yes. i do have the best friends in the world

I have many things to tell you, and very little time. My, my name is Kay’l. I come from a universe parallel to yours. My world needs your help, you’re the only one who can save us. I succeeded in opening a breach between my world and yours. Through your computer, you can enter our world and help us. But in order to do this, you must transfer your soul into my body. Do you accept? Press any key to say “Yes”, but hurry… there isn’t much time.
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REQUESTED JOSH DUN SMUT HEHE

Can you do a fix about Josh and the reader having to share a bed space on a tour bus and there just friends but it starts to get smutty while still trying to keep quiet because Tyler.

YES I CAN BABES AND HERE IT IS

warning: smut,cursing, - (oh god first attempt at real smut sorry Jesus)

Also I went on a bit with this one, fluff and smut…

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Your best friends in the world where two dorks who travelled around performing in ski masks and floral shirts. Those dorks where Josh and Tyler. They had just started their new tour and josh had invited you to travel to three venues with them, you packed a load of ripped shorts and band Tshirts not forgetting your trusted converses. You had always felt like a friend to Tyler but josh always seemed that one bit closer.

After a three hour flight to Washington you stepped out of baggage claim and right in the middle of the large crowds were your boys… Surrounded by body guards and fans. Josh saw you straight away, a smile slapped across his face as he dropped the sign that said “Y/N <3 /-| ” you ran over to him and he wrapped you in a bear hug, you’re sure you never heard so many iPhone cameras go off in your life,

“Y/n FINALLY MY GIRL!” Josh yelled lifting you into the air, you giggled clutching his neck and looked across to see Tyler in hello kitty sunglasses with a beanie.

“Tyler? Babe I’m not even gonna ask.” You say laughing, you throw your rucksack to josh along with your suitcase.

“Wow thanks y/n missed you too” josh said as we started waking to the bus parked around the corner, some fans followed but where ushered away by the security.

“What can I say joshy I’m just too damn popular, they don’t even know you guys” you replied linking Josh’s arm. Tyler started laughing, turning to face the two of you, he opened the door and you where hit by a smell of men and body spray,

“Tyty why the glasses?” You asked taking them off his face as you sat down on the dark blue sofa facing an opposing window on the bus, josh slumped down next to you despite the whole sofa being free.

“Well I know you don’t like being centre of attention so I thought I could distract the pap and fans with my style, we are a super serious band after all….” He added, smirking throwing you a beer from the fridge.

“Aww thanks boo, you know me so well” you replied smiling,

The driver got in and the van started, a few crew members got in and Tyler started talking to them leaving you and josh in the front part.

“I’m so glad you came, I’ve Been- we’ve been missing you. Our vines haven’t been the same!” He whined poking your cheek, you shooed him away cracking a smile,

“You’re so sweet josh bless, it’s been boring at home not gonna lie, I forgot I don’t have any other mates besides you weirdos. ” you grinned cuddling under his arm. Your bodies fitted perfectly, josh had always been your cuddle buddy no matter what.

“What about Damien your boyfriend? ” he asked confused, you pulled away slightly,

“Yeah…. It didn’t work out. Like a week after you left he maybe sort of cheated and so like…. Yay single…. Oh my god josh we can like wingman each other. ” you said lightening the mood.

“He what? Why didn’t you tell me!? Y/n I care about you you know I do, I never liked that guy…. That’s it I finally have an excuse to unfollow him on twitter…. How dare he?! I swear to god if I was there…. ” he went to go on but you out your hand over his mouth smiling,

“Shush, I’m fine honestly it’s nothing okay?” You asked and he nodded his head,

“I’m still gonna unfollow him” he said after you dropped your hand. He pulled out his phone and went on twitter, you saw him unfollow him and you giggled, you did feel sad about your ex but that didn’t matter, you were here with your best friends.

“JOOOOSHHHHHHHH….. I NEED YOU TO TAKE A CANDID EDITED PHOTO OF ME FOR TWITTER. JOSHHHHHHHHHHH” you heard Tyler call from the other side of the bus and josh sighed, shifting you off him you lay flat on the sofa missing his body under yours.

“And it begins….” Josh whined flashing you his cute grin before leaving. Wait. Cute grin? Get a grip y/n…

You saw his twitter was still open….

“Oh josh you never learn….” You picked it up taking a cute selfie, cheeks blown out and lips plumped, your band tank top slugged off one shoulder, you where happy with how you looked silly but equally cute,

“@tylerjoseph remind josh not leave his phone lying around UNLOCKED… ”

You decided this wasn’t enough…

“@y/t/n is the best person in the world she’s super funny and is better at the drums then me…” You tweeted feeling smug about it, instantly both tweets began gaining favourites and retweets fast, clearly people had him on notifications.

Your phone began popping, you already had thousands of followers from simply knowing the boys and when they tweeted about you, but these where people asking if we where dating. You laughed imagining what it would be like to be with Josh, he was your friend. He was always there for you, no matter what time of day he would answer, half his Instagram was already full of you way more than Tyler’s was, his snapchats to you where usually ugly selfies that managed to look flawless, your face time calls lasted two hours plus and…..

….

He walked back in and his smile caused you to forget what you just realised.

“Really y/n? My twitter?” He said grinning, his eyes where crinkled from smiling,

“Shouldn’t leave your phone then should you?” You reply smirking, you where now aware of how flirtatious the two of you sounded when you spoke, no wonder Tyler and Jenna always assumed you two where a thing…. But josh wouldn’t feel the same way… Would he?

Before you realised he began tickling you, reaching for your phone that was in your bum pocket, he reached it with ease before rushing to the back of the bus with it,

“JOSH, GOD DAMMIT JOSH!!!!!” You yelled while laughing uncontrollably, you followed him but in the cramped bus it was difficult to move around Tyler stood in the way, phone in hand filming, most likely a vine,

“It’s been ten minutes and the kids are at it again… ” Tyler then made a comical sigh flipping the camera round to his disappointed “father” face. You shoved him playfully,

“TYLER FUCK OFF” you whined before josh handed your phone back grinning.

You looked up at him, his tall frame towered above you, he seemed even more muscular since you last saw him.

You checked your twitter, notifications blowing up…. He tweeted:

“@joshuadun is so freakin cute, damn that ass and those muscles am I right ladiezzzz?? 🌝🌝🌝” the smirking moon emojis made you laugh but you pretended to be mad before smiling at josh, he smiled back and it fell silent as the two of you continued laughing lightly, Tyler was busy sharing his vine….

“Anyway you nerds, where am I sleeping tonight?” You asked slipping your phone back into to your pocket, Tyler smirked,

“I’ll leave you two to discuss that, I’m gonna watch Netflix…. You’re free to join but I’m choosing the film and I am in the mood for fight club…” He left grinning at josh who looked nervous,

“See y/n,.. The bus is kinda small…. So like…. Because Tyler’s married…. It only makes sense for you to sleep in my bunk…. But like its fine I can sleep on the couch it’s fine you can have it….” He said leaning on the door frame,

“Oh…. Yeah well…. I mean I don’t mind you sleeping with me… If that’s okay with you though I wouldn’t want to like weird you out” you said blushing,

“I’ve seen you do crazy shit sharing a bed wouldn’t be weird for me y/n…” He cracked a smile and you smiled back…

“Y/n I ummm, wanted to show you something” he said pulling out his phone, “some of these tweets are funny” he showed you the reply to your tweets, it’s all about how we are goals, how we suit how funny…. “ he giggled to himself

“Don’t lie we look cute In selfies together” you said poking him in the chest,

“You mean I look cute” he replied posing,

“I’m being serious !” You whined like a small kid, you folded your arms,

“I’m joking, you look beautiful. Like, so beautiful, look how you managed to look cute in that picture, while pulling a face that’s not humanly possible. ” he said and you smiled, ear to ear.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he looked down at you, you went on your tip toes and lightly kissed his cheek.

“Thanks josh. You know, Damien never said anything like that. No one really has…” You blushed, and he held you close to him, his hand in the small of your back, his other arm hung loosely round your neck.

“Y/n. I love you, ” josh muttered.

“Aww you cutie love you too babes now let’s go watch fight club!” You went to pull away by he clung a while longer,

“No y/n…. I love you. Like. Love you love you, I couldn’t stand seeing you with Damien. I hated that guy, knowing he was holding you at night and not me, knowing he was taking couple selfies with you and not me, knowing his hands where on you whereas my hands would be worshipping you, ide be protecting you from your silly fear of spiders, I would teach you drums, my hands over yours showing you beats…. Lazy mornings with you, date nights, cute direct tweets, the fans loving you, being able to say I not the single one…because I would be with you.” He said and you melted into his arms. You had been waiting too damn long to hear that.

“I love you too…. You’re the only one who treated me right” you breathed, pulling his neck down so his mouth was close to yours, he kissed you passionately holding your body pressed against his own.

“FUCKING FINALLY” Tyler called throwing popcorn at the two of you,

“Where the hell did you get popcorn from?” Josh asked pulling it from your hair, Tyler shrugged but took a photo of you two wrapped up in each others arms.

“That’s one for twitter !” He chirped.

“Y/n … Does this mean? We are like… A thing? ” he asked sceptically,

“I would love to be a thing with you, ” you replied grinning, he hugged you nestling his face in your neck,

“Oh my god get a room. ” Tyler called and you laughed, you and josh joined him on the sofa, josh sat like he did before, right next to you besides having the whole sofa to himself as Tyler always say on the floor like a child, head leaning back on your knees.

You took out your snap chat, you had thousands of followers because people often saw you post pictures and videos of josh.

You held down the button recording,

“This wonderful sofa to sit on and……. JOSH DECIDES ON SITTIN RIIIIIIIGHT HERE” you zoomed in on his face and he buried his face into your hair and shoulder,

You uploaded it and smiled,

“Well then if we are making this public thanks to Tyler’s tweet I might as well tweet ” josh says opening front camera, you placed a strand of your hair over his lip like a moustache and he did his signature grin while you did the rock sign, he took it and uploaded it to twitter captioned “with the girl, power couple af”

“I’ll let the fans realise what that means” he said putting his phone away.

Soon enough fight club finished and Tyler was curled up in his bunk, he left to sleep before the ending but you and josh where too engaged in the film to sleep.

“Hanging out with you just brings out the best in me y/n. It’s like…. I thoughts this would be awkward but it just feels so right it’s weird.” He said brushing some hair off your face.

“I’ve wanted to be with you josh… I’ve always sort of felt more than friends with you. It took me a while to realise. C'mon let’s go to bed… Quick question…. Can I borrow your shirt for bed, my suitcase is crammed under loads of stage stuff in the back.

"Of course,” he said, you followed him to the bunk, he peeled his shirt off revealing his muscular frame, his track suit shorts hung dangerously low on his hips, you peeled off your clothes, josh had seen you in your underwear many times before but this felt more intimate. You stood in your underwear and josh handed you the shirt. You pulled it on and it went up to your thighs, he let you climb in first, he lay next to you and you wrapped your arm around his chest.

He pulled the blanket over you and pulled the curtain closed, Tyler’s music could be heard, he had headphones in but at full volume, he lay sleeping.

You looked up at josh. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips, your tongue grazed his mouth and he immediately took dominance deepening the kiss. You where pulled. Loser to him, you needed up laying on top of him to fit in the bunk, you straddled him grinding without releasing,

His hand traced your bum and you felt him harden through his boxers. Your hand slid down to Palm him through his boxers, as you rubbed he emitted a low moan sending vibrations through your body, your underwear dampened and his hand moved to your breast,

“Josh…please” you whispered and he slid his boxers off. You giggled as he shuffled to wriggle them off. You slid yours down while trying not to bang your head on the top section. He kept giggling at you but it seemed sexy…. He began rubbing a finger over your entrance, causing a moan from your voice, you covered your mouth squirming on top of him clutching his shoulder while keeping a hand over your mouth.

Seeing you squirm on him as he rubbed you made him even harder, you felt him poke your thigh with his length, you tried to keep quite remembering Tyler was in the bed next to you two.

Before you nearly came there and then josh pushed into you after stretching you out with his two fingers, but that didn’t prepare you for how big he was. You always assumed he would be large purely because he was tall and built, the pain shot up through you and josh ended up covering your mouth and you covered his while staring at you, soon pleasure covered the pain and he began thrusting in and out of you, his eyes squeezing shut as you both became a sweaty panting mess in the bunk.

His thrusts became faster, his spare hand went from your bum to your clit as he bang rubbing circles, you moaned and it caused you both to laugh slightly as you where trying to be quite. You moved your hand from his mouth and kissed him, moaning into each others mouths.

“Cum for me…” He whispered rubbing your clit faster, you came udone on him collapsing into his chest as he pumped three more thrusts into you before you felt him fill you, he stayed inside you until he caught his breath, he pulled out kissing you the whole time. Before just holding you.

“I love you josh.”

“I love you too y/n…. I’ve wanted this for so long…”

anonymous asked:

do you think you'll ever get your own apartment and/or live with Cody?

im currently on his couch hangin out being lazy and answering this ask. lmao. i spend pretty much every wknd here n come over often during the week too. so yes, considering he is my best friend in the whole world n the person i love to an almost annoying degree n who i will be spending the rest of my life with, i plan on living with him when the time is right!

to be unapologetically corny as fuck, bc i love him so much it pisses me off n i have nothing better to do in this moment than talk abt it - there aren’t many things in life that r better than rolling over in the middle of the night, half-awake, becoming the little spoon while an arm wraps around me. i like when we actually go to bed at the same time n put on breaking bad to watch (again) or a nature documentary or a movie he wants me to see even tho i always end up getting tired before him n falling asleep with my head on his chest. i like waking up together n batting my creepy long eyelashes on his face to make him laugh n open his eyes (and vice versa but his lashes r little n weak!!!!) i like drinking coffee with him while we laugh at stupid memes n watch videos n he tells me all of the incredibly annoying things i did while i slept bc unfortunately for him i am very irritating to share a bed with. i like helping him clean, bc he does the same when i need help. i like arguing abt the dish i left in the sink bc i’m kind of a slob but he totally is too? just in a different way… i like making dinner or ordering food n eating with him while we watch an episode of always sunny for the literal hundredth time. i like watching him play video games. i like doing yoga in the mostly empty spare room of his place. i like sitting on opposite ends of the couch relaxing in relative silence, occasionally stopping to show each other something funny. i like coming over after work to tell him Tales From Preschool or therapy or “Lily tried to eat fucking glass today and had to go to the hospital she’s insane but she’s fine” n i like when he comes home from work with funny stories. i like being able to give him a back rub if he’s achy n i don’t mind listening to him when he has a shitty day. he listens to me rant and rave abt whatever, whenever, n love him for that n hope that one day i don’t have much to complain abt, which i’m already working on, so i can be just as good to him as he is to me abt that kind of stuff. i like going grocery shopping with him n getting the good body wash n the good kind of pretzels n reminding him that he needs butter bc i am the better grocery shopper. i like when he drags me out bc he needs socks or a new shirt n i end up on the other end of the store with a new cardigan bc u can’t take me to fucking target n not expect me to spend money???? i like when he runs errands for me bc “i am wearing grey on grey! r u kidding me look at my hair right now omg” so he does things for me that i could do myself bc he is sweet n good n knows i have his back when he needs me, too. i like coming over straight after work n him giving me a pair of his sweats to wear while i unwind bc i wore uncomfortable pants to work n i am tired of them. i like all of those things n everything else abt him. i don’t think i will ever get tired of how easy it is to just exist with him. so even when he is scowling at me bc i clogged the toilet or my hair is all over the shower drain or i nag him abt the goddamn granola he spilt all over the bed bc he was eating it in the dark at 3 am or i give him the silent treatment bc i am cranky and he made a “loud italian” joke abt me, eventually we end up laughing at yet another stupid meme, so i know i will never get tired of how much fun i have with him. we r night and day in some ways but the moon and the stars are just as wonderful as blue sky and sun, and neither would be as good as they are without the other, ya dig?

The WALKING Dead S7 Ep 10: New Best Friends

This is my initial review of the latest ep.

1. I AM tired of Carol. Yes she’s lost alot, yes she’s tired of fighting, yes she’s world weary. But so is EVERYONE ELSE. Carol has had two times to be on her own, when she could deal with her ish, but she’s still being allowed to do her own crap and be selfish. She knew they worried about her and told Morgan to have him lie to the others. I am sick of her.

2. Rosita is consumed with grief, anger and guilt and I really hope the writters let her grieve. Have her kill a bunch of walkers if she needs to (like Sasha), because her belligerence with the others is getting on my nerves. She needs to talk or fight it out.

3. Morgan and Ezekiel need to man the heck up and realise they can’t exist in a world where the saviours are out to take your food and walkers are out to take your life. That kind of mental degradation will only take you so far before the perpetrators come after for blood sport. Them acting as though keeping their heads down will save them is stupid and naieve.

4. Rick will fight anyone and anything to save the lives of Michonne and their family. Michonne will take a fool out if need be to protect her man. And Rick getting her that cat just got me all in the feels. I know Michonne went home and gave Rick some real good loving.😙😙 (where my Richonne fanfic writers at?)

5. I can’t belive we have to deal with the saviours into season 8. From what I was told, Negan is still alive in the books, but I really hope by the end season 8, Negan has met his end.😒

6. Daryl fighting Richard over Carol was utter garbage (more than was in the junkyard). All Daryl had to do was explain that Carol was important to him and Team Family. To me it just created needless strife between a member from the Kingdom and Alexandria. I just thought it was stupid writting. I actually agreed with most of what Richard said, he knows this is a fight that’s worth fighting and must be fought.

@siancore @loveniaimani Richonne is sailing on the high seas and I’m a willing passenger. 🤗

anonymous asked:

If you have LGBT+ friends (as you once said) Why do you make fun of people in that community?

You’re half right here, anon. Yes, I do have LGBT+ friends. But, I’m actually not sure what you’re referring to when you say “make fun of people in that community.” Care to elaborate? Regardless, I will attempt to answer your question to the best of my ability.

 

To begin with, I’d like to point out how you’re implying that in order be friends with someone you must agree with all their life choices and personal beliefs. That’s simply not how the adult world works. My problem with the LGBT+ community however, lies with “gender identity.” I refuse to support the recent trend in identifying as a blue washing machine or a bisexual My Little Pony she/he. If by “making fun of them” you mean me calling them out on their bullshit, then so be it. If logical rebuttals are “mean” then you have a weak reasoning system and a fragile mind. I will not bow to ignorance nor ignore basic biology to save the feelings of another, I do not care if I offend anyone in the process. Neither is it my fault if they look like a total idiot when confronted or mirrored.

 

This moves to me my final and probably most important argument, belonging to x group does not exclude you from jokes or criticism. It’s comical to me how “oppressed” groups claim they’re strong and independent yet, they need to be protected from all “hate” and challenging them is a universal ‘no no.’ This in itself is contradictory and frankly, treating these people as if they’re defenseless babies weakens them. You do not get special treatment for being different. Clearly you’ve been following me for some time considering you remember the post where I answered an anon asking if I had any LGBT+ friends, and if that’s the case you should realize by now that I do not cherry pick who to “make fun of.” If you’re wrong, you’re gonna get called out regardless of who you are. Anyone playing the victim card is barking up the wrong tree.

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anonymous asked:

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (ง'̀-'́)ง (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ ◕‿◕

THANK YOU FOR ALL THE QUESTIONS!!! :D

¯\_(ツ)_/¯: do you have any tumblr friends? if so, who are they?

I’m assuming this question means pple I know from face-to-face interactions??? But yes I do, they are @recyciedtrash, @youmeandhistory, and @somewhere-between-thelines and I love them all very dearly <3

I have the best friends in the world, they’re really amazing ^-^

(ง'̀-‘́)ง: are you okay?

Mostly? XD I’m actually sick right now, which sucks. Yesterday was horrible but I’m doing a lot better today! 

(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻: how do you let your anger out?

Hmm it depends how angry I am. Mostly I call my parents to rant and go for walks, and I’m usually fine after I’ve had time to cool down. But if I’m really, really mad I scream into a pillow ^^;

◕‿◕: what is your guilty pleasure?

Does reading killugon fic count? Haha  

The only other thing I can think of is having hot chocolate bc I love that drink more than life…I don’t have that many guilty pleasures!

(ask me? ^^)

pink-cutemallow  asked:

Kim:"Hey" :3

I’M FINALLY GETTING TO THIS IM SO SORRY

1. First impression: Is this a rp blog or is it a personal blog?
2. Truth is: Doesn’t matter!!! Mus is sweeter than honey and too precious for this world.
3. How old do you look: Never seen you
4. Have you ever made me laugh: Yes
5. Have you ever made me mad: No
6. Best feature: You’re kindhearted and too adorable
7. Have I ever had a crush on you: No
8. You’re my: Super optimistic friend
9. Name in my phone: It would probably be Pinky or Mallow
10. Should you post this too? I know you did 

I may not be his first love, but he loves me more than anyone else and that’s what matters. We have goals, a deeper connection than ever before. Yes we argue, but at the end no matter what we talk it out. We never let anything get between us. We are each others world, each other’s best friend. He’s my laugh, my smile, my butterflies and sometimes my tears. We would do anything for each others happiness. He makes me feel like a Queen, and I’m glad to have my King by my side through thick and thin.
At Lois Lane’s funeral

DC Comics: So, Superman… how’s it going?

Superman: Well, you know, my wife’s dead. I’m taking it pretty hard–staying with my parents for a while so I have someone to talk to…

DC Comics: You gonna do… y’know… the thing?

Superman: What thing?

DC Comics: You know, the thing?

Superman: Oh, yes, I’ll definitely be spending lots of time with my friends, as well as helping people as best I can. It’s hard, but it’s what Lois would’ve wanted.

DC Comics: No, c’mon, the thing! When are you doing the thing?

Superman: What thing?

DC Comics: When are you gonna snap and take over the world as a dictatorial tyrant? An all-powerful overlord, ironically twisted from great good into pure evil, with only Batman to…

Superman: You… think I’d turn evil? Me? The guy who’s regularly referred to as a boy scout, because he’s so moral, to the point that other superheroes comment on it?

DC Comics: Yeah, but… your wife died. C’mon!

Superman: So you think I’m some sort of dangerously unhinged potential threat, who’s only one step removed from becoming an evil villain? Isn’t that the philosophy of Lex Luthor? Not to mention the Joker?

DC Comics: Okay, but what ifffffff… Lois was pregnant at the time?

Superman: I’m not going to betray my most deeply held convictions, convictions Lois and I shared, and dishonor her memory, no matter how many additional tragedies you pile onto me losing the love of my life. I’m Superman. I’m better than that.

DC Comics: But c’mon! It would make you so much more interesting!

Superman: Really? Because someone being proven a hypocrite and giving into temptation when tested, to the point of abandoning all their principles and becoming some generic megalomaniac, sounds like a huge cliche to me. It sounds like someone who stops trying when they’re confronted with loss, not someone who keeps fighting, who keeps searching for ways to do good, who keeps trying to find truth and justice in the world no matter how hard they are to find. So I think I’ll just mourn my wife’s loss, endure this pain, and then carry on being the man she helped me become.

DC Comics: Okay… so, when are you going to start dating Wonder Woman?

Superman: Get out.

DC Comics: Oh? Have you finally gone kill-crazy?

Superman: No, but we’re at her funeral. She can hear you.

Zombie Lois Lane: MOTHERFUCKERRRRR!

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can I please have a written ship w Monsta X & GOT7? I struggle w meeting new people, but I'm a very loving, dedicated friend, & I have strong humanitarian sentiments. I do my best to stay open-minded & accepting, & I'm always interested in learning new things & hearing new perspectives. I'm very patient w my loved ones. I deeply value kindness. I want to learn and experience the world as much as I can. However, I can get a little intense & philosophical at times. Thank you so much!

Hello lovely anon, yes of course you may!

For Monsta X, I ship you with…I.M.!

I.M. is a very observant person in my opinion, and I feel like he would always want to know your opinions on things even if it’s something as stupid as blue vs. black shoelaces. He would really admire your sweet and loyal nature, because I think he is like that too. Your beautiful perspective of the world would get him thinking a lot, and he would be one to always tell you how much you mean to him (:

Originally posted by kihyeun

and for Got7, I ship you with…Jinyoung!

Jinyoung can appear serious a lot of the time, but I think it’s just because he is a very thoughtful and perceptive individual. He cares for people a lot and would admire your similar perspective. Your eagerness to learn would be so endearing to him, and he would always be telling you stupid random facts or asking to learn about your hobbies. 

Originally posted by sweet-flawless-silence

Dear Phandom

Do you ever just have those moments where you just take in how much Dan and Phil mean to you? Even better, how much they mean to EACH OTHER? Best friends, conquering the world together and yet getting through the days like everyone else. The spark, the trust, the bond, the cooperation, the compassion, the happiness.

Do you ever just want to CRY over how many times Phil would have cheered Dan up through his depression? Can you even FATHOM the amount of times that Dan has looked at Phil with the utmost respect, care and GENUINE love. Heck, he looked UP to Phil. Dan must think he is the luckiest guy in the world to have scored a friend like Phil. They just make each other so immensely happy. I think that the bond Dan and Phil share, whether just platonic or not, is the most beautiful thing in the world.

OKAY I GET THAT LUCAYA IS IMPORTANT FOR YOU PEOPLE BUT RILEY IS SUFFERING AND ITS SO OBVIOUS THE WAY SHE SAYS “I’m tired” SHE SET ASIDE HER FEELINGS FOR MAYA.
YES I REALIZE MAYA HAS DONE THE SAME FOR HER BUT WHEN RILEY UNDERSTANDS WHAT’S GOING ON SHE COMPLETELY BACKS OUT FOR HER BEST FRIEND TO HAVE A CHANCE.

SHE’S DEPRESSED
SHE NEEDS LOVE
SHE NEEDS HELP
WE NEED A RILEY PROTECTION SQUAD

“Wait, do you have any idea as to why I want to be with him so much?”

“You love him of course you want to he with him”

“No, it’s not like that. I mean partly, yes. But mostly, I want to have someone I can call every time I’m fighting with my best friend, when the universe is too heavy for my shoulders, when I’m sinking to the deep blue ocean, and when I feel as if the world seems — bleak”

—  I crave that.

Ashton, I’m pregnant.” When those words left your mouth you saw his eyes light up. He was smiling really hard and you didn’t understand why. You two were very young to have a baby and when you found out, you were freaking out because you didn’t know what to do. But unlike you, Ashton looked more than happy. “Why are you smiling? We’re too young to have a baby!” You exclaimed and he put his hands on your shoulders and told you to breathe. “I want this baby, (y/n). Yes, we’re very young but we’ll be the best parents in the world, I promise. I’m so excited to be a father and the fact that you’re the mother of my child makes everything even better. I love you.”

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Time doesn’t stand still nor does it wait for anyone.

Many of us, me included as well… Spend countless days trying to find the right time to say something or try thinking of way to say it. We in act how we want conversations to go, and anticipate the reaction the other shall give. But why do we place barriers on sharing how we feel or what is on our mind.

If you allow those barriers to stop you from expressing and sharing, then i say you break them down right now. Don’t waste time anticipating whats not even going to happen

Go remind those who you love, that you do love them and that they mean the world to you. Let them know that you love them. Yes we all know we love our family or are partner or our best friend. But have you taken the time out and said “I love you.” With meaning and whole heartedness. Even if you have go do it again, no one ever gets tired of hearing they are loved.

Is there someone you haven’t spoken to, that you wish to reconnect with. Pick up that phone right now and make the call. Tell them that you would like to sit down or hang out or what ever you guys like to do. Share those moments. Chances are they are probably thinking the same thing and wanted to message you as well.

That special someone who is always there for you, say thank you and how happy you are for them…

If on the other hand something is bothering you that you don’t like, speak up and share it. Don’t let your well being go down the drain.

Feelings and emotions are powerful that they subconsciously control us.

Share what you feel and feel open to letting others share with you. At the end of the day a few nice words never hurt anyone. Its quite the opposite it can make someones day.

So don’t let moments to share slip through your fingers as fast as time does. 

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Can I just say… I have the best friend in the WORLD.  On of my oldest, dearest friends from high school is in NYC on vacation (and doing a little of her own celeb reconnaissance while she’s there) and she heard that TMNT2 was filming nearby her hotel so she asked me if she should try to go see Stephen. I told her YES and to get me an autograph.  AND SHE DID.  Here he is signing it and her pic of the goods. This is the best second-hand celeb moment of my LIFE.  

THANK YOU ANGELA. 

On bitterness and jealousy

Someone recently asked me if I felt bitter about the fact that newer younger writers were being published who were being treated better, or had better marketing, or had better reviews and were far more successful than I was. And I was actually surprised by this question. When I said no, this person pushed me and said “But how do you keep from being bitter? How do you keep from feeling angry at the world?”

This I understand. I’ve published a 3 book trilogy that I loved. However, they were neither award winning nor bestselling. Am I bitter? No. Am I regretful. Yes. I love my books. I wish they could have been loved by more people. I wish I could be an award winning, best selling author.

But… maybe that’s not my lot in life, and that’s okay. Maybe if I were a best selling award winning author, I’d become a big-headed egotistical diva that unfollows all her friends on twitter so it looks like I’m special and only follow a few people, and that would not be okay. Maybe I would act like my shit don’t stink and would tell people “I’ve written 3 books assholes get a life,” and that would not be okay. Maybe I would go to an event and pitch a huge shit fit and storm off just because my diet coke was not chilled to the exact 35 degree temperature, and that would definitely not be okay. You see, sometimes success changes people into the type of jerk you cross the street to avoid and that would be the last thing I would ever want.

My philosophy is simple, celebrate other people’s good fortunes and mourn their losses as if they were your own. Don’t worry about what is on another person’s plate, be happy with what you’ve got. And if you aren’t? Work harder to achieve your own happiness. Bitterness and jealousy is a waste of time and I’m too old to waste any more time deliberately being unhappy. Life will dish out enough sadness without us having to manufacture any more of it.

I’ve found my own definition of success and I’m going to continue to do what I do because I love it. And I hope to continue to mentor a whole new generation of young diverse writers who are even more successful than I am, and if that is my legacy, I will deem myself to be the most successful writer I could have hoped to become. And I will have no regrets.

Best intentions - part 2

Calum (Frat boy! Calum)

Requested: yes

 - Will you please do a second part to best intentions I just read and it was amazing!!:)

 - Will you do a part two to best intentions.

 - are you going to do part 2 of old friends? it was so good!

Part 1

Girls POV

The world was ending. Well, perhaps not, but I was feeling like it was in a way I really should have considered last night – downing those drinks were not the slightest in my favour.

I might have well have been sick on my brain, my thoughts groggy as I grimaced, squinting in the dimmed room. It took a minute to recognise, I had no clue where I was and I could be in China for all I knew as I began to stir – my whole body protesting as I groaned internally. I laid there for a few minutes, trying to make my world stop spinning until I realised. My head was moving up and down. The thumping was not in fact my brain trying to punish me for drinking. I slowly turned in horror, realising I was sleeping with someone, on someone. My heart dropped as I let out a surprised yelp and scrambled away from Calum as he jolted awake. I landed with a thump on the floor, pain spreading around my lower as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.

 “Oh, morning!” He said, his tone still startled and his voice thick with sleep.

 “M-morning.” I stuttered, hastily beginning to pick my things up, including my dress, causing me to look down in surprise and confusion.

 “I- uh, it’s mine.” He scratched the back of his head as mine pounded.

 “Well, um, thanks for the party.” I mumbled as I made a beeline towards the door.

 “Wait! Don’t rush off!” He was on his feet in seconds, by the door as he caught my arm. “You can stay for breakfast if you want.” His grip softened as I tried not to look at him. I didn’t need a mirror to know what I looked like, knotty hair with mascara smeared down my cheeks.

 “Thanks but I really should, I don’t want to,” I caught sight of him properly, pausing as I breathed heavily and got caught up in his gaze. His eyes were still half open with sleep, his beautiful curls rumpled messily. His white t-shirt was crumpled, the left side of his tanned chest showing more than the other due to the lopsided nature of the v-neck. I forgot my train of thought, instantly lost in his chocolate eyes as we stood and stared at each other. “Impose.” I breathed out the last word as I shook my head to break the contact.

“Thanks again.” I rushed down the stairs and was out of the door before he could do anything; hearing a slight “Y/N, wait!” and silently cursing myself as I walked back to my house. It was too early for the campus to be awake so I thanked that.

Why do you always have to make a fool of yourself? I thought angrily as I entered, heading straight for my room as I threw myself onto my bed, head buried in a pillow and desperately tried to remember any main events from last night.

And two hours later, there was still nothing. I sighed in defeat, sitting up as my head rushed again. After pints of water and paracetemol, I was back on my feet and finally looked in the mirror, confirming what I earlier thought.

I headed for the shower, deciding it was the best thing for me right now as the water ran down my body, washing off last night. It was instant relief, brushing my teeth as I rinsed the shampoo out and humming to my music. I didn’t have to focus on anything else.

 Calums POV

 All my nerves settled in the centre of my stomach as I walked slowly up to the door. Hesitating first, I knocked loudly as I tried to run over what I had to say to her, again.

I knew that last night shouldn’t have happened, the kiss and all. I knew she’d regret it and even if I only managed to stutter out “I’m sorry.” It was better than the oblivious silence we both seemed to have assumed.

A girl I didn’t recognise answered, sneering at me as I asked to see Y/N.

“No boys, sorry.” She began to shut the door as she said it, obviously not meaning it.

“At night, actually.” I said back, stopping the door with my hand as I gently pushed past her. She protested but I was tired, and I just needed to tell Y/N what I had to say before it was left for too long and it was unsalvageable.

I knew where her room was, having entered it once at a party of theirs, back when we’d both moved in, newbie’s, as I had laid eyes on her and heard her voice and learned her ways and developed the completely infatuated state I was now in.

I knocked gently, the girl at the door having given up as I scaled the stairs in seconds. I heard a slight noise inside, slowly opening the door to see her back to me, blow drying her hair. She stopped it a few seconds later, standing to plug in her straighteners as I coughed slightly, causing her to scream a little and jump. I smiled apologetically as she looked down, embarrassed.

“Sorry, I, um, I knocked on your door-“

“It’s ok.” She smiled, still not meeting my eyes.

“Look I’m really sorry about last night and everything-“ I began as she also started.

“Calum, I’m so sorry.” We both stopped abruptly, gesturing for the other to go on. She eventually did.

“I wasn’t trying to be rude this morning. I really appreciate it, everything, but I just wanted to – um – look better before I had a real conversation with you.” Her sheepish smiles made me want to pull her close and chuckle deeply but it wasn’t the time for my clouded thoughts.

“No, it’s fine. Not that you. Looked bad or anything. In fact, you looked great this morning. Not in a weird way or anything. I just. Wanted to check you were ok. Not in a creepy way-“ I rambled whilst my thoughts went wild. Never in your life have you rambled. What is this girl doing to you? You sound like an idiot. Stop talking. Stop it. STOP IT. You’re embarrassing yourself, for god’s sake. Breathe.

“Calum,” She giggled quietly, cutting me off as I smiled gratefully. She pointed to her bed. “You can sit down, if you’d like.”

She began to straighten her hair.

“I’m sorry about your shirt too, I was going to wash it and bring it back, you know, it just smelt like alcohol – not great if you know what I mean.”

“Keep it.” I smiled warmly, watching her as she did her stuff.

“So, last night huh. Did anything happen?” Her eyes were trained on herself in the mirror, luckily as a moment of confusion passed on my face.

“Uh- no.” I started as she turned around alarmed.

“Liar liar.”

“You don’t remember anything?” I asked, slightly in disbelief.

“I feel like if you told me something had happened, I would remember it happening, but no.” Her hair began to fall sleek down her back.

“You asked me to stay with you – otherwise I wouldn’t have slept in the same bed as you but I just fell asleep.”

“It’s ok,” she had hard concentration on her face as she tried not to burn herself. “Why did I ask you to? Did I say?”

“Um, Jason.” Her face fell immediately, remembering as I asked curiously, “You didn’t just see him – did you? What did he do? You said you didn’t want him to come back and do anything.”

“He, came and said hello.” She said as I looked at her, eyebrows cocked as I knew there was more. “He tried to kiss me, ok? He had me pushed in a corner, kissing my neck and I clearly wasn’t enjoying it. Luke pulled him off, though he didn’t recognise me. He just saw an uncomfortable girl.” I growled, hatred growing as she turned around to look at me properly instead of in the mirror.

“But Calum? Calum.” She repeated it as I was lost in angry thoughts, reacting to let her know I was listening. “I didn’t tell you this because I wanted you to go and kill him, okay?”

“Why did you then?” I asked, breaking through my red vision to focus on her again.

“Because I trust you and because I know I can tell you stuff. Don’t do anything. Seriously.” All fury disappeared in a second as my body warmed. She can tell you stuff. My heart beated fast every second as I nodded furiously.

She finished, turning the straighteners off as she sat down next to me.

“But there’s something else. What else did I do?” I furrowed my brows as I looked at her. “Come on Calum, just tell me. I know there’s something else.”

I looked down guiltily and didn’t answer. She gasped her eyes wide as she guessed.

“I kissed you, didn’t I?” No answer. “Oh my god. I tried to have sex with you.” I nodded bleakly as she shoved a hand through her newly washed hair. It glinted in the light.

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine, honestly.” I tried to comfort her, putting a hand on her shoulder as it moved with every quick breath.

“Yeah, actually, you might be used to it. Girls are always throwing themselves at you anyway.” I froze, words coming up like vomit as I blurted out.

“Maybe, but none of them matter like you do.” She turned around, her eyes huge as she whispered,

“What?” I looked down, fear overcoming me. That was not the plan.

“I- uh, you, um.” I stuttered, red rising up my cheeks as she clambered in front of my crossed legs, her face completely opposite.

“Calum?” she dragged out my name in question as I fought to meet her gaze.

“You might as well know, ok? Really.” I threw up my hands, running them through my hair and leaving a messy trail.

“I really like you, Okay? No, just listen.” She tried to interrupt as I shushed her. “I think you’re beautiful, really beautiful, especially this morning when you woke up in my clothes in my room, and you’re always so smart and I know all the boys want you and  you could easily have your pick, but I don’t want you to pick them I want you to pick me and I want you to know I wont ever treat you like Jason or those other assholes, I’d treat you like a queen and I’d always protect you from people like them-“ I was cut off suddenly by her soft lips. They were different from last night, precise instead of sloppy as she brought her hands behind my hair, tugging on it slightly as I moaned. She pulled away slightly, resting her forehead on mine and whispering as I gasped for breath.

“I know. You always will.”

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