much recognition at all. They are super talented and I love their songs and vocals. I honestly don’t understand why more people aren’t interested in them. I bet you’ll like them once you give them a chance. 


B.I.G

Fave Songs: “1.2.3″“Hello”“Are You Ready”“Aphrodite”“Between Night N Music”

Reasoning: Most people don’t know about B.I.G and they hardly ever get talked about. They work so hard. In a recent interview Benji even said he only wishes for their song to make it in the top 100 on music charts. They work so hard and they have been overlooked and ignored so much they don’t even dream of becoming #1 anymore they just want their songs to chart. That’s so sad and heartbreaking. Please give them a chance and love and support them. They are so talented, sweet, and adorable, and ugh just love them okay. 


Bigflo

Fave Songs: “Stardom”“Delilah”

Reasoning: They have been under the radar ever since their debut. They are super talented though. I think maybe their songs could be better but their songs aren’t bad. I just think maybe with even better songs they could climb in popularity. They deserve more love and support. 

I’ve been thinking a lot about your eyes and how I found the whole world inside of you, an entire sheet that taught me how to fly when my feet were simply movies stuck in rewind. how your laugh was the foundation of a marathon we weren’t prepared for, one inhale to break my heart, two kisses to seal us into a series of raised voices to cradle two entities. maybe I loved you because you helped me remember, maybe it’s because you helped me forget, maybe we took pieces from a tomorrow that we thought we needed to get through now, maybe we inhaled too many summers to be able to find a reason to cry, maybe there was too much me where I was supposed to be holding you, maybe goodbye means you’re allowed to be happy with someone else, maybe I fell in love with a part of you instead of your whole. and the words you didn’t want to say, i heard everything. another apology and i’ll lose my mind, maybe i’ve already lost it. another i love you and we’ll both sink into bottles not deep enough to house sin. i used to take drugs to feel good, and then i took them to feel less. and now they don’t do much but cause withdrawals. some days it’s you that causes the emptiness, most days it’s missing parts of me that I’ll never see again. some people would agree that i gave too much away, but when you love like this, your all is the only way to break. if we knew how to approach the situation, if we knew what we were getting into, do you think it’d still be called an addiction? even the earth breaks in the form of clouds, and maybe that’s why we have rain. so when my heart tears and i have tears, maybe that’s why you’re in my fears. you are my fears. you are fear. terrifying beauty, i’d hang you high enough for kites to be shot down by lightning and if lips bring thunder from a kiss we should not have shared, then i can’t keep loving where we should have stopped caring. and if the weight of your promises burst through my veins and i leave you as blood all over the pages, do you think we should really call it love? I’ve been thinking a lot about your body and how I should have fallen for your mind first.

anonymous asked:

I love seeing people gush over why they love Destiel, so may I ask, why do you love Destiel?

Well - for the long version, I invite you to read my fics, because that’s where I put everything that I love about both Dean and Cas and also the way they are together and all those things that make my heart go weeeeeeee, and as for the short version -

Narratively speaking, I love how unhurriedly and organically that love between them grew, because most of the time, TV and movie romances are forced and they never give you any explanation as to why those two characters would fall for each other, exactly, and you’re just left with this impression that, duh, hot people will automatically pair up and love itself is just about, I don’t know, dropping half a muffin on someone while wearing a darling dress and your hair’s not combed but you still look dropdead gorgeous ‘cause you’re Emma Stone or some shit (but of course, you don’t know you’re cute, that’s what matters) and the guy brushes off the crumbs and he’s rude about it but you can’t stop thinking about him all day ‘cause of course, he’s Ryan bloody Gosling and BAM, that’s how the magic happens. And that’s mostly why I don’t like and don’t watch romance stuff - because in my experience, that’s not how love happens, and I consider that way of looking at the world more dangerous than gore and horror (hashtag why are Tarantino movies age-restricted and yet we keep pushing Sparks novels on kids). So, well, I wasn’t expecting a love story in Supernatural at all and I love the fact we didn’t have to suffer though what usually happens and how Dean and Cas just - did it all on their own, in a way, in open rebellion of who they are and the orders they were given and the unforgiving world they live in.

And as for the story itself - it just works, doesn’t it? Even if it wasn’t planned, it’s plain perfect, because Dean - Dean is someone who has (had) no faith, and no self-love at all, and Cas was literally put on his path to invite him to believe and tell him he was special (I think I wrote somewhere that based on that, it doesn’t even matter if Cas looks like Misha Collins - he could have been a green goat and Dean would still have fallen for him). And as for Cas - Dean is what Cas’ longed for his whole life - a way out, and a way towards a deeper part of himself Cas knows is there, but is not sure what to do with. A man afraid of flying and an angel afraid of falling meet in the middle, as the famous tagline goes. And I love how they circled around each other at first, how they learned to trust each other and understand each other and finally love each other - and, most of all, how soft they are with each other - Dean’s been taught never to do that, never to open up, never to be vulnerable, and Cas’ a soldier, he was literally bred for battle, and yet - they look at each other and treat each other with such profound care, it’s heartbreaking to watch. 

And at this point, of course, the problem is sex - not only for the writers and the producers and the money people, because what happens if we make it truly gay, but also for the characters themselves - that’s all there is to it - and that makes it interesting, because sex is never an obstacle in ‘traditional’ stories - no, there it’s mostly falling into bed together and there’s never any problem and they both come right, left and centre, but here - here’s definitely where you see how deeply Christian Supernatural is at its core, because Dean and Cas know they love each other now, that’s textual, and I’m convinced Dean thinks Cas simply doesn’t want him, not like that, and Cas is not sure if he should even offer, because he doesn’t understand sexuality very well, so there’s this tension and shame and uncertainty there which - and this is important, this changes everything - is not the usual American teen comedy nonsense like ‘he’ll think I’m a slut’ and ‘abortions kill your spleen and then you die’ and ‘I respect her too much to put my he-stick inside her’ - nope - this is more similar to those stories Supernatural was modeled on, medieval chansons de geste where sex in not a sin in itself, it’s you having a sense of self that’s the problem, and that’s beautiful and tragic and choke-full of that I’m not good enough for you mud we all wade through, every day, our whole lives, so that’s the other thing I love about Destiel - that it uses the timeless trope of the love story between a human and an immortal being in the best possible way - to reflect upon our humanity, to wonder if we deserve to be saved - a question which despite everything, still resonates with us, because that’s who we still are - a breed of apes who randomly became something more and basically spent its entire time span on this Earth prodding in awe and terror at the question why me.

reminder you can stan nct dream and be an older fan! stanning people doesn’t necessarily mean you gotta have googly heart eyes for them friends. y’all always say you’re here for the music and dance, so do it! saying “they’re so cute my kids” is totally fine because we do that with our younger siblings and cousins anyways??? like nct dream are my lil bros I’d take a bullet for them. and like yeah… they’re young, but why not support their dream of being idols? they’ve been working hard so :’) don’t break their hearts man D o it for THE C H I L DRE N!!!! if you’re stanning all of nct except dream, you’re missing out :/ 

the only thing is just,,, don’t be nasty lmao and if thats a problem for you well,,, than yeah stay away but also in your time away please set yourself straight 

✰ * º ❛ more popular text posts starters. ❜

‘  plot twist: you let someone in and they don’t fuck you over  ’
‘  you would not believe bill nye… if ten million Science Guys  ’
‘  the lack of cuddling i am experiencing right now is upsetting  ’
‘  why was shrek’s soundtrack so incredible like who sat down and decided that a movie about an ogre would have a beautiful rufus wainwright ballad followed by a smash mouth/eddie murphy cover of i’m a believer and how can i thank them  ’
‘  i justify my impulses by the fact i’m going to be dead one day and none of it truly matters in the grant scheme of things it’s that “treat yo self” nihilism  ’
‘  all i do is listen to music really loudly while i walk in circles and daydream :/  ’
‘  but you are an entire universe and i am a bigger cooler universe where everyone skateboards  ’
‘  my insecurities have destroyed so many opportunities   ’
‘  maybe you and i exist together on a different wavelength than the rest of the world. perhaps, we are on a separate frequency.  ’
‘  will u still love me when im no longer young and ok looking  ’
‘  ʸᵉᵃʰᶜᵃⁿ ᴵ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵘʰʰʰʰʰʰ some fuckin physical affection  ’
‘  stop thinking about everything so much, you’re breaking your own heart.  ’
‘  concept: me traveling the world alone, figuring myself out, taking tons of cute aesthetic pictures, befriending kind strangers, drinking a cup of tea on a cute cafeteria, and trying out things for the first time.  ’
‘  holy shit thank god vine is gone like can you imagine all the vines about fidget spinners  ’
‘  me: reads the bad reviews of a book i didn’t like to seek validation  ’
‘  if you think you’ve hit rock bottom, just remember that my bank once froze my accounts because I bought a healthy ready meal at my local supermarket and they classed it an “uncharacteristic purchase”  ’
‘  i’m a dumbass and that’s just how it is  ’
‘  y'all actually seek validation from people that don’t give a fuck about ur feelings??? LMAO bitch me too why are we like this  ’
‘  special thanks to all the 10 year olds out there for making all those music lyric videos on youtube  ’
‘  i am so gentle and kind hearted… and stupid  ’
‘  there she goes again being over dramatic and by she i mean me  ’
‘  just letting everyone who’s ever told me a secret know that its safe with me (and my mom)  ’
‘  me n my eyebrows…………we been thru a lot  ’
‘  i wanna jump off a building and not die just relieve stress by slamming onto the sidewalk and then get up and go get a slurpee or something  ’
‘  all I want is vintage lingerie and good skin  ’
‘  nsfw: nobody’s safe from wonderwall  ’
‘  do you ever wish you could unmeet someone…. like,, we had fun times,, but it’s time for me to wipe my memory Sorry Bud  ’
‘  date a boy who reads. or better yet date a 37 year old recent divorcee with a highly diversified stock portfolio who’s looking to feel young again and can treat you to what you deserve  ’
‘  if you knew me in 7th grade i’m sorry  ’
‘  *cha cha’s real smooth away from academic responsibilities*  ’
‘  anyone else feel like they’re inherently worth less than everyone else  ’
‘  be open with your love and loud with your laughter. life is so much brighter when lived genuinely.  ’
‘  i really wish i could get a refund for all the love i’ve wasted on people like! repay my emotional labour your bill is in the mail  ’
‘  i’m such a tease. i’ll tell you how bad I want to fuck you and then probably fall asleep.  ’
‘  i’m crying my best  ’
‘  i want to be known as someone who’s full of love and radiates light  ’
‘  i’m in philosophy and were talking about how you can doubt everything’s existence except for your own consciousness and the guy that sits in front of me just turns around tears streaming down his face and goes “i am on so many drugs”  ’
‘  how fucked up would it be if an astronaut was coming back to earth and everybody hid for a bit  ’
‘  some kid just skateboarded down my street crying  ’
‘  do you ever get in an “i don’t know” phase in your life. where you literally don’t have a solid answer to anything. you. just. don’t. know.  ’
‘  which of the three pillars of modern music is your favourite, burnin’ up by the jonas brothers, beautiful soul by jesse mccartney or lucky by britney spears  ’
‘  i guess at this point i should just consider dating myself  ’
‘  there is no doubt in my mind i’m really that bitch  ’
‘  after you hit 21, you start forgetting your age cause ain’t nothing else to look forward to, besides sweet death.  ’
‘  why am i not currently in the italian countryside with a fruit plate wearing a light linen dress? unacceptable  ’
‘  hands are weird because one of them can do absolutely everything without a problem and the other one can’t even hold a spoon  ’
‘  remember to drink a fucking shit ton of water every miserable day of ur life  ’
‘  is he………you know…….*makes football throwing motion*….straight?  ’
‘  mATH, deATH – wake up america  ’
‘  does anyone else have a resting bitch face™, but kinda enjoys looking intimidating  ’
‘  time flies when u take a 2hr depression nap in the middle of the day  ’
‘  roses are red, i’m going to bed  ’
‘  u know when ur hairs greasy and it makes u feel so so so bad about urself. and ur entire life. everything is awful bc my hair is greasy  ’
‘  i’m just so glad the word “ugh” was invented  ’
‘  just another day of loving with all my heart and believing in the universe  ’
‘  you know when dogs sit outside with their face turned towards the sun and their eyes closed and they look so relaxed and when you pet them they’re warm? that’s how I want to feel always  ’
‘  come into bed and listen to the rain with me  ’
‘  people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel,   ’
‘  can someone please be proud of me like fuck i’m trying  ’
‘  concept: a really nice Italian restaurant but it’s spelled “spagooter” on the menu and the waiters won’t take your order unless you pronounce it like that  ’
‘  just found out neanderthal passed on the dna for depression and now we know why they stayed in caves and painted horses all fuckin day   ’
‘  i want kids but i’m scared they’ll blame me if they’re ugly  ’
‘  does anyone have any tips for not thinking about it  ’
‘  “what’s a queen without her king?” well, historically, better  ’
‘  i want something that doesn’t taste like alcohol but has a lot of alcohol in it  ’
‘  my kink is getting some fuckin sleep  ’
‘  i’m alive out of spite  ’
‘  not to vent but: fuck  ’
‘  i think i accidentally break my own heart a lot  ’
‘  can’t wait to be balls deep in love  ’
‘  why are there so many days?? i feel like we just had a whole day yesterday… they don’t stop  ’
‘  i walked in on my 4 year old nephew sitting alone on his bed eating grapes in the dark and i didn’t even get a chance to say anything before he said “i don’t have answers”  ’
‘  *adjusts my tinfoil hat* y’all are crazy  ’
‘  do raccoons have people hands or do we have raccoon hands?  ’
‘  mark your territory by crying on things  ’
‘  any size titty is lit  ’
‘  love lemon trees! i too am bitter but growing  ’
‘  my only constant is the black hair tie around my wrist. no mans gonna be there for me like this hair tie has. no ones presence is gonna be as reassuring  ’
‘  me???? tired???? sleepy??? yes constantly  ’
‘  the box says “four servings” but my heart says one  ’
‘  the lengths i would go to to both get attention and avoid it….astounding  ’
‘  i hope everybody is doing their best even tho we’re all doomed  ’
‘  young adult things: washing your colors with your whites because you don’t care you JUST don’t fucking care  ’
‘  I just want to help out all the people with no money but i am people with no money  ’
‘  bricks are just domesticated rocks  ’
‘  being nice is so easy just do it  ’
‘  lets start wearing cloaks and swords again. its time  ’
‘  classes are like a high level dora the explorer episode. person up front asks a question, stares at you blankly for a few seconds, and then answers their own question.  ’
‘  the average orgasm is 7 seconds. keeping a feral hog in your basement lasts for 5-16 years depending on your ability to care for it. the decision should be clear  ’
‘  will i ever have my shit together  ’
‘  i live in a time where a major selling point for food is that it uses “real” ingredients.  ’
‘  “what the fuck” is an emotion now and its the only one i have  ’
‘  it’s not a real party until you sneak away to the bathroom to question your existence as you stare at yourself in the mirror haha  ’
‘  every hard day you make it through makes you one day closer to stranger things season 2  ’
‘  assert your dominance by calling your friends by their student i.d. number  ’
‘  i feel like each year has progressively gotten worse since the year of luigi ended  ’
‘  um that’s u’re* not ur  ’
‘  i wanna be a villain so I can just saunter everywhere. the heroes are always sprinting, always running. you ever seen darth vader run? hell no. and I ain’t about to either.  ’
‘  i have nothing to say but will i shut up? No  ’
‘  i cannot believe another week is like beginning we just finished one  ’

so heres something:

every time the BBC brings up ‘obesity in children’ it just disgusts me? it genuinely makes me fucking ill. I feel like everyones eyes are on me because of it. shut the fuck up, BBC.
okay so yeah. children are ‘obese’. children have been 'obese’. children will be 'obese’.

but centering a report on them/us isnt going to help for multiple reasons. especially when you show clips of a headless 'obese’ child playing and HAVING FUN during pe. I remember a few years back one of the reporters commented that 'obesity affects the way you run’. fuck off.

Understand that overweight children probably are being picked on because of their weight, and they still will be when they recognise THEIR OWN BODIES being shamed on NATIONAL TELEVISION by MIDDLE-AGED PEOPLE.

Children can be overweight because of their parents - obesity has a rate of 77% of being passed on through genes. Don’t forget that.

And why do people focus on fat children? I’ve been fat since I was young and I’ve had virtually no health issues which HAVEN’T been related to my weight. In my high school you have skinny teenagers drinking about five energy drinks a day and not exercising. You see them eating and drinking MORE then I do and yet I still get made fun of.

The BBC carrying on reports like these every so often breaks my fucking heart when I think back to when I was younger and wanted to physically cut off every piece of fat and flab on my body, while being forced to diet by my own overweight and emotionally abusive mother (which, side note, DIDN’T work at all), and it scares me knowing that this will be a new reality for some six year old out there.

Fuck.

Virgin Mary {Peter Pan Imagine}

Originally posted by pans-dreamshade-of-neverland

Originally posted by seduction-pure

Peter Pan x Reader AU

Part IX of here

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested: Yes, Anonymously~”3-5-14-15-22 for Peter Pan pls?”

Warning: OOC(out of character), LONG & SMUTTY (LIKE IT’S ABOUT TO GET HOT IN HERE) Not all that good at smut so bare with me here…

NOTE~ This is NOT the last part, only two more to GO my lovelies! 600+ followers, and THANK YOU to all who have loved this series so far, you’re gorgeous! 


Two days later…

After the little episode on Monday, things around the school have been a little…tense. A lot more people started talking to you, girls who also have been under Pan’s spell showing sympathy towards you, befriending you in the process. But…you couldn’t help but feel like something was missing.

Maybe because it’s not something, but someone. Peter hasn’t been at school since Monday, and neither Thomas, Newt, or Felix have had any contact with him. It was starting to worry the three boys about their friend. You, deep down inside, felt a tang of guilt. Henry told you not to do that to yourself, that none of what went down was your fault, and you believed him. It’s just…the way Pan looked at you after you said you hated him…there was a pained look in his forest green eyes that was burned into your mind, every time you closed your eyes.

When you told your mom about what happened, she was actually proud of you for showing that boy who he was messing with. But, you didn’t feel all that proud. What if Pan…actually cared? What if he-

“We need to talk, love.” You heard the thick, British accent, making your heart skip a beat. But, when you turned around, you were a bit disappointed that it was just Newt. Thomas and Felix not far behind.

“Do you guys ever separate?” You rolled your eyes, taking your attention back to your locker. “How’s your jaw, Thomas?”

You heard him grumble in response, bringing a playful smirk upon your face.

“Listen, it’s about Pan.” You stiffened at the sound of his name, gripping your locker door tightly. “We need your help. He won’t answer our calls-”

“That is not my problem,” slamming your locker closed, you picked up your stuff, ready to leave. But, Newt was quick to trap you, both of his hands by your head, trapping you in between his arms, staring directly into your eyes.

“You don’t understand, Y/n. Peter Pan loves you. And we, his friends, took you away from him. You have to understand that those videos were made before he realized his feelings for you, hell, he was going to confess on Monday.”

“Peter Pan doesn’t love. He told me himself.” You refused to reason, why should you trust his words?

“Well, maybe he needed the right girl to show him that he’s wrong. You didn’t see the way he looked at you at the party last Friday, or the way he talked about you to us. The only time we’ve seen such love in his eyes was when…”

“When what?” You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. Even looking back at Thomas and Felix, both of their facial expressions changed. Newt sighed, moving his arms away from you. 

“Just…please, love. I’m begging you, I will get on my knees. Just, please talk to Pan. It may not seem like it now, but we really do care about him. And if you’re the only person he’ll talk to, then you’re our only option. Please.”

You adjusted your hold on your backpack, looking around the hallway, and then back at Newt. With a slight nod, you agreed. “Okay.”

“Good, I’ll take you to his home.” Newt took your bag and gave it to Thomas, heading for the exit.

“But wait! What about class, I can’t just skip!” You called to him, making sure not to be too loud in case there are teachers near by.

“We’ll cover for you. Say that you got a stomach ache or something, and Newt took you to the nurse. Surprisingly, we’ve got your back Y/n. It is the least we could do.” Felix bumped Thomas on his shoulder, making him nod in agreement.

“I may not like the thought of my best friend dating a prude,” Thomas said, getting you to roll your eyes. “But..it’s better than not having a best friend at all.” 


Riding on Newt’s motorcycle, you clung onto him for dear life, him letting you wear his helmet. Once you’ve arrived at Pan’s house, you saw how…clean and pure it looked. How could a boy like Peter Pan come from such a nice looking home. When Newt came to a stop, you were quick to get off, happy to be back on the ground.

“Strong grip you’ve got there, love,” Newt joked, taking the helmet off your head. “Well. Here we are.” 

“This is his house?” You gasped at the sight, Newt watching you gape at it’s size.

“Yeah. Amazing, isn’t it?” He sarcastically remarked, putting his helmet on his head. “Good luck, Y/n. I’m counting on you.” And with that last bit of encouragement, he was off, leaving you to stare at the house before you.

Shaking yourself out of your daze, you walked up to the porch, staring at the neatly painted double doors, that had a logo, which read, “Mrs. Darling’s Home for Boys”. With a hesitant knock, the sound of a dog echoed throughout the house, making you jump slightly.  

“Coming!” You heard the chirp of a young voice. That said person opened the door, looking down, you see a small boy, about the age of six, staring up at you with big blue eyes. “Hello,” he smiled.

You gently smiled back, kneeling down to the boy’s height. “Hello there, what’s your name?”

“M-my name is James,” He bashfully replied. “You’re really pretty.” He blushed, swinging back and forth on his heels, making you chuckle. 

“Well, James, I’m Y/n. I’m looking for-”

“James! How many times have I told you to stay away from the door?” The familiar voice came from behind the little boy, now standing by the door. When you looked up, you made eye contact. “Y-Y/n?”

“Pet-…Pan.” You caught yourself, standing to your feet. “Uhm…may I come in?” 

He started at you, mouth opened. Clearing his throat, he moved out of the way, allowing you entrance. Once you were inside, you saw a lot of boys playing around, or just hanging out with one another. Some young of age, some looking like they were starting their teenage years. 

“This way,” He gestured to upstairs, which you followed instruction. When you climbed the stairs, you saw many bedroom doors, and more boys upstairs like it was downstairs, all seeming to be playing around and goofing off. Opening the first door to the left, Pan walked in, waiting for you to do the same. 

You entered what you assumed was his room, sitting on the bed as he closed the door. After it was closed, he locked it, making it so you were not disturbed. “What the hell are you doing here?” He broke the silence, but his back was turned towards you.

“I-I…why weren’t you at school?” You answered his question with a question, getting a scoff in return.

“And you care because?” He occupied himself with things around his room, making it his mission not to make eye contact with you. 

“Peter…”

“Oh so NOW I’m Peter? What happened to Pan a second ago, hm?” He finally turned around, showing you his eyes clearly. They were bloodshot, and bags were under them, telling you how much sleep he hasn’t been getting the past couple of days. 

With a sigh, you stand from the bed, walking over to him. “Peter…I’m so-”

“No, don’t give me that! I don’t want your apologies, Y/n! You have nothing to apologize for! I’m the one who lied, I’m the one who sleeps with girls and takes advantage of them, because you know why? To feed my ego! And yet here you are, showing up unannounced, and apologizing to me!” He gripped your shoulders, shaking you a little bit. “Why are you so forgiving and trusting?” 

To say you were shocked at his sudden outburst was an understatement. But, you understood why. He looked like he’s been in bed the past two days, and his room smelled like it as well. He was a wreck…all because of you. 

You reached up, gently placing both of your hands on his face, only for him to jerk away, and move across the room, away from you. “Don’t do that. Stop playing with my emotions, Y/n! First you trust me, get me to love you, and then you break my heart and make me look weak in front of EVERYBODY! This is exactly why I don’t love! It hurts people, it bloody hurts!”

“Peter-”

“I had the nerve to even think that maybe you would feel the same way, but boy was I wrong! You clearly made it clear that you despised me from day one, but did that stop me? No!”

“Peter-!”

“But, why can’t I quit you? Why can’t I just move on to some other bitch that would be head over heels in dropping her panties for me? Because every bloody time I close my eyes, all I can see is the hurt and sadness illuminating off your beautiful face! A girl like you should never cry, and I was the one that caused your tears! You’re right about me, Y/n, everything about my existence is worthless now! What good can I do, when all I know is bad?”

“PETER!” You shouted over him, getting him to finally come to a stop. “Breathe. Please, just breathe.” You calmly stated. 

He didn’t even realize he was crying until he sat to take a breath, feeling the liquid fall from his chin, and onto his hand. Sniffling, he wiped his eyes, holding his face in his hands. 

“Where is all this emotion coming from all of the sudden?” You whispered, but felt like you already knew the answer, sitting down next to him. 

Don’t you see? I’m in love with you. And I can’t stop, even if I wanted to, Y/n. I love you.” He turned his head, looking deeply into your eyes. 

You couldn’t hold his stare for long, as you looked down at your hands. “I know…”

“You know? Is that it?” Peter frowned, his voice cracking in disappointment. 

“Peter…what do you want me to say? That I love you back? Like I said when I said I didn’t hate you. I don’t know you well enough to. And neither do you for me. I…like you, a lot. I’ll start there. But, love is something you build overtime. Not in a week. Please understand?”

Peter took in a deep breath through his nose, staring at your hands. Hesitantly, he intertwined your fingers with his, smiling softly down at the ring that still shined on your finger. “I’m willing to wait.”

“W-What?”

“I’m…willing to wait. Then let us build the likeness we hold for each other, so that it can grow into something more. I..I want to love you, Y/n. Even if marriage is something I have to consider in the future, then so be it.”

“Peter…w-what about your reputation, a-and your friends?”

“They’re not my friends if they can’t be happy for me, are they?” He grinned softly, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your knuckle, placing a soft kiss on it. “I’m willing to try. What about you, love?”

You looked at the brunette before you, seeing the light in his eyes as he looked at you, the same charming smile was back to greet you, making your own smile form, blush soon to follow. “I believe in second chances, I suppose.” 

With that said, Peter connected your lips in a soft embrace, one hand holding your cheek, while the other held his weight on the bed. Pulling away slightly, he stared down at your lips, smiling softly. “Can I…make love to you, Y/n?”

Just that one sentence was enough to light your whole face up like a Christmas tree. Staring up at him in disbelief, you were lost for words. Blinking a couple of times, you finally found your voice. “P-Peter…I told you, I-”

“No, no, sweetheart. A different kind of love. You don’t have to do anything, I do all the work, and you’re virginity still belongs to you. Trust me, you’ll love it.” 

“I-I…I don’t know…” You blushed, watching as he slowly laid you down onto the bed, pulling you downward so that way your legs dangled off the edge of the bed. 

“Just trust me, love.” His kissed your forehead, down to you nose. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” Kiss to both of your cheeks, “You are completely in control, just tell me when to stop.” He pecked your lips gently, relaxing you just a little bit. 

((WARNING; BOUT TO GET SMUTTY))

Peter went lower, placing pecks on your jaw, all the way down your neck, then back up. Repeating this action twice, he kissed a little harder on a certain spot, get a tiny sound out of you. Once he heard your reaction, he stayed on that spot, this time suckling and biting; marking his territory 

You gasped at the feeling, as a reflex you shot your hands into his hair, pulling on the strands. He groaned softly in your ear, an unholy sound it was, but you wanted to hear more. 

Once he was satisfied, he pulled away slightly to admire his work, blowing cold air on the spot. You whimpered, getting a deep chuckle to erupt from his chest, as he pecked your lips once more. Peter’s hands slowly made their way up your shirt, feeling every curve, every bump, every little scar, but he wanted to see, not feel. He needed to. Lifting your shirt up slowly, showing the flesh of your stomach, he stopped there, looking into your eyes for approval. 

“We don’t have to, love…” He whispered, but you shook your head.

“I trust you.” You assured him, getting a slight nod in understanding. 

He lifted it far up to where the cups of your dark green bra showed, getting a small smirk from the boy. His eyes flickered from yours, and back to your bra, as he slowly licked his lips. “You are such a tease, you know that?”

“You say that like I planned this,” You bit your lip, looking anywhere but him. 

“Would you believe me if I said I dreamed for this to happen?” He placed long, soft kisses on the tops of your breasts, his large hands cupping each one, a soft moan he earned from the action. Sucking the skin on your left one had you squirming just a bit, you’ve never felt anything like this before, and your were sure that there was much more to come. To him, this was nothing. To you, this was everything.

Moving downward, kissing and nipping at the skin on the way, he had made it to your navel, placing a slightly wet kiss on the spot, your stomach clenching up. Peter looked up at you with hooded eyes, as they clouded over with lust, and love all mixed together. He didn’t mind taking it slow for you, all he wanted to do was please you, and if just his simple kisses were doing that, he was content. He slowly, so he wouldn’t freak you out, started to pull down your skirt, he felt your breathing start to speed up, so he stopped midway, placing a light kiss on your hipbone.

“Are you alright?” 

“J-Just a little…scared…I’ve never shown…I-I-[Gasp]” Your breath hitched into your throat, stopping you from speaking. 

He placed one digit over your clothed heat, rubbing small circles over your bundle of nerves. An unfamiliar sensation started to build up in your lower abdomen, and for a moment you felt yourself dampen. It was something like you’ve never even felt before, sure the idea of doing this yourself crossed your mind, but you never dared to try. 

“How does it feel?” He asks, giving more pressure to his rubbing. Your legs twitched, small whimpers escaping as you took in the new feeling he was giving you. “Tell me, love.”

“I-I…I don’t know, it…ah,” You moaned softly, as he started to speed up, the friction driving you crazy. You could barely think straight, as you gripped his sheets with all your might, your breathing rapid, your face flushed.

He suddenly stopped, making you whine in protest, but were soon rewarded when he stuck the single digit inside your underwear, now having skin to skin contact. The sudden action made you clamp your legs shut, biting your lip hard, the dampening in your underwear getting worse.

“[Chuckle] Now, love, you gotta open up for me. Come on, you can do it. Remember, trust me.” He rubbed up and down your smooth leg, trying to relax you a little more. Taking a deep breath, you started to open your legs back up, a loud moan leaving your mouth as he started up again at a fast pace, biting his lip to keep from groaning at the sight before him. A wet spot was visible on your underwear, just begging for his attention. 

He couldn’t take it any longer. Sure, he was all about the foreplay, but right now, all he could think about was having you right there, on his bed. It’s what he has been thinking about for the past week, and now he was not about to waste anymore time.

“Okay, sweetheart. This will feel a little weird at first, but don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. Now…are you sure about this?” He slowed down his movement on your jewel, making your head spin with frustration. 

“Y-yes, Peter, yes..!” You whined, throwing your head back onto his bed, gripping the sheets even tighter, eyes watering in anticipation. 

That was all he needed to hear, as he ripped off your underwear, exposing yourself to him, finally. In all his life, he has never seen anything so beautiful, no matter how bizarre that may sound, you were gorgeous. Not even hesitating, he kissed the inside of your thigh, savoring the sounds that he earned. Looking up at you one last time, he rested both of his hands on each thigh, spreading you just a little farther. He leaned down, placing the gentlest kiss he could onto your heat, getting a jolt of pleasure to shoot through your body. 

“Peter…p-please…”

“What ever you want, my queen,” He muttered as he finally put his skilled tongue to work, spelling out his name as he did so. The moans that you let out were forbidden, something that you were to save for your significant other. But, in this moment you were in, you could care less, only focusing on the pleasure Peter was giving to you. 

He pulled away slightly, placing kisses onto the spots he either missed or felt like needed more attention. Lifting himself up so that his face leveled with yours, he stared down at you, a couple of his fingers teasing your entrance.

“Y/n, baby, look at me,” He purred, grabbing your attention. He licked his lips, the taste of you still upon them, as he entered one finger inside of you slowly. You yelped slightly in pain, making him halt any movements. “I know, I know…I’m sorry, love, it’ll get better, I promise.” He softly pecked your lips, thrusting the single digit in and out in a very slow pace, practically groaning at how tight you were around just the one finger.

You breathed in and out, the pain started to go away, being replaced with pleasure. Soft moans flooded out of your mouth, Peter was quick to swallow them, as he connected your lips into a rough embrace, as he speeds up his thrusts, making sure to curl them upward. You gripped the sides of his neck, playing with the hairs at the base of his neck, concentrating on both the kiss and his magical hands.

“Love…I’m going to add one more…you think you can handle it?” You were quick to nod, unable to form any words. He quickly kisses you to distract you from the pain, continuing to thrust at a fast rate, sending tingles through your whole entire body. 

You thought the feeling of two digits couldn’t get any better, but once he used his thumb to rub hard circles on your clit, you started to see stars. Again, Peter swallowed your moans in a kiss so that none of the boys outside the door could hear you, still thrusting in and out to milk your orgasm for as long as he could. 

It was your very first one after all. 

Quotes from PurCon 3

Another convention, another quote compilation. (Most of them were written down by yours truly but I couldn’t have done it without these people who live tweeted some of the things the cast said: xFrancy002, hollowcas, Catt_Mohen, odetolizzy, KirschKid, KeptinOnZeBridg, kellysparrow, mishainmydreams and _pigglywiggly.

Opening panel
Rich: I’ve never heard the German language sound so pervy when you say it.
Sebastian (in a pervy voice): Oh yes, we’re gonna have fun together.

Gil and Sebastian
Sebastian (to us): How are you?
Us: Woooo!
Sebastian (to Gil): How are you?
Gil: I’m scared.

Sebastian (sees people leave for Briana and Kim’s photo op): Aaah! Schweinhund! Arschloch!

Sebastian: Did you see The Man in the High Castle? Did you like my German accent? (There are some people who react somewhat negatively.) You are scheisse!

Sebastian (is going through the rows): She just said, (in an awestruck voice) “Oh my god, he touched me.”

Sebastian (from the other end of the panel room): Hello front row! (Front rows wave back.) Fuck you!

Sebastian (talking about Jensen): Everybody gets pregnant in five seconds. (in a high-pitched voice) Oh, my vagina!

Gil: We were working on that scene and Jared and Jensen were doing research on the computer and they turned it around [so I could see the screen] and there was this giant picture of a naked man.

Sebastian (about touching Gil’s arm): I touched it. I felt it. It was good.

Kim and Briana
Briana: I would love to play Crowley. Well, not anymore.

Matt and Ruth
Ruth (talking about the most difficult scene she’s had to do, in a very soft voice): That’s when she tells him– (sees people coming back from a photo op, now dead in the eye) you’re late.

Ruth (talking about Jensen): It’s like looking into the sun.

Rich and Rob
Rich: Cookie Ashley [Chuchichästli].

Fan: You’re my favourite actor ever.
Rich: That woman knows quality.

Rich: I hope you’re happy now, Rob. You made her cry.

Rob: Let me talk about Gabriel as a son. (…) And Michael, of course, my good son.

Rob (watching people leave): They’re really upset about this, Rich.

Rob and Rich: What, there is a guy! (start singing) A guy in the room, a person with a penis (…)!

Rich: You know, I think it would be an ice musical. (People start leaving for Sebastian’s photo op.) Oh Jesus, it wouldn’t be an ice musical! (There’s some babbling, then) GOD DAMMIT!

Fan: If you could be God and Gabriel for one night what would you do?
There’s a long silence.
Rich (bewildered): We are God and Gabriel.

Rich: We all want to ride Sam.

Rich: If you wanna imitate Sebastian–that’s really easy. Find a stationary object and hump it.

Raffle with Kim
Kim: Monika, I hope this sells for a lot on ebay for you.

Auction with Gil and Sebastian
Seb (talking about Rob’s banner): You can sleep with Rob!

Two women have been trying to outbid each other for some minutes now.
Ruth: Maybe they should just wrestle for it.

Matt has put on Rich’s shirt as pants.
Matt: There’s usually just one dick in there. (…) Fifty euros for my two dick shirt!

Sebastian said, “Gil read the book on the loo” and there are only two bidders left.
Sebastian: It’s gonna be a battle of wills. A battle of the toilets. (silence, then) Think of the toilet!

Sebastian: 250 over there in Antarctica! (He means the far end of the panel room.) It must be very cold there. Your nipples must be hard.

The Antarctica bidder just lost.
Sebastian (to the bidder): And your nipples were hard but not hard enough.

Sebastian (talking about Matt’s banner): Holy shit, I wanna fuck him. I mean, who doesn’t. (…) Meine Vagina is on fire!

Sebastian (talking about Matt): He looks like he was built by a toy company. Or a sex shop.

Sebastian: You saved a lot of dogs, cats and rats today … Rats are nice people, too!

Gil and Sebastian
Gil: Jensen told me to say yes when they’d call me. He said, they’d call to ask me about doing conventions and I should just say yes. And I wasn’t even sure they’d call because the episode I was on hadn’t even aired yet. But he just said, “Don’t worry, you’re a Winchester.”

Gil: Being on Supernatural was amazing but the conventions are honestly the best part.

Sebastian: Balthazar would come back as Castiel’s lover. And–wait for it–Castiel would be bottom.
Gil: Obviously.

Sebastian (talking about Balthazar/Castiel fanfiction): You know, when [Misha] and I fake kissed … The nipples got very hard very quickly.

Sebastian: Oh I remember her! She was the funny-feisty one yesterday!
Fan: Thank you, I guess.

Sebastian makes a sexual reference after a fan asked a question.
Gil: She just told you she was a minor!
Sebastian: Oh, a minor! I thought she said she worked in a coal mine!

Sebastian: Entschuldigung für mein Vulgaritat!

Gil: Do you wanna go to Mars?
Sebastian: Who the fuck would wanna go to Mars?! (…) Your balls would freeze in an instant!

Sebastian (points at upper body): I’m half Scottish, (points at loins) half French.

Sebastian: My mum was born in 1939 and she looks great.
Fan (from the audience): My mum too!
Sebastian: Oh, your father too!

Sebastian (to a fan): Do you understand everything?
Gil: Unfortunately.

Sebastian: I am wearing special underwear for old people. So you know, when I say, I’m just shitting, I really mean it.
And of course, Gil is cracking up in the background.

Gil: I’m gonna dream about this panel on my flight back to America.
Sebastian: Dream or nightmare?

Gil asked people whether they’ve ever been to Texas and somebody told them they’ve been to El Paso.
Gil: El Paso? You think it was nice? Oh that’s sweet. Nobody ever says that about El Paso!

Kim, Briana and Ruth
Kim: The good thing about sitting on the floor is … you can’t fall off it.

Ruth: Wait, so there’s porn and then there’s trashporn?! (…) I’m so confused by that trash porn.

Kim: It’s so funny you think that the boys are the dirty ones on Supernatural.

Kim: I ship Jody with literally everybody.

Kim (about women and representation): Fuck, we don’t matter!

Ruth: My heaven looks like hell. (…) I’d be sitting on a red sofa and throw Lindt chocolate papers at a naked Mark Pellegrino.

Kim: If my happiness depends on what other people think about me, I’m fucked.

Kim: I wanted to be a boss. It didn’t really matter of what. I just wanted to be the boss.

Kim: I wanted to become an English teacher but you have to be outgoing and entertaining so I took acting classes in college when I was nineteen aaand I still haven’t become an English teacher.

Fan: How would alternate universe Rowena be like?
Ruth: Ich kann jetzt nicht darüber sprechen, es ist viel zu schmerzhaft.

Kim: It breaks my heart that I live in a world where people can’t be who they truly are.

Matt, Richard and Rob
Apparently, the guys are having problems pronouncing the word “nephilim” so they decided to say “heffalump” instead.
Rich: Jesus is a heffalump.

Fan: Why do your characters always die?
Rich: Because contrary to popular belief you can have too much Dick in your life.

Rich (talking about Sabriel): Let the fans do what the fans wanna do.
Rob: Why am I not in on this?
Rich: You do know I’m your son?

Fan: What happened to your French twitter account, Rich?
Rich: Who? Oh, that’s not me, he just looks like me! But he will probably tweet later today because he just remembered he had that account.

Rob: There you got it. God has spoken.

dr-hu0806  asked:

YOOOO your blog feeds my endless need for P5 fan content. Thanks for all your hard work and your fun writing!!! What would be your take on the male PTs having a female S/O who looks smol but is actually super athletic and extremely protective of them?

dsjfhgsdhj What a coincidence; your blog does the same for me! ^^ Thank YOU for your support and kind words!! I can strongly relate to this S/O lmao. Thanks for sending this!! Enjoy!

Note: Grab a snack because this is gonna be long!

WARNING: (just in case) mild spoilers and innuendos ahead. Please read at your own discretion.


Akira:

  • Akira thinks it’s so endearing.
  • Here S/O was, only five feet tall with a bow in her hair, ready to pounce on anyone that dared to act condescending toward Akira. She reminded him of an angry cat. 
  • He worries that she’s going to get herself hurt at his expense, so when she becomes riled up he’ll slip his arms around her waist and pull her toward him. It’s a discreet method of holding her back, and he’ll gently sway with her in an attempt to pacify her.
  • Story time: Akira had to tend to Leblanc one night; Futaba had become ill, thus Sojiro left early to purchase some medical supplies and food.
  • He sent S/O a text to invite her over, and shortly after that he heard an abrupt commotion just outside the cafe.
  • When he opened the door, he witnessed S/O trying to ward off a drunk.
  • Akira interfered when the drunk forcefully seized her arm.
  • “Leave her alone,” he quietly demanded.
  • The drunk twirled around to throw a punch at Akira, but he had deftly dodged it.
  • The next thing he saw was the drunk pinned on the ground by S/O with their hands behind their back. She was using one hand to captivate the drunk’s, and her other hand pressed their face against the pavement.
  • A single intrusive thought crossed Akira’s mind.
  • God, I wish that were me…
  • The drunk began pleading for their life and prattling on about how they’ll try to be better. S/O released them and they fled the area.
  • S/O locked eyes with Akira. He simply crossed his arms with a neutral expression plastered on his face.
  • “Are you mad that I got physical?” When she warranted no response, she sighed. “I just wanted to protect you. I won’t apologize for that.”
  • Akira steadily approached her, his arms still folded, and then he lowered himself to meet her gaze. S/O waited for him to scold her as her defensive eyes bore into his raven-black orbs.
  • Instead, he tickled her ear with his lips and a whisper. “You’re coming with me.”
  • S/O blushed fiercely as Akira clasped her hand and led her upstairs.
  • She waited for him to initiate and fidgeted from the suspense.
  • He pivoted to face her.
  • “Teach me that move,” he requested with a serious and determined look on his face.
  • S/O was speechless, and also embarrassed by all her prurient thoughts.
  • “O-oh, um… I g-guess I could do that.”
  • His face promptly became inches from hers.
  • “Did you have something else in mind?” Smugness oozed from his teasing voice.
  • S/O’s face burned, and Akira simply laughed and kissed her on the crown of her head as he tugged her into a hug. “Thank you for defending me, by the way… you’re amazing.”
  • She returned the embrace and stroked his spine. “It’s no problem… I’d do anything to protect you, Akira.“
  • He smiled warmly as his grip tightened. “Yeah… I feel the same way.” He paused, and his voice grew solemn. “Please don’t put your life in danger, though. The world can’t lose someone as precious as you… neither can I.”
  • S/O affectionately nuzzled him. “Only if you do the same.”
  • The two snuggled for the rest of the night, explaining in great detail how special they are to each other and exchanging kisses.
  • Whenever S/O hears people mocking and judging Akira for his ‘criminal’ background, she won’t hesitate to knock them down a peg.
  • People gear their rude comments toward her as a result, but she doesn’t mind.
  • Akira cares, though, so he’ll put an arm around her shoulder and guide her away from the offenders, soothing her with his whispered words.
  • However, he doesn’t lack appreciation for her actions. He just doesn’t want her in his position; she deserves a life better than that.
  • Akira feels so ecstatic and fortunate to have someone cherish him so deeply. Not a single day goes by where he isn’t grateful to have S/O shield him.
  • He won’t allow her to carry the burden alone, though. She means far too much to him.


Ryuji:

  • Ryuji would love a girl who’s able to kick his ass and look adorable while doing it.
  • He wouldn’t see it coming, since S/O is so petite and feminine.
  • Her wardrobe was mostly composed of dresses and ballet flats, and they were all pastel colors.
  • S/O would chastise folks that excessively teased Ryuji, but she never showed her True Power until that fateful day.
  • One afternoon (just before Ann joins the party), Ryuji was loitering outside of Shujin waiting for S/O, and Kamoshida appeared, reprimanding him for being so lazy and worthless.
  • S/O heard the entire thing. “Get the hell away from him,” she hissed. 
  • Kamoshida crouched down to leer at her. “Now how did a loser like Sakamoto land such a cute girl like you?”
  • His only reply was S/O’s knuckles crushing his windpipe. She dodged the extended arm that attempted to grab her, then she grasped the arm over her shoulder and flipped him. 
  • The teacher grunted as he hit the ground with a thud that shook the earth beneath him like an earthquake.
  • “Guess you didn’t hear me the first time,” S/O said, her voice as chilling as ice. “I hope I’ve made myself clear.”
  • Kamoshida glared at her as he growled, “You think you can get away with doing this to me?”
  • S/O took a single step closer to him and he flinched. “I think I just did.” 
  • She crouched down and spoke quietly, her sharp words for his ears only. “If you continue to harass him, your washed-up career won’t be the only thing that’s put to an end.”
  • Kamoshida’s face paled and he scowled as he begrudgingly retreated back into the school.
  • S/O turned back to Ryuji, who was standing there wide-eyed with his mouth agape.
  • “Babe…”
  • “W-why are you looking at me like that?” S/O was stuttering and her cheeks were a crimson hue.
  • Holy shit, she’s so hot…
  • Out of all of Ryuji’s thoughts, that one was the most innocent.
  • “We’re drawin’ a lot of attention. W-why don’t we get outta here and, uh, go somewhere more… private.”
  • And boy did they  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • He isn’t scared of her at all… well, maybe a little, but he knows she would never hurt him.
  • If someone even glances at Ryuji the wrong way, S/O will just  (ง •̀_•́)ง.
  • He’s obnoxiously smug about it since no one messes with him at school anymore.
  • But he wants to protect S/O, too; he believes that she deserves to have someone watch her back, so he asks her to train him.
  • She is so gentle with him; she would never be able to forgive herself if she actually injured him.
  • Ryuji said he could take it, and when he braced himself for impact, he only felt a soft smack on his chest. She just cannot bring herself to hurt him.
  • All he wants to do is kiss S/O when she acts so cute. It’s such a stark contrast to her combative side, and Ryuji is a complete sucker for it. 


Yusuke:

  • Yusuke is so smitten with S/O. She’s so compact, and he would love nothing more than to carry her around in his arms all day.
  • He nicknamed her as his ‘guardian angel’ because she always watches over him when he forgets to, or she’ll defend him when people spit nasty insults at him.
  • Yusuke didn’t suspect just how physically capable she was until the afternoon that he walked S/O to his dorm after her ballet recital, commending her talent and grace. 
  • He was utterly captivated by her as they strolled about; the proof being the unwavering expression of adoration on his face.
  • In fact, the stars in his eyes blinded him so much that he collided with another pedestrian.
  • “Oh! My apologies,” he said, extending his hand to assist them.
  • The stranger aggressively slapped Yusuke’s hand away, causing the artist to wince and clasp his hand to his chest.
  • “I don’t need some damn pretty boy’s help!” they bellowed as they stood up.
  • S/O could hardly restrain her fury, and her voice shook when she spoke. “He said he was sorry. There was no need to be so violent.”
  • “Shut up, shrimp!” The stranger lunged at her and she twirled around, landing a formidable kick right in their jaw. The thug was quite tall, but thanks to her flexibility, S/O had no trouble.
  • They dropped to the ground yet again, except this time no one offered them aid.
  • The thug stammered an apology and skittered away.
  • S/O pivoted to face Yusuke. “Are you all right?”
  • He remained silent; he was struck with awe, as well as a desire to kiss her.
  • “…Yusuke?”
  • He snapped out of his trance. “…Huh? Oh, yes, I’m fine. Thank you for your concern.”
  • “Let me see your hand, just to make sure,” S/O coaxed.
  • Yusuke obeyed, and she delicately examined it with her soft fingertips. “Hm, it’s still a little red…” 
  • She placed a light peck on the palm of his hand.
  • The careful control that he built up came toppling down. He grasped S/O’s face and descended to greet her lips with his.
  • Yusuke reluctantly separated from S/O. “I apologize, I couldn’t help myself… that was very unbecoming of me.”
  • S/O blushed and shook her head. “It’s fine. I’m just glad you’re all right.”
  • He smiled. “Indeed. I have you here to protect me, after all.” Yusuke clutched her hand and planted a kiss on top. “You truly are my guardian angel, S/O.”
  • Yusuke practically worships her; in his eyes, she’s the living embodiment of grace and strength.
  • S/O is the perfect model because she’s so flexible, and he’ll have her wear her leotard while she poses.
  • He flusters himself because all of her lean muscles become more prominent when she poses; as a result, his eyes stray to certain areas, and he needs to take a break before he gives himself a heart attack.
  • Yusuke’s constantly caressing her legs and arms with his fingertips; it’s like he’s feeling her power and strength.
  • He’ll do some light stretching or yoga with her, but S/O won’t allow him to try her daily routine since it’s too rigorous and she’s worried he’ll get hurt.
  • He’s astounded by her ability to scold people with so much dignity and authority.
  • Even though he acknowledges her bravery, he’ll interfere with her confrontations because he’ll be damned if she’s hurt as a consequence.
  • Yusuke has the utmost respect for S/O because she would face any opponent for his sake, even if it was the entire world; what’s not to love about that?

Also yeah, I’ve said it before, but like when people are like “why doesn’t Harry ask for help more, why doesn’t he ask questions” THAT IS LITERALLY WHAT HE LEARNED HE WOULD BE PUNISHED FOR DOING GROWING UP. It was drilled into him not to ask for help.

Like the scene that will always break my heart is when Ron discovered Umbridge was basically forcing Harry to mutilate himself, and he was like “WHY THE HELL DIDN’T YOU TELL ANYBODY? WE NEED TO TELL SOMEONE RIGHT AWAY” and Harry’s reaction was “they’re busy, they don’t need me causing them trouble, it would just get them in trouble, they don’t want me to bother them” instantly and Ron was like “what the fuck man” because that is just so, so accurate to what you learn when you’re being abused and bullied. Do not ask for help. Do not bother people. They don’t want to deal with you, this kind of thing is normal and things will just get worse if you do.

It was just really well and subtly done. How Ron completely didn’t understand and was horrified but this was obvious and normal to Harry. Of course he was used to doing things on his own. Of course it was his instinct to keep it a secret.

Chloe is the sweetest, strongest and most mature person and my heart breaks for her. Tell me one girl who would even think to do what she just actually did.

I love her and this is why I support her. She’s just the purest heart and I will protect her at all costs. People like her are rare gems and they need to be protected.