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Would Never Call It Love 5 | Calum Hood

It’s finally here! Again I’m writing this off of the top of my head, so this could or could not be the last part of the story. I’m so happy all of you still love this story and continue to tell me your reactions which bring me genuine happiness. So thank you. Enjoy.

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Y/N’s POV

After days of sitting in bed with Ashton at our current venue, I decided getting up and at least showering would help wash my sorrows away. Ashton carefully helped my weak physique off the indented bed, his arm on my waist for balance, and sat me on the toilet and turned on the shower head. 

“Just wait until it warms up. I’ll set up your clothes in here as well, and we’ll get going after that. We’ll get some breakfast yeah? Any place you like.” And he grabbed the back of my head bringing it to his lips for a subtle kiss of comfort, and left. I sighed and shredded off my 5 day old sweatshirt and my stretched out black leggings, and felt the water temperature. It was perfectly warm.

I stepped in and immediately it hit my skin with a sizzle. I hoisted my hair back as my face was now drenched in water. My hands rested on the back of my neck, my eyes fixated on the shower wall in front of me. It had been a long time since I was left alone, by myself, with my thoughts. I could hear the pounding of my heart get deeper, thinking of Calum and how he was holding up as well. Was he crying? Was he sat in bed every minute he could get because the outside world was too much to bare for him as well? Or was he laughing like he never laughed with me before, was he happier than he ever felt, looking at someone else with a different light and different intention in their eyes than what I had? I hadn’t even realized I was crying at this point. The water being poured out onto me was intertwined with the water pouring out of me, and I couldn’t tell which was which. I could feel the sinking feeling hit me in my gut and chest, making it hard to catch my breathe. My hand shot out in front of me to catch my body from falling and smashing into the beige tiles. A sob escaped my mouth, loud enough to alert Ashton, who was now inside setting up my clothes. The cry lasted a few seconds, and was loud enough to crack glass. Ashton’s heart leaped out of his chest as he pulled back the shower curtain, just in time to catch me as I fell to my knees. The strength in me was gone, my everything was gone.

Ashton got on his knees on the bathroom floor, not even caring that he was getting wet, and just held me close to his chest just like he did the night Calum left. I continued to cry into his black t-shirt, clutching onto it. His hand reached up to my head and brought his mouth to it, he knew it brought a sense of protection to me. “You’re going to be okay, you’re going to be okay. I’m so sorry, I don’t know when but…you won’t have to hurt much longer in my presence.” 

After a few minutes, Ashton turned off the water and inside filled the tub for a bath. He squirted some soap into the water so it bubbled up, and brought the soap up and down my body. In reality, it was just him giving me a bath, but in my mind, he was scrubbing away any last bit of Calum lingering behind. I knew Ashton was waiting to be with me, it was killing him inside to see me worked up over someone who hadn’t been done anything good for me. But he was being patient; any other guy who would’ve been in his shoes would’ve quit by now. I was silently thanking and praying for him not to give up on me.

He brought me to a small brunch place that he claimed had the best breakfast burritos in the area, or so he read online. We sat down inside near the back corner, the furthest away from outside and people as we could. I hadn’t spoken a word since we got out of the hotel, only nodded and hummed as a response. I was just afraid of the crack in my voice from crying and yelling so much that I just decided to keep my mouth shut. Ashton’s hand snaked it’s way to my own from across the table and held my left in his right, slowly rubbing his thumb over my tense knuckles. “Anything you want okay? But I really would recommend the burrito, or you could just half it with me.” I sucked my lips in and only nodded once again, earning a quiet sigh from Ashton’s side of the table.

After ordering 1 breakfast burrito, 2 blueberry waffles, a whole stack of bacon and a plate of hash browns, we began to eat. Ashton completely inhaled his burrito within minutes while I struggled to scarf down the waffles. No doubt everything tasted and smelled delicious, but the continuously growing lump in my throat blocked anything from getting down, even water. Ashton looked up at me as he finished the last chunk of his burrito, cheeks full like a chipmunk and crumbs of egg and tortilla all over his cheeks and lips. For the first time in a while, I let a small chuckle out at this facial expression. He gave me a questionable look, before I leaned over the table and shook my head.

“Hold on lemme clean you up.” I brought my napkin up to his cheeks, softly swiping to remove the mess. He laughed, feeling like he was a little kid again, a sense of home coming back to him after being so far away for so long. I looked into his glossy eyes, a sense of home coming back to me. He was protective, comforting, loving, and warm. His aura provoked those feelings you get inside your own house. Ashton exuded feelings I had been missing for a long time now.

However, our moment was ruined when the bell on top of the restaurant doors opened up causing both of our heads to naturally turn toward the noise. The two lovebirds came walking in, hand in hand with smiles on their faces. The brown-skinned boy’s head settled on us, and his smiling mouth fell onto his girl’s head, planting a small kiss on it. She blushed and began speaking to the waiter that there was 2 of them.

Without hesitation, I hands dropped the spoon and napkin I was holding, causing a loud clinking noise, and I scooted my chair back enough to cause streaks to appear on the floor and stormed out of the restaurant, Ashton following behind me. All Ashton could do was hit Calum on his free shoulder which almost sent him back. Calum’s bottom lip sucked into his mouth letting out a ‘hmph.’ 

I slammed the door to Ashton’s car on the passenger side and just cried into my lap. After hearing the driver’s side door slam, the car’s atmosphere fell to a bitter heaviness. He just listened to me sob, for the second time today, calming down his own breathing. My hands flew to the dashboard ahead of me and I started slamming my hands against it, hitting the middle console and the sides of the door also. Ashton grabbed my wrists in his and yanked me to look at him.

“Stop letting him do this to you!”

“I can’t! I can’t! Why! Why does he get to do this to me!…” He couldn’t answer. He couldn’t tell her that he only wanted her for sex, he couldn’t tell her that he likes Nia genuinely, he couldn’t tell her that he never cared. Of course, that’s what he wanted to say because he honestly believed it was all true, but in Calum’s mind, it was the exact opposite.


Calum’s POV / before they saw Y/N and Ashton…

I laid there in the newly made hotel bed, the sheets stained in newly made tears. I let a few slip out of my eyes, the only thing on my mind being her. Seeing her underneath Ashton in lust, watching her break down in his arms, remembering her walking away from me that night when we realized we were done for. 

I’m Calum Hood for crying out loud. I don’t cry. I rarely show emotion. I’m either stone cold or happy go lucky. There’s no in between. I never cry, I never get heart broken, because I never get attached. I guess that was my mistake this time around. I lied to myself, I lied to her, now I’m lying to Nia.

“Cal! Get dressed, I’m taking you out for breakfast so you’re energized before soundcheck let’s go!” She cheerfully skipped into the room, me wiping my eyes as fast as I can pretending that I was just now waking up. She kissed my cheek before throwing a random graphic tee and black jeans at me and shut the door. I flopped back onto the bed with the tee and jeans over my face, telling myself that today was a new. I was going to get out of bed, spread a fake smile on my face, and conquer the day.

And then I laughed because that surely wasn’t going to happen, and hopped in the shower.


Y/N POV

I was now time for the show, and I sat next to Ashton and Michael, who were both brushing their teeth and trying to speak to each other in mumbles. They knew I thought it was comical, so to get me to finally smile, they kept over exaggerating their sentences, slightly spitting toothpaste on me. I shielded myself, getting up from the couch trying my hardest not to smile and stood outside their dressing room.

After spitting and washing his mouth, Ashton appeared at the doorway and placed his hands on my cheeks.

“Sorry beautiful, was just trying to make you smile.” I bit on my tongue while looking up at him.

“Well I appreciate you guys trying. For a minute there I thought it would work but you guys aren’t that hilarious.” I crossed my arms and he scuffed at me, draping his arm around my shoulder.

“Come here you little shit, I need to talk to you before the show, seriously.” I gulped at the last word. Instead of running away in fear of what was to come, I nodded my head and followed him to the side of the stage where you could see fans walking around, finding their seats, and sitting and watching the stage with anticipation. Ashton took my hands in his before looking out into the growing crowd with a blinding smile.

“These guys,’ he gestured to the fans, ‘are the most important thing in the world to me, next to my family.” I smiled at the girls and boys with tears in their eyes, as they realized they’d be seeing and connecting with the 3 fantastic boys I knew, and Calum. “I never imagined that you would be up there with them.” I turned back to him, my eyes practically bulging out of my head. My hands started sweating in his, my mouth also becoming dry. I didn’t expect to mean this much to him, I thought that we’d have a best friend relationship come out of this, but I didn’t see this coming. He stepped closer, so close I could feel his hot shaking breathe on my forehead and nose.

“I know you’re still hurting over Calum, I get it. And I know you’re not in any shape or form ready to commit to someone again like you did him, even if it wasn’t an official thing. But I promise you, if you let me be the guy for you, I’ll mend you and help bring you back to the happy girl you once were, the one who didn’t feel broken everyday. We’ll go on more breakfast runs, and I’ll sing you new songs I write, and I’ll leave little notes for you around the hotel room to make you smile every chance you get. Please, will you be mine?” 

I didn’t have time to react or comprehend any of his words before we heard a large sigh come from the side of us in front of the hallway. I looked up quickly to see my devastated Maori boy with a bouquet of deep red roses in his hands. His shoulders slump and lips in a pout. I pulled my hands back from Ashton’s, an appalled look in his eyes.

He cleared his throat and said, “Calum, who are those for?” Calum’s eyes shot back to the flowers in his hands, and he shook his head, jutting out his chin.

“They’re for, uh, they’re for Nia. I was looking for her right now.” His face instantly read as stone cold, and his collarbones and veins in his arms were clearly visible. Ashton shook his head confused and irritated, “Ok then, go look for her else where.”

Calum pursed his lips letting his head hang low, and jogged off behind Ashton. Even though he was out of his view, he wasn’t out of mine. From the corner of my eye, I saw him stop at the silver waste bin, and angrily chucked the flowers into it, before walking to the other side of the stage. I bit my lip trying to hold back the furiously hot tears, as Ashton turned back to me.

“Now, where were we?


Calum’s POV / before seeing Ashton and Y/N…

I walked backstage toward the boy’s and I’d dressing room, hoping Y/N would be in there relaxing like she usually does. I carried about 8 roses in my hands because the flower shop I went to didn’t carry 12 rose bouquets and the next number up was 20 which in my opinion was too many at this point. I figured I wasn’t doing anything helpful for the situation her and I were in. It was only making our group hangouts uncomfortable, and every time I saw her, my chest caved in and I suddenly couldn’t speak. So, I thought about buying her some flowers as a forgiveness token, and rehearsed telling her my true feelings for her instead of yelling them at her last time. 

As I approached the room, I peered inside to see only Michael and Luke and Luke’s girlfriend. They all sat on their phones, all eyes staring up at me when I entered.

“Oooooo Cal, who the flowers for?” Arzaylea spoke up. I let out a chuckle and looked down at the beautiful set of carnations.

“Please tell me they’re not for who we think they’re for?” Luke said, Michael nodding and agreeing with him.

“It’s just a piece offering. I still love and care for her Luke, I just want the old girl I had back…” He sighed, going back to scrolling on his phone.

“She went down the hall to the side of the stage.” Michael said, and I nodded my head at him before striding off.

I could start to here voices down by the side of the stage and making out figures of bodies. I then realized she wasn’t alone. Ashton was there, hands in hers and my blood started rushing through my veins, picking up my adrenaline. 

My stomach cramped, my ears turned red, my chest felt like it had the wind knocked out of it, as I heard the dreaded words come out of Ashton’s mouth.

‘Will…you…be…mine…’

It all was in slow motion. His words, the crowds chatter, my own heart beat. It felt like the world had slowed down, letting the pain linger in my body and letting the pain hit me hard and slow, the worst way possible. My hands clutched onto the paper surrounding the flowers, making her head snap in my direction.

I’ll never forget the look in her eyes, the same look she had when I caught her sleeping with Ashton. She was petrified, she was heart broken, she knew she was in the wrong. I guess this was the moment in time when the universe is telling us to stop trying. To stop thinking we’d ever make it as a couple, it was all a fantasy, a dream that slowly was turning into a nightmare. 

I wouldn’t have ever called this love, if love hurt this bad.


Omg ok so obviously this is a sorta cliff hanger so if y’all want a part 6, request it! Also read my other stories in my masterlist and await the next part of Gotta Go My Own Way! :)

Conversations with a White audience

Seeing a conversation about Sherlock: I don’t really watch the show. I have no idea what they are talking about.

Seeing a conversation about art: I am an artist, but I really don’t want to butt in. 

Seeing a political discussion about taxes: This doesn’t really affect me but maybe I should talk to help me get in the know?

Seeing a conversation that’s clearly between Black people: WHY DO THEY LITTER THE DASHBOARD WITH THIS BULLSHIT! OH MY FLIPPING GOD! ALL LIVES MATTER! I DON’T CARE IF I GET DRAGGED, IT AIN’T RIGHT?

After 10K notes dragging you: Fuck this website, I’m closing my account and open up a new one.

Seeing a conversation about Sherlock: I don’t really watch the show. I have no idea what they are talking about.

Seeing a conversation about art: I am an artist, but I really don’t want to butt in.

Seeing a political discussion about taxes: This doesn’t really affect me but maybe I should talk to help me get in the know?

Seeing a conversation that’s clearly between Black people: WHY DO THEY LITTER THE DASHBOARD WITH THIS BULLSHIT! OH MY FLIPPING GOD! ALL LIVES MATTER! I DON’T CARE IF I GET DRAGGED, IT AIN’T RIGHT?

After 10K notes dragging you: Fuck this website, I’m closing my account and open up a new one.

Seeing a conversation about Sherlock: I don’t really watch the show. I have no idea what they are talking about.

Seeing a conversation about art: I am an artist, but I really don’t want to butt in.

Seeing a political discussion about taxes: This doesn’t really affect me but maybe I should talk to help me get in the know?

Seeing a conversation that’s clearly between Black people: WHY DO THEY LITTER THE DASHBOARD WITH THIS BULLSHIT! OH MY FLIPPING GOD! ALL LIVES MATTER! I DON’T CARE IF I GET DRAGGED, IT AIN’T RIGHT?

After 10K notes dragging you: *writes a long letter that nobody read about being dragged three times and then close account immediately, following opening up a new account, getting extensions to block Black people*

Seeing a conversation about Sherlock: I don’t really watch the show. I have no idea what they are talking about.

Seeing a conversation about art: I am an artist, but I really don’t want to butt in.

Seeing a political discussion about taxes: This doesn’t really affect me but maybe I should talk to help me get in the know?

Seeing a conversation that’s clearly between Black people: WHY DO THEY LITTER THE DASHBOARD WITH THIS BULLSHIT! OH MY FLIPPING GOD! ALL LIVES MATTER! I DON’T CARE IF I GET DRAGGED, IT AIN’T RIGHT?

After 10K notes dragging you: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?

Us: I’m sorry. Who are you?

Them: Y’all keep dragging me four times! WHAT did I do wrong?

Us: Doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result?

Deletes Note and block all parties: THERE!

Seeing a conversation about Sherlock: Fuck it, I’ll watch Sherlock. 

#Goals (Asa x reader)

Anonymous said: could write one where the reader and asa are dating and they post pictures of each other on instagram and your relationship is all over tumblr and stuff like that and something rlly fluffy and relationship goals pleaseee

Here you go! I hope you like this, I was so much fun to write and I hope you enjoyed it!

Originally posted by asabutterfielded

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A PSA ABOUT UNFOLLOWING:

if you ever call someone out about unfollowing (directly or via vague-blogging) your blog how about this:

don’t.

you have no idea why someone is unfollowing you, and while it may feel personal and like it has to do with something that you can improve on, if that person hasn’t come to you to talk to you about it they’re probably uncomfortable about it and you cornering them and pestering them about why they unfollowed you is NOT helping the situation. 

maybe they unfollowed you because you’re posting too much ooc content, maybe you rp subjects they don’t agree with – these are all things they’re free to disagree with and NOT SEE THE CONTENT OF ON THEIR DASHBOARD IF THEY SO CHOOSE. every time someone gets an anon regarding the topics of what’s on someone’s blog, what’s the default answer? unfollow me. so if someone does just that and you track them down like “UM YOU UNFOLLOWED ME WHY???” what, uh, what do you think that’s doing/solving?

maybe they unfollowed you because you have a partner you ADORE and constantly are interacting with but they just don’t like (personal problems, maybe they don’t like seeing duplicates of their own muses, etc…) so they unfollow you to avoid seeing THAT person.

the point is you don’t get to police or even ASK people about why they made their dashboard and overall experience more comfortable for themselves, and if that means they needed to unfollow you then so be it. 

try not to take everything so personally okay? unless someone’s come to you and said “i’m unfollowing you because you’re a piece of shit and your portrayal sucks byeeeee” it probably really isn’t personal AT ALL.

Imagine the squad catching you and Nick flirting at work

(A/N: For Anon, I hope you and everyone else enjoys this! Sorry for the long wait and that this is going up so late. Hope this is what you envisioned. I tried to make this a bit more suggestive than usual because I felt like that was in- character for Nick. Hope you don’t mind, always evolving! Also, I made Nick a Sergeant in this which I don’t think he was in the show but I remember him mentioning something about it in the last episode he was in)

Imagine the squad catching you and Nick flirting at work

“What are you doing?” You demanded as Nick drove passed the park.

“What do you think I’m doing Y/N? I’m driving us to work.” He countered, keeping his eyes on the road.

You narrowed your eyes and accused, “Why do you always do that?”

“Do what? Answer your questions?” He inquired.

“Question everything I say!” You replied, “If you had let me finish before being a smartass…”

“Then what you would have had time finished your stupid question?” He interrupted.

“Why are you being such a dick?” You demanded.

“Why are you asking me stupid questions at 6 in the morning?” He responded.

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Things I Have Thought About Whilst Sleep Deprived

-when you have Adrien and Nath in a couple it’s so pure but if you have chat noir and Evillustrator it’s nothing but sin
-that lyric in Hometown sounds like ‘shadow threw an egg at me’
-would lava put out a fire before starting it’s own
-why are all the adrinath fics written in Spanish
-gggRRRRRRRRR I WANT MY FICS
-I’d marry dodie Clark (I texted this to my friend and he replied with 'maddy you’re straight’)
-If I asked the official ml blog about future relationships between Adrien and Nath would they even answer
-I think I need to change my profile picture
-if I see one more picture of Lila Rossi on my dashboard I’m going to spoon my eyes out with a fucking spork (no offence to people who like Lila)
-why do people hate me
-Marinette is actually very terrifying
-why aren’t any of the hot characters mains
-fUCking BLUENeTTES ARE NOT a thING
-can I skin this whole grape with my teeth
-can I skin this whole walnut with my teeth (also sent to my friend who replied 'you cannot don’t try’)
-why do I have skin
-how come when you peel a carrot you just get more carrot but when you peel a human it’s GUYS AND BLOOD EVERYWHERE
-I feel like eating chocolate

Your Greatest Fear

A/N: So, this is my first Avenger fic. But, it will not be the last. I absolutely love Iron Dad, so you’re gonna be seeing that a lot.

Dad!Tony x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 1,000+

Summary: You express your greatest fear to your dad.


Growing up as the daughter of Tony Stark was hard. People looked at you and expected that you would turn out just like your father. Rich, successful, influential, etc.

But, that wasn’t what made growing up so hard. Once your dad became Iron Man, things changed.

If someone didn’t know who he was before, they certainly did now. You were only ten at the time. And, having your dad held hostage all the way on the other side of the world was traumatic for a ten-year old.


You were relieved when you heard that he was okay. But, ever since then, you’ve acquired a certain fear.

What would happen if your dad didn’t come home one day? Especially after he joined the Avengers.

He was always getting into danger. What would happen if he was caught off guard?

You had just turned sixteen when the Avengers split. And, you were crushed. You had become close to all of the Avengers, and just like that, they were divided.

Your dad came home beaten and bloody after going after Steve and the Winter Soldier.

And, you didn’t know what to think.

Your dad nearly died fighting Captain America, who you had always seen as an uncle.

He was always in harm’s way. And, one of these days, he might not make it out.

You looked out the window in your room at the Avengers Tower. It had been about two weeks since the whole Civil War fiasco.

To the world, it looked as if nothing had changed. But, for you, everything had changed.

You let out a sigh, wiping away a tear threatening to fall. You wouldn’t cry. Not again. You had shed enough tears.

A knock on the door turned your attention away from your inner sorrow. “Come in.”

Your dad opened the door, “Hey, sweet pea. Vision’s making dinner. It should be ready in a few minutes.”

“Sounds good, Dad.” Your tone was flat and lacked emotion.

Your tone did not go unnoticed by Tony. He walked over to you, shoving his hands in his pockets. “What? You don’t like Vis’s cooking?”

You didn’t respond.

Tony sighed, “Okay, (Y/N), what’s wrong? You’ve been down for weeks. Where’s that smile? You look better when you smile.”

You huffed, gazing at the ground, “How can I smile when my family has been torn apart?”

Tony looked at you, his expression grim, “Oh, that’s what this is about.”

You said nothing, looking out the window again.

Tony didn’t say anything either. He knew that this whole Civil War was hard on you. The Avengers weren’t just Earth’s Mightiest Heroes to you. They were your family.

“Let’s talk, okay?” Your dad wrapped his arm around your shoulder and led you towards your bed.

He sat you down on the bed then sat next to you.

You waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. He just stared at you.

He gestured with his hand for you to say something, “I’m waiting. Come on. Just say what’s on your mind. I won’t interrupt. Much.”

You looked at him then sighed, “It’s just that…I don’t know.” You stroked back your (Y/H/C) hair, “You wanna know what my greatest fear is?”

Tony chuckled, “You? Afraid? Of what?”

Your expression told him that you were not in a joking mood.

“Dad, ever since you became Iron Man, you’ve had so many near-death experiences that I’ve lost count. You’ve come home beaten and bloody so many times. That’s something a young child shouldn’t see. But, I got used to it.”

You looked up at him, and his eyes were focused solely on you. But, you could tell he was thinking about your words.

“But, the more times you came home hurt, the more I realized that you’re not invincible. You can’t see everything coming. And, one of these days, you…might not make it home. You’re good, Dad. Really good. But, even you can’t prepare for everything. I grew up with the fear that one day I would wake up, and someone would tell me that you were gone. And…” You couldn’t continue as tears started to flow down your cheeks.

Tony just looked at you. He sighed, reaching out and pulling you into his chest.

You immediately wrapped your arms around your father, crying into his shoulder.

Tony let you cry, rubbing your back.

After a few minutes, your tears started to dry out.

“Better?”

You said nothing, wiping your eyes with your sleeve.

He held you at arm’s length, “Look, (Y/N), I know it’s hard. Being my kid. And, I get that. There’s a lot at stake for us Starks. And, yes, there are people in this world that don’t like me. Shocking, I know.”

You let out a small chuckle, which he smiled at it.

“And, I know I’ve come home looking not so pretty sometimes. But, I did come home. Because I have someone to come home to.” He poked your nose, causing you to smile slightly.

“You’re the reason I come home. If I’m in a tight spot, I think about you. And, that usually helps me think of a way out. I can’t see everything, you’re right. But, Starks are known for improvising. And, if improvising gets me home to my little girl, I’m good with that.”

You stared at him, thinking about his words. “What about Steve?”

Tony inhaled, “I’ll admit, I wasn’t prepared to fight Cap. And, he did quite a number on me. But, he knows just as well as I do that you’re waiting for me back home. He loves you, and he would never do that to you.”

You nodded, taking it all in, “Thanks, Dad. I’m glad I got this off my chest.”

He patted your back, “Me too. We don’t have many heart-to-heart chats. We need those every once in awhile.”

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He hugged you back, “FRIDAY, clear my schedule tomorrow.”

Right away, Mr.Stark. May I ask why?”

“I need to spend some time with my daughter.”


A/N: I can’t get the Keep Reading link working right now. So, until I do, I apologize for the space I’m taking up on your dashboard.

tumblr gothic
  • you scroll down your dashboard. people are talking about the new update. it has not affected you yet, and you are warned of it. it will come. it will grab you by the throat and seize you and spit you back out. it will kill you.
  • a new meme appears on your dashboard. you do not know where it came from or how it began. everybody seems to be reblogging this meme. you do not, and voices thrum in your ears, compelling you to reblog it.
  • you are following someone, and you are unsure as to why. curious, you look at their blog and find nothing of interest, nothing that points you to one of your friends being this strange blogger. you have always been following this blog. you cannot unfollow this blog.
  • tumblr changes daily. you cannot recognize your dashboard anymore. everything changes, even the people you are following. 

The daily struggle not to use David Gandy as a faceclaim because he’s far too good looking to represent my vision of my muse is very real.

Creativity Contest | Celebrating 120+ Followers

Hello there! It is me, again! So, as a gift for my followers, I am making a creativity contest!

Why creativity? - Many of you think their art isn´t good tho it is and some aren´t even into art but are into storytelling and roleplay.

So, how does it work?

Well ladies and gentlemen, you will show me your OC! Yeah, your OC, here I won´t critic your art, but your idea. The one OC who has the most creative story, concept or any other caracteristics, will be the winner of one of the 4 places!

What do you need to enter the contest?

First of all, to be my follower, I made this to the ones who actually feel keen with me appearing in their dashboard, PLEASE DON´T IF YOU ONLY FOLLOW FOR THE CONTEST, check my blog first and think of it, I hope you find something you like!

Second, reblog this post! LIKES WON´T COUNT!

Third, you must describe in a post the next features: Physical Description (If you can, post the reference or a drawing), Personality, BackstoryConcept, and Why do you think they are unique. See! Easy-peasy!

MENTION ME WITH YOUR CONTEST ENTRY! DO NOT SEND IT!

Winners will obtain… (CHECK D.ART TAG TO SEE THE STYLES)

First Place: A colored drawing of their preference (Icon, Mid - Body or a Full Body) in any style of their choice (Cartoonish or Semi realistic) of their OC.

Second Place: A Mid - Body drawing in any style of their choice (Cartoonish or Semi Realistic) of their OC.

Third Place: An Icon drawing in any style of their choice (Cartoonish or Semi Realistic) of their OC.

Honorable Mention: Icon sketch in the style I think it suits the best of their OC.

CONTEST ENDS THE FIRST DAY OF JUNE! DON´T MISS IT! REMEMBER I LOVEEEE YOU! YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL TODAY! YES YOU! THE ONE WHO READ IT!

nonbinarylynz  asked:

Hey Nina, just wanted to ask if you've seen what's happening in the aftermath of the OurMine hack, and also wanted to send my well wishes to you amidst this honestly worrying time. Pardon my language but it's a shit thing of them to do, and while probably naive of me, i do hope they come to their senses and stop this. Regardless, i hope you are well and wish you the best with all this.

Thank you for checking in! I’m fine, fo’ real. Our channels themselves were not hacked; it was a network dashboard that was hacked and wasn’t connected to any of our truly private information. (Hence why 2-step verification wasn’t involved; having it enabled didn’t make a difference since it wasn’t a log-in system that was being hacked.) This group is claiming they have passwords, but all they have are auto-generated codes from when dashboard accounts were first created and those codes were immediately changed after logging in for the first time. They’re just attempting to scam people into giving them money for information they don’t actually have. (So if you’re planning to send them $700 to get my password and try to ruin my social media profiles then tough luck, I suppose!)

Studio71 is on top of the situation; they shut down the hack within 3 minutes of it happening, everything is locked down on their end, and they’ve gotten the authorities and FBI involved to ensure that all of us are safe and protected. No info was harmed or altered; all the group did was change video titles and descriptions, which YouTube restored once they’d taken account of which channels had been affected.

Maybe this is naiive of me, but I really don’t see myself being a specific target of them, haha. They have bigger fish to go after (especially within my network) than some no-name cosplay vlogger like me. The only reason my channel was involved is because it’s part of that huge network, not because I was a specific target. As for any data they’ve shared, my business email and name haven’t exactly been secrets, especially because the latter is usually used in publications and biographical blurbs, etc. So rest assured, I’m a-okay! I really appreciate you checking up on me, again!

anonymous asked:

why don't you answer the messages? :( i've wrote you but i didn't have a reply

I do my best mate. I really do. These are the reasons why I don’t answer:
1. I don’t always have time to answer
2. I don’t know how to answer (requests, recommendations, nice messages without questions, weird messages etc.)
3. I know how to answer but the answer would be “thank you so much, precious person” but since there would be a lot of those I don’t want to flood your dashboards with asks (which doesn’t change the fact I am extremely grateful for those messages because they keep me motivated to draw more! :))
4. The answer is already in my FAQ
5. The answer is on the first two pages of my blog
6. Tumblr ate the message :/ (yours or mine if I answered privately)

7. I answer but not straight away because:
a) I don’t want to post too many asks at once
b) I want to add drawings you asked for to my store and then inform you “hey, it’s done"
c) I need to think about the answer) I have no energy to answer properly or interact with people at all (not to mention giving anyone attention they deserve)
d) I have no time right now but I want to answer soon

8. Sometimes I plan to answer later but after a month it feels weird to do that :’)

If you’re in doubt you can always send your message again :)

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Listen i sent them a billion anons about this but watch them ignore them @sinbadism i am sick and fucking tired of you getting on tumblr and assuming you know everything there is to know about every mixed person and projecting your insecurities about your family and childhood on to everyone on this damn website. Barbie already dragged u up and down the dashboard so idk why you literally do not know how to stop especially when so many of your mutuals cant stand u and your politics and dont say shit because they know youll put your fingers in your ears and scream about how you somehow know more than them even irt shit that has NOTHING to do w you


Anyways remember when you argued w one of my afrolatina mutuals who literally LIVES IN PERU abt race politics in latin america and she told me she was afraid youd say she wasnt really afrolatina if you saw her because thats what you do is talk about shit you have no place in and cultures you know nothing about???

Or how about when u said my girlfriend couldnt be black and asian because she doesnt look like nicki minaj and lied and said shes 1/16th asian when shes nearly half asian? And when u got involved w a bunch of non black asians mocking her and saying she uses eyeliner to slant her eyes and squints? Like you literly got involved w calling an E asian person slanted and squinty eyed loll


And whenever anyone drags your self hating ass youbring up other drama they were in blatantly lie about qhat happened and use that as a “well im not getting involved because you did ___”

Jingle Balls

Summary: Negan Claus is coming to town.
Request Summary: 2-in-1.
1. “Can you do one where there’s a girl in the Sanctuary that really likes Christmas and she misses it when it starts getting cold again and she’ll hum Christmas songs and so on. So Negan starts leaving her Christmas-y stuff that he finds on runs” – Anon. 2. “Can you do a imagine with negan x liv (my name) :)))??” - @ahappysoul0
POV: Liv
Characters: Negan, Liv
Word Count: 1862
Warnings: Cursing
Author’s note: Wow, would you look at that. I’ve finally done a one-shot. 
Parts: 1/1 - Completed
Quote of the story: “Damn, how about you switch it up and jingle my balls for a change instead of busting them all the damn time.”

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December 5th- Camping

Hey guys, I’m hella psyched for this prompt. You know when you’re falling asleep and so you write fanfic in your head? (just me? ok.) well, I always use this as a base and so I’ve got some ideas. Lit. I shouldn’t say that. Rad. NO. Okay whatever. Here are the prompts for the countdown . Enjoy!


Baz sat in the front seat of Penny’s minivan, holding a list,

“Alright, do we have everyth- Simon! Get your feet off the dashboard!” 

“Why do you care? It’s not your car.” Simon said through a mouthful of cheese and onion crisps,

Because,” Baz said, moving Simon’s dirty trainers off the dashboard, “It’s not your car either.”

“Okay, whatever, Mr. Rational.” Simon said and leaned in for a cheese and onion kiss,

“I am not kissing you with that breath.” Baz said, completely repulsed, 

“Alright, whatever. Let’s get going! I can’t wait to sit under the stars and eat delicious hot shmos!”Simon said. Baz grinned at his boyfriend,

“Was that a Toy Story reference?”

“Might have been.”


Two hours and twelve snack sized bags of crisps later Simon and Baz are finally sitting in front of their campsite, 

“It’s a patch of dirt with a circle of rocks.” Simon proclaimed, 

“Quite right, love.”

“Where do we sleep?”

“The tent.”

“Is it see through on the top?”

“Um, no.”

“But then we can’t see the stars.” Simon complained. He made a face and crossed his arms like a four year old,

“You’ve got a star right here.” Baz reminded Simon,

“Ha ha.” Simon grinned and leaned in for a kiss, this one successful.


That night, the two boys lay in the tent, Simon’s head on Baz’s stomach,

“Do you remember when we visited the stars?” Simon mumbled, a tad drunk,

“Yes.” Baz said. He remembered it well. It was one of the fondest of memories that hid inside his brain, nestled behind a few sour ones that had been shoved there carelessly. Someone had to organize those files some time,

“I don’t know if I have enough magic to take us back, but I could show you the stars…” Baz fished for his wand in his pocket and cast a spell on the roof of the tent. Tens of thousands of stars shone above them like diamonds. Simon marvelled at the display in front of him,

“They do look like you.” Simon said, dreamily. And then there he was. Baz was back again. Back to that place where joy filled his soul and all he could see were stars.


Lit

-Jane

( @carryon-countdown )

fangirl2099 replied to your post “Stefan + Katherine or Damon + Katherine”

You sound like such a dick head rn they clearly mean who do you ship why don’t you just answer the fucking question all you have to do is say the ship name that’s all

it seems like tumblr finally reached the point in which even a completely normal answer is considered problematic. Well buckle up kids ‘cause you’re on for a ride here

so you just called me a dick head because i said that that question was over answered…

i’m going to continue this under the “read more” (cause i don’t want to spam everyone’s dashboards)

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my mom was sitting next to me and watching me while I was scrolling through my dashboard. And I kinda explained that it was my blog and all. And she went like “what’s the point in making graphics and gifs?” So I explained a lot of things, and showed her some graphic makers I liked. I was like “you see on this gifset I really like the colors the person used, that’s why I reblogged it” and she was answering things “yeah the colors are so pretty! you can do this too?”. Seriously, she was so cute trying to understand what I was doing on this site. She was genuinely interested in my hobby and why I loved making edits. Love her

for everyone on tumblr that images are not loading on the dashboard. people are saying its https everywhere extension fault but if you don’t use it and are having the same error i just found out how to fix it! 

right click on the image that is not loading and choose inspect element.it will open  a window with the link to the image highlighted. right click and choose open in a new tab.

now it will say it’s not secure and that is because the https certificate is now invalid that’s why it’s not loading on the dashboard now you can believe me or not. because you will need to click in advance and choose to open the page anyway. and its done all images on that sever will start showing up again. but tumblr has more than 50 servers so you may need to do this a few times. but after doing this on server 40 and 33 i am seeing everything on my dash again.