you two are really pretty and it's not fair

anonymous asked:

excuse me could you direct me to the gayest productions of hamlet? please & thank you

I am delighted by this message, bless you.

Hands down, it’s Hamlet at Elsinore (starring Christopher Plummer & Michael Caine as wee 20-somethings). You wouldn’t expect a 1964 production to be the gayest one ever, but it goes beyond plausible deniability to a true, actor-confirmed queer interpretation of Hamlet and Horatio. And just to sweeten the deal, it’s an amazing production that flows super well, has a GREAT Ophelia and Laertes, and has no gross Oedipus interpretations. By far my favorite filmed version of Hamlet.

[It’s *cough* totally not right here on Youtube]

Second place for level of gay is even older (1921) and German: the first filmed production of Hamlet, with Asta Nielsen playing the leading role. As it takes the premise that Hamlet’s birth sex was female but he was raised as male so the kingdom would have a prince, his clear attraction to and flirtation with his male companions was acceptable to its contemporary audience. But like. It’s a dude. Who’s clearly not into Ophelia and way into his guy friends. It’s pretty gay.

It’s really really great too, with gorgeous cinematography but is a German silent film so fair warning.

[It’s also totally not right here.]

(There are other very gay Hamlets I could have included. Maxine Peake’s is fab, and the RSC’s has some vibes. But these are the two that are also actual amazing performances, so they are always my #1 recs for queer Hamlet.)

I like how z nation started by having male counterparts for its two main female charac ters (mack for addy and charlie for warren) which left warren in this undefined second in command role, and addy relegated to ‘girlfriend character’ who didn’t spend enough time away from mack to get solid development. it was only after both male character were killed off that the two women got to really evolve as characters of their own, not to mention developing a fair amount of self-confidence and strength in canon. considering how much you see female characters killed off to further a male characters arc, its pretty refreshing.

I was running out of borrowed time. I could winnow, but then I’d abandon Lucien to them if he somehow couldn’t manage to himself with the faebane in his system from the food at the camp—
Leave him. I should and could leave him.
But to a fate perhaps worse than death—

His russet eye gleamed. “Go.”

 “You were a much better friend to me than I ever was to you, Feyre” WHAT COMPLETE AND UTTER FUCKING BULLSHIT. Though to be fair I considered her just leaving him in the first place pretty OOC for her? 

Feyre is angry and stubborn, yes, but she’s also deeply loyal, and she and Lucien have been united against these two for at least a few chapters now. She defended him from Tamlin not that long ago…But she thought that she should leave him to be tortured by the Hybern twins???? 

kittykitty-mewmeww  asked:

1/2 (God, is there a cap for sending in sin? I have so much sin to give today. Also, cap pun.) Bucky making a recording of him jerking off so when he's away you can get off to his moans, groaning your name. He's walked in on you with your earbuds in so often that you think it's only fair that he gets one of you. The first night on a mission he plays it and he's so caught up in it that he doesn't hear Steve come in to debrief. He's hard as a rock without even touching himself

(2/2) and then senses someone standing at the doorway. Steve’s there, frozen, jaw clenched and looking pretty hard himself. Sometimes super hearing is really helpful, other times it’s a curse, making you hear your best friends gal whimper and tell him about all the ways she wants the two of them to touch her and make her feel good. The next mission, you wink and hand him his phone - he didn’t even know you took it. But there’s an audio file that wasn’t on there before

and the next mission after that, it’s a facetime call from your favourite supersoldiers - Gen 

Sinful Sunday™

Because I love you

Originally posted by eric-imagine

Pairing: Eric x reader
Prompt: Your relationship with Eric had always been less then conventional but things take a dramtic turn after a brutal fight reaches a tipping point with a power full confession.
Fandom: Divergent series
Word count: 8,885…( oops,sorry not sorry)
Warning: Nothing other than strong languge, mentions of drinking, and i supose slight violence.


A/N: I’m so terrified to post this because i think it’s absolute trash but ive been working on it for a while and its time i take the leap. This is probably one of the first fics ive really ever spent a long time working on and so pretty please send me feedback and constructive critisism. Thank you and i really, really hope you enjoy. Also please look over any grammar issuse ive read and reread this like a million times but sometimes i over look things.


The fight between Eric and you had been brewing for weeks. Just waiting to rise to the surface when one of you snapped. To be fair, you two weren’t a couple, no your ‘relationship’ started as a one night stand which then evolved into regular fuck buddies. 

  But somehow, over the course of almost a year, casual hook-ups turned into something more. Something that involved true emotions and could no longer be labeled as just sex. You stopped seeing Eric less as just a narcissistic asshole, that was a good lay with a nice apartment, and more as an actual human being. You saw past his tough façade. There where nights where the two of you would just lay naked in bed cuddling, talking, and wake up the next morning, pretending that it was still just sex. 

 It wasn’t though, it stopped being just sex when you started spending the night with him instead of running home after the deed was done. It stopped being just sex when he gave you one of his dresser drawers to put clothes in and you put ash trays in your apartment for his occasional after sex cigarette. It especially stopped being just sex when you guys exchanged spare keys to your respective apartments.

  Everything was going great between you two, considering the situation, for a while. It was a daily routine you finished up working around the same time Eric got out of his office, the two of you would meet at one of the apartments and spend the rest of the evening together, most of the time it carried into the morning. You really couldn’t think of the exact reason why most nights where spent together. The fact that they usually ended with you two naked in bed, exchanging rough kisses and dirty word probably had a lot to do with it. But there was also the fact that you where one of the few people Eric wasn’t a total asshole too and you could put up with sometimes sour attitude and match his sarcasm.

  You and Eric both agreed that it was best to keep your hook ups private. There where multiple reasons why it was best to keep everything discrete when in the presence of others, and you tried to pretend it didn’t make your heart hurt when you thought about them. But that didn’t stop Eric from sometimes approaching the table in the dinning hall you sometimes sat at with Four, Tris, Will, Christina, Uriah, Zeke, and anyone else who decided to join. Of course his main goal was to torment Four but he also made sure to shamelessly flirt with you, to which you always responded with a ‘fuck off, Eric.’ A few sarcastic quips later he was off to make someone’s day miserable. Everyone always questioned how you managed to put up with him, you always faked a grimace and pretended that your heart didn’t beat a little faster when he was around.

   The Dauntless compound was thrown into complete chaos when Max was arrested. Eric, along with a few other dauntless leader, had been the one to step forward and reveal Jeannine plans when it came to Divergent. Of course all hell broke lose and she was arrested along with about 20 other erudite scientist that had been test serum illegally and helping with the plan of action. Max and another Dauntless leader where thrown in prison also. Make no mistake, you knew the main reason Eric did it was to gain more power, with Max gone Eric was now the second most powerful leader. Harrison was the man who was now head leader of the faction, he was to ‘retire’ in about a year and when he did Eric would take his place.

  But with his new position came a hundred more responsibilities and you could see the stress getting to him. Eric was more hostile than usual, if that was even possible. He seemed to be getting in more fights with the rougher dauntless, which put him on thin ice with Harrison. Even with you he was more aggressive something you found beyond agitating mainly because you of all people didn’t deserve it. 

  One evening after you got off work and found yourself wondering toward Eric’s apartment. He had called you earlier that day asking you to come over that night. Ever since every thing had gone down about a month ago, the two of you rarely saw one another. You where excited to spend time with him again, not that you would ever admit that to anyone.

  You where surprised when you let yourself in his apartment that he was already there. He was laying across his couch one leg thrown over the back, the other dangling over the armrest. A cigarette was lit between his lips and a glass of whiskey rested on his navel. You snorted at the sight of his lounging form, moving toward him you sat down on the one cushion he wasn’t occupying, throwing your bag on the floor. He moved his drink to the coffee table next to the couch and adjusted his position so his head now rested in your lap. You began absently minded playing with his gel filled hair, he practically melted under your touch.

 “Bad day?” You asked softly, just wanting to hear his voice. He simply grunted in reply and closed his eyes. Figuring you weren’t going to get a better answer you leaned your head back on the couch and relaxed, closing your eyes too.
 It was the fucking cigarette that started the fight. You weren’t a particular fan of them but you had plenty of habits and ticks that Eric hated, so you where willing to put up with it. But after a few moments of continuous smoke floating in your face you grew irritated.

 “Eric common..” You grumbled, you knew he knew exactly what was bothering you. A few more seconds passed and you could still smell  the smoke in the air. You opened your eyes and looked down at Him. His piercing steel gray eyes looked up at you with no emotion. You quickly realized he was in one of his weird moods, where he was a complete asshole for no reason. Eric was a dick majority of the time but he was down right evil when he was like this. 

 You continued your starring contest with him until finally he moved his hand from where is was resting on his chest and he grabbed the butt from between his lips. He took a long drag from it, killing what little was left, and moved it away from his lips. You had expected him to get up and put the cigarette out, but no instead he blew all the smoke up in your face. That upset you, but what really pissed you off was him placing the cigarette back between his lips and looking up at you smug.

 “Real mature, thank you very much for that.” Sarcasm dripped from your tone as you moved to stand up. Eric simply pressed his head harder into your lap, making it practically impossible to get up.

 “Eric, stop it! What’s your issue?” You where tired, hungry and losing patience. He eventually let up the pressure and allowed you to stand. You looked down at him and rolled your eyes, muttering the whole way to the kitchen about how ridiculous he was.

 Peaking into his cupboards you quickly realized that he had hardly any food. The package of instant noodles was the only thing that looked appealing. You grabbed a pot from another cabinet and turned the stove on. Turning around to put some water in the pot you jumped slightly when you saw Eric sitting on the counter watching you. He had made no sound when he came in and honestly it was a little unsettling how stealthy he was. You shook your head when you noticed a new cigarette dangling from his lips. After filling the pot and putting on the stove you turned to watch Eric, leaning against the counter opposite to him. You narrowed your eyes as you watched him pull the butt from his lips and tap the ash into a tray. 

  The moment you glanced away, to look the steaming water, was when he moved, jumping off the counter and rushing forward. You saw him move last minute out of the corner of your eye and lunged to the side to avoid him. But you weren’t fast enough and before you knew it he had you trapped between his body and the edge of the counter that was now digging into your back. His thick arms rooted themselves on either side of your head. He had a few inches on you and the close proximity forced you to have to slightly look up at him.

  He leaned his head back slightly so he could replace the previously removed cigarette. He moved his hand back to the other side of your face and used his teeth to hold it in place as he inhaled a drag. He blew the smoke out his nose. You squirmed and put your hand on his chest to push him back. He moved one hand and rested it on your hip and pulled the cigarette away with the other after taking another drag. You knew instantly what he was going to do.

  “Don’t you dare-” You didn’t even get to finish you sentence before he was taking advantage of your open mouth and pressed his lips to yours, letting the smoke flow from his lungs to yours. 

  You where livid as you pushed him away with all your force, choking on the smoke in your throat. 

 “Aww common ____ don’t be that way!” Eric was cracking up at your reaction as you turned the stove off and storming out of the kitchen. Eric sighed as he watched your retreating form, flicking the lit butt into the pot of water, he rushed after you.

 “____ Where are you going?” Eric yelled, bewildered from the kitchen. He grabbed onto your arm and turned you to face him. You yanked your arm away and crossed your arms.

 “Home Eric, I’m going home…” You said slowly

.  “Why?” He arched an eyebrow and reached for you again. You took a few steps back in order to avoid his grasp.

 “Because you have been acting like a douche lately and I thought tonight would be different but I guess I was wrong.” You said calmly as you walked to the couch and grabbed your bag from where you had left it on the ground.

   “Fine.. go, I don’t care.” Eric snapped as you walked to the door. You almost turned around and said bye, that is until you heard the tell-tale sound of him lighting another cigarette behind you. Instead you made sure to slam the door on your way out.

 The walk back to your apartment was long, seeing’s how it was all the way on the other side of the compound. By the time you got there you where even more pissed at Eric as you realized that half your shit had fallen out of your bag when you haphazardly through it on the floor. You knew your anger at Eric was unjust but you didn’t care. Thankfully your keys where still in the bottom of your bag.

 Eventually you would need to go back to his apartment and get what had fallen out of your purse, but right now the thought of facing him made you a whole new level of angry. Entering your apartment, you couldn’t even work up the energy to take a shower or make something to eat. Instead you laid across your bed, starring up at the ceiling, pretending you didn’t wish you hadn’t left his place.

 You successfully managed to spent the next five days avoiding Eric. It was the longest you had gone without talking to him in a while. Granted ever since his slight change in jobs, your nights spent together had been few and far in between. But even during the weeks you to couldn’t see each other, emails and call where still sent back and forth. Most of the time it was simply him bitching about Harrison and you calming him down but every once in a while he would sent you an email with a subject line that simply read ‘I miss you’. Since your fight you hadn’t heard anything from him.

 Your wallet had been on of the few things that had fallen out of your bag at Eric’s. Still to stubborn to go and get it you had been trying to just eat what was in your cupboards, but it was made apparent very quickly that you also had next to no food in your house. But still you powered on and found a way to make saltine crackers and canned vegetables taste good.

 On day six of avoid Eric you found yourself making the walk to his apartment. You where hungry and things where getting ridiculous. It was fairly late but you didn’t even know if he would be home.

 You stood in front of his door for a while wondering if you should just let yourself in or knock. Making up your mind you banged your first on the door. You leaned your head against the door way and waited. Just as you where about to pull your key out, the door was pulled open. You moved to stand up straight and came face to face with a shirtless, baggy sweatpants clad Eric. 

  “You have a key.” Was the first thing he said, he kept on hand on the wall and the other on the back of the door, ready to slam it shut at any moment. His breath smelled like alcohol.

  “Yeah i know i just..” You trailed off not knowing what to really say. Trying not to squirm under his harsh gaze, you shifted from foot to foot as he narrowed his eyes at you.

  “What do you want?” He said with a raised eyebrow.

  “I left my wallet here the other day.” You tried to keep your face blank.

   “Right…” Was all he had to say in response all he moved back slightly to let you in. Your shoulder brushed his chest slightly as you walked in, you could feel his gaze on your back, He closed the door behind you. You walked over towards the couch and sat down. Everything that had fallen out of your bag laid neatly on the coffee table. You watched Eric as he disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a beer in his hand.

  He sat down on an arm chair next to the couch and opened the beer. There where 5 bottles, that you could see, sitting on the table and next to his chair. But you knew better than to think that that was near enough to even get him buzzed. You could tell he had no intentions of speaking to you as he reached for a book that laid abandoned on the table. You shook your head and let out a humorless laugh as you realized how terrible an idea this had been.

 “I should go..” Was all you said as you moved to stand.

  “Oh.. running back to the stiff so soon.” As soon as the words left his mouth your head shot in his direction.

 “What the hell are you talking about?” You where so confused and he hadn’t even lifted his head from the book.

 “You know exactly what I’m talking about!” He yelled at you.

 “No Eric, no I don’t!”

 “I’m talking about you and Four, ____!” You had absolutely no idea what he was talking about and your face must have shown it because he seemed to grow increasingly angry.

 “Don’t play stupid, your fucking him!”  His words left you speechless, it felt like he had just slapped you across the face.

 “How in the hell did you come to the assumption that I’m having sex with Four? What from us hanging out while we weren’t talking? You realize how ridiculous that is right?” You where in complete shock.

  “Please I saw you two that morning all cuddled up sharing his food.” True disgust dripped from his words as he stood up. 

 Four was one of your best friends. He instantly knew something was up when you didn’t come to eat breakfast, lunch, or dinner for a few days during the time you didn’t have your wallet. He finally can to your apartment one morning and walked in on you trying to decide if you wanted tuna or macaroni for breakfast. After explaining the situation to him, making sure to leave out where exactly your wallet was and how you ‘lost’ it in the first place. You where only thankful he didn’t ask too many questions, even though you knew he didn’t believe your bullshit story.

 Four convinced you to come down to the dinning hall. The two of you shared his breakfast that morning, after you refused to let him buy you something to eat and he refused to let you go to work until you ate something. You guys did the same thing for lunch and breakfast the next day too. You hadn’t even realized that Eric was there.

 But you had absolutely no sexual or romantic feelings for Four. The two of you had a drunken make out session once, one night at Zeke’s party after initiation and woke up the next morning mutually off put by it.

 “Eric, we’re just friends, besides he has Tris. You know he would never cheat on her and I would never cheat on-” You cut yourself off before you even finished the sentence, but he knew what you where going to say.

 “Ha what where you going to say, ____? You wouldn’t cheat on who? Me?” He was laughing but there was no humor behind it. “We aren’t a couple, we are fuck buddies, nothing more.” You flinched slightly at his cruel words. 

 “Maybe you right Eric, but answer me this, if this is just sex then why do you care what i do with four so much?” In all the time that you had known Eric, you had never seen him as speechless as he was now.

 You stood there and waited for him to answer. But instead of responding, Eric let out what you could only assume was a grunt of frustration as he threw his half full beer at the wall. You watched numbly as the bottle smashed into a hundred pieces and beer splattered against the wall.


  The two of you fought for about three hours before you finally felt truly broken and gave up. You guys argued about everything from your ‘relationship’ with Four to Eric’s smoking habits and tendency to be a prick. You where exhausted and upset. You had almost forgot just how mean Eric could be. You guys where both brutal to one another. Eric had completely destroyed the living room, throwing some of many empty bottles and knocking things off the tables.

 “I give up.. I can’t.. I can’t do this right now.” You finally said sitting down on the couch. It was currently 2:39 am and you didn’t even have the energy to fight. Eric was drunk and still pissed off as he paced around the room.

 You laid down and curled your knees up too your chest. Eric suddenly stopped moving and looked in your direction. He huffed at your position and shook his head.

 “Just take my bed.” Was all he muttered, slightly slurring, before he disappeared into the kitchen for what felt like the 10th time that night. Your suspicions where confirmed as he reentered the room with yet another beer.

 “I’m going home..” You announced as you pushed yourself off the couch with next to no grace. 

 “Fine ____, do the 20 minute walk back to your place. You going to do whatever the hell you want it doesn’t matter what the fuck I say.” Eric sounded oddly calm as if this was some casual conversation.

 He glanced back at you and rolled his eyes, “Just fucking take the bed.” You couldn’t help but notice that he sounded as defeated as you where. 

  Standing there awkwardly for a few seconds, you finally nodded your head and retreated to his bedroom. You closed the door behind you and deflated. 

 Eric’s room was beautiful, just like the rest of his apartment. You could probably fit your whole living room in just his master bedroom. A California king sized bed, adorned with black silk sheets and a matching comforter, dominated one side of the room. A night stand stood on both sides. There was a sitting area near the door to the bathroom, with a black loveseat and a small round coffee table. bookshelves covered almost all of the charcoal grey walls. 

  Probably your favorite part of his room though was the French doors that lead to a large balcony. The view was amazing. The placement of it allowed you to see majority of the city and given how high up you where, you could see a little ways over the fence.

 You wondered over to the bed and slipped you boots off, soon followed by your pants and bra. crawling under the silk sheets and you curled up into a ball. As you laid there and thought about how shitty the past week has been a sudden wave of sadness passed through you. You replayed the last few hours in you mind over and over again. Squeezing you eyes to hold back your tears you tried to shove everything out of your head.  

 “Your heartless Eric, you have no emotions, no capability to feel. You’re a monster.” You screamed. Every word that left your lips was a lie and you knew it, but still you yelled them in his face.

 Eric flinched, actually flinched at your words and it broke your heart.

 “Maybe I am ____, but you’re a liar. Tell me how do you think Four, Tris and the rest of your little gang feel, knowing that your fucking me?” His words stung slightly and a feeling of guilt rose in your throat. Eric made Four’s life a living hell sometimes and now you where sleeping with him.

 You buried your head in his pillows and tried to block out everything. The fact that the pillows and blankets smelt like him didn’t help. You eventually rolled over on your back and just stared at the ceiling. The bed felt cold even despite all of the blankets. You stopped trying to get comfortable after you realized that the reason the bed was so freezing was because Eric’s warm body wasn’t pressed against yours.


 You got maybe 4 hours of sleep before you where woken up by Eric slamming things in the other room. You laid there with a pounding headache and let the events of last night fill your mind. You rolled over on noticed that sunlight was trickling into the room from the blinds that covered the windows on the balcony door. you almost could have fallen back asleep that is until panic fill you and tugged you completely awake. You had over slept, usually you were up before the sun had even risen. You quickly jumped up and grabbed your clothes. rushing into the bathroom. After a quick rinse off in the shower and getting redressed, you brushed your teeth and left the bedroom.

 The though of having to face Eric made you feel nauseas but you where running to late to really care. Grabbing you wallet off the table, you shoved it in your pocket and walked to the front door. You lingered in front of it and looked to the side. From where you stood you could see into the kitchen. Eric stood there making a cup of coffee, looking off into space.  

 He eventually seemed to notice your presence from the corner of his eye and he looked up to meet your gaze. He obviously hadn’t gone to sleep after you when to bed. He was a mess with rumbled clothes, dark circles under his eyes, and his slicked back hair looked haywire from him running his hands through it. The two of you just stood staring at each other before you finally broke eye contact.

 “Goodbye, Eric.” You practically whispered, but he heard you. Waiting a second to see if he would say anything, you finally opened the door and slipped out of his apartment. Eric’s eyes had never left your form as he watched you go.

 You made your way to dinning hall, trying to fight off tears for some unexplainable reason.  

 Eric leaned against the counter and sipped at the coffee he had made. He was tired and still a little drunk from all of the beer, replaying your final words as you left in his head like a broken record.

   “Goodbye, Eric.”

 He didn’t know what it was about the statement that he couldn’t shake. It drove him crazy, You drove him crazy. Why was he so infatuated with you? Why was he so hung up on two fucking words? Two word that you said to him all the time. Realization hit him like a freight train.  

 Something about your tone had sounded so final, so set in stone. You actually meant it, you said goodbye and meant it. Eric quickly realized that he had messed up, you where gone. 

 “Fuck!” Was all he could say. He abandoned his bitter coffee and swiftly moved to the living room in search of his cigarettes. It was only as he reached the coffee table did he remember that in a fit of anger last night you had broke all of them in half. Eric didn’t know what to do for the first time in a long time. He paced for a few moments trying to figure it out.

 Eric was bolting out his front door running down the hallway before he could actually think a plan out. He bumped into a few people shuffling down the hall and as he neared a large thong of Dauntless who where all waiting for the elevator, they all quickly parted for him. The elevator was packed full of people, Eric frantically looked around for the stairs. Shoving people out of the way, with a heavy hand and a ‘fucking move’, Eric sprinted his way down 7 flights of stairs, still wondering why he was doing this, why he needed to catch up to you so desperately?


  You mentally prepared yourself to enter the cafeteria as you made your way down there. When you reached the entrance you lingered there for a few minutes thinking. The events of the last 12 hours played through your head on loop. God you where miserable.

“Goodbye, Eric.” 

  Who would have ever figured two simple words would have had seemed so heavy. You didn’t have time to dwell on it now, you couldn’t because the longer you did, the harder it was to keep yourself together.

  You made your way into the packed room and did your best to keep your head held high, easier said than done you felt like a beat dog.

 You absolutely refused to be seen as weak. Looking around you spotted Four, Tris and the rest of the gang sitting around your usual table. Christina, who sat practically in Wills lap noticed you enter and started to wave to you. The rest of the group was now looking your way and happily beckon you over. Even despite your sad mood you couldn’t help the small smile that was beginning to stretch across your cheeks.

It was almost in slow motion, as you started to make your way over to them, one by one their smiles left their faces as they looked at something behind you. Before you could turn, a strong hand wrapped around your upper arm. The grip was like iron, you whirled around as best you could. Eric looked back at you with a crazed determination. He released your arm and bent over, trying to catch his breath. 

 You stumbled back a few steps as the realization that he ran down here to try and catch up to you crossed your mind. You shook your head as you turned to move away from him.

“_____…Don’t.” His called out to you still out of breath. You couldn’t believe he had the nerve to come down here and start shit, your sadness turned to anger.

“I’m not doing this here Eric.” You practically spat at him, you turned once again to leave but his tight grip returned once more to your arm.

“Let go of me!” you tried yanking out of his grip but he wasn’t having any of it. At this point majority of the people in the room looked towards you two because of you outburst.

 “We need to talk, please don’t cause a scene.” He hissed in your ear, now growing aggravated at the attention you where gaining. You where seething at this point, how dare he just bust in, man handle you, and then tell you not to ‘cause a scene’.

 You turned around and pushed him away from you with all your force sending him back a few steps.

“Fuck you Eric! Who the hell do you think you are to tell me not to cause a scene!” At this point every one in the room, leaders included, looked on at you and Eric, mouths open and eyes wide in confusion and a little amazement.  
Eric looked around awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. This was exactly what he didn’t want, prying eyes looking upon your relationship.

 You knew Eric wasn’t necessarily embarrasses to be seen with you, but deep down one of his biggest fear was being seen as weak. And for some reason in his mind affection, relationships, and really any emotions that followed translated to that. 

 “What’s the matter Eric don’t want people to know about our issues.” There was no hiding the smugness in your voice.

“No ____, I don’t. You wanna know why? because its none of their fucking business!” 

“Well it is now, you want to talk so bad, fine were talking!” You shouted back.

 The room was eerily quiet, you could have heard a fork drop from the complete other side of the hall.  

 “You know what, fuck, this isn’t worth it.” He let out a bitter, humorless laugh and threw his hands up in mock surrender. This was it, this was his cold façade, the mask he put up.

 “What isn’t worth it Eric, our relationship?” You couldn’t believe him. At your words he let out another hollow guffaw, shaking his head.

“Nun uh no, what we had wasn’t a relationship, It was just sex point blank. You weren’t my girlfriend, we weren’t dating, hell we aren’t even friends. We are just two people who like to sneak around in the dark, fuck each other senselessly, and then carry on with our lives.” You tried your best no to flinch at his words.

 “That’s not true and you know it.” Your voice cracked slightly. “What we have, had, whatever it may be is more then that and we both know it.”

 "Are you sure about that?“ The cold glazed over look in his eyes was hunting.

 "Yeah Eric, I’m positive. People who just have sex together don’t spend the night at each others apartment, they don’t cook breakfast for the other while their asleep. They don’t set up cheesy romantic evenings when someone has a bad day, People who’s whole relationship revolve around sex don’t give each other spare keys or leave their tooth brushes in each others bathroom. Stop me if I’m wrong but friends with benefits, fuck buddies, whatever else you wanna call this,” you made a motion between the two of you with your finger. “Don’t do that.”

“They don’t know each others favorite book, or food, or time of the year. They don’t pay attention to the others little quirks or bad habits. They don’t stay up until sunrise talking about dreams and fears and what if’s.. they just don’t Eric…” You felt a flood of memories come flashing back too you, your heart hurt and it most have shown, given the way Eric looked at you.

  “_____….” He trailed off obviously not knowing how to respond.

  “I don’t get you, it’s like one moment you’re the sweetest, most caring guy I’ve ever met and then the next your just this monster. I can’t keep up with you anymore, its killing me.  What are you so scared of.. Why do you do this too me?”

 You realized that you where crying as you finished your sentence. God you felt so weak under all of dauntlesses gaze. You lowered your head and brushed past Eric, you couldn’t do this. You half expected him to reach out and grab your arm, to stop you from going and you felt you heart break a little when he just let you go. You where almost at the door when you heard him speak.

 "Because you drive me bat shit crazy, because my every though is filled with you 24/7. Because I hate that I need you so much, because I love you and that is fucking terrifying.“ You felt completely frozen by his words. Eric had not only just admitted to actually being afraid of something but he also declared his love for you in the most public way possible.

 You turned around slowly to face him, not really knowing to respond. He stared back at you with a look that impossible to identify. Everyone in the room looked at Eric like he had grown a second head. You felt so overwhelmed, confused, and scared.

 "You don’t mean that..” You stumbled backward your voice coming out shaky and broken.

 And in that moment you did the thing that as of late seemed to be a natural reflex, you ran.


  Eric watched you retreat and felt broken. He had absolutely no fucking clue why he decided to do that, why he said that. But it was out now and there was no taking it back. He could feel the creeping, slightly overwhelming, gaze of everyone in the room. Watching him like a hawk, judging him.

“What the fuck are you looking at!?!” Eric Yelled at the first Dauntless willing to actually hold his gave for more than a few seconds. The young teenage quickly ducked his head, averting his gaze. Eric glanced around the room sending angry glares in every direction.

 He eventually worked up the courage and motivation to storm out of the room making sure to keep the snarl on his face and his shoulders squared, ready for a fight.

 Eric made sure to stop at a liquor store on his way back to his apartment, clearing the shelves of anything that would get him completely shitfaced.


You don’t remember the walk back to your apartment. You don’t remember unlocking the door and letting yourself in. Hell you don’t even remember striping down and climbing into an ice cold shower. You sat there at the bottom of the shower for god knows how long, you felt numb, broken.

You honestly don’t know how many days you confined yourself to your house.. You didn’t want to leave your apartment and face the rest of the compound. Four came knock at your door a few times but you never worked up the energy to answer. Tris came barging into your apartment one evening, Arms loaded with food to stock your apartment. Of course you freaked out when you first walked in on her putting the groceries away in your fridge and she made it quite clear to you that she had no intentions on leaving until she had cooked you dinner. You quickly realized that she some how got her hands on a key card that opened every door in the compound.

True to her word Tris didn’t leave until after she had made dinner for the both of you and you guys had ate. She filled you in on the gossip around the compound making sure to skip over any mention about Eric or you. Dinner was good and somehow she managed to take your mind of things somewhat but you could tell you both where avoid the elephant in the room.  Eventually conversation died down as you both finished your food.

“Have you seen him?” You said quietly, looking down at your plate. You didn’t elaborate on what you where asking but Tris understood anyways.

 "No Eric has been almost as much of a shut in the past week as you.“ She said quite bluntly. "The only time he leaves his apartment is to get more alcohol or start a fight.” You shook your head and tried to keep from grimacing.

 "Do you wanna talk about it?“ Tris questioned. You could only shrug your shoulders.

 "What’s there to talk about?” You muttered sliding out of your seat and dumping your dirty dishes in the sink. Tris followed you into the kitchen and after placing her plate in the sink she followed you again as you wondered to you living room and plopped down next to you on the couch.

 "How long where you guys together?“ She asked and you flinched slightly at the question. That was the one thing you didn’t want to answer. You had lied to your friends for so long about your true ‘relationship’ with Eric.

  "Almost a year.” You bit out refusing to look at her. You could see her eye widen in surprise and heard her mutter a small ‘wow’. You didn’t blame her for being surprised it was crazy how long you managed to sneak around.

 "Do you love him?“ Tris’s question took you by surprise. You had no idea how to respond and it took you a few moments to reply.

 "I…I don’t know, I care about him.. A lot.” You answered honestly, she said nothing in turn for a few minutes.

 "You should talk to him..“ Tris trailed off. You glanced over and meet her gaze shaking your head slightly.

 You never responded and eventually conversation picked back up. You guys talked and laughed for a few more hours before Tris announced that she had to head home. You hugged her as she left and said goodbye.

 After she was gone you crashed on you bed and stared up at the ceiling, trying not to think about him.


"Harrison why me..?”

 "Because you’re the only one he will listen to Four.“ Harrison said with a sigh. Four couldn’t believe  what he was hearing. Harrison had just called him out of the control room.

 "Eric hates my guts-”

 "Maybe Four but he hasn’t been into work in almost a week. I don’t have time for this bullshit, I need him to actually show up and get shit done. So your going to take this key, go talk to Eric, and get him to snap out of it.“ The dauntless leader looked exhausted.

"Go.. Get out.” he finally said making a shooing motion with his hand.

 Four left without argument, knowing it was useless. There was not a single bone in his body that wanted to go deal with Eric. For some reason Harrison thought four was the person to go to when it came to getting Eric to quit moping around.

 He made the trek up too Eric’s apartment and hovered outside of his door. Four could already faintly hear angry music blasting from inside the apartment. He tried pounding on the door and surprise, surprise he got no response. He eventually gave up and fished the key out of his pocket, entering the apartment.

 It became apparent pretty quickly that Eric’s apartment was a complete mess. There were bottles every where, most of them broken from being thrown against the wall. Furniture was tipped over and smashed. Eric was no where to be seen in the living room and there where no lights on in any of the other room that he could see. Four wondered over to the radio that was blasting in the corner of the room and turned down the angry lyrics. He then made his way into another room that he could only assume was the kitchen. He flipped the lights on and heard a groan. Looking down he noticed Eric was siting on the floor surrounded with even more liquor.

 "Turn that shit off.“ Eric slurred slightly, gesturing to lights above him haphazardly.

 "This is just pitiful Eric.” Was all four could say as he looked down at the other man

 Eric let out another groan as he glanced up and realized it was Four of all people. “Get out.” He muttered, not slurring his words quite as bad as before.

  “When was the last time you showered? Or cleaned house?” Four said as he looked around taking in the mess of the kitchen. He also couldn’t help but notice how terrible Eric looked.

“Get the fuck out, stiff!” Eric repeated raising his voice, Four ignored him.

 Instead he looked around wondering where exactly to start cleaning, he still couldn’t believe Harrison was making him do this. He didn’t want to clean up after the other adult man and he sure as hell didn’t want to be bothered with baby sitting him while he mopped around like a depressed preteen dealing with there first break up. If four had it his way he would leave Eric to die of alcohol poisoning or to choke on his own vomit.

He decided on cleaning the counters first. After pulling a trashcan out from where it had been tucked away in a small closet, Four pretty much just made a  long sweeping motion along the counter knocking as many empty bottles in the trash can as possible, He really didn’t give a shit what all landed in the garbage. He was pretty positive he had knocked a pepper shaker in the bin but he couldn’t be bothered to fish it out.

“Harrison said you haven’t been to work in like a week.” Four stated as he finished with the counters and moved to the floor.

 "So what?“ Eric growled angrily.

 "So what?! Are you kidding me? In less then a year your supposed to lead this faction Eric. Look at you now, your pitiful, weak.” Now that pissed Eric off, He pushed his way off the floor faster than four thought possible in his drunken stupor.

 Eric leaned into Fours personal space far past his comfort level and grabbed his shirt so he could move, “You better watch your fucking mouth stiff.” Four was slowly starting to piece together that Eric wasn’t quite as plastered as he though.  

 "Or what?“ Four challenged. Eric simply pushed him away and then pointed at the door yelling for him go away.

 Four couldn’t help but notice how bloodied his knuckles where upon close examination. He had heard about all the nasty fight Eric had been getting into as of late, so far he had put three people in the clinic.

 "Where is your first aid kit?” Four asked once again ignoring Eric’s yelling.

 "I don’t need your help..“ He growled back stubbornly, Four simply rolled his eyes looking around.

 "Yeah you do..” He replied. After a few more minutes of bickering and glaring Eric finally revealed that it was in bathroom and four retrieved it and sat at the small dining room table Eric had bandaging his knuckles. They sat in stiff silence as Eric glared a hole in fours head and four made sure that the rubbing alcohol he applied in some spots hurt like a bitch.

“Do you really love her?” Four finally said breaking the silence.

 "That’s none of your business.“ Eric bristled and four could tell by his tone that he had been expecting the intrusive question.

 "How long where you guy’s together” Four tried again.

 "We weren’t together, we where hooking up.“

 "Same difference.” Four mumbled as he began to bandage one of Eric’s hands.

 "Your okay with this all?“ Eric said after a another spell of silence. Four briefly glanced up at Eric before retuning to his hands shacking his head.

 ”____ is a big girl, she doesn’t need my approval.“ Four retorted as he moved over to bandage the other hand.

 "You know what I mean.”

  “…..I’m upset she didn’t tell me and I definitely think she could do better than some dirt bag like you but other than that..” He trailed off and Eric rolled his eyes at Fours little jab.

  “Besides it’s not really that shocking.” Eric widened his eyes at that slightly.

 "You knew?“

 "You guys forget that my job is to spy on everyone in dauntless..”

  Eric just kind of sat there a little shell shocked and then he started cursing under his breath.  "Why didn’t you say anything.“

  "I wanted to see how long you to would try and sneak around.”

  “Right…” Eric said looking down at the other man cautiously. Four finished with Eric’s knuckles and packed up the first aid kit, not bother putting it away. He started to make his way to the door.

  “Get your shit together Eric, cause sadly this faction kind of needs you.” Four hovered in front of the door for a second before speaking again. “And If you really love her… You should fight for her.”


 You eventually got out of the rut you where in. You where still incredibly sad and most defiantly didn’t want to fact the world but you where going stir crazy in your apartment, not to mention the fact that you where scared shitless of losing your job. So you woke up early one morning, showered and started to function like a normal human being.

  You would have thought everyone saw a ghost as you made your way to the dinning hall, People parted like the red sea as you made your way through the compound. You could hear the not so quite whispers as you made your way through, you felt the burning gaze of just about everyone. You felt like a zombie as you sat with your friends during breakfast. Zeke and Uriah tried there best to laugh and make jokes in order to try and keep the mood light and it worked some what, that is until you snapped at Christina.

 She conveniently decided that today of all day was when she wanted to play 20 question ’ ____ and Eric’ version. She rambled on and on about all the gossip concerning Eric that had been floating around the past couple of days, she even felt the need to fill you in on a few rumors about you that had also been big talk. You tried your best to answer her questions within reason, there was no point in trying to hide it not to mention the fact that these people where like your family but quite a few struck a nerve. God the girl had no filter, and you eventually told her to shut her 'candor mouth’. Of course you immediately felt bad after and tried your best to do damage control before excusing yourself from the table.

 Work was long, boring, and even a little lonely without the witty emails from Eric. You tried your best to push every thought of him from your mind but it was easier said than done.

 A few days passed with this schedule with the addition of going to the  training room to let out the days frustrations.

 One night you found yourself cooped up in the large space going to town on one of the punching bags. You had skipped dinner not really feeling like dealing with another altercation with Christina, she still hadn’t forgiven you for your first comment. Besides you where enjoying having the large space all to yourself.

 You had only been hitting the bag for a few minutes but you could already feel the sting in your knuckles, you hadn’t bothered properly wrapping them.

 "Keep it up and your going to bust your hand open.“ You froze at the words that echoed around the room, belonging to an all to familiar voice. You stopped hitting the bag and gripped it before it swung back and hit you.

 You turned around slowly and your gaze fell onto Eric who was sitting on the steps that led into the steps that lead into the room, watching you intently. You honestly had no idea how long he had been watching you, you hadn’t noticed him as you where running laps around the room but Eric had always sneaky that way.

 The two of you held your gaze for a while just watching each other for a while before you finally glanced away and made your way towards the gym bag you had brought with you. You took the time to wrap your now red knuckles and take a small water break. You finally glanced back up to Eric to find him still watching you closely. He looked like shit, but then again so did you so you really didn’t have the room to judge.

 You walked to the arena in the center of the room and made a head motion for him to come and join you. He pushed his way up from the steps and made his way toward you slowly. You slipped your shoes off and waited in the center for him to join you. The two of you got into position and began sparring. It started out with the two of you just going through the motions throw a punch, block, repeat, over and over again but eventually you grew frustrated with the situation and stated to throw real hits, aiming for his sides and stomach. He caught you drift and before you knew it the two of you where rolling around on the floor, throwing hard jabs and punches.

The only sound that filled the room was the occasionally grunts of frustration or pain as you two moved together. At one point in the fight you found yourself straddling him and using one hand to pin him down by the neck and the other was drawn back to strike him. A moment of hesitation on your part was all he needed in order to grab hold of drawn back arm with one hand and use the other to pry your other hand off his neck. You struggled for a few moments uselessly trying to free your hands but it was no use. Eric didn’t bother trying to flip your position and you let out a cry in frustration.

That’s when you realized that you where crying again, a few stray tears has slipped down you cheek without your permission and they landed on the man beneath you. You felt weak, you didn’t even know why you where crying but you where.

 Eric released you and pushed himself up far enough to where he could tightly wrap his arms around you without pulling you down. You tensed in his embraces at first but soon enough melted into his warmth and threw your arms around him. The two of you just sat there like that for a while as you cried into his shoulder and he nuzzled into your neck.

 "I hate you..” You whispered as you held onto him, both of you know that was far from the truth.

 "I love you..“ He whispered back.

 "No you don’t.” You felt more tears run down your face.

 "Yes I do ___, so much..“ He insisted.

  "Why?”
   He released you and pulled away enough to look at your tear stained face and brought a large hand up to wipe away the tears on your face.

 "I don’t know and it drives me crazy..“ You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips at his response. He leaned in and brushed his lips across yours and waited your you to respond, You in turn pressed your lips to his desperately. Eric brought a hand up to your cheek and his other stay wrapped around your waist. While you carded your fingers through his blond locks.

 The two of you broke your kiss as you both ran out of breath, laughing.

 "I love you too.” You said slightly breathless and he pressed a stolen kiss to your lips. “But I also still hate you cause you’re a major asshole sometimes..” He chuckled at that and pressed his forehead to yours.

 "You wouldn’t have it any other way.“ He muttered giving you a playful glare. It was rare you say Eric act so.. Sappy.. But you could get used to it.

 "No.. I really wouldn’t.”

  Honestly you didn’t know where you and Eric stood, you didn’t know what the future had in store for you either. But for right now in this moment, that honestly felt like it belonged in some cheesy romance novel, you where just going to enjoy being in his arms. Because in some twisted, dysfunctional since it felt like home and that was kind of perfect.

2

Ok guys, today I am bringing you a review for the new brand PS Polish and their Dream polish line.

Something to mention is that the company did reach out to me and send me their products for review but I am not paid to do this.

Ok so PS polish was created by Pardis A. Kelly (D.P.M., Chief Executive Officer & Co-Founder PS Cosmeceutical) and Stefanie Grotkin (President & Co-Founder PS Cosmeceutical) who founded PS Cosmeceutical in 2012.

They claim their polish is “10 Free”, meaning it is free off:

● Formaldehyde and Formaldehyde resin
● Phthalate
● Toluene
● Camphor
● Lead
● Parabe
● Xylene
● Ethyl Tosylamide
● TPHP
- They say they don’t test on animals, it doesn’t stain and it is quick drying.

~~~☆SHIPPING☆~~~

Let’s take a moment to talk about my expiearence with shipping and my interactions with their company/customer service.

I am going to start off by saying their customer service is either grossly understaffed or they just don’t seem to have it up and running well.

When I agreed to do a review for PS Polish I was instructed by one of their outreach personnel on how to go about placing an order online through pspolish.com. I placed said order and it seemed to work well. But it didn’t give me a tracking number for shipping, just a notice after the order was placed that it would arrive within 7 to 10 business days. Two weeks went by and I never received the product.

I reached out to PS Polish via the e mail their outreach personnel left for me if I had any questions. Nobody ever responded to that e mail. So I tried the live chat option on the site a few times and waited several minuets for any sign of response and nobody ever responded. I tried to submit a customer support ticket but when ever I clicked submit it would redirect me to a page that gave me a 404 Error message.

It seemed there was literally no way to get in contact with this company. Had I been a paying customer I would have been VERY upset with this situation, even as a simple reviewer I was pretty frustrated because at this point it had been almost a month with a missing product.

So I gave it a last ditch effort and sent a message to them on their public Facebook page explaining the issue and telling them that this particular message would be my last attempt at contacting them and a review would come regardless of my having a product or not (which I believe they deleted because when I went back I couldn’t find it).

They eventually did respond and send me two colors and a base and top coat with a tracking number for the shipment. They did not apologize for the lack in response nor did they bother to inform me as to WHY they couldn’t or didn’t respond except for the initial contact I made with the person who acted as their outreach personnel had been let go (which I had to inquire about they didn’t readily offer me that information). However I would like to point out that they were not rude and did seem professional in their wording.

This alone is enough for me to be disinterested in ever actually ordering from them with my own money. In my expiearence the customer service is questionable at best and I truly feel that had I not made a point to make a statement on a public media platform I never would have gotten a response at all.

Take that as you will.

~~~☆FORMULA☆~~~

Let’s talk about the formula of these polishes.

They claim to be 10 Free, quick drying and nonstaining.

In my expiearence they were defiantly not quick drying. I would say they dried about the same as a normal polish. The lack of quick drying is evident in the photo I posted of the red color as I used it to stamp (it stamped beautifully by the way) over the lighter shade they sent me and after waiting several minutes it still smeared with the topcoat. If you have a topcoat that is pretty good at preventing smearing maybe you could get away with it but this defiantly smeared and stayed tacky for quite a while.

The colors do stain as well however I would say the level of staining is less significant than other polishes of the same color, even though I did use the Basecoat they sent me with both looks.

As for the colors and texture of the polishes. The red is a very lovely one coater. It’s a cream polish so it goes on pretty smooth and once it did dry it was fairly shiny. The pink took two costs to reach full opacity and I LOVE this shade. It is probably one of my favorite colors in my collection now, and it also dried shiny. Both colors are a pretty good thickness, and stay where you put them in the nail. They self level really well too.

I can’t say I care too much for the base coat, it is a typical base coat.

The topcoat is fantastic. It dried really quickly and it holds a stunning shine to it. I would say it is pretty comparable to Seche Vite in quality.

~~~☆THINGS TO POINT OUT☆~~~

The smell…. nail polish smells how it does because nitrocellulose is dissolved in a chemical solvent called ethyl acetate. This solvent is what gives nail polish its smell. But with this polish missing several ingredients (not those two) normal polish can have I was shocked to find that it smelled like normal polish.

These polishes run about 15 bucks a polish not including shipping.

The colors are fantastic in my opinion.

~~~☆IN CONCLUSION ☆~~~

Ultimately, I think the quality is pretty good and the formula is fair. But the ordeal I expiearenced with their customer service and the price point really doesn’t work for me.

Perhaps if you are allergic to one of the ingredients in normal polish that PS Polish claims to be free of, or if you don’t mind spending more for the brand name etc you may be interested in these products.

These women did work hard to bring the Dream line to nail polish lovers, so I am in no way disreguarding their effort. However, for me I don’t really find the positives of this expiearence to be worth the splurge.

I would like to see a boost in customer expiearence from them in the future.

Cheers!

- NailartArsenal

Angeles (Finale)

Part Fifteen: Stay Forever
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Word Count: 3070
Warnings: None.

A/N: There’s an interview in this part, and instead of a lot of “he said, she said”, I put the interviewer’s questions in bold, and the couple’s answers in regular text. It is supposed to be an in-person interview, though. Hope it isn’t too confusing! Additionally, I cannot believe I’m wrapping up this story! It is definitely one of my favorite things I have ever written and I hope you all have enjoyed it as well!

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Zootopia Sentence Starters (Part Seventeen):
  • "Oh, I tried. And I made life so much worse"
  • "That's really cool, you guys."
  • "I'd just like to say, I'm sorry for the way I behaved in my youth. I had a lot of self-doubt and it manifested itself in the form of unchecked rage and aggression. I was a major jerk."
  • "It's in their biology."
  • "This is fox repellent."
  • "Okay, the deterrent and the repellent, that's all she needs."
  • "I can't thank you enough."
  • "Can I pay you back?"
  • "My treat."
  • "Start talking!"
  • "I don't know where he is, I only saw where he went."
  • "Great! Let's go!"
  • "That is exactly what we're gonna do."
  • "If you'll excuse us, we have a very big lead to follow, and a case to crack. Good day."
  • "Never let 'em see that they get to you."
  • "We don't just blindly assign blame."
  • "We don't know why these attacks keep happening, but it is irresponsible to label all predators as savages."
  • "You've always been a trier."
  • "Really, it's a—it's kind of a proud-scared combo."
  • "I've been working for this my whole life."
  • "We know, and we're just a little excited for you, but terrified."
  • "To be fair—you did stop a master criminal from stealing two-dozen moldy onions."
  • "Mmm, hate to disagree with you."
  • "Your job is putting tickets on parked cars!"
  • "Buddy, it's nice to see ya."
  • "I'm pretty sure I saw a shifty lowlife climbing the fence."
  • "I'm not leaving."
  • "Where to?"
  • "Well, this is so exciting, actually. I mean, you know, I never get to do anything this important."
  • "I'm more of a glorified secretary."
  • "Love you, too."
  • "He bared his teeth first!"
  • "I gotta tell you, you are even cuter than I thought you'd be!"
  • "What? Why?"
  • "Now I'm going to open this door."
  • "Here you go. One missing otter."
Worth it

First of all I’d like to say that I love Camila, as much as the other girls.

Well the thing is that AGAIN Camila is the lead voice in one of Fifth Harmony’s song. And when I said that she’s the lead voice I mean that she sings not just the chorus but her own solo.

I’d like to say that out of the 7 songs we already know of the album, Camila has been either the lead voice or the second voice accompaining the leader.
All the girls have sat out once (at least) and she has NEVER. She always have a fair part of the song.
And before you Camila girls start defending her saying things like ‘but Normani sings the most of Bo$$’ and other stupid things, stop and read.
This is a GROUP and its pretty unfair how everything has turn out to be ALL about Camila. I love her but lets be real she’s getting more attention than the others and is really frustrating.
And no. This is not even just about Lauren not beeing in Worth it. It’s about Dinah not appearing in TWO singles. Is about Normani not singing in going nowhere and about Ally abssence in TGBL. As you can see every girl has sacrifice at least once but Camila.
Is a really good excuse to say that the reason is because 'their voices doesn’t suit the song’ but the question is clear: Does really Camila’s voice suits EVERY song? Because lets be real here. Camila’s voice is amazing and all but not always does her voice sounds better or fit better than the others.
Worth It is incredible, but in my opinion Lauren or Dinah’s voices’d have been much better in this song, because their voices are more mature and 'sensual’
This is the last time I’m saying this: I LOVE Camila Cabello and her voice. I’m just worried that at some point this will be a problem between the girls. Because, and I hope to be worng, but this seems like it’s not going to change anytime soon.

HIATUS.

due to the fact my home life is pretty much terrible and uni is getting worse  and i honestly can’t cope mentally or physically or really at all atm. I am putting this blog and two of my others on hiatus. I apologise for the inconvienience., i love ALL my muses but mentally im not here. its not fair on you guys and it’s not fair on me either. I am emotionally not able to cope. I am going to put some stuff under a read more to explain what is going on. IF you want me you can find me over on @onlymyown for a bit. i love all my muses but right now i can only cope with one. I’M NOT SETTING A DATE FOR MY RETURN BUT I WOULD SAY IT MIGHT BE AROUND MAY/JUNE TIME but that could change depending on if things get better for me mentally or worse etc. 

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