you do that dougie

Gerard Way has depression and was suicidal.

Mitch Lucker has severe social anxiety.

Alex Gaskarth has anxiety and panic attacks.

Austin Carlile lost his mother.

Andy Biersack was bullied as an adolescent.

Kellin Quinn came from a broken family.

Ronnie Radke was beaten and abandoned by his mother, and had drug problems.

Vic Fuentes had self-harm issues.

Oli Sykes was severely bullied.

Tom Fletcher has bipolar disorder and an eating disorder.

Dougie Poynter has depression and was suicidal.

If they can suffer through all of that and still be amazing, beautiful people, so can you.


McBusted -  Love Me Like You Do (Ellie Goulding Cover)

Taeyang’s dating profile xD (based on facts)

Name: Dong Young-bae (if you laughed at my 1st name and thought of male genitalia, don’t contact me).

Age:  27

Look people: Just because I’m dating right now, doesn’t mean I automatically don’t find other races attractive any more. I’m known for showing attraction and extra excitement and love towards my Black fans! Remember when I said in an interview that I always was attracted to Westerners (rather Black or White). I’m shy believe it or not and I live in Korea, I’m sure if there were a lot of Black women where I live, I would probably be married by now…just saying. You know I love you, don’t play.

P.S. I will do the dougie in my grave.

Sehun’s dating profile xD (based on facts)

Name: Oh Sehun

Age: 21

Apparently: no one knows shit about me, and apparently I only like White women?  But did you ask me? I love trap, rap and doing the nae nae, the dougie, I wear the hell out of snapbacks,  I love dancing hip hop, and my favorite song is Lloyd- Lay it down. I obviously watch a lot of rap music videos. I’ve been around Black fangirls, but I get so shy, I freeze up. Why? Only I know.


Video of Mcbusted covering Ellie Goulding. It’s rather lovely.

Anyone else kind of want to hear Danny sing the whole thing?

In the clubhouse, Lydia had been trying to track down a spider for the past half an hour, but no matter how many attempts she tried to smack it down with the book in her hand, she failed. It moved too fast and scurried away every single goddamn time and it was pissing her off. “Right then, you little shit,” She muttered, holding her book above her head, ready to attack the spider and kill it. She wasn’t squeamish – obviously, being a forensic pathologist and all, you see a lot and you have to get used to it – but she hated spiders. Who didn’t? But she wasn’t afraid of them of course. The next time she attempted it, the spider was too high up the wall for her short height. “For fuck sake, seriously?” Lydia groaned, even jumping of climbing up on the chair wouldn’t do any good.

However, eventually, after chasing the spider around the clubhouse for however long it took – to Lydia, it felt like forever – she finally conquered it as she snuck up on it (Though, she didn’t know if you could actually creep up on spiders…) and walloped it three times with her book, ensuring that it was dead. “Got you! Finally!” She cheered then, out of breath a little, body filled with adrenaline as she carried on laughing. “You thought you could get away from me? You were wrong! I always win.” She threw her arms up victoriously, smile wide. “Woohoo!”

Dougie was a mess; anyone with a brain could have figured that one out. This week in particular had been tough to say the least, but that party was the icing on the cake. And he still blamed himself for it, when it probably wasn’t his fault, and now he didn’t want to show his face to the rest of the world. With dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep; bruising from where Kian’s fist collided with his jaw; his jumper turned inside out and some of the paint from last night remained present across his cheeks, though a bit faded, it was a miracle that Dougie made it down the stairs without tripping, giving the fact that he was typically accident prone. Walking to the doors of the building, he desperately hoped that nobody saw him. All he wanted to do was stand outside for five minutes, have a breath of fresh air, let the cool breeze hit him and then go back inside where he can crawl under his blankets for the rest of the day. He was just glad it was his day off.

He sat himself down on the bench located not too far away from the complex. Dougie sat there, rubbing his eyes like his exhaustion could be wiped away just like that. A sigh escaped him as he felt the presence of someone else sit next to him. And before they could say anything and before he even looked to see who they were, he started his usual rambling.

“Look. If you’re here to strike up a conversation about shitting tires – sorry, but please don’t. If I knocked into you last night, I’m sorry. If you saw anything at all, that included me from last night, I’m sorry. If you got punched by someone as a result of whatever the hell happened last night, I’m sorry. If you got hurt last night, I’m sorry. If I pissed you off last night I’m sorry. I am sorry. Or, you know, if you weren’t even there at all and you just had to listen to this, I’m sorry.”

“What do you think?” Dougie asked with a laugh, tugging at his sleeves of his jacket, looking down at himself. “Was catching up with a friend and apparently they wanted to take me shopping because I need something new, which is a pile of crap if you asked me. But, I have a problem with saying no,” He explained, “And well, this is the result but I don’t know. Doesn’t feel right. Feels like I’m trying to act too cool and – well, I already know I’m not.” Shaking his head, he elicited another laugh as he continued to ramble. “I mean, who wears their shirt half tucked in? Either tuck it all in or have it all out. I must like look like a right twat.”