you probably thought i forgot

Hello Everyone!!! It’s time for my extremely late Follow Forever. In March it was my blogs anniversary! (I cannot believe how long I’ve been with this blog) At the same time I also reached 1.6+ followers! :) I am very thankful for everyone who has stayed with me, and for those who have just recently found my blog. I am sorry I could’t be the best mutual for you guys, but I hope we can all stay happy and healthy together! :) 

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Okay listen up my USA and Canadian peeps! Here is what time you can expect the Until My Feet Bleed And My Heart Aches update to be by state/province. (It’s long) All times courtesy of google. I’m sure I got something wrong.

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Galavant + listening/talking to Isabella.

You know, I know a lot of people really want the revelation of Johnny being a spectral to be serious and dramatic, but I kind of hope it’s kind of anti-climactic and silly? Like Johnny and Max are arguing over something ridiculous and Johnny goes to yell at Max for an especially sarcastic remark, but fire comes out instead and singes the brim of Max’s hat.

There’s a beat of shocked silence before they start pointing at each other and screaming in terror and confusion.


      When I was in second grade I liked to gross boys out by eating flies and ants. Even the daddy long-legs once.                                                                     In junior high I stopped taking showers. My mom would say, “Why do you wanna treat your body with such disrespect?” I had no idea why. But now I do.                                                                                                                          You probably thought I forgot, but I remembered everything you did to me. Sometimes I thought maybe you forgot, but you were a grown man at the time you molested me. If you’re a Christian, and I think you are, then I think you know what awaits you.                                                                                                                            yours truly, little Katie next door                                                    Ask Me Anything (2014) dir. Allison Burnett

I was tagged to do this by 4 lovely ladies… to you all my apologies for answering this so late!! And you thought I forgot about this, well, you probably did! lol

Rules : Answer the 11 questions given to you ( below my answered questions) then create your own 11 questions and tag 11 people to answer them. Always post the rules

So this turn out to be 44 questions! I tagged each 4 of you with the questions you asked. Ok, here I go,,, under the cut, because this is really gonna be long! haha

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me: (writing fanfic) hey, that’s a pretty good line

me: …where did I steal it from

nu13  asked:

Hiya! Whenever you have the time (no pressure at all if you don't feel up to it!!) could you draw Nu-13? :0 Your art is absolutely lovely!! <3

I know this is long overdue and you probably forgot about this and thought i forgot about this but I didn’t. I’m so sorry.

I hope this looks ok! Also thank you very much! That means a lot to hear!

anonymous asked:

Can I get the GOM + Kagami proposing to their so in highschool & they reply to ask again in 6 years because they're still too young, six years exactly later they propose again and their so is in shock because they could've sworn they were joking?

Uuuah this is very cute! And that is some dedication right there. Most of these boys would probably be… 22 years old during this? I am putting this under a cut because it’s much longer than I expected.

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Nicole Wallace trying to convince Tony Goldwyn to run for office on The View 5.7.15

Happy Birthday-Bruce Wayne Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Fluff

Originally posted by writers-square

   For the first time in twenty-six years, I didn’t really want anything for my birthday. I suppose that kind of thing happens to a lot of girls when they wind up dating a billionaire who spoils them against their will. At first, it was nice to find a Cartier box waiting on my bed when I got home along with a sweet note, but after four years, I began to feel guilty for allowing Bruce to spend so much money on him since I was certainly not in the position to reciprocate the favor. Fortunately, Bruce eventually lessened the frequency of giving me presents and limited himself to Christmas and, of course, my birthday. Unbeknownst to him, I thought he was the best present a girl could ask for. He was protective, kind, understanding, and incredibly seductive. To the rest of Gotham and the world, he was just a charming, rich cradle robber but to me, he was the finest boyfriend ever. Unfortunately, it seemed as though I was going to be his girlfriend forever because as much as I loved him and being with him, our relationship felt stagnant. Whenever I brought up the subject of marriage, he would always go into how he was Batman and that me being his girlfriend already put me in danger, but marriage factored in children that his enemies could use against him as well. So, I dropped it and never brought it up again. On the other hand, a marriage proposal was the only thing I wanted for my birthday.

    I maintained a calm, happy composure when Alfred opened the door and let me in on the late morning of my twenty sixth birthday. “Good morning, Alfred.”
    “Good morning, Y/N, and happy birthday.”

     “Thank you.” I stepped in and smoothed out my skirt. “Is Bruce in?”

     “Yes; he’s in the living room,” Alfred said.

     “Thank you.”

      I wandered through the massive house for a moment, wondering what it was like for Bruce to grow up here. I was too busy staring at the architecture and different art work to realize when I had wound up in the living room.

     “You have been here countless times and are still fascinated by my home,” Bruce teased in his serious, deep tone.

      I blinked and found my older boyfriend sitting on the couch, wearing a blue button down and black trousers. “It is gorgeous.”

     He stood and I walked over to him and lightly kissed his mouth. I felt a little jolt shoot through me and smiled a little. Not many couples kept a spark after four years into a relationship.

      “You look stunning,” he said.

       I rolled my eyes. “I can’t possibly. I was running around after Louis all morning and I’m surprised that I don’t have a ton of dog hair all over me.”

     Bruce shook his head. “No matter what you do, you look beautiful.”

     I smiled at his words, but couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t say those three magic words to me.No one had forgotten my birthday today: my parents left a cheesy voicemail of them harmonizing “Happy Birthday, Y/N”; my sister FaceTimed me from Thailand; and several family members and friends left me birthday wishes on social media. Bruce couldn’t have possibly forgot; he remembered my birthday every year.

     “Thank you. So, what did you have planned for us to do on this special day?” I hoped that I was being subtle enough to jog his memory.

      “That is a surprise,” Bruce said.

      We went to the nicest restaurant for brunch, visited the art museum, and went to the aquarium. We spent hours together but not once did he tell me happy birthday. However, he had to know because why else would we spend this whole day together? At the end, Bruce surprised me with a trip to see the local showing of The Nutcracker. He gave me a stunning pink gown to wear to it. Even though I looked good, I felt sad on the inside. How could my so-called loving boyfriend not tell me “Happy Birthday”? We spent the whole day doing things as though he remembered my birthday but he didn’t acknowledge it.

     I managed to keep a good face for the Gotham press who was outside of the opera house. I smiled on the outside in spite of my crumbling feelings on the inside. Bruce kept his usually stoic expression as we walked up the steps to the opera house.

     “Y/N, Bruce, look over here!”

      “You two look stunning!”

      “Mr. Wayne, look over here!”
      “Have you proposed yet?”
       And that felt like the final blow to my body. It might have seemed overdramatic to anyone else but not having my birthday acknowledge on top of not receiving any show of commitment from Bruce sent me reeling. However, I managed not to break down during the performance or when Bruce shot the reporter who asked about proposing a smirk. Though the ballet was beautiful, I couldn’t really enjoy it and Bruce picked up on it as we were getting driven back to Wayne Manor.

      “Did you not enjoy it?”
      “No, it was beautiful. I’ve always wanted to see The Nutcracker,” I said.

       “Oh, good. You just seem quiet today,” Bruce said.

      “I’m just tired.”
       He knew I was lying, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t say anything until we got inside the sprawling estate house. The lights were dimmed and seemed romantic.

       “Where’s Alfred?” I asked.

       “I gave him the rest of the night off.” Bruce took off his black suit jacket and folded it over his arm. “As long as he did me a favor.”
      “Oh, what kind of favor?”

       “A big one.” Bruce kept his hand on my lower back as he guided me through the house. “You probably thought that I forgot about your birthday, but it’s actually the furthest thing from the truth. In fact, I’ve been planning this day for the past two weeks.”

       “Um, why did it take two weeks?”

       “Because I wanted everything to be perfect.”

        Bruce led me to the dining room and my jaw dropped. Set in the middle of the table was a large—-no doubt, white velvet—–cake with a ton of lit candles all over it. 

       “You’re Sixteen Candles-ing me right now?” I whispered.

       “There’s probably a better way to word that, but yes.”

       Slowly, I walked over to one side of the table, slipped off my heels, and crawled on, staring at the cake with a wild smile on my face. Bruce did the same on the other side.

      “Well, go ahead, make a wish.”
       I closed my eyes, thinking only one thing, and blew out the candles. “Don’t you dare ask me what I wished for because I would never jinx it,” I teased.

      Bruce laughed a little and looked down. “I must say that I never expected to end up with a woman like you, Y/N. You’re incredibly intelligent, reliable, loyal, and you refused to let me push you away when I was first getting to know you.” Bruce looked up at me. “When Selina introduced us, I thought that you were going to be like her—”

       “A sort-of villain?”

       “No, more sneaky and someone with unclear motives, but you’re the complete opposite. You are one of the few people I feel as though I can trust,” Bruce said. “And trust,” he reached into his pocket, “is very important in a relationship.”

       He held a small robin’s egg blue ring box in his hand. My hands flew up to cover my mouth in surprise. So many emotions flew through me but the one I clearly recognized was happiness.

       “Y/N, will you marry me?” Bruce asked.

       I moved my hands down to my lap. “Yes, of course, yes.”
      He slipped the large silver diamond ring on that finger before kissing me. I smiled as I held him close and kissed him back. I had no idea I could feel so happy; it felt as though fireworks were going off inside me.

      “You do know that it’s not going to be easy. A lot of people will want to come after you because they know I’m close to Batman,” Bruce whispered.

     “I don’t care; I’m ready to deal with that if it means I’m with you.”

      At my words, Bruce smiled and ran his hands through my hair. “I love you so much.”

      “I love you, too.”

      “And Y/N? Happy birthday.”

       It was safe to say that my twenty sixth birthday was probably going to be my favorite.

“The Only [First] One” Xiumin/You

for porschelsea (you probably thought i forgot but i didN’T!!!) who wanted a thing about minseok being Your first boyfriend a while back.

title 75% from exo’s Call Me Baby. vague college-au (because we both in college bro, a gift for all those tests you finished!)

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Request by the lovely @kadialmutairi

You probably thought I forgot about you, babe, cause it’s been forever lol. I’m sorry if I haven’t gotten to everyone’s requests yet, but I promise I am working on them! But here is Malum/4, I hope you like it xx


“I’ll be right back,” Michael murmurs, his voice just barely audible over all of the noise in the club.

You nod and he turns and walks toward the front entrance. Michael loves to go out and party, but sometimes he’s just not in the mood and you understand that. On some nights, like tonight, you find that he’ll often step outside to get some fresh air and avoid the crowds for a minute or two.

You are sitting at the bar, your eyes roaming the crowd of people as you sip on your drink. Michael’s driving tonight, so he hasn’t had any alcohol, which might play a part in why he doesn’t seem to be enjoying himself. You’d offer to be the D.D., but you’ve already had four drinks, and you’re definitely a little tipsy.

You see someone sit in the empty barstool beside you, and you turn to see a middle aged man staring at you with a creepy smile plastered on his face.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he says, his voice low. “Lookin’ for a date?”

You shake your head as you turn your attention back to the crowd. “No, I came here with someone,” you inform him.

He just laughs, but he doesn’t seem amused. “What kind of boy leaves a pretty woman like yourself sitting here all alone? Why don’t you come with me and I can show you what it’s like to be with a real man, hmm?” 

You let out a disgusted gasp when you feel his hand squeeze your thigh. You immediately turn toward him and throw what’s left of your drink in his face, effectively shutting him up and making him let go of you.

You hop off of your stool and walk toward the door. Now Michael isn’t the only one not having a good night. You hate creepy men, especially when they can’t take a hint.

You push open the heavy door and walk out into the cool, night time air. You glance around for your boyfriend, and almost turn to go back inside before you finally see him leaning against a wall a few feet away.

It takes you a few seconds to realize that it is him, though, because he is holding a cigarette between his fingers. You’ve never known him to smoke. How has he been hiding it all this time?

You walk over to him and when he sees you, his eyes go wide and he immediately drops the cigarette and stomps it out.

“You smoke?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

He looks away, clearly ashamed that you’ve discovered his dirty little secret. He nods, his eyes looking anywhere but you.

You hold out your hand. “Give me the cigarettes,” you command.


You shake your head. “No buts, Michael.”

He sighs before reaching into his pocket and pulling out what’s left of his carton. He reluctantly hands it to you, along with his lighter.

You smirk and take one of the cigarettes out of the packet before putting it to your lips and lighting it. You inhale the smoke, and then let it leave your lips slowly before turning back to look at Michael.

His mouth is agape and he seems completely dumbfounded. You just laugh and pass the carton back to him.

You smile sweetly at him as you bring the cigarette to your lips again before saying, “You aren’t the only one with secrets, you know.”


“Cal, I can’t find my jacket!” You yell frustratedly as you search your closet for the thousandth time.

You only have one jacket that’s actually useful for keeping you warm rather than just fashionable, and you seem to have misplaced it.

“Just wear one of mine!” Your boyfriend yells from downstairs.

The two of you decided to go out on a ‘date night’ tonight since Cal has the night off from work. A night to yourselves is incredibly rare, so you don’t want to waste a second of it. 

You sigh and reach over to his side of the closet to grab one of his jackets. They’re pretty much all black, so at least they’ll match what you’re wearing. You slip his jacket on and zip it up. It’s way too big on you, but you don’t really care. At least you’re warm.

You’re about to go downstairs when you suddenly feel something unusual in the pocket of his jacket. You reach your hand in there and pull out a carton of cigarettes. You gasp.

You and Calum have been together for over two years, and have been living together for almost a year. How could you not have known that he’s started smoking again?

He used to smoke quite a bit before you started dating. He said that it helped him relieve stress when he was away on tour and such. Shortly after you guys got together, though, you asked him to stop. You can’t be around the smell of smoke because it makes you feel like you can’t breathe. He said he’d come to you if he ever felt like smoking again, but clearly he didn’t.

When you don’t go downstairs after a few minutes, Calum comes up to see what’s taking so long. He stops in the doorway when he sees you holding the cigarettes and his face falls. He knows he’s been caught.

“(Y/N),” he says. “I’m sorry.”

You shake your head, tossing the carton to the floor and walking toward him. You wrap your arms around his waist and he puts his arms around your shoulders.

“Why did you start again?” You ask, trying to keep your voice calm.

He sighs, his fingers instinctively reaching up and brushing through your hair. “I don’t know,” he answers.

You shake your head, your eyes trained on the floor. “I need a better answer than that, Calum.”

“It’s just,” he pauses as he tries to think of what to say before continuing. “I’ve been really stressed because of this new album, and I’m always at the studio and I feel like I’m failing you as a boyfriend. I just can’t seem to get any aspect of my life pulled together, and I’m sorry I didn’t come to you, but I just didn’t want you to be disappointed in me,” he says, speaking so fast you almost miss half of what he’s said.

You look up at him and see that expression has turned to guilt. “Cal, I love you. You haven’t disappointed me, okay? We all have our struggles, and I’m so proud of you for being strong enough to quit the first time. We’ll get through this.”

He nods. “I’m sorry.”

You offer him a half-hearted smile. “Don’t apologize to me,” you say. “Apologize to your lungs, they’re the ones you’re murdering.”

Calum pulls away from you and lifts up his shirt. He places his hand on his stomach and whispers an apology making you burst into a fit of laughter.

“That’s not even where your lungs are, babe,” you say, still giggling at how silly he is.

He shrugs. “They won’t know the difference.”

@jercmevaleska remember that time 4 billion years ago when i said i was going to write sirius @ jilys wedding angst?????? you probably thought i forgot about that and you’re RIGHT i did but then i remembered it again and i was going to post in on your birthday as some kind of horribly upsetting birthday present but i didnt finish it on time because exams, so like whatever this is belated but ily xxxx

‘You look shite in dress robes.’ says Sirius from the doorway, even though this is a definitive lie. James ignores him in favour of trying to sort out his hopelessly twisted collar.

‘You can either help me sort this bloody thing out or you can piss off.’ he says eventually, and Sirius snorts but obliges, walking over to straighten out the collar and button it up to the top. 

‘There,’ says Sirius once he’s finished, clapping James on the shoulder, ‘Very pretty.’ 

James just grins and puffs out his chest ridiculously. ‘Why thank you, Padfoot.’

‘Quick drink before we leave? Calm the nerves?’ 

James checks his watch. ‘Better not, hey? Would rather not be late to my own wedding. Besides, I don’t get nervous.’ 

‘You’re late too everything else. It might be fitting.’ says Sirius, trying to sound casual and teasing, but coming off as a little sulky instead. 

James, to his credit, just laughs easily. ‘C’mon, I can’t be late. Lily’s sister is going, pretty sure she’s waiting for an excuse to murder me in cold blood.’ he says, so Sirius follows him out. 

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