wow i really really really hate you

hey again

If you aren’t ace, you dont have a say in what is and is not rude or mean towards ace people.
T hats like hitting someone with a bat and then saying it doesn’t hurt when they’re crying out in pain.

Alternate names for The Last Five Years songs

In Case You Thought This Was Going to End Well (Still Hurting)

The Art of Confusing Lust for Love: By Jamie (Shiksa Goddess)

Could You Maybe Put the Tinniest Bit of Effort into Salvaging This Relationship, Jamie? (See I’m Smiling)

Wow, Life is Awesome and I’m Awesome (Moving Too Fast)

I’m Not Resentful of Your Success (A Part of That)

A Very Odd and Somehow Uplifting Nonsense Story (The Schmuel Song)

I Really, Really Hate It Here (A Summer in Ohio)

It’s Sweet Until You Remember That They Break Up (The Next Ten Minutes)

I Wish Other Girls Weren’t So Hot, by Jamie/ Anxiety and Failure: Auditions, by Cathy (A Miracle Would Happen/When You Come Home to Me)

Okay, I’m A Little Resentful of Your Success (Climbing Uphill)

No, You’re Really Resentful of My Success (If I Didn’t Believe in You)

Back to the Honeymoon Phase (I Can Do Better Than That)

Angsty Cheating: You Brought This On Yourself (Nobody Needs to Know)

This Juxtaposition is Going to Kill Me, Holy Shit (Goodbye Until Tomorrow/ I Could Never Rescue You)

anonymous asked:

okay, so u've probably gotten asks like this before so sorry if i've missed it but!! what's problematic about a court of thorns and roses? i've only seen really vague stuff like "it's got abuse in it" and i've read like the first three pages lmao so i don't really Know about any of that (nor have i seen any like explanations or been able to find them so could u help me out??)

hoooooooooo boy. some spoilers for acotar and acomaf ahead.

  • let’s just go straight into the most controversial one
  • the portrayal of mental illness
  • uses mental illness and trauma as a plot device to change ships
  • every time feyre threw up and felt weak sjm used tamlin & rhys’s actions to justify the ship switch
  • literally made tamlin the piece of shit that he is in acomaf because she wanted feyre to end up with rhys
  • mental illness is sometimes romanticized in the books
  • okay NEXT UP we have rhys’s abuse of feyre under the mountain
  • he forces feyre to drink wine so she can forget what happened each night
  • doesn’t that sound kinda like date rape drugs?????? yeah tell that to stans
  • the fandom frequently brushes aside rhysand’s actions under the mountain & doesn’t acknowledge that he’s a morally gray character
  • problem #3: point out all the lgbtq+ characters in the acotar series. oh wait. you can’t. there aren’t any.
  • the fae society is an extremely heteronormative culture
  • every character has to be in a straight, white, het relationship
  • the last 50 pages of acomaf turning feyre’s sisters into fae so they could be paired up with more men 
  • does elucien make a single ounce of sense????????? 
  • no but who cares! they’re white! they’re straight! they’re mates!!!!! they were meant to be!!!!1!!!
  • as for “””diversity””” i’m pretty sure the only poc side character in acotar is tarquin who is portrayed as kind of an antagonist in acomaf (w the whole blood ruby thing)
  • i’m taking some of the sexism discourse from another post of mine, but here’s some acotar-specific explanations
  • the female fae has to cook for the male fae when they mate
  • after having sex, the male turns really possessive & territorial and can’t stand the idea of his lover around other men
  • “boys will be boys” kind of attitude
  • the male fae are toxic and abusive, but the narrative never punishes them. however, when the female villains are toxic and abusive, they’re the biggest bitches to ever exist.
  • the whole claiming thing.
  • their relationships are too focused on sex, on the physical aspect of relationships. there’s no emotion, only bad written sex with special effects. the romantic relationships are shallow, you can’t feel anything.
  • the narrative makes it look like “territorial fae bullshit” isn’t a bad thing… it’s toxic and awful. the excuse “they aren’t human” isn’t good enough for me. 
  • people call feysand goals…that’s not a good thing. 
  • sure their relationship isn’t abuse or anything by the end of acomaf but that doesn’t excuse all the shady abusive stuff rhys did to her in book one
  • all of the guy characters are a caricature of the hyper aggresive sexy “male” who simply cannot control himself since it’s in his “nature.”

anonymous asked:

not to offend you but do you only hate larries because you picture yourself with harry? and i scrolled through your page and it literally seems like you have this whole idea that you and harry are gonna end up together and i dont care about that but how come larries are delusional for thinking larry might be together but its totally normal for you to think that harry is gonna end up with you. sounds a bit homophobic if you ask me .

I really tried to ignore this, simply because I’m trying my absolute hardest not to give shits like you the attention you so desperately crave. But wow, I really, really could not ignore this one.

1. To insinuate that I only hate Larries because I picture myself is comical and completely delusional in the following ways:

  • I hate Larries because they stomp around with their big bad blogs and their screenshots from seven years ago, thinking that they can treat people like utter shit because they swear up and down Harry and Louis still wear certain colors because they’re closeted.
  • I hate Larries because they have accused a young mother of faking the pregnancy of her child, the birth of her child, and the existence of her child and have tortured her to no end about the subject. 
  • I hate Larries because they have invaded the privacy of the Tomlinson family (and any extensions thereof) and the Styles family (and any extensions thereof) innumerable times over the past seven years and have not felt one drop of remorse for it.
  • I hate Larries because they think they love Louis and Harry more than anyone in the fandom, when if they actually loved either one of them, they would leave them the fuck alone and not spread their malevolent propaganda whenever they saw fit. You have damn near ruined the lives of everyone associated to them. You have pushed people away from them. You have made them explain why their friend of a friend of a friend may be getting “LARRY IS REAL!” comments on their picture of a dinner they had in 2013. You have embarrassed them. You have made them apologize for something they want nothing to be apart of.
  • I hate Larries because well, fuck, how many times does Louis himself have to say that Larry isn’t real and it’s not okay for Larries to act the way they do. How. many. times? He’s not saying it because management told him to - he’s not saying it because he’s being forced into a contract he can’t get out of - he’s saying it because it’s not fucking real and it’s not fucking okay.
  • I hate Larries because of messages like this. Messages that insinuate that I’m homophobic for running a blog about Harry that has nothing to do with him ending up with Louis. You would love if I were homophobic, wouldn’t you? I have never, ever - not once - said anything remotely homophobic, and you can search my blog with a goddamn microscope. Which I’m sure you will, because you dedicate your life to blowing up the tiniest nuance and disgustingly spin it into your own alternative truth. I think you’re getting too big for your britches there, babe. And no, didn’t “ask you” - nobody did. Why would we?

2. When have I ever - and I truly mean ever - said with any seriousness that I will end up with Harry? Unlike you, I am under no illusion about who Harry will end up with. I know he will not end up with me, and I have never been shy about saying it. I will joke around, just like everyone else does on this site, about being with him. That’s the fun part of it all. Until, of course, trash bags like you come from whichever part of the internet you’ve crawled out from beneath to ruffle the feathers of the sane ones by insinuating we’re anything but.

3. And, not to offend you, but remove yourself from my blog. Immediately. You are a cretin and you need to fuck off.

ACOWAR discourse (no spoilers)

All I’m going to say is this: SJM tried/is trying, but that doesn’t mean it’s enough. Obviously she tried, but that doesn’t make it perfect. No one is expecting her to be perfect, but don’t act like people can’t recognize the problems. 

You can always ignore the anti-tags, you can always ignore the anti-blogs and vice versa. But don’t act like what anti-blogs saying is just mindless hate is what I’m trying to say, if that makes any sense. And I’m not calling anyone out. I’ve decided to stay pretty neutral about acowar, but all I’m saying is don’t call anyone out and try…not to engage in fights?

“I popped Captain America’s cherry !” - Steve Rogers x Reader (NSFW)

Steve Rogers is (was) a 90 years old virgin, someone had to “pop his cherry” one day you know. Just so happened it was you. Slightly NSFW. Well, actually, totally NSFW. Let’s just say it. First times and stuffs

(My master list, by the way : Right here )


Being Tony Stark’s little sister wasn’t always easy. You couldn’t count the number of times you had to go pick him up somewhere because he was too drunk to come home on his own. Or the times you were waking up to go to school only to be met with a naked woman walking casually around…and getting suddenly flustered when she realized that Tony’s little sister was living with him. Or the times he just embarrassed you in general. Or when paparazzis just chased you everywhere just because you were his sister. Or just all of the Iron Man thing. You were in danger all the time, just because you were his sister…

Tony was twenty when your parents died, you were just a four year old at the time, and didn’t understand what was happening…Most of your childhood had been a bit chaotic. But you ended up fine, with all of his flaws, your brother still took good care of you. The perks of being rich really, an army of nannies were there when he wasn’t. 

Yes, being Tony Stark’s sister wasn’t always easy. But it definitely had its good sides. Your life was NEVER boring, and you always met interesting people. 

Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, was one of those people. You guys “clicked” right away. You loved his gentlemanly way, and he loved the fact that you were always very careful not to make him uncomfortable by talking about something he didn’t know. You were very aware that he wasn’t from your era, and that sometimes, he struggled. You also were the only one to acknowledge the fact that he might have PTSD from WWII. And unlike most men, he really wasn’t interested in your money and fame that came with the package of being a Stark. He liked you just the way you were, and vice versa. Unlike your brother you never mocked him when he was confused about something from the modern world. You loved hearing about when he was in the forties, and you felt that talking about it made him feel better. After all, everything and everyone he knew was long gone, that had to take a toll on your mind…It became a habit for the two of you to meet every day for lunch and just talk about anything. 

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broadway lines out of context Tuck Everlasting

-wheres my riffle? winnie can shoot me!

-winnie, this is my father angus, he’s usually in clothes.

-seventeen?! wow, that is old.

-this is winnie, she followed me here. can we keep her?

-dad, i did something really stupid. jesse, give yourself some credit, you do something really stupid every day.

-no ones shooting anyone… i just cleaned.


-daMNIT! what? everyone curses when they get shot.

-there’s NO such THING as A nice YELLOW

-in six years. what’s the difference. TRUST ME there’s a difference.

-these flipping things are everywhere.

-there you go again, fabric hating. if he hated the fabric he woulda never bought the suit.

-how that woman likes to gAB.

-mom, i did something really stupid. well that’s a new record, i haven’t even had breakfast.


-sometimes i wish i would wake up with grey hair and a potbelly… speaking of your father.


-okay i’m thinking… i’m done.


-you’re not a dope hugo. that’s the nicest thing anyones ever said to me.

-don’t you need water to fish?



season3hiatus  asked:

S4 just can't be the end. Now, I am not saying Sherlock is a romance story (tho it is, it is!) but it's rather unusual,and in a way heartbreaking, to have all your characters emotionally unfulfilled at the end of your story: Sherlock - romantic entanglements would fulfill you (where they at at the end?); John - I wanted more, and still do (didn't get his more); Lestrade - she's not the one Sherlock said (clearly isn't going to last); Molly - let's not even go there; 1/2

2/2 and what ever happened with Mycroft and Lady Smallwood? All the characters are, in a way, alone in the end, and it’s just sad. As a writer, what do you think of ending a story like this?


I think it’s unfinished, radically so. 

Two options: they meant to leave it unfinished, or:

It is not, in fact, over. 

As a writer, as someone who has studied craft and struggled with endings (we all do, we all do), I can tell you this: how you finish a story determines what that story is really about. That is what defines the world you’ve created and, to a large extent, you. 

If this is the end, this unfinished, clumsy horror movie / Bond pastiche, it is gross, particularly in light of tld. I’m sure I wasn’t alone in thinking, with that embrace, oh wow! They’re setting it up. They’re finally bringing John and Sherlock back together in a way that really matters. They’ve almost said what they need to say. They’ve even neatly laid out the few things they really need to take off the table. Now John’s been shot! Well well well, garridebs, here we go!

I hated tfp on first viewing. Now, I think it’s a subtextual beauty (and garridebs from top to bottom), if confusing, like the rest of s4. Still: unfinished. They need to bring it all the way home. 

Surely the thing they meant to leave us with was not “you, hey you, you audience, you, you don’t deserve closure. You don’t deserve an actual episode of Sherlock as the last episode of Sherlock. Let’s raise more questions than we answer, when we already had a ton of questions that needed answering. Oh, and here, have a resolution to a plot point that literally nobody cares about and that we raised a few episodes ago. Not the one thing we’ve been pounding on since the beginning. p.s. fuck you for caring.” That’s what the ending says right now. 

I would not leave it like that. I don’t think anyone in their right mind would.

And that is precisely why I agree with you, 100%: this just can’t be the end. 

Tom Holland Imagine: Interview

Summary: You’re being interviewed and have mentioned in the past that you have a crush on Tom Holland. He surprises you in air and asks you out.

A/N: so this is based on something that actually happened to poor sweet little Bea Miller with Luke Hemmings where Luke surprised her on air when she had mentioned in the past that she had a crush on him😂😂 enjoy!

Warnings: None


“So, we’re on air with Y/N L/N and she just sang a cover of Sam Smith’s "Stay With Me”. So Y/N, what first inspired you to become a singer?“

"Well, I’ve always loved singing and one day there were some painters painting our bathroom and I was singing Cinderella by the Cheetah Girls and one of the painters thought that I was the radio and after that I just became very passionate about singing and wanted to peruse it. I was very lucky to be given such supporting parents that allowed me to follow my dreams.”

“Well, thank you Mrs. And Mr. L/N! I love your music. And I heard recently that you’re quite the marvel fan! Any crushes on the cast?”

“Yes! I love marvel. And I do have my eye on one marvel actor…”

“C'mon, spill, Y/N, who is it!?”

“I’ve already spilled it! I’ve been saying for the past couple months that I’ve had my eye on that new Spider-Man, Tom Holland. He’s VERY cute.”

“Tom Holland!?”

“Yes, he’s sooooo cute! I’ve never really cared for Spider-Man until him. He’s just amazing for the role.”

“He is amazing. What would you do if you ever met him?”

“Uhhh would it be weird if I asked him to marry me? Haha”

“Well let’s ask him. Tom, would you be weirded out if Y/N asked you to marry her?”

I paused before I heard a British accent speak through the phone.

“I would be honored if she asked me to marry her! I’m quite the fan of hers.”

“Well, Tom, I just have one request, wait till you’re older!”

“Haha, well of course!”

I sat there waiting for the interviewer to tell me this was fake.

“Well, Y/N, you have your answer!”

“…That’s a joke, right?”

“No, that’s really Tom Holland!”

“No, that’s a joke! That has to be a joke! Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed!”

“No, it’s really him! Go ahead and ask him any question!”

“No, because then I’m gonna look like an idiot because that’s not really him!”

“Not it’s really Tom! Tom, say something to prove that it’s you!”

I heard a laugh before “Tom” finally spoke again.

“I don’t know what to say, I’ve never really had to prove myself before.”

“Well, how about you just ask Y/N what you wanted to ask her.”

“Yes, of course! Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to be my date to the Spider-Man: Homecoming premiere in LA next week.”

“What!? This is a joke! This isn’t Tom! This isn’t happening!”

“Love, it’s really me! I would love for you to accompany me! I have to go now, but have Ryan give you my number before you leave and you can call me and we’ll set everything up! Goodbye, everyone! I can’t wait for you guys to see the film in theaters worldwide on July 7th!”

Then the line went dead.

“That was fake, right?”

“No that was really Tom Holland.”

“OH MY GOD! I hate you! That was so embarrassing!”

“Well, now you have a date with him!”

“I can’t believe that just happened! Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed! Wow, it’s really a good thing that I said he was hot cause like it would’ve been really awkward if I was just like ‘God I hate Tom Holland he’s the worst spider-man ever’ and then he was just like 'uhh… hey…’”

“Hahaha! That would’ve been so funny! Well, for all you people just now tuning in, we’ve just set Tom Holland and Y/N L/N up on a date for next week. Well, Y/N, it’s been a real pleasure to have you with us today! We’ll have to get you back soon so you can tell us all about your date!”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to spill the details to anyone else!”

And with that the interview ended. Before I left, Ryan made sure to give me a piece of paper with Tom’s number written on it.

—Time Skip—

“Alright, Y/N, Tom’s going to meet you at the premiere at the front of the red carpet. He should be there before you so just go meet him there.”

“Okay, Lindsay. Thank you!”

I hung up the phone with my manager before I got inside the black car waiting outside to drive me to the premiere.

I tapped my foot impatiently on the floor of the car as I waited for it to pull up to the premiere. Not only was I FINALLY going to be seeing Spider-Man: Homecoming, but my celebrity crush was my date to the event!

After what felt like hours, the car pulled to a stop. A man in a black suit opened the door and helped me out. I thanked him and then walked to the entrance to the red carpet where Tom was standing, fidgeting nervously with his tie.

His eyes finally landed on me and smile lit up on his face.

“Told you it was me.” He said as he held his hand out to me.

I laughed as I shook his hand.

“Sorry for being really awkward, I was just caught off guard…”

Tom laughed.

“You’re fine. It was actually really cute and flattering. And hey, maybe if everything goes well tonight I really will take you up on your proposal.”

I elbowed Tom in the gut as he laughed at my red face.

“Shut up!”

Tom finally stopped laughing and guided me out onto the red carpet.

Cameras were flashing and people were yelling our names as they noticed our arrival. Tom’s hand laid on my lower back as we smiled and chatted as paparazzi took our picture.

After a few minutes of picture taking, Tom and I walked away to the interview section.

“I’m gonna skip this part and go get a drink. I’ll meet you when you’re done, okay?” I said to him.

Tom smiled down at me.

“Sounds good, love.” He said as he kissed my forehead.

I watched as Tom walked up to where Jacob was standing and began to interrupt their interview.

I smiled and walked into the lobby of the theater.

I grabbed a water bottle off the table and pulled my phone out and began to reply to a few texts when I felt a hand tap my shoulder.

I turned around to face a boy around my age standing there. He was slightly taller than Tom and had bright blue eyes and blonde hair.

“Hello! I’m Harrison, Tom’s best friend!”

“Oh, hello! I’m Y/N.”

“Yeah, I know. Tom hasn’t shut up about this date all week.”


“Yeah! He dragged me to TONS of stores trying to find the best outfit and wouldn’t stop nagging me about whether or not he looked good enough for you.”

I blushed at Harrison’s confession.

“Alright, Haz, that’s enough.” Tom interrupted before Harrison could go on.

I turned to face him and saw that a slight shade of pink on his once pale cheeks.

Harrison laughed before walking away to where Zendaya and Laura stood across the lobby.

“Sorry about him, love. He sometimes doesn’t know when to shut his mouth.”

“It’s fine. He’s seems really sweet.”

“Yeah, as much of a pain in the ass he is, he’s the best friend I could ever ask for.”

I smiled at Tom before he lead me into the theater. Tom greeted some of his friends and cast mates before taking a seat between Harrison and I.

As the movie ended, I noticed how nervous Tom seemed as he look around at everyone’s reactions.

“Tom, the movie was absolutely incredible!” I said to him as I squeezed his hand.

Tom looked over at me with a look of relief.

“Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot.”

“Of course, Tom. I loved every second of it.”

Tom couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face.

“Y/N, do you think maybe we could go out tomorrow? Like, on a real date?”

“I would like nothing more.”

—5 Years Later—

“Y/N! How have you been?!”

“I’ve been outstanding, Ryan!”

“So, I have to know what you wanted to share! Once you called in, I couldn’t wait to get you on air again.”

“Well, Ryan. As you and most of your viewers probably know, Tom and I have been dating for 5 years as of yesterday. And since Tom and I met on your show, I thought it be best if I shared the news on here first. On April 14, 2023, Tom and I will be getting married!” I said as I held my finger up showing the ring Tom had given me last night.

“Oh my god! You and Tom are getting married!?”

I nodded.

“He proposed last night on our anniversary. I called first thing this morning and demanded to be put on air to make the announcement!”

“That’s so amazing, Y/N! I hope I’m invited to the wedding!”

“Well of course! How could we not invite the person who started it all?!”

“Wow, thank you so much for sharing the news with us first! Now I’m sure you have a lot of planning to do so I’m going to let you go. I hope you have the best time planning your wedding!”

“Thank you, Ryan!”

And with that, you were out of the studio and on your way home to your future husband.

How they react to bad puns

1. Mark

You: What nation has the most birds?

Mark: What?

You: Portu-geese.

Mark: Not bad, but y’know what?

You: What?

Mark: Toucan play that game.

Originally posted by sxy-jmn

2. JB

You: What do you call the security of Samsung?

JB: No, stop-

You: Guardians of the galaxy.

JB: …

You: Boom.

Originally posted by sgfgdolans

3. Jackson

You: Hey Jackson, I think something’s wrong with the bathroom.

Jackson: Really?

You: Yeah. Every time I get naked, the shower gets turned on.

Jackson: *gasps* How dare you cheat on me.

Originally posted by suga-pills

4. Jinyoung

You: I really hate insect jokes.

Jinyoung: Why?

You: ….cuz They really bug me.


Originally posted by deanrbll

5. Youngjae

You: Having sex in an elevator is just wrong in so many levels.

Youngjae: Where’d you get that from? I bet you had a hard time trying to LIFT it up. Get it? Cause elevator is a lif-

You: Ok stop.

Originally posted by huggableyoungjae

6. Bambam

Police: Ok, I’ve had it. How did you escape from Iraq?

You and Bambam: *smirk*….Iran.

Originally posted by isabelle-c-r

7. Yugyeom

You: When I first saw you..I honestly wanted to give you a nasty look.

Yugyeom: Why didn’t you?

You: Cause you already had one.

Originally posted by jongdabae

I really hope you get these  😂 😂

You Know, those of you saying Dan should upgrade from Phil and date a model bc Phil isn’t attractive or Dan can do better, apart from clearly being blind, need to realise that DAN DOES NOT WANT ANYBODY ELSE.

Are you so stupid to think that what you say about Phil doesn’t also upset Dan? I don’t care if you think they are a couple or not, but when you hate on Phil you hate on Dan too bc this is his best friend, his life, his soulmate.

Do you really think Dan sees these posts and thinks, oh wow yes you’re right.. my god I can do so much better I’d better go find somebody more attractive…. REALLY????? no, he gets hurt and upset by you being mean to Phil… and no doubt thinks how disgusting you are for what you say. Is that really how you want Dan to think of you? 

You may think Dan needs somebody better, but he does not and Phil is not just stunning but the whole package, loving, caring, funny, intelligent, everything you could want and Dan knows he is incredibly lucky to be with him and that has not changed since 2009 and is not going to change anytime soon.


Honestly, when I restarted this blog, I didn’t think I would get to 100+ followers so quickly! I’m surprised that I made it up to 100+ people afterwards. I want to thank you all so much for continuing to support my Sora. Seriously, you all have been the best. Thank you all so so so much for everything that you’ve done, and everything that you guys continue to do. Now, the final moment; to list EVERYONE, because every single one of you continue to support me, and I want everyone to see each other!

This isn’t me showing that I’m thanking you, even though it’s that too – it’s also a way of showing you guys off! (Even if I don’t follow you, you still deserve to be shown off!) It’s a 100 (give or take considering spam, personal, inactives, and porn bots) person promo! :D 

I won’t be able to talk about everyone specifically, as honestly, I don’t talk to everyone, but everyone else has tastes that others may not have, so go and check out some of the people below!

Obviously, I’m putting this under a Read More because the list is gonna be MASSIVE.

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Wow I almost feel the need to applaud the people that somehow find a reason to hate on Iris West or Westallen. Like wow you really got some determination there since you’re literally pulling stuff out of your ass that make no sense. I mean a normal person would accept reality and see it’s a super healthy and well built relationship and that she’s a character of growth and strength and embodies so much power for so many women( especially WOC which is so important). But yet you try to hate. I’m amazed. It actually takes a lot of work to do that. And I just can’t relate to that level.
You people think you’re sneaky about why you really dislike Iris/westallen and you’re really not. Nice try though.


Authors Note: OKAY GUYS THIS IS MY FIRST IMAGINE (Or fanfic or whatever you want to call it, like I said I AM NEW.) Please be gentle with me, and truly any feedback would be great! :)

You waited in line for your first “meet and greet”. You weren’t exactly sure how they worked or what was going to happen or even how much time you would even get to talk to him, but you felt excited for your best friend. Celie had loved Shawn for years, she loved to talk about how she knew about him before his MAGCON days, whatever that was. If you were being completely honest, the only reason you were actually at this concert was to accompany Celie as you watched all her dreams come true…And the fact that he was the making of a young John Mayer didn’t hurt. As the line inched up you played with your hair, noticing your horrible split ends. Celie on the other hand was wired, you could practically hear her heart beating from a mile away.

“Girl,” you said lightly touching her arm, “you better quit it, you’re gonna start to sweat off your make up.” You said to her with a light giggle.

“I know, I knoooow.” She said with pleading eyes, “But you don’t understand, I can’t believe we are about to meet him!!!”

You laughed, you loved seeing Ce this excited. You inched up in line, only noticing you guys were next because you realized you reached the red tape on the floor. Looking up you felt like you almost had the wind knocked out of you. Your eyes widened staring straight ahead.

“Is that him, Celie?” You said half pointing over at probably the hottest guy in the room.

Celie rolled her eyes, “Yes Y/N, come on now, I’ve showed you soooo many pictures and videos!” She wasn’t lying, she had shown you. But it didn’t do him justice.

“Common, you’re up!“ the bald man shuffling girls along said to us.

The room started spinning. I took a deep breath and felt my body walk forward. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. I watched him turn around to face us, his dark brown eyes locking with mine immediately as Celie ran up to him giving him the biggest hug I have honestly every witnessed. God his eyes looked like chocolate, I thought to myself. Celie squealing brought me back to real time.

“SHAWN. I’m Celie. Wow, I’m sorry I can’t believe I’m meeting you. I brought my friend along as a witness, she knows how long I’ve waited for this!” Celie said jumping up and down as she spoke. It felt like Shawn and I hadn’t taken our eyes off of each other since I walked up to him.

“Aw hey, so nice to see you Celie!” Shawn said breaking our eye contact looking down at her. Then he looked back up at me again, GOD those eyes made me melt, “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” He said to me, making my heart skip several beats.

“Y/N, nice to finally meet the guy my best friend is always gabbing about.” You say playfully bumping Celie with your hip. It was something about him that made your jaded heart go thump again. You felt so silly, like a 6 year old fan girl, not that there was anything wrong with that but…about SHAWN? Common Y/N, you said to yourself. You just got out of a horrible and scary relationship, maybe it was just the attention from a kind male that got you hot and heavy.

“You guys excited to hear what I got for you tonight?” He smiled with his stupidly perfect teeth, not breaking eye contact with you. Him staring made you feel compelled to answer, even though Celie was already rambling off about her favorite Shawn songs…

“Beyond.” You said tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, flashing back a smile. “I have a couple favorites off the new album. It’s practically on repeat in our apartment.” You said to him with a laugh. Wow, this boy was really doing things to you…

“Alright ladies, smile!” The photographer said forcing you three into a picture pose. Shawn wrapped his giant arms around your waist resting a hand on your hip. Goosebumps immediately surfaced on your arms which made you blush as you half smiled for the camera. He let go of Celie, then slowly slid his hand to your lower back.

“It was so nice to meet you,” he said looking at you, “And you too, Celie.” he said looking over at your best friend. He said something else to Celie but your head was spinning from his hand still resting on your lower back. Was that on purpose?

“Well, we will see you soon! We have SECOND ROW tickets!!!” Celie said to Shawn matter of fact-ly.

“Amazing,” He said turning back to me with a little grin, “Soon then?”

“Soon.” You said back, hoping there was more meaning to this.

You listened to Celie ramble about Shawn the whole walk over to your seats, “Yeah, he was pretty amazing Ce. So genuine, and sweet.” You said to her still in a daze. He couldn’t have meant more by ‘soon" right? That’s silly. Your head is in the clouds. He’s not going to like a girl he met at a meet and greet. You repeated over and over in your head.

“Y/N,” Celie said grabbing your arm, “as much as I hate to admit this, and it sounds a lil crazy but he seemed a liiiiiiittle bit interested in you, girl.” You snapped out of your daze hearing this.

“Celie, don’t be ridiculous” You said with a half hearted laugh. “I- no, there’s just no way. He probably does this with every girl.” You said shaking your head.

“Hey, I just calls ‘em how I sees 'em.” Celie said shrugging.

So, it wasn’t just you? Celie saw it too? You guys arrived at your seats, wow they were really REALLY close. It was inevitable you would really see each other again. The lights dimmed and the concert stage lights went nuts flying over the crowd showing everybodys faces. Shawn stepped out, looking just as handsome as you remembered 30 minutes ago. Your heart pounded as he began to sing

“I won’t lie to you…..”

Shawn sang as you listened and sang along lightly, but mainly just listening to his voice. Everything about him seemed to be special and unique to you now. His eyes panning the crowd, a huge grin on his face the entire time. You wanted him to look down at you so badly, but he was 500% in the moment and you actually loved that too. He cared about his music and his fans, he really did.

Shawn announced the last song and you felt your heart sink a little, partly because you knew this was going to give you post concert depression and also partly because the little Cinderella story you created in your head never really came true. You quickly snapped out of that though, you were at an amazing concert with your BEST friend having the time of your life.’ Live in the moment, Y/N.’ you said to yourself. You began dancing with Celie, and right before the lights went down you sore Shawn looked at you. The concert ended and everyone shuffled out of the venue. Some girls still screaming, some crying, some wearing their newly bought concert t-shirts. You and Celie walked outside letting the cooler air hit your flushed skin, it felt amazing.

Walking down the steps of the venue you felt Celie grab your arm,  "Ummmm, Y/N….“ She said pointing with her other hand at a man holding a sign that read 'CELIE + Y/N.’ You stared at him with confused eyes, had somebody called you a car? Your mom and other friends knew you drove but that was the only logical thing you could think.

“Uh, hi, we’re Y/N and Celie.” You said walking up to the man holding Celie’s hand.

“Oh, perfect! So glad I found you girls!” The man said, like everything was perfectly normal. “Follow me please.” He continued folding the side and walking back to the venue.

“Wait what? I’m sorry who are you and what’s going on?” You said to the guy squeezing Celie’s hand, a little excited and a little scared.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you girls knew!” He said with a chuckle. “Shawn has kept the venue rented for the night, it’s one of his good buddies, Geoff’s, birthday and they’re throwing a bash inside. There’s a bunch of bounce houses, dancing, you know what all you kids do.” He laughed, “and he said he would love if you could join. I know it’s bizarre but he said you guys were cool.” He shrugged looking between the two of us. I was beside myself, was this really happening, my head went dizzy again.

“YES. WE ARE SO DOWN.” Celie said squeezing my hand practically cutting off my circulation and then yanking me closer to the man almost pulling my arm from it’s socket.

“Sounds good…” I said smoothing my hair and looking down at my outfit. You weren’t sure if jean shorts and a white crop top with converse was appropriate gear for a birthday party but hey, live in the moment. You two ran inside after the guy passing girls who were staring you down, seeming to know the guy who was leading you back into the venue was.

You walked back into the arena, which looked totally redone in the 40 minutes you were outside. There were balloons EVERYWHERE and a good amount of people ages 18-28 hanging out, running around, drinking, playing in the bounce houses, and doing the obstacle courses. It looked SO fun, you were immediately happy with your decision.

“Ahhh, here’s the birthday boy!” the man said grabbing another guys hand pulling him into a hug, “This is Geoff. Geoff this iiiiis…….” he looked down at the sign, “Celie and Y/N, they’re Shawns guests.” He said patting Geoff on the back, “Have fun!” He walked away over to another group of people.

“Celie and Y/N, eh? Nice to meet you two. I was beginning to think I was Shawn’s only friend.” He joked.

“Well, we are very new friends if that counts.” Celie said with a laugh touching Geoffs arm. “Hey, what do ya bet I can double bounce you higher than you can double bounce me….” She said eyeing Geoff.

“Whoaaa are you challenging the birthday boy?!!” He said throwing his hands up, “That’s mighty bold of you Miss. Celie.” He joked. “You’re on.” he said tilting his head towards the bonce houses.

“C'ya later, Y/N!!!” Celie said running over into the sea of bounce houses.

You gave her a half hearted sarcastic wave standing alone in this giant arena. You stood looking around for a minute before you followed your nose to the cotton candy stand. You grabbed a pink tuff, examining your cotton candy you took a fluffy piece in between your fingers. Smiling you put it in your mouth as you swiveled around running into someone, “OH, shit sor-” You said looking up. At Shawn. Fuck.

“Didn’t know 'soon’ meant you trampling me down, cotton candy in hand!” He joked running a hand thru his mildly curly hair. You didn’t remember it being this curly earlier, but you loved it.

“Well, I didn’t know I would be here….with you….eating cotton candy.” You said looking down at the giant pink fluff ball you were holding. He picked a piece off and popped it in his mouth. “Oh yeah, thanks for inviting us by the way. Totally gets you cool points in my book. Especially for having a bounce house. Haven’t seen one of those since…..maybe 5th grade. Shame honesty.” You said snapping back to your sassy sarcastic self.

“Well, you must lead a boring life, Y/N.” Shawn said raising a brow. You couldn’t help but notice the quick up down he gave your body. It made you bite your lip, and pull your shorts down feeling a little self conscious.

“I want to know about you…” Shawn said smiling down at you. 'WHOAAAA!!!! You thought, where is this coming from? Why me? Is he being serious? Is this for a show, there sure are a lot of cameras here. Was this a joke?’ were all questions running thru your mind. He touched your arm, bringing your mind back to reality, “Is that okay with you, Y/N? I know it seems, well, out of left field, but it’s something about you, I dunno. Sounds corny. I know.” He said with a huff looking at me with sort of embarrassed.

“I used to bite my nails?” You said lightly, looking up at him. THAT was the only thing that you could think of, ugh. The two of you started to laugh, “I’m more exciting than that….I swear!” You said trying to revive yourself. There was so much you could tell him about, but your nails? You couldn’t have said your favorite color Y/N? UGH. And the only other thing that was on your mind that month was your past relationship…'That is NOT something you bring up the first time meeting someone. Especially since your ex is well…..terrifying.’ you thought to yourself.

“So tell me….” He said walking over to the stands patting the seat beside him. You looked up followed and sat down looking into his eyes. It was that moment where you just knew this boy was going to change your life forever.

Don’t Miss Me Too Much // Kim Yugyeom

Requested: “Can you write a really fluffy Valentines Day imagine with Yugyeom?? Thanks!!”

Pairing: Kim Yugyeom X Reader

Genre: Fluff (?) I’m not really good at this so let’s see how it goes lol

Word count: 1.5k

Description: Valentines Day. The day you absolutely despise, for many reasons. The cheesy social media posts, girls gushing over how thoughtful their boyfriends are, and not to mention the fact that your ex boyfriend broke up with you on Valentines Day two years ago. Yeah, you really hated Valentines Day.

Originally posted by magiccastles

“Yugyeom-ah,” you groaned, lifting heavy arms up to rub your eyes. You were greeted by silence, only the faint chirping of birds audible in the distance, but you didn’t mind. Your boyfriend had the tendency to sleep in anyway.

“Guess what day it is,” you purred, turning on your side and forcing your eyes open. “It’s…” You suddenly trailed off when you were greeted with a cold, empty space beside you. Suddenly, the feel-good buzz you had experienced with waking up slowly drained from your body.

“Yugyeom?” You questioned, heart sinking as you peered around your room through sleepy eyes. A small white note perched innocently on your dresser stuck out like a sore thumb; the sun snuck in through the curtains and bounced off the note, seemingly taunting you in the worst way possible.

Mumbling loudly, you dragged yourself over to the dresser, curses finding their way from your mouth. Picking up the note, you quickly scanned over it. ‘Jagiya~ I’m sorry I can’t be home today – work. Don’t miss me too much ❤ ’
“But it’s Valentines Day, Yugyeom.”

It was noon, and you’d only just managed to pull yourself out of bed an hour ago. Out of desperation you’d tried calling your boyfriend only to reach voicemail, fuelling your growing frustration. Yugyeom had been trying to get you into the Valentines Day spirit for the past month. He’d tried to get you to change your negative opinion about the day, saying he was ‘attempting to melt your cold heart’. However, he knew your reasons for despising the day and was sympathetic towards you because of it – you figured that’s why it hurt so much that he wasn’t here with you now.

You lazily scrolled through Instagram, only to be met with post upon post reminding you it was Valentines Day and yet you were completely alone. To make matters worse, your friends had made it their mission to share the cutest selfies they had with their significant others, only adding to your misery.

Valentines Day always made you anxious; the thought of it usually made your stomach churn and tears prick in your eyes. You could blame your previous boyfriend for that one – to this day you still can’t believe he chose Valentines Day out of all the days to break up with you on. To say you hadn’t gotten over him would be a lie. You had an amazing boyfriend now who loved and cared for you so deeply, but you figured you would always hate Valentines Day because of your ex.

It was utterly unfair. Dating a famous kpop idol was hard as it is – barely seeing Yugyeom because of tours was already putting a strain on your relationship – and to add to that, today was your first Valentines Day together and his work wanted to take that away from you too?

You could almost hear the day slip away from you, the ticking of the clock in your living room was obnoxiously loud. Staring blankly at your third rom-com of the day, you were debating whether to just crawl back unto bed and sleep away the rest of the day when a loud ‘ping’ came from your phone. You eagerly snatched at it, although you figured it would be one of your friends teasing you for sitting at home alone in your pyjamas on Valentines Day.

But alas, it wasn’t your friend trying to stir you up, it was the devil himself – the reason you hadn’t bothered applying makeup or even pulling on clothes, the reason you felt so utterly dejected: Kim Yugyeom.

You unlocked your phone at the speed of light, clicking messages and reading the latest text. ‘Hello, Y/N. Miss me? I bet you do 😉’ it read. You huffed loudly, throwing your phone back down on the sofa. Who did he think he was? Of course you missed his sassy ass. What was he playing at?

There was another loud ‘ping’ from your phone, and this time directions to Hangang Park popped up. ‘Make sure you’re not wearing you pyjamas when you come out. I’ll see you soon 😊’

You scowled at your phone for a second, annoyed that Yugyeom was being so tight-lipped about his plans, before you tapped his contact and called him. After the fourth ring, you knew he wasn’t going to pick up. “Curse you, Kim Yugyeom!” You cried, stomping to your room, not caring whether your heavy footsteps were disturbing anyone.

You glanced down at your phone, quickly texting Yugyeom to tell him you were here. You pulled your large fluffy coat closed, trying to trap in your body heat as you sat down on a bench near the road in Hangang Park.

You found it so ironic – you’d been wanting to see Yugyeom all day and now that you were going to, you wanted nothing more than to go back to the warmth and comfort of your home. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see Yugyeom anymore; you loved him to bits and wanted to spend Valentines Day with him, but you could stop uncertain thoughts creeping in. Had Yugyeom been deliberately avoiding you? What if he’s brought you here so he could break up with you?

Shaking your head, you quickly fought back the memory of how your ex-boyfriend had so cruelly broken up with you this time two years ago. Someone cleared their throat loudly, pulling you from your stupor. Your ears perked when the stranger spoke, the familiar voice catching you off guard.

“There she is, the woman of the hour,” Mark whistled, not so subtly letting his eyes trail down your outfit. You looked up, surprised but pleased to say the least, to see two of your boyfriend’s best friends smiling at you – Mark and Jaebum.

“If you’d kindly follow us, Y/N,” the brunette said, not giving you a chance to reply before he turned on his heel and walked briskly further into the park. Mark followed suit while you quickly grabbed your phone and ran to catch up with them. “Where are we going?” You asked, your question falling on deaf ears.

A confused look overtook your features when you passed a group of boys who shot Mark and Jaebum thumbs up and whom looked a lot like Yugyeom’s other members. “Was that…Bambam and Youngjae?” You mumbled, knowing you wouldn’t get an answer.

“Here we are!” Mark exclaimed loudly, stopping so swiftly you nearly walked straight into his back. “I guess we will leave you to it then,” Jaebum added, throwing a cheeky wink your way before both boys retreated back in the direction they came.

Your mouth hung open foolishly; first at how willingly Mark and Jaebum had ditched you and then at the cute picnic blanket set up under a large tree in front of you. You let out a loud yelp when strong arms wrapped around your waist and a voice whispered seductively in your ear, “happy Valentines Day, baby.”

You swung around quickly, breaking free of the man’s grip and staring at your grinning boyfriend. “Yah, Yugyeom, don’t do that!” You cried, smacking your hand down on his chest lightly. You tried to stay mad at Yugyeom for ditching you on Valentines Day, you really did, but you eventually wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close, engulfing yourself in the musky scent of his cologne.

“I thought you were avoiding me,” you murmured into Yugyeom’s jacket. “Babo!” He laughed, running a hand through your hair, patting it down softly. “I’ve spent the whole day making this for you.” Yugyeom pulled away, leading you to the chequered blanket. You sat down as he eagerly pulled food from the picnic basket beside him. “Well, actually, I did have a bit of help from the hyungs,” Yugyeom sheepishly admitted. “I thought I saw them,” you laughed. “I hope you like it.”

You scanned the picnic blanket that was now covered in your favourite dishes: chicken kimbap, dumplings, japgwapyon, jang jorim, and barley tea, just to name a few. “Of course I do, Yugyeom!” You said, grabbing a piece of beef and popping it into your mouth enthusiastically. “I didn’t really think it would take as long to prepare this as it actually did, I hope you didn’t miss me too much,” your boyfriend said with a smirk.

Pulling out your phone, you edged closer to Yugyeom, stating, “it’s my turn to make my friends jealous.” The pair of you posed for a photo and then somehow managed to finish the picnic food (you blame your giant boyfriend’s humungous appetite), save for a couple of rogue pieces of kimbap. You groaned at the feeling of how stuffed your stomach was and leaned on Yugyeom lazily. He peered down at you with infatuated eyes before pulling you into a kiss. His lips were soft and warm on your own, and you felt your whole body swell with adoration.

“I love you, Y/N,” Yugyeom breathed. “I hope you’ve had a good Valentines Day.” You smiled, placing a small kiss on his cheek.
“It’s been the best one yet.”

wow okay remind me to never try to write fluff again I am not good with all this cute stuff I am so sorry anon I really tried lmao

anonymous asked:

Love how Elias helped Sana out of a possibly huge family argument. I love him in general; it's super obvious that he really loves his sister and wants to protect her and wants to make sure she's enjoying herself (I absolutely loved how he got her to go to the fy faen party in episode one - their entire text conversation was so great). Idk it's nice to see them together cause western society only ever tells you how muslim women are looked at as housewives and that's it. Clearly he doesn't. 👼🏼

Hellooooo anon!!!
Wow, you really read my mind. I agree on everything. And yeah, that’s literally what Skam does: breaking all the stereotypes. He really loves his sister and wants the best for her, let’s not forget “I don’t want people to hate on you”. He’s protective and caring. He really rushed to help her tiding up the house and getting those girls out. Even if Sana most of the time is like “there are many things I don’t tell you, Elias” or “how much do you think I’d gain if I sold Elias organs” she loves him so much. They love each other so much, it’s just brotherhood. The Bakkoush rulezzzz

i think i might not be on a whole lot today?? idk the dreaded red tide started yesterday and today i’m feeling those good old affects of getting stupidly emotional over nothing. like i’ve been seeing super pretty art on my dash and it’s making me feel like complete shit about my own so that’s fun lmao

maybe i’ll feel better in a little bit or after work but yeah i might just not be on much and spend the day watching videos to distract myself

r-clayy  asked:

Heeey, i really like your blog, shitty cook ;) It's the first one piece ask blog i visit, and wow, i'm really impressed, your art is amazing!! :o I really like the details and the way to draw body parts. ^^ May i ask what do you use to draw? ^^

//oh gosh what a great way to start off the week ///w/// THANK YOU, I’M REALLY HAPPY TO HEAR YOU’RE ENJOYING THE BLOG (+ my art?!?!??? wahhtttskljfalksd) To answer your question: I use good old Photoshop (CS6), a drawing tablet, and lots of references (god bless references). 

Also, if you wanna find more One Piece ask blogs, you should check out this directory here! You’ll find a lot more great+amazing ask blogs to keep up with!~~ :3 

Wow imagine feeling really upset because you feel like the world really screwed you over so like if you were going to murder someone you could have ALL of those offending people to lure into the woods and kill them with their own skateboard and then who do you chose?????? Your best friend who has never done anything wrong ever in his life and you kill HIM like what the fuck dude