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Being the untalented friend is such an amazing job, you freak out when your friends make cool stuff and then hate yourself for having zero talent in everything

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Send me hearts

💖 - I admire you

💓 - You give me feels

💜 - You’re intimidating

💌 - We should talk more

💟 - How are you so cute

💝 - Love seeing you on my dash

💗 - I miss interacting with you

💞 - You’re amazing at ______

💘 - I’m crushing on you

💕 - I ship you with ______

♥ - You make me uncomfortable

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creepersjeeperss-blog · 4 years

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concept: a few years from now, you’re living your best life. you have your dream job. you’ve evolved into the greatest version of yourself. you’re happy. you’re content.

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His World | Skyla Rae

No one knew how to help him. No one had any ideas on how to get Shawn to calm down. His voice is completely shot to hell, he can barely form a single word without having to cough or clear his throat. It was painful for those who watched, imagine being him.

On top of it all, no one could get the cell phone out of his hand. He’d just posted that he has to cancel the show, which was heartbreaking in itself to watch Shawn admit. Now he was torturing himself by reading through the comments of those were supposed to attend the show. Some are supportive, but the ones he is reading are the ones that show disappointment and anger.

He keeps sniffling, and shaking his head, his poor curls are wrecked.

Skyla sits with Brian at a table in the catering room, drawing pictures for Uncle Connor. She’s humming ‘Never Be Alone’ while drawing in what her camera with purple marker.

“He’s destroyed because of this. I’ve known the kid for almost a decade now. I’ve watched him go through heartbreaks. I’ve watched him grow and mature into a young father, but never once have I ever seen him so broken. Cancelling a show has always been his greatest fear, the guilt of it all. Now it’s hear, and he doesn’t know how to handle it.” Andrew says from the next table over. Him and Cez are making arrangements for paying each and every ticket holder back.

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Make It To Christmas - Shawn Mendes

based on the song by Alessia Cara

❄️ FANFICmas ❄️

its another xmas fic yaaay! as promised, this one is based on the song by alessia! i did not re-read it so excuse me for the grammar mistakes lmao

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Sitting on the end of the bed you listen to your mom ranting about how rude a lady was at the store today and you really try your best to focus on what she is saying, but your thoughts are somewhere else.

“Yeah, that’s crazy,” you mumble, drawing little patterns on the bed sheet under you.

“Anyway, you’re still making gingerbread for tomorrow, right?”

The mentioning of the Christmas family gathering makes your throat close up as your eyes wonder over to Shawn’s side of the bed and you see that it’s untouched, has been for almost two days now.

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Used To This | CB

summary: you wake up with connor by your side and realised you could get used to forever looking like this

warnings: kissing??

genre: FLUFF

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so, this is my new blog. hi! i left my old blog @tinycertain for reasons you can check out on that page but without further or do i introduce you to my new blog which is authentically all me. enjoy this short piece i wrote earlier in attempts to cheer myself up, feel free to lmk if you prefer connor or shawn or anyone else. reblog and leave some feedback please!

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You awoke to the sun shining through the open curtains, causing you to turn away in an attempt to savour any remaining moments of sleep. You groaned after realising it just weren’t going to happen and reached for your phone on the bedside table which read 09:30am.

Just as you were about to let out a mini protest on being up so early on a Saturday you felt the bed dip behind you with your boyfriends weight. You turned around and smiled slightly, still in a sleepy haze.

Connor found you the cutest when you were sleepy; of course to him you were constantly cute but there was something about how dozy and yet clingy you were that made him fall in love with you more every time.

“Morning baby,” he whispered in your ear, smirking slightly as goosebumps arose on your neck.

You mumbled back some sort of reply which led to him chuckling and then flipping you onto your back as he straddled your lower body. He lent down to wake you up with a kiss before he felt a hand to his chest as you pushed him away slightly.

He frowned and silently asked what was up to which you replied with, “morning breath bubs.”

“Y/n I don’t care, I just wanna wake my baby up the proper way: with a kiss.”

You swooned over your boyfriend of two years, Connor was everything you wanted in a partner and he came out with the cutest things but you were determined to brush your teeth before you let him anywhere near your mouth. You wanted him to hang around for as long as possible, not run away after smelling your breath of a morning.

He reluctantly let you out of his hold with a pout on his lips as he watched you saunter into your shared bathroom. However he couldn’t stay pouty for long, as he watched you walk away and smiled to himself as he thought about how he couldn’t wait to ask you to marry him next month so you could do this domestic shit with each other forever.

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okay this was so short which i am sorry for but i’m still getting back into the whole writing thing and there’s a lot going on right now. i don’t have a lot of followers atm because this is my new blog so i’d really appreciate it if you guys reblogged this for me and hit the follow button. feedback would also be greatly appreciated, ily guys!

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