hi so u know i said i was gonna tell u more about my helljob right–?
scratch that; it doesn’t matter now – i just came home to my sister crying because she got kicked out of the Ticket Sale Website because she put in the wrong login info (AXX or whatever, i dont know anyhting about how these ticket websites work – also the girl is a nervous wreck;; she did have a pre-sale code that a friend gave her but the website booted her out for some glitchy reason) and the VVIP ticket was almost within her reach ((she’s been saving up for a Seventeen Concert since last year)) and idk mmm I really want her to be able to go to their concert with a VVIP ticket (She likes the Woozi guy) – afaik it’s sold out now from the official site so the only chance is if someone else sells their ticket or something
She tells me she’s willing to pay double or more for the ticket if there’s anyone who is willing to sell us one VVIP ticket ((i can pay more in addition as well – as bad as it looks i do have savings ^o^ – even do commissions or whatever it takes – and you’ll have my undying loyalty and gratitude)) for Seventeen’s NY concert :0
The concert is around her birthday next month and I would really love for her to go and see them ((my birthday is this month but all I want is for my sister to achieve this dream of hers)) So uhh, yeah this is a very long shot but if you know anyone who is selling a Seventeen VVIP ticket please let me know ((to recap, yes we’re willing to buy – we have the money (to some degree – we don’t have the thousand+ for it im so sorry) and we’re not asking to get it for free ;;0;; asjkdhasjd)) Thank you!!!
EDIT: she got one!! somebody sold her a vvip ticket at almost double the price but it was worth it AAA i’m so happy for her (she checked it was legit)!! ^o^ Thanks to everyone who read/liked/reblogged and also offered their help ^__^ we appreciate it so much <3
Words: 23477 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
“There’s no way it’s true.” Harry shrugged, letting out a small laugh. “Louis can’t be… dead.” Dead. The force of the word hit Harry like a ton of bricks. There were actually rumours that his Louis was dead. His heart rate picked up. It wasn’t true. No way.
Harry, an active participant in the One Direction Tumblr fandom, comes across a rumour that Louis died and has been replaced with a lookalike.
Just found you’re account a few days ago, and I was just wondering if I could
request? I honestly love your write so much. ❤️ if you could wright a newt
scamander imagine where Newt leaves the reader for Leta (set in hogwarts) and
they don’t talk until like some point? Idk. please make it angst but with a
happy ending? Thanks!
currently open! Feel free to send one in
You spot Newt’s lanky frame curled up in the grassy spot near the lake, knees against his chest and hands around his knees as he stares out over the water, His shaggy hair blows like the waves in the breeze. You can’t fight your smile as you watch him absentmindedly brush his hair from his eyes. You reach into your pocket, forgetting that your gift is back in your room, hidden between the pages of your transfiguration textbook. You remind yourself that it’s only one more day before you can give it to him. One more day.
He doesn’t hear you approaching, jumping at your voice when you call out to him.
“There you are.” The words are a routine, a joke from nearly a year ago when Newt had approached you with shaking hands.
Newt starts to stand, but stops when you shake your head and toss your books onto the ground, plopping down next to him. “Here I am.” He says, scooting over as you take his hand.
“Studied any amazing creatures lately? It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you.”
Newt’s smile is small. “It’s only been a week and a half.”
You raise your eyebrows and lean back. “Sure feels like forever.”
Newt stares at your joined hands. “Maybe.”
The breeze slows, leaving only the warm sunshine to brush your face. “It’s beautiful out. I hope it stays this way for tomorrow.”
You don’t notice the change in Newt’s tone as you chatter on. “Wow, can you believe it’s been a year? Isn’t a picnic the perfect way to celebrate a year together?”
So I'm awake in the middle of the night. Currently 3am. Been awake since 1:30am. Too many thoughts. Got any late night Mulder/Scully heavy MSR phone call drabbles kicking around? Cause that would be great! 😍
So sorry you can’t sleep! I wrote this real quick so… here we go.
When the phone rings shortly after 3 am, Scully isn’t
surprised and she doesn’t startle awake. Her hand reaches out and grabs the
phone resting beside her like a spent, sleepy lover. She lets it ring another
time not wanting to seem too desperate, too prepared.
“Scully, it’s me. I hope I didn’t wake you.” Mulder’s
voice is apologetic and she wonders how long he’s fought against calling her. They
haven’t seen or heard each other all weekend. In between cleaning her
apartment, meeting her mother for lunch, and grocery shopping she’s stared at her
unblinking phone, waiting in vain. When they didn’t have an official case,
Mulder always found a reason to call her and to lure her away from home. Not
this time. She considered calling him herself just to ask if he was all right.
Her greatest fear, though never admitting that to Mulder, was that he would
ditch her (again) and try to go out there alone. Now here he was on the phone.
They would see each other in a couple of hours but something inside him must
have given way, finally.
“Hm, it’s fine Mulder. What is it? Did you have a good
“It was… yeah, I got a lot of things done around the apartment.
No, to be honest I was bored. How about you?” She could lie, she knows,
and tell him she had a wonderful weekend. Meeting her mother was nice, of
course, but the rest of it? She’s missed him. She’s missed him more than she
could put into words. It’s the middle of the night and he’s honest with her, so
she wants to be truthful, too. It’s comfortable here in her bed and she feels
protected by the softness surrounding her, by the nighttime, by the darkness.
“It was nice enough,” she tells him, “but I
was waiting for you to call me.”
“Missed me, huh?” He chuckles.
“Yes,” she whispers, “I did.” Mulder is
quiet on the other side of the line and Scully wishes she could see him. She
wants to know if he’s in his bed, too, or on his couch. What is he wearing,
what is he doing? Warmth spreads through her, coloring her cheeks. This line of
thinking is Mulder’s specialty, not hers.
“I missed you, too,” he finally speaks, “I
tried not to call you knowing you have a, you know, life.” She stops
herself from huffing; the only life she has, has had for years, is intertwined
with his. Without him she doesn’t have a life.
“So do you, Mulder.”
“Do I?” She used to wish they had these
conversations in the light of day when they were both fully awake. Now she
realizes they never could. They need the vulnerability of nighttime, the
possibility of dismissing their confessions as dreams; never happened, Scully,
you must have dreamed this.
“Mulder, you could have called me, you know.”
“I said I wouldn’t.”
“Since when do you do what you’re supposed to do?”
“I thought you wanted to spend a weekend away from
life-threatening monsters for a change.”
“We can spend the weekend together without chasing monsters,
ghosts or aliens.” Her breath hitches in light of her words. But it’s the
“Can we?” His voice sounds vulnerable, scared almost.
But there is hope in there, too; like a bright star shining in the darkest night
“Yes, Mulder,” she answers softly, “I wish
you’d called sooner. I have to be up in three hours to get ready for
“I could come over. We could save gas driving into work
together. Save some water, too, if we share a shower.” Scully hears his
grin and she can’t help it, she smiles, too. Now she’s glad he’s not here and
can’t see her. She isn’t sure they’re quite there yet.
“You could come over for breakfast.”
“Yes. But bring pastries.”
“I can do that. Anything in particular you want?”
Just you, she thinks, swallowing the thought.