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                       oh lord, oh lord, what do i do? i’ve fallen for someone who’s nothing like you
        he’s raised on the edge of the devil’s backbone, oh i just wanna take him home […]
                                 oh lord, oh lord, i’m begging you please, don’t take that sinner from me

Introducing; Couple-ish

It’s here, it’s queer, and it’s ready to slay.

The lack of queer media is a large part of why this blog is here, so for our first official support, I introduce to you, Couple-ish. Written by Kaitlyn Alexander, a nonbinary and queer actor, writer, musician, AND youtuber, the youtube web-series features queer characters played by queer people. Kaitlyn themselves is playing Dee, a nonbinary, bisexual, Canadian illustrator.

So, you’re all wondering. The plot? Well, it sounds kick-ass and hilarious. 

Dee, struggling to pay their lease, recruits little sister Amy to help find a roommate. Rachel, a british bartender living in Canada fits the part. 8 months later, however, Rachel, due to threats of deportation, lists Dee as her common law partner. Amy, who has begun to have a crush on Rachel, begs Dee to play along. So, what else to do than start a youtube channel to prove just how in love they are.

If you’re not TOTALLY convinced yet, in encourage you to check out the kickstarter where you can read, and watch an already hilarious video, a lot more about this project. And the great thing is, donations start at one Canadian dollar. THAT’S ONLY 81 US CENTS!!! The more you donate, the more it helps support this project, and the more awesome the rewards get. This includes seeing people (aka Kaitlyn and Sharon [Rachel]; everyone’s favorite BROTP) do funny challenges, a link to blooper reels, a follow and GUARANTEED reblog from Amy’s in-character tumblr, and so many other cool rewards for backing this project.

Okay so, what about other representation, like POC? Kaitlyn has stated that they will have POC roles, and are currently holding auditions to fill those roles. Diversity is important to Kaitlyn, and you can bet your buttons, that they’ll do an excellent job of bringing diversity into this series.

I hope you’re as excited as I am, and will support this project as it continues to grow and become an amazing contribution to Queer media.

Learn more about Couple-ish: Kickstarter Twitter Tumblr

Learn more about Kaitlyn: Tumblr Twitter Youtube Instagram

real talk. for album five, can one direction change their ‘made in microsoft paint’ logo? please? i’m begging. i will pay their graphic design team $20

I really need this parallel of Regina helping Emma with her dark magic like she helped her with her light magic.

Imagine Emma feeling like she was losing control, like she might hurt Regina bc of the darkness and Emma begging Regina to use the dagger on her to control her because she didn’t know if she could stop herself and Regina flat out being like “No! You can do this, Emma. You can fight this, you won’t hurt me. I believe in you. /It’s inside you, Emma./” 😭

He cheats on you, part 2 (Calum)

Requested: yeah

Anonymous said: You should do a part two of the Calum cheating imagine, that be amazing!!!!

Anonymous said: PART TWO FOR CHEATING CALUM

+ 5 (thank you!)

Summary: The image of the other girl lying on your side of the bed with a big smirk on her face never left your mind. Hearing Calum cry, begging you for a second chance made your heart break into a million pieces and you tried your best to stand your ground when you didn’t want anything else than to wrap your arms around him and hold him tighter than ever before.

Word count: 1740 words

Triggers/warnings: none. or well, cheating calum.


a/n: that was that! hope you enjoyed!


PART ONE

You knocked on the door one time. Two times.

Three times later, you heard footsteps running down the hallway. You were aware of your shocked face, the tears still on your face and your eyes most likely all red. You were aware of it.

Luke stopped in the door as he saw you, and for a second it looked like he was torn between welcoming you home or asking what the hell was going on. He chose the second.

“What happened?” he asked, his voice filled with worry and it hurt so much to look at him and you just let out a sob, feeling your eyes tear up again. “Y/n, come-“

He wrapped his arms around you, helping you inside while you tried your best to hold back your tears. He held you tight all through the house, arm wrapped around your shoulder like he didn’t know what else to do. The other boys were sitting in the couch, and you saw how their faces lit up when they saw you – but the happiness were quickly exchanged by surprise.

“What happened?” Michael asked, getting up from the couch with Ashton right behind him. “You’re home early, did anything-?”

You shook you head. “No, no”, you mumbled, “you got anything to drink?”

“Water-?” Ashton asked and you just shook your head again.

“Stronger, please.”

“Oh, I’ll get it.”

You smiled weakly. “Thanks, Ash.”

You sat in silence, all of you, until he got back, holding a bottle in his left hand and a glass filled with liquor in his other, and he handed it over to you. You swallowed half the glass immediately, pulling a face.

“Did you know?” you mumbled, glancing up at Luke.

“What do you mean?” Michael asked.

“Did you know he was fucking other girls?”

The silence before was back, and Luke glanced over at Ashton, his eyes wide. “Calum?” he asked after a while, sounding unsure.”

You nodded, staring down at your feet. “Did you know?”

“Are you serious? Are you sure?”

You glared up at Michael as another tear rolled down your cheek. “I fucking walked in on them, do you want more proof than that?!”

Pain was visible across Michael’s face and he looked like he’d been hit, but it wasn’t because of your words. “You gotta be kidding me”, be breathed out, “that’s what happened now?”

You nodded, clenching your jaw, the empty feeling inside of slowly dying out, and angel taking over. “I saw him fucking another girl in my bed and you know what he says?”

Luke nodded for you to continue.

“He says shit. Shit?!”

You saw Ashton clenching his fists. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

You glanced over at him. “Mhm. I’m gonna take this bottle with me and I’m going to bed.”

“Take my bed”, Luke said, “I’ll take the couch.”

“Thanks”, you mumbled, grabbing the bottle of liquor and without saying anything else, you left to go up the stairs to Luke’s bedroom. It was his house, the other ones were just crashing over. Like always, basically.

You dreamt about him. It was cliché, but you did. You dreamt about how you met for the first time, but in your dream, you already knew. You knew that one day you would walk in on him having sex with a woman you had never seen before, but past you in your dream pushed it aside and went on with it anyways. You could see the smirk on the woman’s face as you walked in on them, how she didn’t cover herself up and she didn’t even seem surprised. She knew exactly what she was doing and she didn’t seem to find any shame in doing it.

You woke up 14 hours later, alone and freezing in Luke’s bed. You felt a slight headache but you guessed that’s what you got after drinking a whole bottle of liquor all by yourself.

Your chest felt tight, your heart was pounding and everything just seemed to hurt, like someone was stabbing you repeatedly in the chest, laughing maniacally after hit.

That was what heartbreak felt like.

The image of Calum’s surprised look as he saw you played on repeat in your head together with how he looked just before he left for tour, shaking his head and wrapping his arms around you. “I’ll miss you so much. Fuck, I love you.”

Was he lying even back then? Was he cheating even before he went on tour?

You were just about to roll out of bed, but then you heard a crashing sound from downstairs and you froze.

YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” It was Ashton’s voice.

There was silence for a while, and then you heard a door closing. You guessed someone came in from outside.

“Ash- did y/n talk to you?”

It was Calum. Fuck, he was here. You clenched your jaw, pulling yourself up to your elbows.

“She did”, Luke said, his voice was hard.

“What did she say?”

“Enough”, Michael said.

Calum sighed and you imagined him running his hands through his hair, like he always did when he was frustrated, sad or confused. “This wasn’t supposed to happen”, he mumbled, his voice filled with sadness and you felt your heart clench with anger.

He did this to himself.

“You did this to yourself”, Ashton said, calmer this time, just like he’d been reading your mind.

“I know, but y/n wasn’t supposed to-“

“To what, find out? Buddy, cheating is cheating whether she finds out or not.”

You let out a huff of agreement when Michael spoke.  

“She broke up with me. She left, said she’d send someone to get her stuff.”

“Good”, Luke mumbled, “why would you do this, Cal? This isn’t you.”

You heard him sit down somewhere. “I don’t know”, he mumbled, “shit, I don’t have an answer. I fucked up.”

“You really did.” Michael was keeping it short.

“I went through her luggage”, Calum said slowly and wow, you weren’t even surprised, but you knew what he would say next, what he had found, “and I found a bag with my name on it. She had- fuck, she had bought me stuff, from every place she visited. Written me small notes for every different thing she bought, and I-“

“Went on and fucked another girl”, Ashton ended his sentence and you were pretty sure he had his arms folded over his chest.

“I need to talk to her, do you know where she is?”

“What you gonna say? Sorry?” Luke said.

“I need to get another chance, I can’t lose her.”

You heard Ashton snort. “Then you shouldn’t have cheated on her.”

“Where is she?” Calum asked, ignoring his comment.

“Upstairs”, Luke said, “my room.”

“Can I-?”

You froze.

“No”, Michael said firmly, “you can’t.”

But you know what, he actually could. You got out of bed, still dressed from the day before, not even giving a rats ass how you looked before leaving the bedroom, slowly walking down the stairs, giving out enough sound so he knew you were coming. You walked in to where they were standing, in the livingroom, and without sparing Calum one look, you turned to the other boys.

“Can you give us a minute?”

Ashton glanced over at you. “Hm?”

“Please?”

He made a slight movement with his hand, and Luke and Michael followed him through the door, waiting outside in the nice summer weather.

“Y/n-“ Calum starting, taking a step closer to you, but you just shook your head, still not looking up at him.

“Don’t”, you mumbled and every word you forced through your lips hurt, “there’s no second chances when you cheat, so please, don’t.”

“I love you, y/n, please don’t do this.”

Again, your tears teared up, the I love you echoing through your head. “No, you don’t get to say that. Listen-“

“I can’t do this without you, I can’t continue this without you, y/n please look at me. I can’t do this, I need you. I need you so bad and what I did was wrong and I will never regret anything more than this but please, please give me a chance to show you how much you mean to me.”

You gathered the courage you had left, and looked up at him. He was crying, tears running down his cheeks and you wanted to make it stop but you couldn’t do that to yourself.

“I gave you a chance”, you said, more firmly this time, “a month apart. I could do it, because I love you and will do for a long time but you didn’t. You don’t love me enough to keep your hands off others and I- I don’t care if you regret it, if you need me or anything, because I can’t. Calum, you cheated on me. Do you hear your own words? You had sex with another woman, probably more than once, maybe even more than one girl. You cheated on me, and I can’t be with someone who doesn’t respect me enough or love me enough to not go to someone else when I happen to be unavailable for a while.

He stared at you for a long time and you stared right back. “You didn’t text me back”, he mumbled.

“Oh fuck you for trying to make this my fault! I was with my family I haven’t seen in forever because I moved out of my home country to move in with you! You don’t get to say that to me.”

“Please”, he whispered, “please, I’ll do anything-“

“You can work this out with the boys, I don’t care, you’re a band and best friends, you can work it out. But they’re my friends too and you won’t stop me from being with them nor seeing the, but I want you not to talk to me unless it’s necessary, you understand that?”

He nodded.

“I’m gonna go now”, you mumbled, “I’m sorry Calum, but I can’t do this, we’re over. You fucked it up, and there’s no way taking it back.”

You wanted nothing else than to wrap your arms around him, cry against his shoulder and you wanted him to tell you how much he loved you and you wanted everything with him.

But you couldn’t.

You convinced yourself you weren’t disappointed when didn’t stop you as you walked past him, out through the door, but if you were honest to yourself; you were.


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baby-percy asked:

(To the anon that said Nico can summon dinosaurs) I'm picturing Nico and Percy going to go see Jurassic World, and the second they leave the theatre, Nico summons three dinosaurs, recreates that scene that Chris Pratt did, and begs Percy to take a picture (all you hear in the back is a terrified, screaming Will)

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Bernie Sanders' Campaign Just Got A Big Boost
WASHINGTON -- The longtime leader of one of the country’s most powerful labor unions is joining the Democratic presidential campaign of Sen. Bernie Sanders (I-Vt.), and he says presumed frontrun

WASHINGTON – The longtime leader of one of the country’s most powerful labor unions is joining the Democratic presidential campaign of Sen. Bernie Sanders (I-Vt.), and he says presumed frontrunner Hillary Clinton made it an easy call.

Larry Cohen, outgoing president of the Communications Workers of America, told The Huffington Post he will serve as an unpaid volunteer stumping for Sanders as the Vermont senator seeks the Democratic nomination. One of the main factors in his decision, Cohen said, was Clinton’s equivocation on granting President Barack Obama so-called fast-track authority on his mammoth trade deal.

“I did everything I knew how to do to get Clinton to speak out on fast track, and she wouldn’t,” said Cohen, whose 10 years leading CWA came to an end in June. “We begged her to speak out.

Eisuke And The Puppy

“Aww, just look at him. He’s shooo cute.” You held the puppy up to your face with a gleeful smile. “I said no. It doesn’t matter how cute he is. I won’t allow it.” Eisuke said in a firm manner. You had found a stray puppy on the way home and the kind, loving person you are, you couldn’t just leave him all alone and instead brought him home to Tres Spades. “We can’t abandon him now. Pleeeease.” You begged him and just as Eisuke looked about ready to give in, you had brought the puppy close to him and straight away it started to growl and bark at him. Eisuke immediately straightend up and folded his arms, looking slightly disappointed, “This is a hotel not an animal shelter. Take it elsewhere.” Eisuke said in a disinterested manner.

“But he might die if I take him somewhere else. Are you really that heartless? …You two could at least try to get along…?” You gave him the puppy dog eyes with a slight pout on your lips, “Please?” Eisuke looked at you and sighed in resignation, “You know how much I despise you right now?” Eisuke shook his head and you jumped for joy and ran up to him giving him a kiss on the cheek, “Yaaay! Thank you!” You cheered. “Gods, what an annoying woman you are.” Eisuke grumbled but you pretended not to hear him and ran off to ready a spot for your newfound friend.

At first the two of them spent many days locked in a heated staring contest, something you thought was rather amusing if not a little silly. “Eisuke, no matter how much you stare at him it won’t change at thing.” You said but Eisuke continued to stare at the puppy, “Shush. Don’t break my concentration. I’m teaching him whose boss.” He replied and you facepalmed and left the pair alone. There were days the puppy would run off with Eisuke’s shoes leaving Eisuke to find them, or well, what was left of them. “____, that damn dog ate my shoes again!” And then there was times the puppy would be fast asleep and Eisuke thought it would be fun to give it a little scare, though it didn’t take him long to decide against it as the puppy started to bite his ankles in retaliation from being disturbed as he slept.

You never imagined to see someone like Eisuke go to such feats just to get back at a little puppy. And the fact the puppy could get him so riled up was very amusing. Over time though, you noticed things slowly start to change. “Hey, did you just toss food on the floor?” You asked but Eisuke acted none the wiser, “No. Why would I do something so barbaric as that?” Eisuke denied and continued to eat his meal. You decided to take a quick peak under the table and just as you suspected, the puppy happily sat between his legs. You couldn’t help but smile.

They slowly grew to trust one another and their original dislike for each other gradually grew to playful teasing. You were surprised to come home to find the pair sleeping on the sofa. The puppy happily nestled besides Eisuke with his arm around the puppy. “How cute…” You smiled at the sight.

“Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. You know…adopting the puppy.” Eisuke mumbled. You slightly smirked at him, “I knew you would succumb to his cuteness.” You grinned and Eisuke immediately averted his gaze, “I did no such thing.” He denied. “Then why do your cheeks look red?” You asked, amused. “S-Shut up!” Eisuke grumbled. You couldn’t have been happier. Eisuke finally found an animal who liked him, even if it had a rough start. You could tell Eisuke, more than anyone, was happy with this outcome.

For the anon that prompted: I thought you were my new roommate’s boyfriend so I casually invited you in but you’re actually the RA of the dorm and now you think I want to have sex with you.

mistakes and double takes

Her mom makes a huge deal about her first day of college and it would be extremely annoying if it wasn’t so incredibly endearing.

She insists on driving behind Clarke for the two hour trip and makes sure she’s completely moved into her room before she leaves. Clarke has never been away from home before, save for two weeks every summer from third grade to ninth when she went to a summer camp designed especially to cultivate the minds of young artists. At least that’s what it said on the brochure she begged her mom to read.

Now she’s eighteen and standing in a half decorated dorm room in a college designed especially to cultivate the mind of young artists and she’s equally as scared as she was that first summer vacation.

The room is half decorated because her roommate has already moved in and claimed a side, which Clarke could be mad about but she’s really not. It’s not as if it makes a difference if she’s on the left side of the room or the right, as long as she has a place for her books and room on her side of the walls for her growing art print collection. 

All she knows about her roommate is that her name is Mandy and that she’s a graphic design major. Clarke can see that the other girl has an eye for design because everything on her side matches without actually matching anything. The colors and patterns complement each other nicely and there is modern art decorating the walls. 

She just hopes that she gets along with her new roommate because she’s heard horror stories of college dorm mates and she’s never lived with anyone other than her parents before. 

There’s a knock on their door when she’s stacking her books on the shelf above her desk and she stumbles a bit when she turns around to see a gorgeous, and obviously older guy, leaning against the door jam.

“I’m Bellamy,” he says, pushing himself away from the door and sticking his hand out in front of him. “You must be Clarke.”

The only explanation she can come up with is that this must be Mandy’s boyfriend. Who else would just show up at their door and know her name?

“I am,” she says as she places her hand in his. “Wanna come in? I think there are some waters in the fridge if you’d like one.”

He raises an eyebrow but gives her a little smile. “Uh, yeah. Sure.” 

It’s really quiet a shame, she thinks, that he’s so good looking and obviously taken. Mandy is a lucky girl.

“So have you gotten a chance to tour the campus?” He asks her after accepting the bottle of water she gives him. He’s stretched out in her desk chair with his feet crossed at the ankles and she thinks it’s a little odd that he’s hanging out on “her side” of the room instead of sitting on his girlfriend’s bed or something like that.

“Not really,” she explains. “My mom insisted on following me here and making sure I got settled in. I haven’t even stepped outside of this room.”

“You should let me show you around,” Bellamy says and if she didn’t know better she would swear he was flirting with her.

“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” she says as she stands up, fully intending on telling him that he should probably wait for his girlfriend somewhere else.

“Oh, okay?” He words it almost like a question and he’s just looking at her with a confused look on his face. “Sorry, I just…I guess I sort of got a vibe from you and I thought you might want to hang out. My mistake.”

“A vibe?” She asks incredulously. “What about Mandy?”

“Mandy? Who…your roommate?”

This dumb act he’s got going on isn’t cute.

“Yes,” she says, rolling her eyes. “My roommate Mandy. You know, your girlfriend.”

Bellamy looks at her seriously for a split second and then bursts into laughter. She’s not impressed, just standing there with her hands on her hips.

“My girlfriend?” He manages and she’s just waiting for him to stop laughing so he can explain to her what’s so funny. “Clarke, I met Mandy yesterday. I’m your resident advisor.” 

“You’re the RA?” Bellamy chuckles as he nods and Clarke is sure that she’s at least ten shades of red right now. “I just assumed when you knew my name that you were Mandy’s boyfriend. I am…I am so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be,” he assures her. “I’m sure that happens all the time.” He’s attempting to look serious but it only takes a second before he’s laughing hard again. This time she joins him.

“You’re going to hold this over my head for a long time, aren’t you?”

He’s still laughing when he nods and Clarke shakes her head as she grabs her keys off of her desk.

“Still want to give me that tour?” She asks and when he nods and grins at her she’s thankful that she is allowed to find him incredibly attractive.

They are halfway to the library when she stops in her tracks and looks at him seriously.

“Wait…what kind of vibe did you think I was giving off?”

Bellamy just winks instead of answering and grabs her hand to pull her towards the huge brick building in front of them.

She supposes she can’t really argue with logic like that.

The entitlement of people

Begging for help to get in the sex industry…bitch just stop right there. If you don’t even have the gumption to get started (I literally googled “porn jobs”) you don’t have to motivation to make it in this industry. No one owes you anything. NO ONE. Sitting around asking for help or shuffling your feet means you’re not ready, you’re not motivated, or you’re playing yourself. You’ll never make a DIME wondering “how’d she do it?” And reading tips, tricks, tweets, looking at clips and pictures….that doesn’t add to your bottom line…at all. Just like reading diet books won’t make u slim. U have to take the first step. You’re going to fuck up. You’re going to make mistakes and lose money. You’ll be rejected, ripped off and fucked over. But if you WANT IT, you’ll keep going. You’ll learn and get better. The money will start coming faster. You’ll get refined and you’ll get regulars. You’ll be throwing your life into this and the money will follow. You’ll feel success if you never give up. And then after all the sweat, tears, hard work,mistakes and learning….some entitled girl will ask you “How do you do it” expecting you to outline years of a journey for them, when they don’t even have the motivation to take the first step. 😟

Sausaku month, day 1; Matchmaker

“That’s great, Sakura”

“Sasuke, you…”

“Well, we’re not the lucky ones, that’s for sure, but we aren’t the worst off. Both you and I have found precious companions” 

“I beg you, bring him back…”

“He made Gai sensei’s expression.. so… it means that…”

“When he falls, you feel the need to catch him…

                                                            “…I see.”

ask-ichigo-and-rukia asked:

But you know dark!Stiles loving and protecting completely-innocent-puppy!Derek is one of my favorite tropes right? I mean that is the best thing for me, and when you add to it adorable little mistakes like "I just wanted to give you good dreams I didn't mean to make you wolf out and accidentally break your bed I'm so sorry Derbear eek" it's just all the better

You have no idea how badly I want to read a 100k fic like this. (Pssst, that means I am begging you all to flood my inbox with headcanons and fic recs- or your own fics!! )

Originally posted by julia-olsen

(This cute puppy is my attempt to guilt trip you because how can you resist that face?!?!)

I just love the idea of Derek having no idea Stiles is actually a demon or whatever and grinning when Stiles takes him out for ice cream and blushing when Stiles is all romantic and kisses him sweetly, mean while Stiles’ inner monologue is just going, “what are you doing, Stilinski?!?! YOU HATE THIS STUFF! YOU HATE ROMANCE! YOU HATE ICE CREAM. YOU NEED TO BREAK IT OFF RIGHT NOW BEFORE YOU DO SOMETHING TERRIBLE LIKE CUDDLE.” But then Derek gives him this smile and “oh, Hades in Hell, this is bad. This is really, really bad.” (Spoiler: they end up cuddling.)

OR

Stiles being assigned by the demon gods to ruin Derek’s life, but woops he goes and falls in love with him instead, and every time he tries to do something mean he ends up screwing everything up and his very mean and evil genius plan just ends up turning into something that makes Derek laugh- and somewhere along the line Stiles realises he has come to crave that laugh and does everything in his power to hear it. (Even though when he actually tries to make Derek laugh he ends up accidentally achieving his original evil genius plans instead. Really, he’s the worst demon ever.) 

I NEED IT ALL.