why do people like breaking my heart

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
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.
—  The Ate & The Bunso

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. ❜
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.


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 - weight 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.


Player / Montgomery de la Cruz


Pairing: Montgomery de la Cruz x Reader

Word count: 1330

A/N:  English is not my first language so I’m sorry for grammatical errors it can have. I did my best to write this. Please, don’t be rude.

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Side note: This is my first ever 13 reasons why imagine, sorry if it is not the best. Also let me know if you’d like me to write more parts of this.

The bell rang, announcing the lunch break was over. (Y/N) walked towards her next class with Sheri by her side. (Y/N) wasn’t a cheerleader nor popular, but she was friends with Sheri since they were three. And she felt blessed that when Sheri became a cheerleader and started to hang around with popular people she was still her friend and there for her. Like the truthful and loyal friend she was.

On their way, they ran into a tumult of people, they began to pass through them, since their classroom was on the other side of the hall. When they ran through the crowd and reached a free space, they found what was causing so much fuss.

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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. 


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. 


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. 


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. 


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. 


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. 


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. 


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. 


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. 

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.

things said to or by my siblings:
  • “They break your heart, I break their face. Simple as that.”
  • “Trust me, I know people.”
  • “I’m hugging you, shut up.”
  • “Oh my god are you hugging me?”
  • “Stop doing that it’s creepy.”
  • “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…”
  • “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…”

so today I saw this thread on twitter that was about celebrating idols who are tan and very often whitewashed. For my surprise (actually not really because it’s always the same story), Sooyoung wasn’t included in it. And then this moment popped into my head, and I’ve been thinking about this all day tbqh:

I understand that Sooyoung isn’t as tan as yuri and other idols, but does that make it okay to ignore her struggles with this so often? It’s like she’s in this constant limbo where she’s not as dark skinned in comparison to others but then she’s also not as light skinned as some people want her to be. I know you guys are probably dead tired of hearing me speak about this, believe me, it’s not my favourite topic to talk about either. But it’s not okay to dismiss things like this, specally when so many people get so badly affected by it. And I still sometimes see some people whitewash her and it just really breaks my heart honestly. And it breaks my heart even more knowing that Sooyoung sometimes sees those pictures that people have edited. 










Clint, Baby, why are you always nekkid?  And captured?

And beat up…

Fighting nekkid….

Found some boxers!!

No, wait…. but we do have proof here that it was common for Fury to train his people to resist mental invasions.  Even Clint.  Not just “supers”.

This breaks my heart more than a little.  It really does.  He sees nearly his whole life as a failure.

And he also has a history of women calling him an idiot.

drhu0806  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 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 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 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?
Preference #4: He Comes Home Angry (Michael)

TW: Mentions of previous self harm.


Michael was fuming, his harsh grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles a milky white colour.

You watched him intently, unsure of exactly what you should say to try and ease his intense fury.

Michael broke the silence first.

“Why do they do that? What gives them the goddamn right to talk to you like that?” he said, his voice quiet, and strained.

You nibbled on your lower lip, unsure of what to really say. You avert your eyes to the road instead, fiddling with your fingers in your lap.

An exasperated sigh escapes the man beside you.

“I just - it breaks my heart… Why do they want to hurt you? I feel like every time I’m truly happy, someone wants to destroy it.”

You turn your head back around to look at him, and you felt a pang in your chest as you saw his eyes were tearing up.

Michael pulled the car into the drive without a further word. You followed him meekly into the house.

You didn’t know how to comfort him. What could you even say about it? That you didn’t mind? Of course you did. Having people rip into you everywhere you went simply because you fell for a man in a band was hard. You and Michael never once lied to each other… it was like an unspoken pact the pair of you shared.

Having to disable replies and comments on social media because all that anyone seemed to say was how worthless you were, how ugly you were, how Michael could do better.

Hate accounts dedicated to you were scattered everywhere - on Tumblr, Instagram, Twitter… even on Facebook.

You managed at first. You loved Michael, more than you ever thought you could have loved someone; you knew he reciprocated - he looked at you as though you were the one that put the stars in the sky.

It was when you had made the mistake of wearing a short sleeved shirt, and fans were quick to zoom into the photos that the press had managed to snap of you and Michael.

Posts dedicated to your left forearm were everywhere - some filled with support, but most filled with hatred. ‘Damaged goods’, they called you.

The scars that littered your arm had become a part of you. You were so used to them now that you were always confused when people’s gazes shifted from your face, to your arm, and back again. Until you remembered.

You and Michael were leaving the club after a night out together - the pair of you felt carefree and elated.

Yet as you made the descent from the club doors to the car, a fusillade of flashes greeted you, along with shouted questions about cheating rumours, comments intended to set one of you off.

One in particular stood out to the pair of you, however, and was the cause of Michael’s frustration.

“Any more scars on your arm, (Y/N)? Looking for some more sympathy and attention?”

You had gripped Michael’s forearm tightly as he began to hurl verbal abuse at the culprit, his initial instinct always being to defend you.

You didn’t let go of his arm until you were both seated safely in the car.

Which brings you to now. The silence between the two of you says all that your words couldn’t.

You and Michael sat beside each other in bed, so close to each other, but not touching. You hated it… You wanted nothing more than to reach out to him, wrap yourself around him and rest your head into his shoulder, knowing that he made you feel safe like nothing else ever could. For some reason, it felt like there was a barrier between the two of you. Something stopping you from getting close to him.

“You deserve better,” Michael mumbled. It was the first words he had uttered since you arrived home.

“There’s nothing that could ever be better than you,” you whispered into the darkness. “You’re it for me. I… I can’t imagine a life now without you in it.”

A heartwrenching sound tore from Michael’s throat, as he began to let out loud, shuddering sobs.

Suddenly, the barrier you felt before melted away, and you pressed yourself as close to him as you could, trying to soothe him, desperate to take away his pain and hurt. You held his shaking body in your arms, and you dreaded what would come next.

“I love you. I fucking love you, and I know it hurts you. I see it in your eyes, I see it in the way your body stiffens. As if you’re building up that wall again, trying to keep people out in case they hurt you. You do deserve better than me. Better than what I can give you. I can’t protect you from them! I can’t stop them, baby… I’ve tried so hard,” he gasped between his shaking cries.

“Please, Michael… don’t. You know I only ever want you. Please don’t do this. Don’t leave me. I know that’s what’s going through your head right now, but I swear, that would kill me. I’d rather take people saying things like that every bloody day of my life than have to live without you.” Tears of your own were spilling now.

“I fucking hate it!” Michael suddenly yells, breaking away from your pleading embrace, getting out of bed and running a hand through his wild, unruly hair.

“This isn’t what I wanted! I wanted to live my dreams, I wanted to be in a band with my brothers, I wanted to tour the world and make music that fucking meant something. I wanted to make people happy… and those people who claim I’m their goddamn sunshine, their saviour, the person who inspires them and makes them happy… they’re the people breaking my love’s heart every fucking day! I can’t take this anymore, I…” Suddenly his yelling stops, and he’s back on the bed, leaning over you, wiping away tears you didn’t know had been shed.

“Seeing you like this breaks my heart. I - I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I… I know I’m living the dream I had as a teenager. I fucking love my life and what I do, but not at the expense of my relationship. When I met you, my dreams shifted. I still wanted to do all the things I’ve always wanted to do, but with you right beside me. I want you with me always. Being with the woman I love is more important than being a ‘celebrity’. I’m leaving the band. Don’t argue with me, my mind is made up. I can still write and help produce… I’ll still make music. Behind the scenes, this time. I don’t wanna be out on the frontline and have you being hurt day in, day out. You mean more than I could ever have believed possible, baby. It’s cheesy and it’s not usually what I’m like but I just really fucking need you to know. I don’t say it enough, I’ve never been that guy. I’m not good with words unless I’m writing a song… but you’re everything to me. You’re my happiness. I can’t lose you, and I can’t stand by and watch you be hurt. I love you.”

You were full out sobbing, and you pulled him closer to you. You needed him close. There was no way in hell you were going to let him leave that band. You were strong, you could handle it. He loved what he did, and you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself it you were the reason he left it all behind.

You decided to speak in the morning, when things were a little less raw, painful and needy. When the anger subsided, if only slightly. You’d make him look at the situation rationally. You knew you could.

For now, the pair of just held each other as close as humanly possible, whispering declarations of love and sweet nothings until sleep came and took hold of you.

A/N: So this was a different take on prompt, I hoped you guys liked it. It was extremely fluffy, but I picture Michael like that anyway really. Every so often, everything he feels just comes rushing out. Hope you liked it!

Love always,

Steph x

anonymous asked:

Would I be able to make a request please? How would Akira, Ryuji and Yusuke (Persona 5) react if they found their S/O's Shadow while in Mementos? Thank you!

Yes you’re able to make a request nonnie. Requests as much as you like :3 Though I gave Yusuke’s a palace, I hope you don’t mind that nonnie.

Small angst warning?


| Akira Kurusu

• Akira would’ve already seen a shift in your personality, the way you started to stray from your normal behavioral routine, he’s noticed. This reminded him of what happened with Mikishima. He would rather avoid another incident of that than allow it to happen again. He told his teammates to stay back and to allow him to negotiate with your shadow self, who had their back turned to him your shadow didn’t want to see him, or rather, didn’t want him to see them. “Don’t look at me! Leave me alone! I’m disgusting! Don’t look at me!” Your shadow self wailed as they ran away from him towards the depths of Mementos. He would chase and ponder why you would say such things.

• The chase ended the moment he saw your shadow self curled up in a corner, rocking back and forth, as he cautiously approached you. “Why do you say that about yourself.” He quietly asked, siting next to your shadow. He waited patiently, tensing up only when they threw themselves into his chest and cried. Akira held them and listened, “It’s my fault that all the bad things happened to my parents. It’s my fault that they don’t love me. I’m…I’m…” Your shadow confessed and sobbed onto him. Akira waited until they could listen to him, “You’re not worthless, disgusting, or unlovable.” “But-” “I love you for who you are. You can pick people who will support you. I’m one of them. You are not alone. It can never be your fault. Remember that.” He hoped that this would soothe your heart, and when your shadow thanked him and started to disappear, he knew he did.

| Ryuji Sakamoto

• Ryuji didn’t think you would have a shadow and nearly screeched Moana’s ear off when he saw them in mementos. “WHAT YHE HELL IS ____ DOING HERE?! HOW COULD THEY HAVE A SHADOW?!!!” This caused everyone to be annoyed until they saw that you did, indeed, have a shadow. Ryuji nearly jumped out and ran over there to question your shadow self. “Why are you here?” He wanted to help, but now he couldn’t help feeling as if he isn’t good enough for you. Ryuji knows how shadows can develop and he wanted to know the cause of the distortion of your heart - he needed to help you.

• The longer he spends trying to talk to your shadow self, the more he feels as if he is useless, and he feel as if it’s his fault you have a shadow. He says something that causes your shadow self to confess everything that has been bothering you; how maintaining perfect grades for your parents, how to get into a good college and how utterly alone you felt. “How can you feel alone when I’m here cheering you on? You know I’m gonna stick by your side and beat up and who messes with you right. You don’t have to be perfect and do what this assholes want you to do alright. Let’s be free from this bullshit.” Ryuji reminds you with a smile and that helps your shadow self disappear, a smile on their face and a small thank you kiss on his cheek. He’s happy when you hug him at school the next day and tell him what’s been going on with you, you felt free from the pressure.

| Yusuke Kitagawa

• The palace was truly a exquisite place to be in, the inspiration that he drew from here reminded him of what aesthetics you enjoyed, and that’s when a suspicion arose. The more he and the other Phantom Thieves explored this palace the sinking feeling increased until it completely weighed him down when he saw your shadow self sitting on a throne that symbolized your greatest self hatred. The darkness that surrounded you was chaining you down to the throne - a bird unable to fly to freedom. What could it be that weighed you down to the point where your shadow wanted to be left alone. He worried.

• Yusuke wanted to speak to your shadow self but you kept up string winds and puzzles or a labyrinth to keep others away. “I want to be left alone. I deserve that. I’m not good enough. I just not enough…” Your shadow confesses and Yusuke feels his heart break for you. How could you ever think that about yourself? Yusuke slips away and gets to talk to your shadow self. He discovers why you feel like you deserve solitude; you felt as if you were holding him back, how you were never good at anything, how even other people made you question your self worth. He holds your shadow self and tells you in a pleading tone, “____ do not allow anyone to demean your value. I love you for who you are. You are my inspiration, my muse, and without you I could never achieve what I have now. Please allow me to help you see the truth.” All he wants for you is to be happy.

Let’s get something straight

I keep receiving requests about people wanting “x reader” fic with people of color and…It breaks my heart how almost all of them are like “I mean, if you want to of course” and other “if it bothers you then don’t do it” or “if you don’t feel comfortable with such request it’s ok”. 

People. Why would this bother me ? Why would I feel uncomfortable ? I’m probably the most open minded person you’ll ever meet (except with people who do not like Hugh Jackman, we can’t be friends if you don’t like Hugh Jackman), and I would love nothing but to write stories with someone that isn’t white (or straight or whatever). 

Like all hail diversity and all that shit. So please, if you have any requests where you want specifically the “reader” to be black, asian, hispanic, native american, Arabian etc etc…Gay, transgender, gender fluid, non-binary etc etc…Go ahead, I will write it. And please, don’t apologize because you’re making such requests. I know how important and great it feels that “what” (sorry if the word “what” is offending to anyone, I couldn’t find the right word in English) you are is represented in stories. Even if said story is one of my shit fanfiction. 

anonymous asked:

Seeing all the hate they're getting just because they're starting to do fine break my heart tbh 😭

ANON, did you read the same article I just did BECAUSE SAME. (btw I think the source pann article was taken down, lmao I WONDER WHY).

Do people not grasp the concept that a group can have promotions but they can still be promoted improperly??? 

People are like “oh yeah Nu’est was promoted properly because a google/naver search showed me they had high youtube views and a comeback a year after debut. Obv. this means Nu’est themselves aren’t entertaining/good enough to keep their group going.”

A google/naver search won’t show you how the changing concepts killed their initial momentum, they won’t show you how management was terrible (and still is) in communicating with the fans with updates about events, shows, etc. It won’t show you that, yes, they were on Weekly Idol, but it was always with another group (correct me if I’m wrong). It won’t show you that sometimes promotions were cut short. It won’t show you the fact that while overseas they lost a lot of fans. It won’t show you that a come back a year would be enough for an established group, but it’s definitely not enough for a group trying to maintain momentum after debut.  

I could go ON and ON about the management but it would take a longer post than this. Point is, now that they’re doing well, people feel the need to dig into their past and bring up abritrary points to support their argument that  “oh yeah it’s unfair for Nu’est to be on/to win Produce 101″.

Clearly the problem wasn’t with the boys. Why then are they now getting tons of love?? What’s changed?? Exposure has changed. They’re finally in the public eye, and the public LOVES them. 

To put some of this in perspective for those that think it wasn’t the company that failed them, EXID have/had it all: a great rapper, great visuals, great songs, great variety presence, but they were virtually unknown and near disbandment when Hani’s fancam went viral. After that moment they promoted so well and so properly that of course they didn’t lose momentum. To Nu’est, who blew up at debut, that proper promotion would have ensured that they kept their hype… but it didn’t… because proper promotion never continued. 

I agree whole hardheartedly with this comment”

 [+48, -41] People didn’t even know about NU'EST in the past and now you’re claiming that they were already famous ㅋㅋㅋㅋ You didn’t even know them. You found this information by searching up… I know you’re being defensive because NU'EST’s screen time takes away the chance of your trainee debuting ㅋㅋㅋㅋ You should stop. The members are desperate and working hard. Aren’t you just being jealous since NU'EST can just promote as a group after PD101 ends?

Simon Imagine - Walls up

“I thought I’d find you here.”

The swingset creaked as he sat down next to me. Instantly his musky smell overpowered me and I inhaled it, my eyes fluttering shut. I chose not to respond, only focusing on the burnt amber sunset above the sand in front of me: the picture of an Indian summer. The tiny grains of sand covered my Doc Martens, even finding their way onto the bare skin of my legs and I smiled to myself as nostalgia washed over me. 

“Please don’t ignore me Y/n.”

“Please don’t act like you care.” I spit back, hoping the forced anger would hide the severe sadness I felt in this moment. 

“Ouch,” he responded. His voice lacked hope. Instantly I wanted to run. I knew where this conversation was going; I had been here too many times before.

“You can’t even say that it’s not true,” I half laughed to myself. “Because you know that it is.”

“That what is?”

“That you don’t care about me.”

His sigh almost echoed around the gates of the park. I let myself swing a little faster, hoping the creaks of the swingset would overtake the noise of Simon giving up on me.

“Nothing I say is gonna stop you being angry at me is it, so what’s the point?”

My hands tightened around the metal, heart speeding up slightly. I let my voice come out as no more than a whisper.

“I’m not angry at you.”

“You could’ve fooled me,” he replied, letting his trainers scuff against the sand. “Do you know how long I’ve been looking for you, Y/n?”

“Why bother, Simon? You only came here to break my heart. You could’ve done it over text, dropped me a tweet maybe. Why choose here?”


“No, Simon, listen to me.” My feet dug into the ground, stopping the movement. I turned to face Simon. “This park - it’s where my childhood was. All my happiest moments have happened here. And now..you come here, and you’re gonna tell me you don’t like me, and then I’m gonna tell you it’s all okay, and you’re gonna walk away and I’m gonna sit here and cry like a teenager in a music video.”

Tears began to fall from my eyes, landing on the fabric of my shorts. 

“And then whenever I’m sad, and I just want to come here and be reminded of a time where I wasn’t fucking broken, I won’t be able to. Because every stupid little grain of sand in this park will just remind me of you, and how once upon a time, you made me even happier than this scenery around us.”

“Y/n what makes you think I want to hurt you? What makes you so fucking sure that I’m going to break your heart?”

His tone was loud and frustrated, and I flinched.

“It’s almost like that’s what you want me to do, Y/n. It’s like you want me to break your heart.”

“Maybe I fucking do Simon! You’ll end up doing it eventually, why prolong the pain? People like you don’t fall in love with sad little girls like me!”

I jumped up from the swing and wiped my eyes, running towards the exit gate. Simon grabbed my wrist.

“Well maybe people like me already have!”

Time seemed to stand still. His grip did not loosen from around my wrist as I stared at him, not being able to look away from his deep blue eyes.

“Simon..what are you saying?”

“Do I need to spell it out to you?” He spoke desperately. The wobble in his voice made my chest ache, and suddenly I felt so guilty. “I am so fucking in love with you Y/n, it’s unbelievable. I have been for so long. And yeah, I know I told you I wasn’t, but I fucking lied. Because I’m a pussy, I know I am. I was fucking scared because I have never felt something like this before; ever.”

A sob left my throat as I tried to come to terms with what was happening in front of me. Even the birds seemed to quiet in the trees.

“Y/n, when you left earlier, I thought I’d screwed it up for good. I wanted to leave it because I thought you deserved better. But I can’t stay away from you. I fucking love you, Y/n.”

“Simon,” I sobbed. His eyes bore holes into mine, my wrist growing almost pink from his possessive grip. It still had not loosened, almost as if he was scared if it did, he would lose me. Maybe I wasn’t the only one with my guard up here.

“I know, I know okay. I know you have your walls up, Y/n, and I know you’re scared and that’s why I tried to distance myself too. I know you’ve been hurt before. But I don’t care how long it takes - I’m happier when I’m with you.”

I wiped my eyes with my free hand before leaning up on my tip toes and kissing him. His lips pressed demandingly against mine, hands moving to my waist and I wrapped my arms around him. I couldn’t help but wish I could keep this moment forever.

“I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too Simon, always.”

“Thank god,” he breathed, lifting me into his arms and spinning me slightly. 

Looks like the park was safe from bad memories after all.