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So the projects for @klancebb2017 is finally starting to be posted! I had the honor to work with lovely @djbunn3 and for about a month coming we’ll be posting the FOURTEEN chapters + art pieces it ended up at. I’ll be posting pictures two and two, but this is the first chapter and I think you should all get on it :) NEXT

Do you like stories about awkward teenagers making questionable choices to get closer to people they kind of wish they knew, making the situation more complicated than it needed to be not to mention lots and also lots of pining all around? Of course you do!

 Read ‘UNKNOWN’ at AO3 Here!

anonymous asked:

Jily AU: Your photos keep showing up on my iPhone, and the internet helped me track you down. Now we’re kind of celebrities, and also I think you’re hot. (Inspired by "I Followed My Stolen iPhone Across The World, Became A Celebrity In China, And Found A Friend For Life" on Buzzfeed)

The article can be found here. I recommend it. It’s a wild ride. Some liberties were taken with the prompt. 

Because James is a fucking idiot, his phone gets stolen.

He knows he’s a rowdy drunk and he knows the three word mantra any university student needs when they go out (‘phone-cash-keys’) but Sirius has bet that he can take more Jägerbombs than James and he’s never been able to back down from a challenge. He doesn’t even think twice about whether his phone is in the pocket of his jeans or his coat, the latter of which he leaves at the table. He swears Peter is sitting there when he leaves, but when he comes back ten minutes later and a whole lot dizzier, the table is empty, coat and all.

He and Sirius find Peter later, crouched over a toilet and heaving with Remus patting his back. James has the decency to wait until his friend is done vomiting to ask, “Pete, d’you have my phone?”

If possible, Peter gets greener. “Sorry,” is all he gets out before shaking his head and clutching his stomach.

Peter ends up feeling worse about the whole thing than James does. James is upset to have lost all his pictures and apps, and he’s livid at the wanker who decided to grab his phone, but ultimately, he can afford a new phone and he can take new pictures, so in a few months he’ll likely get over it. But Peter insists that because James left his phone with him, it’s Peter who owes him a new one.

James attempts to refuse. Peter doesn’t have the kind of money to replace his phone, and James isn’t about to put that on him.

“My friend Dung knows how to get an iPhone for dirt cheap,” Peter claims, and reluctantly, James agrees.

And so it begins.

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Imagine Brendon letting it slip you, his wife, are pregnant with your first child during an interview.

Originally posted by deathsinmusicalbachelors

“So Brendon-” Ellen spoke, pausing for just a minute until the audience stopped cheering and clapping “Brendon, it’s amazing to have you here once more!”

“It’s great to be here again, it’s been a while.” he said with a smile and nod of his head.

“And, if you could tell us, what has been happening in your life all this time? Or more like how is your life after the death of a bachelor, pun intended.” she said with a chuckle and Brendon laughed along with the audience.

“Oh same as ever, absolutely amazing!” he grinned widely “(Y/n) and I have been taking some time to ourselves, went on vacation and remembered the good old times during our first dates.”

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Ficlet: Birthday Aesthetic

Dan woke to the shivery feeling of breath against his neck and a sleep-husky voice saying, “Happy birthday.” He weakly swatted at the face sending the air whispering across his sensitive skin, but smiled at the same time.

“You already said that at midnight,” he mumbled, not wanting to wake up quite yet. But Phil’s arms tightened around him and he turned in the familiar embrace to find Phil already wearing his glasses and a smile that matched Dan’s own.

“I know. But then we went to sleep, and now we’re waking up, so it’s like your birthday’s starting all over again,” Phil reasoned in a way that only Phil could. Dan wasn’t awake enough to point out the flaws in his logic, so he just snuggled in closer.

He lay there for a moment, letting himself wake slowly as he listened to Phil’s heart beating under his ear, then requested hopefully, “Mario Kart?”

Phil’s chest bounced Dan’s head up and down as he laughed. “You’re the king on your birthday. I am your lowly subject, and your wish is my command.”

Dan grinned. “My wish is to kick your ass at Mario Kart.”

Phil laughed again and gently moved from beneath Dan, getting out of the bed and putting on pajamas that indicated clearly this was going to be a lazy day at home, just like Dan had wanted. They’d go out with friends tonight, but the rest of the day wasn’t going to involve anything that involved real clothes. Maybe some things that involved no clothes, though. He eyed Phil speculatively, and Phil raised an eyebrow in response.

Dan got out of bed and pulled on a black t-shirt and pair of track bottoms, then followed Phil out to the upstairs lounge. Phil turned to look at him. “Your birthday breakfast order, Your Majesty?”

“Doritos and salsa,” Dan replied.

Phil nodded sagely. “Ah. We’re going for the healthy option this morning.” He glanced at the clock and amended, “Or this afternoon.” Then he headed off to the kitchen to raid their snack stash.

Dan collapsed onto the sofa and looked around. He loved the smoothly modern aesthetic of their new flat. No more creaking floor boards, peeling wallpaper, and leaking pipes. The new place felt much more like him. Like the new Daniel Howell. He was happy Phil had been so relaxed about the whole thing and had let Dan have his own way about most of it.

Phil brought in the chips and salsa, and for a quick moment Dan remembered the “fanfic” they’d recreated for one of the PINOFs. He chuckled, and Phil asked, “The fanfic?” It was eerie sometimes how in sync their brains were. Dan just grinned at him and nodded, then grabbed the game controller.

They played a couple games, taking snack breaks occasionally, and at one point Phil took a picture of him with his phone. Dan barely blinked, accustomed by now to Phil documenting his every move.

“You never used to bite the controller,” Phil pointed out. Dan looked at him questioningly, removing the device from his mouth where he had placed it in frustration. “You made fun of me when you first noticed that I do it. Now you do it all the time.”

Dan rolled his eyes. “That’s because you’re a terrible influence.”

Phil shrugged. “True.” They both giggled. “I’m going to tweet this picture with your birthday message,” Phil announced, typing into his phone.

Dan grabbed his own phone and said, “Then I’ll have to write my own birthday tweet, too.”

Their tweets went up almost at the same time, and Dan shoved Phil’s shoulder when he saw what he’d written. “Nothing about how great I am? Just a picture of me being a dork with a birthday hat pasted on?”

Phil looked at him and bit his lip, looking uncertain. “Did you want me to write something more…”

But Dan cut him off. “No, Phil. This is perfect.” He smiled to show that he meant it. He knew when his mum called to wish him a happy birthday, she would comment on how impersonal Phil’s tweet had been in comparison to Dan’s tweet on Phil’s birthday, but she’d never really understood their relationship. She didn’t understand that, despite his degree in language and linguistics, Phil didn’t show his love through soppy words. Dan was the one who said, “I love you,” most often, the one who gave Phil flowery compliments and talked about him in glowing terms.

What his mum, and pretty much everyone else, didn’t understand was how “I love you” could be just as effectively expressed by a happy smile while giving someone a free hand to decorate the new flat, or a teasing whisper against a sensitive neck, or chips and salsa for birthday breakfast.

Dan didn’t need flowery words. Phil told him in a thousand ways how much he loved him, and Dan saw it every day when he looked at the sleek new white sofa, the shiny metal handrails of the flat’s stairway, and the moonscape of their new bedroom. This entire flat was a testament to Phil’s love for him, even if no one else could see it.

Nāhiʻenaʻena was the only daughter of Kamehameha I, the first ruler of the Kingdom of Hawaii. She lived a short, bright, tragic life, torn by contradictory cultural forces and personal allegiances.

Following her mother’s instruction, she grew up as a Christian, but couldn’t totally turn away from her ancestral cultural and religious practices. As she grew up, she also grappled with the puritan expectations of the European missionaries and teenage rebellion. She alternated between periods of intense devotion and piety and then drinking and playing cards.

She and her older brother Kauikeaouli, who became king after their older brother died when they were children, were very close their whole lives. High-ranking chiefs hoped that they would eventually marry, a fairly standard practice for Hawaiian royalty. Rather than the marriage being an unpleasant duty pushed on them, the two seemed to be very much in love throughout their lives.

The missionaries were horrified, and made clear they found the practice improper and sinful. Her Western teachers pressured Nāhiʻenaʻena into choosing a more suitable partner. However, while the wedding was being planned, she made her way to Honolulu and found herself at her brother’s side without her teachers supervising her. She and Kauikeaouli consumated their union (in a formal sense, though it’s possible this wasn’t actually their first time).

Afterwards, she was shamed by the missionaries. She swung between piety, irreverence, and hedonism, suffering from periodic depression. She was excommunicated and soon after married, which didn’t affect her troubled personal life. She was disconnected both from her people and her church. She only found moments of escape from depression in her time spent carousing with her brother. 

She soon became pregnant and gave birth within a year of her marriage. Kauikeaouli–with some justification–claimed that the child was his and would be his heir. Unfortunately, their son lived only a few hours. Nāhiʻenaʻena died a few months after, at just 21. Kauikeaouli was heartbroken. He had her body brought to his home and stayed with her coffin for weeks, unable to bring himself to let her go. Her death had a sobering effect on him, inspiring him to take a hard look at his lifestyle of drunkenness and debauchery, instead devoting himself to serving his people, and going on to be a distinguished and successful ruler.

What seems to me most tragic about Nāhiʻenaʻena’s life was the idea that if she’d lived longer, she might have had the opportunity to mature and find the balance between independence and responsibility that her brother did. Or, that if the missionaries hadn’t stopped her and Kauikeaouli from marrying, she wouldn’t have had to deal with that major conflict in her life.

As troubled as she was, she also seems to have been fiery, passionate, loving, and intelligent; and, of course, there’s always something fascinating about forbidden love. I wish there were more pictures of her than just this and one of her as a small child, but those who knew her describe her as a being beautiful and poised. 

Hearts don’t break around here.

A/N: Hello again! Here I come back after finals with another Harry shot. The plot came to my mind one peaceful afternoon while I listened to Ed Sheeran’s “Hearts don’t break around here”, song which I personally find beyond beautiful.

* singing voice * Requests are open :)


Harry wasn’t able to decode what he was feeling.

As much as he wanted to make up his mind, he just couldn’t. It was difficult to put a name to the mixture of sensations taking place at his system at the same time.

He definitely wasn’t at his happiest; having his childhood best friend crying on his shoulder, sobbing as he released soothing words to ease her miserable state, shattered his heart in the worst of the ways. Never in his most hideous nightmares he would have expected to find such an image as the one he came across after opening his front door.

Y/n’s beaming countenance stood out for its absence, being replaced by jet black stains running along her cheeks, caused by the tears the person supposed to bring her happiness had evidently failed to do. They told without any need of words the events that had led to that outcome, and that killed any hint of joy he could have been experimenting.

Still, it couldn’t be said the only thing he was feeling was pain.

Because, as selfish as it sounded, as he brought her to the security of his embrace, or whispered into her ear how things were going to get better; the realisation of having an opportunity to show her his genuine love eventually abandoned its blurriness.

If he attempted to define his current state, hopeful was the most accurate adjective he could come up with.

Yes, hope was its name

“When life gives you lemons, make lemonade” Harry would repeat that sentence to Y/n whenever downcast took over her feelings. It never failed to cheer her up, although at the beginning it would always win an eye roll from her. The proverb came to his mind like an enlightenment as he comforted her. In the wreck her now ex-boyfriend had left her, the only positive side was the comprehension of how unworthy he had been of her love all along, which led to the no longer waste of her time, which led to him.

As he watched her swollen eyes acquire a much softer look, and her before absent gaze gain a slight cheerful hint, a wave of satisfaction welcomed him. To see her get closer to the version of her he loved the most was his only purpose.

“You look like a flower child” A dimple-grinned Harry uttered, adding more daisies to the ones already perched upon her forehead and hair. Back in their childhood days, camping outside the vigilance of the walls of their houses became a tradition, which would be kept until Harry applied for the X-Factor.

Now, seven years later, on a white bed sheet sprawled in the middle of the dark garden, they were laying; she, looking at the stars; he, looking at her.

“You’re wasting all your flowers on me, you know that, right?” She giggled, the snow-white petals running along her skin provoking such an ethereal sound.

“And it’s worth the loss” He concluded as he placed the last one behind her ear, tucking some wild strands of hair with it.

Every look, every touch, every smile he managed to get from Y/n felt like a sweet victory; like a wave of encouragement to his, at times, weak optimism; as if he got closer to the glimmer of light he had been searching for a very long time, what had been his dream ever since an unexpected trip, two years ago.

“Are you serious?” Y/n asked, eyes widening when Harry wrapped his fingers around her wrists gently, guiding her to his worn out car.

“For real. You told me you wanted an adventure, right? Your wishes are my commands, my love” Despite the playfulness in his tone, when he said ‘my love’ he indeed meant it. It felt so right, as if the combination of both words was only meant to slip out of his mouth if she was the person it was directed to; that was the only way it sounded melodic, genuine.

“Where are you taking me?” She chuckled when he struggled to open her door “Lon…don… there you go” He answered focused on his task, a smile showing up when he succeeded “When you told me you had never been there I knew I had to be the first one to take you. C’mon get in!”


During the journey they had the time of their lives. They sang their lungs out to Harry’s compilation of old classics; Y/n took pictures of him, as he rambled about the experiences he had gone through in London; she even coped with his bad jokes, of which some surprisingly turned out to be quite funny.

Harry, on his behalf, became aware of what he hadn’t been conscious of before: he did more than just enjoy her company, he loved it. He wished he could be like that for the rest of his life: out of the spotlight, being young, free, bold, accompanied by the beautiful lady sitting beside him, who peeked her head out of the window to allow the air blow her hair, carelessly, living the moment.

It was then when he could almost taste the unknown flavour her presence always brought.

But it wasn’t enough.


The pitch black mantle falling sluggishly on the sky above introduced the beginning of the night; clinged to it, drowsiness.

In the middle of nowhere. That was how they spent the night on the backseat of the engine. Harry’s back pressed firmly against the back of the seats, his arms welcoming Y/n’s frame in a gentle grip. Their legs remained braided together for the rest of the night. The position they were in was uncomfortable, yet he would have spent the all the nights of his entire lifetime just like that; inhaling in the scent of her hair, feeling her hot breath fan over the discovered skin of his neck, listening to her puffs.

It was his favourite song.

When she looked up at him with innocent eyes and said “You never fail to make me happy, and I’m so grateful for that. I love you” he knew there was no turning back. He had already dived deep in her warm smile, in her tender gaze.

He didn’t feel like giving up the pleasing tickle at the pit of his stomach it provided him.

He was absolutely head over heels for his best friend.

And now, as Harry looked at her profile admiring the atmosphere around them, he visualised a future beside her: him kissing her to sleep every night, reminding her about how much he loved her; holding hands as they walk through the blooming gardens of Holmes Chapel, where they once spent entire days playing in; supporting her in the toughest moments; making from their love beautiful and healthy children; growing old.

But until then, he would wait as much time as it took for her to heal; he didn’t care if it were days, months or years. Her well-being was his priority.

“You know? he had been a dick all this time, but I was too blind to realise it” She said after minutes of comfortable silence.

“Well, at least now you know it. I don’t like seeing you suffering for him, he doesn’t deserve your tears, nor your love; he never did”

It took him several deep breaths to dare to say his next statement. “You deserve so much better… maybe all this time there’s been this one guy who dreamed of being in the position he was. Maybe he wished to love you unconditionally; to adore your imperfections; to confide in you all his fears, embrace yours. And maybe, just maybe, it hurted him to see you in the arms of another man”

The silence that followed were the longest five seconds of his entire life.

“Harry, are you trying to tell me something?”

Just know hearts don’t break around here.



last time i was at the flea market, there was a booth selling tons of merch for movies/anime/games – i can’t be 100% sure about everything there but all the pokemon plushies they had were definitely bootlegs. among them were a slightly sad-looking sableye (i actually have the official plushie that this one is based on) and an 18-inch mimikyu plushie that i ended up buying since it was pretty damn high quality.

i do wish i had taken more pictures now…i don’t know if the guy at the booth knew that he was selling counterfeit merch, but unlike a lot of the other sellers there, he jacked up the prices like he thought they were official.



Request : “Hi! Can you do 164 for Peter? thank you xx“ @chrislaufeyson

»  “I heard you singing Taylor Swift in the shower this morning, are you okay?”

Characters : Peter Parker x reader

Word count : ~1900

A/N : This isn’t that much long but it’s the longer imagine I’ve done yet lmao. I hope you like it, don’t hesitate to tell me what you thought of it under anon or even in private, I’d be happy to taaalk ! Don’t forget my requests are open, so… GO FOR IT BABES

Oh please, May ! It’d be the best present ever ! I’m a big guy now.”

Peter had been begging May for 2 weeks now, and the aunt was still reflecting either or not it was a good idea. For his 16th birthday, his nephew wanted his girlfriend to sleep with him, but May thought he was too young for that, she didn’t want to be a grand-mother right now, she was even quite young when she had to become Peter’s mother. All was going too fast, and she wished Ben was still there to say no. Ben would have said no. They both knew it, that’s why Pete would have asked May if his uncle was still alive. But she had to say no by herself now, take all the responsabilites.

Stop harrassing me, I can take you to some restaurants or cinema, but you’re too young to sleep with a girl.”

Peter crossed his arms on his chest and sighed. He hated when May treated him like a child, and she recurrently did. “C'mon, many boys sleep with their girlfriends at my age. I won’t do sh- stupid things. May, you know the feeling. You know what it’s like, wanting to wake up to the love of your life.”

It was May’s turn to sigh. Obviously, she knew, it was a feeling she was used to, a feeling she would never get rid of. Someone was missing in her bed just like someone was missing in Peter’s. If one human on Earth knew that you needed to enjoy someone’s presence before it was too late, it was her.

Door open, and if I hear something weird you a dead man, Peter Benjamin Parker.”

He instantly jumped, doing some dance of joy. His heart was beating faster as he ever did. This was it, it was happiness, true happiness. This news had him reaching the nirvana, this estate of maximal pleasure, the plenitude. He kissed his aunt’s cheek, thanking her a good million times. You soon was informed and you both fangirled. Your first night together. This was a brand new step, but everything with Peter seemed natural anyways. You could do everything.

I’m taking your present ! And a toothbrush of course, I can’t wait to sleep in your arms oh my god. I’m taking movies, can I borrow you a new shirt to sleep ? What should I take beside all of this.” Peter could tell over the phone how happy and stressed you were, you barely allowed yourself to breathe while talking. “Happy birthday, love.”

He smiled, the sound of your voice was a music to him, a melody he could never get bored of. “Come here quick to tell me in person.”

Peter !” May called him back to have a quick chat with him. There was no way he could sleep with you before she’d have gave him the talk. He soon hung up, excited as never.

Peter smiled as soon as he woke up, you were still in his arms, your head on his chest, sleeping like an angel. His heart started beating fast again. He had thought right, this was the best morning of his life, this was the way he wanted to wake up everyday, with his love right next to him, stuck to his body like the world out there was spinning and the only thing letting her be safe was his touch. He was his remedy to any problem. Both your bodies were hot, the night had been so soft.

Peter kissed your forehead, pulling you closer to him which woke you up. There was no way you’d feel happier any day, you put your head on his neck and kissed his perfect jawline. “Hello pretty boy.” You whispered in a rough matinal voice before kissing his jawline again. “I’ve never slept that good in my entire life before.”

“Me neither.” He whispered at his turn, and his rugged voice had you shook. You’ve never heard him talking with such a deep tone and it was exciting to discover new things about your dedicated one.

Minutes passed by without doing nothing, just hugging and kissing. You wanted to spend the entire day there, in this bed, wrapped around Peter’s warm arms. But May would have never let you, plus it seemed like the super-hero had a project for the day.

It was super late when you got up, 2pm actually. Peter tried to make you a breakfast as a lunch, but his pancakes were terrible and he had burnt the bacon. His secret talent was surely not cooking. You ended eating ice cream before he went take a shower. You came back in his room, watching the wall where he put some pictures. One particularly kept your attention. This picture was one Peter had taken of you two during your first date. It was all awkward and sweet, and you were glad he had taken pictures of it.

Is it weird if I take photos ? I know it’s the first time we… we… This is a date, right ?” Peter had is cheeks all red from asking this, and you found it super cute. You liked him since you started talking, he was the kindest boy you’ve ever met, way different than all of the others. The day you met was the day your ex dumped you because you didn’t want to have sex with him, but what the fuck you was having sex at 15 anyways ? So not you. Peter found you crying in the school’s hallways and tried to cheer you up, then he asked you everyday how you were feeling, and soon you became friends. But there always were that extra something, this little sprinkle in your eyes telling you he was a man who would change your life. And he really did change you, he made you a better person, he built you.

This first date had been really different than what you already had experienced with other boys. You knew you loved him, you knew he wasn’t some jerk trying to use you. “Of course this is a date.” You held his hand with a big smile on your face. “And take photos, I want to have souvenirs of this evening !”

It wasn’t some fancy going out in a restaurant or cinema, it was just a chill walk, all was about talking and being happy to be together, it was all fluff and natural, it was just all love. Peter took as many photos of you as he could, not afraid anymore to look like some kind of a creep. “I love taking photos, and you’re so beautiful, you… The camera loves you.”

A little smirk took place on your face as you turned to him. “Only the camera, not you ?” He instantly blushed, panicking. Was it a bad thing, were you making fun of him ? His hands started shaking and he shook his head, his mouth wide open just as his eyes. “You don’t need to respond.” You laughed. “I was kidding, this is too soon for all of this.” But deep inside, Peter knew he loved you.

“I shake it oooooff, I shake it oooooff !” Peter’s singing got you out of your memories and you gigled listening to this song. He might be… Really excited for today. “Haters gonna haaate, haaate, haaate !” Well, this was for sure the best shower he had taken in while.

He came back right after his song, his hair damp and curlier than you’d ever seen before. He was so handsome, you were so screwed.

“Look, this is the camera I told you about ! The one May offered me yesterday ! She did such a great job, I missed photography.” He said as he was taking his new camera out of his backpack. You soon took his treasure in your hands with a look of admiration. It was a vintage Leica, and you wished you knew more about photography to understand how awesome it was for Peter to have it. “It has a lil defect on its lens but you know how I love things when they have something unique.” You nodded, and gave the camera back to him. “Okay, now that I can take pictures again, go against this tree and be my model.”

Your nose creased. Be his model ? What ? “No, no Pete there’s nooooo way. I’m not.. I’m so ugly today, I hadn’t brought my makeup to your place, my skin is awfully oily.” You soon pouted, Peter’s eyes wide open.

“You kidding, right ?!” He literally seemed attacked. “You the most beautiful girl I’ll ever get to see, Y/N ! I just want memories, you’re a real muse for me. Please, as a birthday gift, love !”

“I love you, thank you, but it’s still a no.”

Peter rolled his eyes, he for sure needed you to be okay with his idea of taking pictures of you, because it made a long time since the last time he did. “I’ll buy you japanese food.”

And suddenly you chaned your mind, you looked excited and even jumped a little when you heard ‘japanese food’. “Ok, well, Why are we still here ?! C'mon Parker, let’s take photos !” He laughed, fuck he knew you so well, he was sure japanese food was a good compromise. It always had been. Photoshoot session started right away. “You know, I heard you singing Taylor Swift in the shower this morning, are you okay?

Peter rolled his eyes, happy Taylor Swift’s songs was his guilty pleasure and no one was supposed to know. He blushed a little. “Don’t be a jerk honey, be beautiful and pose for me, that’s all I’m asking !”

“This is some kind of song you should be singing to Flash.” You giggled. And Peter blushed even more. He always had that thought that Flash was better than him, he was popular even if he was an asshole. You saw Peter getting lost in his thoughts and grimaced. “Babe, focuse on me !” His eyes immediately met yours and he couldn’t help but laugh. You were ugly, but in a beautiful way, weird. I guess it was just love. He took a picture, and you frowned. “I don’t want this on facebook or I’ll kill you !”

“Love, you know I don’t have a facebook.” He creased his eyes. You harrassed him to do one, but he never understood the utility. He had no friends. “I’ll download them in my phone, so I can show people how pretty my girlfriend is !”

“I’m not, Peter !” You shouted, leaving the tree to get back to him.

“You’re not my girlfriend ?!”

“I’m not pretty you idiot !” You hit his shoulder.

“People don’t believe me when I say I have a girlfriend.” He shrugged while a sad smile took place on his face.

You pouted, a little embarrassed. Yeah, Peter wasn’t popular and all, people thought he was a fucking loser, but they were missing it. “We don’t need people, Peter Parker.”


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anonymous asked:

It's genuinely making me really upset to think that Jack Dylan Grazer is seeing all this stuff about how he's in love with Finn and how he's probably going to have to push him away now, he can't just act like a kid :((( sorry it's just upsetting I wish he knew the whole fandom doesn't thjnk like that

A huge part of this fandom is completely messed up and  disrespectful about the cast of the movie, it’s unbelievable. People need to stop shipping F.ack; the actors are uncomfortable, and I’m pretty sure Finn and Jack feelings and friendship are way more important than this stupid pairing thing people keep crying about, saying they’re doing nothing wrong
my man… let me tell you something…. what you’re doing is wrong. I saw people blurrying Jack from pictures because he is “problematic” like…. bitch he’s a kid. he acts like a kid. don’t blame him for having a close friend an not wanting to be shipped with??? this isn’t so difficult to get…..

tanovic54321  asked:

I have anxiety @depression(it flears up in croweds)I was wondering if you could do a imagine where the reader @Josh are in some sort of crowd for some reason @well the reader can keep her cool then later she loses her shit @he comforts her?fluff?idk


“You ready kid?”

Your eyes met Michael’s brown ones as you looked up at the security guard. The tightness in your throat became almost unbearable, and your body was growing damp with sweat. You could hear them, people screaming, trying to get you to come out of the safety of the store. And as much as you wanted to stride right through with a smile on your face, you knew you couldn’t. You had way too much social anxiety for someone who’s boyfriend had made it big.

You instinctively checked your phone at the thought of Josh. He had gone back to the venue for rehearsals before the show, but apparently the crowd lingered around the store, unaware that he’d even slipped out. And now you wish that you could’ve gone with him. Your breathing slowed as you stared at the wallpaper on your phone. The picture of Josh, squinty-eyed and rustled hair, stared back at you. You had taken the picture one morning when the sun had shone down on Josh and illuminated his tan skin, it was too much of a perfect moment to miss.

You take a deep breath before lifting your head and shakily nodding at Michael.

“You sure?” he asked, giving you a look of concern.

You nodded before pocketing your phone clutching tightly to the bag at your side. The noise around you drifted out, until it was just you and your slow breathes, a tunnel of black you had to get through to reach the waiting car. And in your mind you pictured crinkly eyes and vibrant hair and soft, sweet kisses.

The front doors of the store opened, and suddenly the loud roar of screams outside slammed into every inch of your body, breaking your Josh-centered reverie. The noise clawed at your skin, crept up your spine and pinched at your neck. You felt so exposed, so lost.  Your body turned stiff, and your eyes opened wide like those of a baby deer. You suddenly felt so stunned, completely unable to move any part of your own body apart from the tiny little shakes of your head that no one caught on to. Michael laid a stiff hand on your lower back, trying to usher you out of the store. Out of safety and comfort given in the form of shelter and isolation.

“Listen, this is a big one. Just try to count to 30 or something, yeah? 30 and we’ll be there at the car and it’ll all be over. You can do this Y/N,” and for a moment you thought that maybe you could. For a short, fleeting moment you honestly believed that you could be brave and smile with your head held high and walk straight to the car. But as you were pushed out of the door and into the suffocating, thick air, you knew that this wouldn’t go down as smoothly as planned. This was big, huge.

Shakily, you just tried to concentrate on putting one foot slightly in front of the other. Your head was pinned down, hands pinched into fists and you tried to concentrate on the pain of your nails digging into your palm. Your mouth was quickly lacking moisture, your lips were sealed shut to contain an array of whimpers that otherwise would be released.

The crowd around you roared, a constant stream of screams of hysteria that left you wanting to disappear, away from the faces and disappointed eyes. Because as you looked up to take in the situation, that’s what hit you the hardest. Not the hundreds of people staring at you like hawks, stripping you bare of the little self reassurance you had left. Not the hands grabbing at you, snatching your only sense of security,  But the looks in the eyes of those around you once they realize Josh isn’t around.  The crestfallen emotions swarming the eyes of the people you knew waited all day to see him all for just a quick glimpse at you.  That shook you to your core. Because now it was all your fault, you’re so stupid, stupid, stupid. And as the guilt flooded your system, hurtled through your body and mind like a tilde wave, you felt your cheeks become red hot from embarrassment and shame.

‘They’re all looking at me’

‘They’re all going to hate me’

‘Someones going to get hurt and it’s going to be all my stupid fault’

Your thoughts haunted your brain at a frantic, uncontrollable speed.

“Y/N! Over here Y/N!”

“I love you!”

“Get off of her!”

"Please just a quick picture!”

Voices overlapped and infused into one giant, angry wave of noise that threatened to push you over the edge. You began visibly shaking, your breath shortened. You squeezed your eyes shut, desperate for this to end and to be safe and warm and wrapped up in Josh’s warm arms. You counted in your head, until you gathered up the courage to open your eyes. You wish you hadn’t. Because as you looked towards the car and the entrance of the store, you realized that you’d only walked about ten steps. And you had so much more to go. You began to shake your head frantically, clawing desperately at Michael’s arm muttering "no please, I can’t do this” and it was all too much and you knew you weren’t going to make it and it was all your fault and you couldn’t breathe.

“Hey, not long now. You’re doing grea- woah back off!” Michael belted towards a paparazzi that seemed desperate to take a picture of your distressed state. The shouts only made you cringe. Your whole face scrunched up, eyebrows furrowing and bottom lip quivering as you couldn’t get over the horrible thoughts and feelings that plagued your entire being. You were shoved, pushed, prodded and pulled as you tried desperately to make it to the safety of the car at the end of the pathway. You stumbled, tripping over your own feet as the panic set in and overcame your body. Before you had the chance to stand up and carry on, hands were all over you. The world became mute apart from the sounds of your own quick breathing as nails dug into every inch of your body that was available. Your hair was tugged, shirt clawed at. Tears slipped from your eyes, small sobs emitting from your throat as your worst nightmares came true and played out right before your very own eyes. And only when a hand with long nails scraped across your cheek did the world suddenly come back. The noise bombarded your eardrums, ground suddenly returning under your feet helping you stand up. Small gasps could be heard throughout the mob of people as they saw your state and took a few steps back. Hefty hands clutched at you and dragged you away, until you were finally shoved into a car.

“Y/N! Hey? Come here, look at me. Are you okay? Hey, please stop that!” Michael frantically tried to grab your arms, stop you from shaking. But the more he tried, the more you panicked.

“Please stop, please please don’t touch me I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry” you choked out more sobs, shaking your head left and right until your brain felt as fuzzy and chaotic as the rest of you. You clawed at your own arms, scratching until they burned.

“Shit shit shit, listen I don’t know how to— Y/N— I’m gonna grab your phone okay?” Michael lifted his arm towards you warily, not wanted to distress you any further. “I’m gonna call Josh, okay? Stop that, sit back Y/N. You’re okay, it’s all okay.“ He grabbed your phone, nervously unlocking it and finding Josh’s number, saved with a heart emoji. He pressed the phone up to his ear and waited

"Hi this is Josh, I can’t get to the phone right now, but leave a message an I’ll g-“ Michael hung up and you let out a distressed cry in the background. Michael tries again and again, not stopping until Josh finally answers with a rushed ”'Hello? You alright babe? Sorry I didn’t answer, we were practicing—”

“Josh! Listen we’re on our way to the venue… I need you t-“

"Michael? What are you doing on Y/N’s phone, everything okay?”

"Yes, well no bu-” you let out another desperate cry.

“What was that? Was that Y/N?! Michael what’s happening?” Josh nervously raised his voice.

"We got mobbed, I’m sorry we should’ve waited until the crowds died out but they were only getting bigger, she said she was fine with it. It was fine. I don’t know what happened, she freaked out. Started shaking like crazy, crying, and then this girl scratched her cheek and now she’s in the car and she won’t calm down, Josh, she won’t let me touch her I don- I can’t stop her she won’t let me!” Michael’s frantic voice stirred, as he tried to get his distress across to Josh.

“What the hell do they think they’re doing!” Josh was angry,  in fact, he was furious. “How far are you?”

“Couple of minutes—“ Michael says quickly, checking the roads.

“Just try… try to comfort her- tell her I’ll see her soon okay? I’ll be waiting outside for you guys.”

Michael agrees before shutting your phone off and gently slipping it back to you.  

You flinched as his hand moves towards you, burying your face further into your legs, just trying to breathe.  

“Josh is gonna be there, he’s gonna see you soon,” He says softly.  

You start pulled your hair angrily, scratching your scalp because it’s all too much to handle.  You couldn’t get a grip on yourself, you couldn’t calm down.  

When the car finally slows to a stop, you barely notice.  Your face is buried so deep into your lap that only complete darkness surrounds.  

”Y/N?” You hear a strained voice, croaky and sad.

“Y/N, hey, hey, it’s me! Are you okay?”  you can’t look up, you can’t show your face to him.  It was all your fault.  “Listen to me love, listen to my voice and try to calm down a bit. Everything’s okay, everything’s going to be alright,” You sobbed even at the sound of his voice, breaking down entirely.

You feel the car wobble a bit before feeling something brush lightly against your knee, at first you flinch a bit, until then an arm is wrapping around your frame and forcing you to lean to the side.  You protest at first— struggling with the grip, but Josh’s soothing voice makes you eventually give in to his strength.

“Shh—“ he pleads desperately, seeing you in so much pain makes his insides ache.  

“Make it stop, I don’t want to be here anymore, I want to go away, I don’t like it. I’m so sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I- I don’t know what’s going on. They were everywhere Josh, they all tried to hurt me.. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Josh felt his heart shatter, and his throat caught as he tried to hold back his own tears because he didn’t know what to say— He places his hand on your back, rubbing softly.

“No, no, it’s okay, you’re perfect okay? Listen to me, you’re perfect, you’re okay. It’s going to be okay, and I love you. I love you so much.” Josh whispered into your hair as he wound his arms tightly around you.

"Take a few deep breaths and just listen to my voice, okay?” he says softly.

Your quick panting had dissolved into large shaky breaths, and you closed your eyes tightly, trying not to focus on anything but Josh, his smell, his voice, his touch.    

"Remember that one time when we went to that aquarium in Chicago, and a group spotted us so we decided to hide in the closed off inclosure, the one with all the jellyfish? And it was pitch black apart from those blue lights, remember that? And the jellyfish were just like floating around. And we lied down on the floor next to it, and just stared because it was so peaceful. Remember all you could hear was our breathing and the water. Can you think about that now? How peaceful and quiet and safe that was.” Josh’s voice was smooth and as he replayed the memory to you, desperately trying to put a nice image into your mind.

“Yeah, I remember.“ you hiccuped, your breathing becoming more and more steady.

“Remember that time we went to see a movie, but it was all sold out?  So instead we went for a long drive to the lake and just laid a blanket out in the flatbed and looked at the stars?  Remember how visible they were that night?  They sparkled and shone so brightly.  Remember listening to nothing but the sound of the wind in the woods?  You fell asleep in my arms and we stayed there until the sun rose.”

“It was a thousand shades of pinks and purples and yellows,” you recall, your breathing was almost back to normal.  

"You feeling better?”

“Much better, thank you so much Josh. I love you.”


Author: @dylan-trash-tbh

Pairing: Dylan O'brien x Reader

Words: 2871 

A/N: this is a promt request I’ve got from @nic–nack ❤️ I hope you like it!

It’s not edited and English isn’t my first language.

Thanks for proofreading Piggie 🐷💖💕 @golddaggers

Originally posted by stilinskisvoid

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Auston Matthews #2.2

Requested by Anon: can you write a part 2 to the last auston imagine? the one where they hate each other?

Word count: 1909

warnings: angsty, lost love

Authors note: this really ran away from me. I don’t think it’s necessary to read part one to be able to read part two but it’s def would be in your interest. Also the end product is 4905 words. so yes there will be a few parts.

Auston Matthews #2 | #2.2 | #2.3 | #2.4 

Originally posted by wonthetrade

You sat on Auston’s couch mindlessly watching a show you didn’t care about. You were sitting next to Auston but you felt miles apart from him. The two of you had been dating for almost a year now after confessing your love to each other at your party. You were felt alone in this relationship. The spark you once felt with Auston was dwindling and you knew it wasn’t coming from your end. It was coming from Auston. You reached for the tv remote turning the television off. The room was darker now than when you two first began watching tv but Auston didn’t seem to notice. He was highly invested into his phone with a small grin on his face. The type of grin he used to have when he was talking to another woman before you two were dating. You stood up, not really sure what you were going to do. You grabbed your phone and keys that you placed onto the side table. The jingle of the keys made Auston look up at you. He gave you a bit of a confused look, one that made him look like a puppy. Your inside’s turned to mud when you looked at him but your head was telling you to stop. “Um, I think I’m going to head home. I have a long day tomorrow and I just think sleeping in my own bed would be better,” you justified. There was a moment of a confused anger on Auston’s face. The most emotion you had seen in a while. You were curious to see what his reaction was to you going home. Your schedule to sleep at home was probably 3 nights out of the week and each of those nights were never alone unless Auston was playing. This was the first time you planned on not staying with Auston willingly. His face smoothed over into calmness. “Okay, be safe,” he said as he returned to his phone. Your heart pounded in misery. You left without another word.

You arrived to your apartment to see all your roommates sitting and playing drunk scramble. Your heart dropped again for the second time tonight. They were yelling at each other at the moment, not even noticing you coming through the door. Jeff was the first one to notice you. He yelled your name excitingly, “You’re just in time! Come play drunk scrabble with us!” he slurred out, while spilling some of his drink. You gave them a smile trying to mask your sadness. Sam, the one seemingly the least drunk noticed first. “Are you okay?” he asked. You nodded your head yes not wanting to be ‘that girl” but you couldn’t help the tears fall down from your eyes. You quickly ran to your room. You curled up on your bed. On Auston’s side of your bed was an old sweatshirt of his. You grabbed it angrily and threw it on the ground. How could this be happening to you. You grabbed the closest pillow and screamed into letting all your frustration and sadness out. The door opened and in walked Liz and Sam. One look at you and they knew you were hurting, “Oh baby girl,” Liz said to you sympathetically. She walked over to you to cradle you in her arms. Sam looked angry, “What happened, did the break up with you?” he asked seriously. “I will fight him. I don’t care if he probably could kill me with one hit. I will fight him for hurting you,” he said angrily. You let a small laugh out of the idea of Sam trying to fight Auston. “No, I just can tell we are close to the end of our relationship,” you broke at your own words and crumbled into Liz. It was your first time admitting it out loud but it was something that has been on your mind for a while. Sam’s anger quickly disappeared and was replaced with sympathy making it even harder for you. “Also I think he is talking to another woman,” you commented. “Have you talked to him about this yet?” Liz asked in a soothing tone. She ran her hands through your hair trying to calm you down. You felt Sam sit down on the floor in front of you both and he placed a comforting hand on your leg. “I haven’t. I know if I do then he’ll break up with me, but I still love him,” you spoke truthfully. It felt good to let it all out. The three of you talked for hours about what you should do. They also comforted you with all of them. It was calming to you because these were your best friends and they were there for you no matter what.

For the rest of the week you didn’t feel like doing much. You avoided Auston’s phone calls and text messages. You wanted him to suffer a little before you tried talking to him. You knew it was wrong to leave him hanging without telling him what was going on but you weren’t ready to have the talk yet. You also were seeing how it would feel for you to be apart from him. Your heart was aching and all you wanted to do was sleep through the pain. Liz wasn’t going to let you though. “wake up,” she said as she opened the blinds letting the daylight brighten the room. You covered your eyes instantly wishing she’d just let you be. “you’ve got class in an hour, and yes you’ve got to go to class. I know you’re heart broken, but we can get through this,” she stated positively. You playfully glared at her. You finally agreed and got out of bed to get ready.

Sam drove you to class because your roommates couldn’t trust you to stay at class, but your day was actually pretty nice. Your classes kept you busy and it was able to remind you that heartbreak was just a minor bump in your life and it would be something that didn’t define you. You were walking towards Sam’s car to go back home when you saw Auston trying leaning against his nice black Audi. People where gawking at him, not believing their own eyes. You felt your heart race. You had forgotten the affect he had on you in person but you also didn’t forget the heart break he was causing you. You looked at him wishing he wasn’t here. You didn’t want to restrain your emotions because of the public but more importantly you didn’t want to do anything that would cause Auston to be looked at in a bad light. You sighed trying to avoid eye contact. Maybe if you didn’t say anything and walked straight to Sam’s car nothing would happen. That off course didn’t happen. the closer you got the more you couldn’t help but peak at the tan American. He wore his jeans rolled up at the cuff and had a white tee shirt on. He caught your eye. He called out your name. You ignored him and tried to keep walking. “Wait,” he called out you. He took a few long stride and blocked your path. “Auston,” you warned. You took a second to analyze him. He looked normal but more stressed. He seemed annoyed with your response which just made you angrier. “Can we talk. I think I have the right to know what is going on,” he commented. You rolled your eyes at him wishing he wasn’t right. You looked around to find that more and more people were gathering around to see if the real Auston Matthews was on campus. You knew you were trapped. “Fine,” you grumbled. He walked you to the passenger door to his car and opened it for you. You got in trying to calm your emotions. As some courageous fans stopped Auston to take pictures, you quickly sent a text to Liz, Sam, and Jeff about what was going on. Auston eventually got into the car without another word. You anxiously bounced your leg up and down. “why are you nervous?” Auston judgmentally asked. You glared at him because his tone of voice was rude. It reminded you of when the two of you hated each other. You didn’t respond until you were safely in the gated parking lot of his apartment complex. “I have a lot to explain,” you said simply. Auston looked at you with an anger flashing in his eyes. At least he was showing some emotion. “The hell you do. You haven’t responded to any of my messages in a whole week. I don’t even know what the hell I did wrong?” he raged. The vein in his head bulging put a little. You let out a sarcastic laugh, “Finally some emotion. This whole past month has been terrible for me,” you said angrily, “Do you know what it’s like to be so madly in love with someone and see their love fading for you. It makes you question everything. It makes you question yourself worth. Your judgement,” you breathed out. You didn’t even notice the tears falling down your face until you had a second to breath. Auston opened his mouth to respond then closed it. The opened it again. He avoided your eyes the entire time causing your heart to break even more. “Auston, I know your feelings for me have faded. I don’t want you to find an excuse for it I want you to be honest,” you said deeply and truthfully. He finally looked at you with a plead full stare, “it doesn’t matter. This happens in relationships all the time. The fire will rekindle,” he said to you. You knew he was doing this because he felt bad for you. Your heart raced quickly in sadness. “Auston, I know you’re talking to other girls. I’m not going to force this relationship. I respect both of us too much,” you told him. He looked stunned at you calling him out, “How? what?” he stumbles over his word. You gave a weak smile thinking it was funny how you knew, “I know because you have this look on your face when you’re flirting.” He looked upset that you knew that, “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he admitted. The tears came out harder and more. He reached up to brush the tears away but you quickly moved your head in the opposite direction. You saw the hurt in his eyes. and as much as you cared you didn’t. You got out of the car and walked to the front gate not even sure how you were going to get home. You texted your roommates to pick you up, when none of them could come you called Mitch.

Mitch came in minutes. He didn’t ask for details but he knew from the sound of your voice. You didn’t feel like going back to your apartment but you went to Mitch’s. You laid there on top of the kitchen counter with pint of your favorite ice cream. “I’m so fucking stupid,” you said sadly, “I should have known, this was going to happen.” Mitch looked at you shaking his head, “You aren’t stupid. You can’t get angry about your feelings. You can’t be angry about that. You will have more heart breaks. You will fall in love again,” he said to you. It was something that stuck with you.

anonymous asked:

Um... Can I please get a sappy fic about reaper showing his female s/o his face for the first time. He thinks she will leave him but instead she says he is beautiful. Thank you!

He looked in the mirror with a frown looking at his face, all the marks and scars that he hated so much, how ruined he was. He picked up the mask and placed it on his face before pulling the large hood of his robe up becoming the visage of the reaper once more. There was a knock at his door, he knew who it was, his partner. You had been dating for almost a year but had never seen his face.

You would have sex, sure but he would always make sure it was dark, every time your hands tried to reach his face he owuld gently pin your arms down,distracting you with fixing his pace a little faster, or kissing along your neck, a pleasing distraction but you longed to be able to touch his face, see the man you loved instead of the gruesome mask he wore.

He opened the door and you gently pushed past him carrying a tray, a happy smile on your face as he just stared at you. You set it down on his desk making sure none of his work was on there. He closed the door and folded his arms waiting for a response.

“I thought we were going out for a walk tonight” he said simply.

“Well I decided I’d cook for us.. and I got some wine.. that nice stuff you like.. I had to trade a lot with Sombra to get it but I think your more then worth it” you winked at hims and he chuckled, deep and imposing but you loved it, you felt the true mirth there.

“I guess I can’t say no then can I?”

As always he dimmed the lights down low as you lit a few candles setting them up so you could see your meal.. You wished you could just look at him.. see his face his real face. Both settled down and chatted, talking about this and that, a few jokes, he had a great sense of humor which a lot of people never got to see and never knew he had.

You put some more food in your mouth and tried not to laugh at something he said, the way he said it. Your heart sank a little as you pictured this gorgeous smirk under the mask at his own joke. The night went on, both finished your meal and the wine. Led down on his bed, he had removed the robes, in his far more comfortable gear just with the mask.

“Well, that was an amazing meal” he sighed rubbing his stomach, his arm around you.

“I’m glad, before I turned to crime I could have been a cook” you chuckled and nuzzled against him more.

“You know what today is right?” you asked suddenly and he made a hmm as he tried to think what was going on.

“Our one year anniversary.. and I know I know you forgot but I’m not angry, you’ve been so busy with things, I know these sort of things never register..” you kissed his hand, each finger before he sighed.


“What did I just say?”

A small mumble was his reply as he pulled you against him once more. Running hands along your sides. You sighed and moved closer… “I wish I could see your face” you said softly..

“You’d leave me”

It was a tiny whisper.. not something you thought such a bold and powerful man like Gabe was capable of, it was sad, your heart ached. He flinched when you tried to move closer to comfort him. You sat up, he joined you..

“I just ate my dinner in the dark, every time we fuck, eat dinner, shower together.. it’s either with that mask or in the dark… if I didn’t love you.. think I’d put up with all that? have you any idea how many dresses I’ve ruined because I have missed my mouth?” you said with a deep sigh…

He looked at you, but you had a feeling his eyes were looking anywhere but at you as they hid behind the mask. You took his hand and squeezed. “I have killed for you, literally, do you think I’d leave after this?” you asked.


He nodded and turned the lights up, you were right, the things you have done and seen because of him and you were still here by his side, he was childish to think you were going to turn tail and run, it was his own feelings to himself that was getting in the way.

“Consider it my anniversary gift”

You watched with baited breath as he he fully sat, his hands going to the mask, fiddling with some things and soon it came off.. He set it on the bed and looked at you, you could tell he was scared, the way his brows furrowed and how tense his perfect jaw was.


He braced himself… but what happened next was something he wasn’t prepared for, you shot forward, arms around his neck and your lips on his… He flinched but the feel of those lips on his.. His arms wrapped around your waist as he deepened the kiss.. You pulled away softly and looked at him.

“You are beautiful Gabe…” genuine awe was in your tone as your hands reached out and traced a scar.

“Never hide your face from me again.. I love it.. I love you” you said, feeling your voice shake like it was close to tears.

He moved forward and kissed your forehead, his heart had been thumping in his chest, worried he was going to loose the only good thing to happen to him in along time.. and here you were, praising him and he could tell there was such meaning in what you said. Another kiss.

“I love you too”

The Night We Met - Harry Styles


Could you do “The Night We Met”, by Lord Huron, with Harry? Thanks love ❤️

A/N: Yasssss!! A music request!!! Thank you!! Also, how is this my first Harry Styles one shot?! Anyway, the point is thank you! Because I love Harry and I love this music, so I hope I did it justice! I really listened to the lyrics and tried to even incorporate parts of it in here.


You really didn’t know how you had ended up seating at the edge of a pool, dipping in your legs, with Harry seating by your side and a wedding party going on behind you.

“I really fucked up you know?” He asked and you assumed that he had had too much to drink. “All those months ago when I broke up with you, I fucked up.” He continued and you resisted the urge to say ‘Yes, you did.’ because you figured that if you weren’t at a wedding and if the groom had known that you dated and broke up and hadn’t put you on the same fucking table and if he hadn’t drunk anything he wouldn’t be saying all those things, so… you decided to be gentle.

“I think you should not have drank so much…” You said as a joke trying to stir the conversation away. It was a wedding, you were supposed to be having fun not to be moping around with your ex-boyfriend about your break-up. That had hurt enough as it is and there was no need to re-open that wound and rub some salt in it. But Harry would not be swayed.

“You know, I thought I was young and I was supposed to experiment and be free and all that jazz, and I looked at you and I knew that you…” He chuckled to himself. “you were endgame. And I wasn’t ready for that. For that commitment. Or maybe I was just scared that I liked you so much, that I knew you were it for me.”

“Great way of showing that you like me so much, breaking up that is.” You answer, there goes being gentle.

“Yup, stupid. I thought that if I ran away from it, from you I would have it, freedom.”

“Christ, you talk as if I was keeping you in a cell…”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just… I looked at you and I knew that you were how my life was supposed to go, I could picture you and me moving in, and marrying and having kids and growing old together and all that shit and I just… I got scared, I thought I was too young for that, that I was supposed to live more.”

“Yeah, well, your wish was granted.” You answered him.

“Not really. It’s shit. Whatever happens, it’s you I want to talk about it with. You know, at the beginning, even after the break-up I had it all,” Was he trying to just rub salt in the wound? “and whenever something funny happened you were the first person I looked at to see if you found it funny, but you were not there. And whenever something good happened I wanted to share it with you. I pretended that it was just a habit though.
"And then the band broke up and I wanted to call you for consolation, but I figured I didn’t have the right. I think that was kind of when I knew that it wasn’t just a habit, I loved you. And things got confusing and I wished you were there beside me. And I just… I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life, I was so lost. I still am. I’m still trying to figure out who I am, where I want to go. And I know that it was the same with you, I didn’t know who I was, but I just never felt so lost. And I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here, not really. I’ve been howling for the ghost of you. I can’t tell myself what the hell I’m supposed to do, so lately I just think about what you would say when making decisions, on everything from what movie to watch to whether to start acting or not.
"I still have to thank you for that, by the way. I was considering and I thought about what you would say and I thought you would say that I’d be a wuss if I didn’t try. That I had to go with my gut. That I could do it if I really wanted." 

"Well, I can hardly take credit for that. But you’re right I would tell you to do it, to test yourself, to get out of your comfort zone, because you can do more.” You agreed and he smiled looking at you from the corner of your eye.

“I wish I could go back to the night we met,” Harry said. “I wouldn’t want to do much, I just… I’d tell myself not to fuck it up because really you’re too important.” He sighed and looked you in the eye. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too.” You confessed. “But you really hurt me. I think maybe we should talk about this when you’ve sobered up.”

“I hadn’t had a drop of alcohol.” He asserted. “I didn’t know if I should fess up but you’ve always said honesty is the best policy so I figured I should tell you.”

“Harry… I don’t know…”

“I know I hurt you. I was an idiot and I can’t deny it, but I can promise it won’t happen again because I realised that… well, that it was the dumbest thing that I’ve done. Because, without you, it’s like it all fades away, everything is just less bright, less happy, just less.” He sighed. “I don’t deserve it, but if you could just give me a second chance…”

You were silent for a moment, this was all too much. You knew what Harry meant when he said it was kind of scary that at this young age, look to the person next to you and think that they were your life. But you didn’t break up with him over that, you didn’t let fear blind you.

You closed your eyes for a second and thought about it, you heard the ballad playing behind you and the people talking and you stood up. You reached out to him.

“Come on, I missed dancing with you.” You said with a small smile and he smiled so brightly, he was so moved. You figured that you wouldn’t be blinded by fear of this going wrong, even though you had reasons to and it wasn’t completely unfounded. Even though you deserved to be scared because it had hurt you before, you wouldn’t, you would learn to trust Harry.

“I love you.” He said as you two danced close to each other on the lawn next to that pool, the music almost faint behind you. He kissed you softly and pulled apart letting you foreheads touch as you danced with your eyes closed.

“We’ll have a lot to work through.” You warned him.

“As long as I have you beside me.”

‘  all around the world girls will be girls  ’
‘  all i need is someone to love  &  tonight it’s you  ’
‘  all i wanna do is make love to you  ’
‘  and baby, talk dirty to me  ’
‘  can you, my darling, can you picture this?  ’
‘  dig if you will a picture of you  &  me engaged in a kiss  ’
‘  don’t come around here no more  ’
‘  don’t dream it’s over  ’
‘  don’t forget it’s me who put you where you are now  &  i could put you back there too  ’
‘  don’t give me no lines  &  keep your hands to yourself  ’
‘  don’t go away mad, just go away  ’
‘  don’t wish it away, don’t look at it like it’s forever  ’
‘  don’t you forget about me  ’
‘  don’t you want me, baby?  ’
‘  even then i knew i’d find a much better place, either with or without you  ’
‘  every now  &  then i fall apart  ’
‘  every now  &  then i get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears  ’
‘  everybody dreams of angels  ’
‘  girls just wanna have fun  ’
‘  heaven isn’t too far away, closer to it every day  ’
‘  hey, little sister, what have you done?  ’
‘  he’s been knocking, he won’t leave me alone ’
‘  hold me now ’
‘  how am i supposed to live without you?  ’
‘  how could our love be so blind?  ’
‘  how do i get you alone?  ’
‘  how i love the way you move  &  the sparkle in your eyes ’
‘  i can’t believe you’re gone  ’
‘  i could never steal you from another  ’
‘  i didn’t want to see you go  ’
‘  i don’t belong to you  &  you don’t belong to me  ’
‘  i don’t know why i did the things i did  ’
‘  i don’t know why i said the things i said  ’
‘  i don’t wanna lose your love tonight  ’
‘  i don’t worry about nothing, no, cause worry’s a waste of my time  ’
‘  i guess it would be nice if i could touch your body  ’
‘  i guess that’s why they call it the blues ’
‘  i haven’t been there for the longest time  ’
‘  i just wanna use your love tonight  ’
‘  i know this much is true  ’
‘  i met her in a hotel lobby masturbating with a magazine  ’
‘  i need you more than ever  ’
‘  i never really cared until i met you  ’
‘  i never wanted to be your weekend lover  ’
‘  i only want to be some kind of friend  ’
‘  i pretend you still hold me  ’
‘  i really didn’t mean to hurt you  ’
‘  i remember you  ’
‘  i see your true colors shining through, i see your true colors  &  that’s why i love you  ’
‘  i still love you  ’
‘  i think we’re alone now  ’
‘  i wanna new drug  ’
‘  i want your sex  ’
‘  i won’t forget you, baby  ’
‘  if i could turn back time, if i could find a way, i’d take back those words that hurt you  &  you’d stay  ’
‘  if this ain’t love, you better let me know  ’
‘  if this is it, please let me know  ’
‘  if we blame it on anything, let’s blame it on the rain  ’
‘  if you fall i will catch you, i’ll be waiting time after time  ’
‘  if you want my love, you’ve got it  ’
‘  if you’re lost you can look  &  you will find me time after time  ’
‘  it’s a nice day to start again  ’
‘  it’s such a shame our friendship had to end  ’
‘  it’s the same ol’ ball  &  chain  ’
‘  it’s the same ol’ situation  ’
‘  i’ll be gone in a day or two  ’
‘  i’ll take my chances, i forgot how nice romance is  ’
‘  i’m going crazy, i’m losing sleep  ’
‘  i’m gonna keep on loving you  ’
‘  just one more night  &  i’m coming off this long  &  winding road  ’
‘  maybe i’ll be sorry when you’re gone  ’
‘  maybe i’m just like my father, too bold  ’
‘  maybe i’m just too demanding  ’
‘  maybe i’ve been hoping too hard  ’
‘  maybe you’re just like my mother, she’s never satisfied  ’
‘  my future’s so bright i gotta wear shades  ’
‘  no one will ever know how much i loved you so  ’
‘  once i ran to you, now i run from you  ’
‘  perhaps i should leave her, go far away ’
‘  she will play around  &  leave you  ’
‘  she’s got the looks that kill ’
‘  she’s the kind of girl you dream of  ’
‘  sometimes i want to give up,  want to give in,  i want to quit the fight  ’
‘  stay with me  ’
‘  tell her about it, tell her everything you feel  ’
‘  tell me how it is that you can sleep in the night without thinking you lost everything that was good in your life to the toss of the dice  ’
‘  tell me what it takes to let you go  ’
‘  tell me why can’t this be love?  ’
‘  tell me your troubles  &  doubts  ’
‘  the power of love is a curious thing  ’
‘  then i see you  &  everything’s alright  ’
‘  they could never tear us apart  ’
‘  things ain’t always what they seem  ’
‘  think of good tender things that we were working on  ’
‘  till now, i always got by on my own  ’
‘  too young to fall in love, guess we knew it all along  ’
‘  we are the youth gone wild  ’
‘  whatever you want, i’ll give it to you  ’
‘  what’s love got to do with it?  ’
‘  when i said that i love you i meant that i’ll love you forever  ’
‘  when i see you smile, i can face the world  ’
‘  where do we go now?  ’
‘  wherever you go, i’ll be with you  ’
‘  who knows how much further we’ll go on  ’
‘  why do we scream at each other?  ’
‘  words are like weapons, they wound sometimes  ’
‘  you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone  ’
‘  you feel so right  &  i could be wrong  ’
‘  you know i like my girls a little bit older  ’
‘  you know i’m a dreamer  ’
‘  you know there’s nowhere that i’d rather be than with you here today  ’
‘  you say i’m a dreamer, we’re two of a kind  ’
‘  you were the first to be the last  ’
‘  your love made me a prisoner, my heart’s been doing time  ’
‘  you’re all i need  ’

anonymous asked:

i have a question and i was wondering if you knew anything about it. ive played all of azran legacy and been very thorough about unlocking everything, yet sometimes i see gifs or pictures of animated scenes that i dont recognize. are there hidden cutscenes, or is there an azran legacy plus like there was with miracle mask?

You’re probably referring to a number of cutscenes that only appeared in an early Japanese trailer for Azran Legacy. The majority of these clips take place when Layton and co. are in the Nest, so I assume that this portion of the game underwent a major rewrite, resulting in these cutscenes being scrapped or tweaked. 

I am very intrigued by these “lost” cutscenes and I wish we knew more about why they were discarded in favor for the ones actually seen in the game. Interestingly enough, early trailers for Miracle Mask and Professor Laytons vs. Phoenix Wright also contained a number of cutscenes that were changed or dropped. Perhaps I’ll make a post some other time, comparing all these cutscenes with the final ones.

You Are Watching: GHOST KING (part 23)

School was hell.

Okay, more so than usual, but still.

People were still talking about Ghost King but not as much as they were talking about the party. It had been a week since then and still, all people seemed capable of doing was talking about the stupid party.

It was a constant buzz in Nico’s head.

The kid who got possessed was in the hospital still recovering both mentally and physically, yet a lot of people kept trying to interview him. Didn’t they have anything better to do? Didn’t they know he was still freaking out? That he was still trying to come to terms with what happened to him? The sad thing is that, maybe not all of them, but a good chunk of those people wanting an interview, did know all that. And yet they are still trying. Still pushing.

It made Nico feel sick.

So, all in all, Nico was having a bad day.


Reyna knew Nico wasn’t having the best of days, hell, even she wasn’t.

After the party had ended and after talking to the police, a neighbor had called because of the commotion, it was up to her and her brothers to pick up everything and clean as best as they could before they called their parents. Of course their parents weren’t happy, but they were glad not too many people got hurt. All three of them were grounded, which was understandable, and if that wasn’t enough, Connor somehow caught a nasty cold. So he was somewhat off the hook with their parents, still grounded, but their mom was kinda babying him.

So yeah, Reyna wasn’t in the best of moods either, but she was worried about the Italian. She knew he was angry and frustrated, but he looked more…empty than anything. Will tried his best to pull his somewhat-boyfriend out of his own mind but to no avail. But he seemed to understand how Nico worked and was content to just stay by his side in case he needed anything.

And Reyna appreciated that, she really, really did. Right now, Nico needed his space but he also needed someone to be around just in case. I suppose the best way to explain it would be that Nico needed space emotionally, he needed time to think, but he needed the physical comfort of someone being beside him.

Reyna has seen him like this before, when she found him at an old psychiatric hospital, the one where he got attacked pretty bad. He usually got over it quickly, but the other times he was like this, is because he got hurt, not anyone else.

But besides the whole incident, the school was also talking about a lacrosse player, specifically Mitchell. It would seem as though he had been wearing Connor’s Letterman jacket around today. So people were assuming they got together.

Reyna wished they were, but alas that hasn’t happened yet.

She shrugged to herself before gently leading Nico out of their class and to Demeter’s Garden where Will was waiting for them.


Mitchell was kind of having a crisis. He had accidentally worn Connor’s Letterman jacket to school. Yes, it was an accident! He had forgotten that Connor had given him his to wear at the party, so when he woke up that morning, he had woken up late and rushed to get ready. In the process of getting ready he grabbed the first jacket he could before rushing to school.

And now he was paying for it. Everyone kept asking him if Connor and him were dating. It didn’t matter how many people asked him, he still blushed and denied it, yet people still kept asking and asking and asking!

It wasn’t his fault he was in a rush this morning, okay….in a way it was, but It was also Connor’s fault. Mitchell had been worried about him and found out he had gotten a cold, so he called him last night to see how he was feeling, he sounded bad but Connor assured him that he was doing a lot better than a few days ago. And then they somehow got sidetracked and ended up talking until one in the morning.

So it was a group effort.

Mitchell was glad that Connor was doing well, his cough even went away so it was just a stuffy/runny nose and a slight fever he was suffering from. And since he was feeling better they decided it would be okay for Mitchell to go visit, which he was looking forward to.

He just had to get through the school day and then he would get to see Connor, and that was actually great motivation for when he had to deal with all the people asking him what wearing Connor’s jacket “means” and stuff.


Finally! It was the end of the day and Nico could not wait anymore. Once the bell rang Nico ran to Reyna and begged her to take him to her house to do a shprt investigation. Before this whole thing went down he knew that Reyna’s house was spirit free, with the exception of their deceased dog. So it didn’t make sense that a poltergeist was at the party, it didn’t make sense at all.

When they arrived at the house, they both realised that Reyna’s parents weren’t home.

“They’re working late tonight I guess.” Reyna mumbled.

Nico absentmindedly nodded before walking around the house and stepping inside the rooms. So far he hadn’t felt anything but he wanted to be thorough so he made his way upstairs. He could hear someone down in the kitchen and since he had just walked into Connor’s room he guessed that it was him probably making himself soup. Actually he was probably heating up soup that his mom had made him.

He gently closed the door behind him as Reyna passed by and said she’d be in her room if he needed anything.

Nico just stood there and closed his eyes, trying to sense something, anything. As he was doing so he heard someone coming up the stairs, actually two people. One was definitely Connor, and the other was….was that Mitchell?

They were getting closer, and now they were in front of the door.

What was Nico supposed to do? He didn’t exactly have an excuse as to why he was in Connor’s room, nor could he come up with one right now! So he did what he thought best to do.

He hid under the bed. And boy did he wish he picked the closet, he bet it would be cleaner than under the bed where he was joined by dirty clothes, empty and half empty water bottles, and various food wrappers, also some papers and textbooks.

But before he could move, the door opened and in walked Connor and Mitchell.

“Thanks for coming by.” Connor mumbled as he sat on his bed with a thud, thus effectively squishing Nico, who was trying not to make a noise.

“No problem, I figured you were lonely, and plus I brought back your jacket.”

“Ah, sweet! I was wondering where that was. I kinda forgot that I lent It to you.”

Nico wanted to laugh at that because Connor did not forget. He had been texting and talking to him and Reyna about it ever since the party. More so when Reyna sent a picture of Mitchell wearing it during school.

“Well then it’s a good thing I brought it. So you’re really feeling better?”

“Yup. But I wish I wasn’t practically drowning in used tissues. Besides that though I feel great. I’ll probably be at school tomorrow.”

“I knew you couldn’t stay away from me.” Mitchell joked.

Nico barely refrained himself from headbutting the floor.

“Of course I couldn’t,” Connor exclaimed. Nico could tell by his tone that he wasn’t joking. Was he going to confess? Right now? Nico was hoping not, he didn’t want to intrude on the moment. “ I like being with you.I like you.”

And there was the confession.

“I like you too, dork.” Mitchell chuckled and Nico could feel him sit in the bed as well. Obviously he didn’t get what Connor said.

“No. Mitchell…I mean….I like-like….you…..”

Oh god, Nico needed to get out of here! Now!


“I’m sorry, but I’ve been wanting to tell you, but I was scared of what you’d say and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. And I think I just did. And I’m sorry. Please ignore what I said-”

“No! I mean not no, I mean me too. I like-like you too…”

And there was the other confession. Nico didn’t refrain himself from hitting his head on the floor, but he did do it softly.


It got quiet ….

And the weight of both of them was shifting…..

Oh…oh no….were they kissing?

“I’m sorry! I know I’m sick but I just really wanted to kiss you and-”

“Do it again.” Mitchell whispered.


Well this was certainly not how he planned his visit to be, but Mitchell couldn’t be happier.

Especially when a red faced Connor smiled at him so fondly and was leaning in for another kiss. Mitchell leaned in as well and then they were kissing again. Just as soft as the the first had been. Connor’s lips were warm and a but chapped but they were perfect.

They ended up breaking the kiss when they thought they heard the door close.

“What was that?”

“Reyna probably went downstairs or something.”

Mitchell nodded before hugging Connor and burying his face in his chest. He couldn’t help but smile as Connor rubbed circles into his back.

“I’m really happy that you told me. I…I was scared too.”

“I’m happy I did too. So happy. You have no idea.” Connor murmured into Mitchell’s hair before he planted a kiss on it.


Meanwhile Reyna was trying to comfort an embarrassed Nico who was sprawled out on her bed and hiding his red face in her pillows.

“I didn’t want to see that! I feel so bad!” Nico mumbled.

“Well, it’s not like they noticed you. I think it’s fine, Nico.”

As a reply Nico made a long strangled noise.

“So….find anything?”

That got Nico to stop and actually sit up. His blush was slowly dying down as he scowled.

“No. That’s the weird thing….if it didn’t come from the house then that means…”

“That means?”

“That means it followed someone here…. That means that someone has a poltergeist attatched to them and that is not a good thing.”

Not a good thing indeed.

( Beta tested, Beta approved ❤ @honestoafault )


two of my brindle-y coyotes. click the pictures to enlarge them for more detail! left one is a coydog (54″) and the right one is a coyote (62″). 

the coydog amazes with me with his unique d/oggy features- short muzzle, tiny ears, short tail, short/thick nails… and he is not much smaller than a typical coyote so all of those small and short features are quite interesting. i love him, he is very unique and i wish i knew more about him and his background! and i adore my large yote boy and his cute little white paws and brindle-y muzzle! ♡

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