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[sohosaturn]

tried digital painting for the first time, it was pretty good practice!! it turned out better than i expected lol

[seokjinsonlyone]

Oohh I don't know if my comments have been sending 💔 Tumblr has been so rude lately about not allowing me to send asks or write comments sometimes, but YES what you said about Hobi!! A few months back when he posted that picture of him in nothing but a robe in his hotel room I saw a comment on Twitter or Insta idk that was like "He fucks, and we have to accept that.😭" and I was like 'accept'? Bitch I support the Hoseok slut campaign full throttle.

He is so mmm, I think how much of a flirt he is, is often overlooked but when you observe his body language and his space presence, especially now?? There's this air of confidence that you know comes from a man who's got it going ON!!

Would meet your eyes from across the room, would make you get all shy would just a glance, would basically fuck you on the dance floor with how scandalous your moves are together, and would send you home in the morning limping, sore, hair a hot mess, with nothing but a cute kiss like he wasn't a demon the night before.

And he is soooo foul for that because I just know he gives you the boyfriend experience afterward. Would wake you up in the morning with slow sllooowwwww kisses all over your body, would let you pick out anything from room service and feed it to you in bed.

Even when you're trying to sneak out early in the morning because you're trying to be respectful of the fact that he's an idol and not down for anyone clingy, he'd feel you leaving and look at you half-lidded, chest bare, voice deep, as you try to find the panties that he no doubt hid from you somewhere to...enjoy later...and hits you with the "leaving so soon baby? I'm hurt."

and when he can see in your face that you got butterflies in your stomach from that one phrase, he continues to push it omg, in this sweet, borderline mocking tone. "C'mon, I couldn't have been that bad right?" and makes soft mouth noises like you're some type of animal that needs to be coaxed back into bed with him, and honestly, with the way ya'll went at it last night you wouldn't be surprised if you were. And then he sits up a bit and the sheet drifts a little further down his waist and he spreads his legs a little, just enough to draw attention to the area and you look down and see he's already hard and dripping pre, enough to leave the sheet damp.

The next time he speaks it comes out breathless and rough and he stares directly into your eyes as it he says it..."because daddy can make it up to you if he was. Nice and slow if that's how you like it. I don't mind setting aside a day for you baby. I'll figure you out, don't you worry. Just come back to bed and let me show you how good I can be for you, yeah? I'll let you tell me what to do...let you use me until you're dripping on both of us, okay?"

Yeah...you dont leave the bed until at least mid-day. And when you wake up to those wet, hot, lips of his all over you as he holds up the breakfast menu for the five-star hotel...you start to see why there are so many NDAs in this industry because this man is too much.

Is a slut so he sends you back with one of his shirts and boxers on. Does not let you leave in anything else and promises to dry clean your dress for you. Lets you take one of his personal drivers back to where you need to be. Kisses you long and hard on the mouth as you have to leave, then sweet on the temple, and says "special treatment for my special girl." Gives you his number with the note that he might not always respond, but if you need anything, physical or otherwise, he better be the first person you call. Walks you down the car and doesn't go back inside until he sees you drive away safely because he's sick like that. -🌻

SHE CAME TO THE PARTY WITH A SWITCH ON THE GLOCK 😭😭😭😭😭 DEAD IM DEAD THERES CASUALTIES

like U SO RIGHT about this bc hobi seems to value efficiency nd if u was already there for the night you might as well make the most of the day too 🤷‍♀️

but fr fr the nail on the coffin for me truly was you saying he wouldn’t go back inside until you drove away safely LIKE THE ABSOLUTE SLUTTIEST THING A MAN CAN DO IS CARE ABOUT YOUR WELL-BEING AND HOBI SO WOULD GIRL U GOT ME PROJECTILE VOMITTING GOODBYE

🧎‍♀️🚶‍♀️🏃‍♀️

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

Submission

Hey there, long time no see!

I've been dipping in and out of Tumblr the last couple of weeks and have been keeping up with all your interesting discussions with anons (sorry, stalkerish I know, but I find it both insightful and entertaining.) I couldn't help but notice @just-a-poor-boy-queen posted about our good old friend on Instagram spouting her usual bullshit, only this time she apparently has proof that her claims are real from Lying Ass Jerkoff , sorry, Lesley Ann Jones' latest book. According to her, as you already know, she claims that Lesley denounces Jim and Freddie's relationship and Jim apparently confessed to her that he never loved Freddie, that he used him for fame, etc. etc.

Which is...very interesting. Because LAJ's biography, Bohemian Rhapsody, claims the exact opposite.

While I was out in town today, I visited my local bookstore and unintentionally stumbled across the book in the biography section. My first instinct was to ignore it - I know for a fact it's trash - but curiosity got the better of me and I ended up having a flip through.

First off, the amount of stuff she gets wrong is hilarious. Some of them were minute errors, others the average Queen fan could tell you is fake. I'm pretty sure she talked about Freddie taking Princess Diana out in drag and the party with the midgets carrying bowls of cocaine on their heads, which we know never happened. There was also a picture of Freddie and Mary (one where Freddie is leaning on Mary while she's smoking a cigarette,) that was captioned "the happy couple relaxing together," which made me laugh out loud because it was allegedly taken in 1975 when Freddie was dating David behind Mary's back. Relationship goals, ammirite?

And don't get me started on the Barbara stuff, I stg, LAJ seems low-key obsessed with her.

Anyway, I ended up skipping to the end where she talks about Jim; she does indeed claim that she stayed with him in Carlow (not sure what year,) and that she interviewed him while she was there. This is what she had to say:

On Jim's motivation for writing M&M: (Jones) "Jim Hutton later explained that it was anger, not money, that prompted him to write his memoir. He wanted the world to know the truth, and could see no other way."

(Jones) "There is no doubt that Jim, the bereft lover, embarked upon his selective 1994 biography with the intention of creating a tender tribute to an adored partner. This was blurred by a co-writer who dwelled more on sensational aspects of the relationship, as well as on intimate details of Freddie's final days."

(Jones) "Given Jim's Catholic background, and the fact that his mother was still alive when he published, it must have taken immense courage to write the book."

About the GL boys being erased by Jim Beach: (Jim) "I think Jim Beach was angry that my book ruined the myth of Freddie. All it did was return him to his original status of a human being. It told the truth. Beach wanted fans to believe that sweet Mary Austin was the love of Freddie's life, and what a great, tragic, romantic tale it all was."

(Jones) "Jim was consequently banished from the Queen camp." (She goes on to explain it's likely because everyone was grieving, but I don't buy it.)

(Jones) "Freddie's will raised countless questions, some of which would never be resolved." (I thought this was interesting, given that I've seen speculation that Freddie might have been influenced over what to put in his will before.)

On Dave Clark: (Jones) "The press reported that Dave Clark had said he was the only person in the bedroom when Freddie died. 'He was not the only person in the room,' Jim stated. 'But it was quoted all over the place.' The error must have been perturbed the sensitive and caring Clark, for on his birthday, Jim received a beautiful card from him. 'The inscription he wrote inside read "you were there.' " (Jim goes on to recount the exact same version of events written in Mercury & Me about Freddie's death. He speaks highly of Clark, saying he was brilliant when Freddie was ill and would sit with him for hours. Jim seems more angry at the press spreading lies than at Dave himself. I've seen people argue that Dave was the one spreading the rumours to the paper or he did nothing to refute them, but who knows, perhaps he was a victim of the tabloids too.)

Phoebe testifying to Jim's character: (Phoebe) "Those concerned have to live with themselves. Mary once said of Jim that he had 'a very vivid imagination.' I knew Jim a very long time, and never knew him to be anything other than totally honest. Jim's conscience, like mine, will always be clear." (Given how Phoebe now makes a point of saying that Jim "exaggerated" stuff in his book, I find this a tad hypocritical. Still, I appreciate him sticking up for Jim and saying that those who are trying to change Freddie's legacy will have to live with that on their conscience. Also, fuck you Mary, if you did say that about Jim.)

On Jim's love for Freddie: (Jones) "There are still times when I can be pottering around in the garden, and Freddie's facial expression when he died will come into my mind," he told me in Ireland, "I can blank out what happened consciously but not subconsciously. It is impossible to forget. I learned so much from him, not least a positive outlook. Freddie's attitude was always, 'But you can, don't you see? You can do it. Put your mind to it, you'll see what you can do' That was one of the loveliest things about him."

(Jones) "During the time I spent with Jim in picturesque County Carlow, there was no doubt that the love Jim claimed to have felt for Freddie was genuine. He was a warm and decent man who was content with his lot. He was eternally grateful, he told me, for having experienced the superstar lifestyle through Freddie."

(Jones) "Jim would never truly recover from the loss."

I took screenshots of all the quotes above, which I'm happy to submit if anyone is interested. I would love to have seen what else she said about Jim, but taking pictures of book pages in the middle of a shop isn't the best look, so I kept it brief. 

So, overall, Lesley seems to have a very high opinion of Jim, and believed the love between he and Freddie was genuine. Which is quite surprising, given that she downplays all of Freddie's other relationships with men in favour of promoting his fictional "romance" with Miss Valentin. Of course, this could all be complete bullshit and she never met Jim at all, but if she is telling the truth for once in her life, then she's one of few biographers who was very much supportive of Jimercury.

As one of the anons correctly stated, we have two possible scenarios.

A) If crazy lady is telling the truth, and Jones does make all these negative claims about Jim in her new book, then she was either lying in Bohemian Rhapsody or she's lying now in her latest cash cow. In this scenario, she's a liar either way. But tell us something we don't know.

B) Crazy Lady is pretending to have read the book, or read it and was angry there was nothing bad about Jim, and is fabricating quotes to suit her anti-Jim agenda, knowing her thick-as-bricks followers will just take her word for it and not bother looking for evidence. This is the most likely scenario. 

I know most people with a brain know not to trust the word of either of these women, but I thought it would be fun to dismantle some of Insta lady's claims regardless, in case there was anyone out there having doubts.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

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Hi there! It's good to see you again.

This...is a lot to think about lol. Since LAJ is such a liar, it's hard to believe she really sat down with Jim, or that most of what she said was from primary sources. However, it is strange that she spoke so highly of Jim given...everything else she's ever said lol. The quotes above do fit with what other people have said about Jim and Garden Lodge as a whole, though. It's very strange because it's either she decided to be factual with this, or lie about getting these quotes but decide to stick up for Jim, anyway. Weird, weird, weird.

It's really hard to know who's lying in the new book, LAJ or the hater lady. They're both so unreliable. It does seem too convenient that what LAJ supposedly says lines up with the hater lady rhetoric, but idk. Apparently LAJ blocked the hater lady on twitter, too lmao. So maybe it's the hater lady who's lying? But I can believe LAJ suddenly changing her tune, too.

I don't know. Thank you for sharing this information. I have more questions than answers now lol but still

[stanzoeywade]

Poppy x MC Tinder AU

Summary: based off that one tumblr post about a girl who never experienced an orgasm and their friend hooks them up with their lesbian friend. aka, the au that no one asked for.

in which Veronica and Chloe find out that Poppy's never experienced an orgasm and they decide to help her out by creating a tinder account for her, cue MC finding her account and shenanigans happen.

Warnings: swear words maybe some smut but nothing too graphic. (OWO)

If anyone wants to be added to taglist please reply. As always these are only my headcanons so enjoy my take on that tinder au anon asked @somewillwin about. Your brain anon omg.

Taglist: @somewillwin @belvoiresqueenbee @origmansello @clownery-is-a-new-personality @kamilahtrash @poppysminion @poppysimp @captain-hanadeleine @poppysmc @iiizdumb @uselesslesbianfr @scattered-to-the-winds @idiot-justidiot @toyhenoctus

First of all this discussion happens one night where Poppy, Chloe and Veronica get their asses drunk at a frat party. Believe or not the top 3 girls of Belvoire actually care about each other, they just have a really weird way of showing it.

A heart to heart talk starts and the three of them start to confess things that they would never talk about when sober. Cue Poppy saying "I've never experienced an orgasm in my whole life."

Chloe and Veronica just look at Poppy shocked and their jaws drop. Veronica just looks at Poppy with a weird look of pity, whilst Chloe just stares.

After realising what she said Poppy quickly sobers up and clams her mouth shut. "What do you mean you've never had an orgasm before?!" Veronica all but yells. "Gee V, couldn't you have said that any louder, I don't think the whole school heard you." Poppy replies sarcastically.

Veronica just rolls her eyes and says "Girl, you're not getting out of this convo that easily. Now spill the tea sis." Chloe and Veronica look at Poppy expectantly, waiting for her to elaborate. Poppy just sighs and looks away cheeks flushed, as if embarrassed.

The two don't stop pestering her, so Poppy has no choice but to raise her hands in mock surrender. "Fine, I'll tell you" she says as her eyes narrow dangerously. "But if you tell anyone about this, I will actually erase the both of you from planet earth."

Poppy begins to explain that none of her exes made her feel good, and that whenever she had sex with any of them she always had to fake it, so much so that she's started to find sex boring.

Veronica and Chloe share a look and nod at each other. The both of them say "We're gonna set up a tinder account for you to find a good lay (basically the british version of saying good fuck), because that's just pretty fucking sad. Why didn't you tell us sooner, like bruhhh??."

Poppy just looks away and says "Its not like I can just go up to you guys and say 'I've never orgasmed before'". The two just nod their head in understanding before taking Poppy's phone and installing tinder.

They spend some time taking and choosing the best photos for Poppy to use on her tinder profile. (If anyone has seen Euphoria, you know that scene where Rue helps Jules take nudes, it's like that but PG-13) Considering that the three of them were pretty drunk, it was surprising to see how well it turned out.

Feeling sleepy, both Veronica and Chloe retreat back to their room, and Poppy just feels so tired that she falls asleep as soon as the other girls leave.

Waking up the next morning Poppy wakes up to the sound of her phone beeping numerous times and annoyed by the constant ping, she picks it up to see that almost all the notifications were from tinder.

Poppy is confused because wtf? When did she download tinder??? And then it hits her like a truck, 'Oh shit, we were all drunk as fuck last night, I thought that was some bizarre lucid dream but I actually have a tinder account. Fuck.' - she thinks to herself, embarrassed that Veronica and Chloe know her secret.

She sees a few messages from the group chat. Veronica sent her a message. "Poppy, istg if you delete tinder after all the time we spent making your profile look cute, I will post the ugliest picture I have of you on my insta." it reads. What surprised her is that Chloe actually backs Veronica up by saying "Yeah Poppy, it took our three collective brain cells to curate that account so you better use it."

Poppy giggles a little amused by her friends' reaction and she messages them back by saying "Fine, but if it doesn't work out you guys have to pay for my next shopping spree." Chloe and Veronica just agrees albeit unwillingly, but they know not to argue back.

Poppy decides to check the messages and matches that she got on tinder, disappointed but not surprised, most messages say "Send nudes" or a nude pic is attached to their messages. Poppy just rolls her eyes as she immediately unmatches them.

You were looking on tinder for your latest hook-up with no strings attached because ewww commitment and no one really caught your eye, except Poppy. Imagine your surprise when you find Poppy's profile on tinder, deciding that it was a troll account you decide to message them saying "Wow, of all the people you could choose to pretend to be, you choose the HBIC of Belvoire. Stop trying to catfish people, that's just shitty."

Poppy shocked at the sudden message that she gets from you scoffs and replies back "I'm not pretending to be anyone, Farmsville, in case you didn't know even I'm allowed to use tinder."

You just roll your eyes and text back "If you really are Poppy Min-Sinclair, prove it. I might hate Poppy's guts but trying to ruin her reputation by doing shit like this isn't funny."

This catches Poppy's attention, and suddenly she's curious. 'Why would she even stand up for me?' she can't help but wonder.

Poppy screenshots your conversation and sends it to Chloe and Veronica who have vastly different reactions. Veronica's response compiles of this emoji 👀, and the words "Farmsville likes girls, we been knew." and Chloe's response is more of a "WTF, I thought she was dating that Zoey girl."

The girls tell her that it would be fun to mess with you, and they tell her that she should prove that the profile is hers. Veronica also messages her privately saying "girl, her bio legit says 'not looking for commitment' this is like your chance to sleep with her and if you don't, I will." Poppy just grunts in annoyance and decides that fine, she supposed that you were attractive enough for a hook-up.

When you don't get a reply within the next ten minutes you scoff and roll your eyes. 'Damn, people really stoop so low huh.' - you think to yourself. There's a slight disappointment that crosses your mind once the account stopped replying to your messages. You were kind of hoping that it was the real Poppy after all.

Against her better judgement (gay denial right here folks, you're the first to see it), she decides to take a selfie and sends it to you.

Right as you're about to unmatch to what most likely seems to be a fake account, you're surprised to see a message from Poppy's supposed account. It was a selfie of Poppy, where instead of her usual pink fur coat, she's wearing something casual, and to be fair it's a really nice mirror selfie. (This is what I imagine) (I still stand by my headcanon of Poppy looking like Chungha but I couldn't find a good photo lolol)

Doubting that it's really Poppy, you decide to check your socials to see if she's uploaded any new images, and so far you haven't found anything. However you're nothing if not stubborn. You ask if she could prove that she's real and not some weirdo.

Poppy just rolls her eyes annoyed that she's being questioned, as a last ditch effort to gain your trust she sends another selfie, which is a bit more revealing than the last and once you see it your brain stops functioning.

Regaining your composure, you message her saying "I thought you had a boyfriend? What the fuck?" The only response you get is a reaction gif of some girl rolling their eyes. Being the little shit you are you decide to annoy her by sending selfies back, each photo more provocative than the last.

Poppy amused by the photos decides to get you back and it becomes a game of one-upping each other to see who takes better thirst traps. This continues on for an entire week (It's such a stupid competion and both of you know but you're both competitive af so yeah.) until Poppy snaps and contacts you using her actual phone number instead of the app.

Poppy's already frustrated and she's annoyed because she can't stop thinking about you and your stupidly hot, gorgeous body - oh my god I'm going insane she thinks to herself. She decides enough is enough and messages you. "FUCK YOU FARMSVILLE! BACK DOWN ALREADY!"

You wouldn't be yourself if you didn't have a sassy comeback ready so you reply with "FUCK ME YOURSELF YOU COWARD!" sending her yet another thirst trap, this one more revealing than the others.

Poppy snaps when she sees the message and she's quick to make a reservation to her favourite hotel in NYC, because as if she'd be seen taking you to her room. She gets the biggest room because she's extra like that and she knows she deserves the best.

The only response you get is a pinned location on the map, aptly captioned, "Meet me here Farmsville and I'll make you eat your words."

Still feeling feisty you reply with "Is that a threat or is that a promise? 😘😜" and Poppy just tells you to hurry up.

This is a really stupid idea - you think to yourself. You can't help but be suspicious of Poppy wanting to meet up, after all she can use this information against you. However none of that matters to your lust riddled brain, considering the last hook-up you've had was with Professor Kingsley and that was quite some time ago and you're really horny for some action.

You quickly dress in your best underwear, and choose something fashionable yet casual to wear because let's face it even if you hate Poppy, you don't want to look like a loser if you're gonna hook up.

Once you get there, you quickly make your way to the designated room that Poppy told you to go to. Knocking on the door, you're lowkey expecting Belvoire students to berate you, but once the door opens all you can see is Poppy.

Poppy is dressed in nothing but her underwear as she pulls you into the room. Feeling a bit awkward, you decide to break the ice by saying "I lowkey expected this to be some weird plan where you embarass me in front of your clique."

Poppy just looks at you and she scoffs as she says "As much as I hate you Farmsville, even I wouldn't stoop that low. Plus it's a crime to share nudes without a person's permission." You just look at her in disbelief jaw dropping as you take all of her in. I mean if you thought she looked good in the photos, then damn seeing it in real life was a different experience entirely

She notices that you're staring and she just flashes you a smirk and says "See something you like?" and all you want to do is wipe the smirk off her perfect face.

Stepping closer to Poppy, you make the first move and kiss her roughly, each kiss longer than the last and you can feel your heart pound as your nervousness dissipates and all you can focus on is the smell of Poppy's perfume and how it drives you wild. As well as how soft her skin feels against your hands and it's enough to drive you over the edge.

Poppy pulls away and you follow after her, annoyed by the fact that the kisses stopped. You can hear her pant as she struggles to breathe.

As soon as Poppy catches her breath, she says "I'm starting to feel under dressed so let's fix that shall we?" She pulls you towards the bed and she strips your clothing off, and you can't help but stare because holy shit this is actually happening. You start to wonder if you're dreaming until you feel Poppy kiss you again, this time slower and softer and you can't help the wistful sigh that escapes your lips.

You decide to take the lead until you hear Poppy say something. "Wait a minute Farmsville." You stop and listen because no matter how sexually frustrated you might be at the moment, consent is always important.

You wait patiently for her to start talking and she says "Don't make fun of me, but I've never known what an orgasm feels like." You can tell that she's flustered by the way she looks away and refuses to make eye contact.

Your eyes soften up and you kiss her gently on the neck and whisper "I guess that's something we can improve after tonight, but if you feel uncomfortable at any moment in time just tell me to stop." Surprised that you even cared about how she felt Poppy just nods her head softly at you.

"I'm gonna start touching you, okay Poppy?" you say your voice gentle, as you hope that it soothes her nerves. "Just relax and let me do the work, alright, I promise I won't hurt you." Poppy just shoots you a shy smile and your heart pounds because fuck that's the cutest fucking thing you've ever seen.

Kissing your way to her inner thighs, you can hear and feel her squirm against your touch. In order to keep her still, you place her hands on your hair and assure her that it's okay if she tugs on it. You place your hands on her hips to keep her steady as you tease and suck on her clit.

Poppy's small moans of contentment makes you want to do more, so you try extra hard because you want to hear more. You can feel Poppy's body begin to shudder and you can tell that she's close and spurred on by that you insert your fingers into her core and thrust until you can hear scream in pleasure.

You can't help but stare as her body starts to spasm and you let her grind so that she can climax again and it's the most erotic moment of your life.

Poppy feels her whole vision turn white for a moment and she feels euphoric once she realises that she came.

As soon as she regains her bearings, she turns to you, who looks very satisfied, and omg did she just see you lick her juices off your finger. That sends a wave of arousal straight to her core and she looks away embarrassed from being turned on again just a few seconds after coming.

You put your hand on her chin and turn her face towards you forcing her to make eye contact. "It's not over yet, Princess. I'm pretty sure that we can wriggle more of those out of you and the night is young." you say your voice dropping an octave.

By the time that you've finished, Poppy's mind has gone blank and she feels so tired that she doesn't think she can move. She's got to give you props though, because goddamn that was the first time she actually enjoyed sex and she actually got to cum too.

Noticing that Poppy's too tired to move, you decide to lift her up in a princess carry and surprised by your sudden action Poppy's about to protest until you just tell her to be quiet.

Placing Poppy in the bath tub, you turn on the faucet and makes sure that the water isn't too hot or cold as it fills up. After the bath has been filled you slip into the bathtub behind Poppy as you help her clean up.

'Okay now she's just being unfair, why is she being so nice.' Poppy thinks to herself. Trying to make conversation Poppy says "Why are you taking care of me, I half expected you to leave after we fucked." You rest you chin on her shoulder and say "I didn't want you to catch a cold, and besides what kind of a person would I be if I just left you on your own? I like to think of myself as a gentlewoman." You start to place soft kisses on her shoulders and Poppy just sighs wistfully, feeling at peace as she leans back against you. "Don't tell anyone but this was actually the most fun I've had. Hell I don't think any of my exes would have compared against you." Poppy says shyly.

You can't help the smile that creeps it's way to your face. "You can't say shit like that Poppy, I'm pretty sure you're gonna give me a heart attack if you act this soft." you say teasing lilt in your voice and you can hear Poppy giggle. It sounds so soft and you realise that it's a sound that you want to hear.

Your relationship as enemies with benefits start and the both of you can't really keep your hands off each other, God forbid if you're in the same room.

Intense stares from across the room that everyone assumes to be glares, but little do they know that it's your own way of communicating.

One day Poppy calls you up and tells you that you're going shopping, but in reality it was just an excuse to spend more time with you. On the way to the mall, you guys get frisky in the car and before you can stop yourself you say "Babe" and you can't help but think that you've fucked up.

Poppy doesn't say anything but she likes the new pet name and can't wait to hear you say it again.

You guys go to a high end designer store and one of the staff approaches you and says "You guys look good together." While you're quick to deny it, Poppy just thanks them, but as she hears you deny it her eyes widen and you can see her heart break in front of your eyes. Poppy runs off and you're confused.

The employee looks at you and says "I probably shouldn't say anything else today but you should go after her. It's obvious that you both like each other."

Searching the mall, you're relieved once you see Poppy sitting down on a bench, and you approach her carefully. You see that her eyes are red and you feel shitty because you're the reason why she's crying.

Poppy notices you and she's about to run off again until you catch her wrist in your hand. "Poppy please look at me." you plead and she doesn't budge as she tries to get away from your grip.

Seeing that she can't outrun you considering you're holding onto her she just sighs and looks at you. Her face is covered in tears and you use your other hand to wipe them away.

"You know after you called me babe in the car, I was so happy because I thought that it meant that we were dating, but I guess I was just another girl for you to fuck." Poppy says and your heart breaks.

"I thought that you didn't like me that way, so I quickly denied that we were dating. I do like you Poppy, but you never made it clear that we were in a relationship. Though to be fair I should have tried to clear things up too. I guess we're both idiots huh?" You say as you hold her face between your hands.

Leaning in you capture Poppy's lips and she eagerly kisses you back, happy to resolve the misunderstanding.

Unbeknownst to the both of you a Belvoire student caught everything on camera and by the next day everyone on campus knows that you guys are dating.

No one dares to say anything because uhhh POWER COUPLE and they're highly scared of Poppy killing them lol.

Long story short Poppy sees your tinder account and you compete for better thirst traps and well you start fucking and it ends up with you two dating.

Well that was long, hope you guys enjoy, don't forget to like or reblog if you like it.

[footballffbarbiex]

Her Moment.

This is part of the pilot series. 

_____ Request!: Eric Dier is every inch the proud boyfriend when he throws a massive suprise party in Spurs' stadium when his girl is promoted from First Officer to Pilot! Complete with a LOT of insta posts - breaking his notoriously private rule imao _______

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Eric has been a nervous wreck for her for the past few weeks, even though he’s tried to hide it. Not because he’s ashamed of it but he doesn’t want to make her feel more anxious than she already is. She’s worked incredibly hard for the promotion, put in the hours to show that she can do it, to show that she’s capable of the responsibility that comes with that role but of course, there’s still times that she begins to doubt herself - though those moments are away from the plane and when she’s in the comfort of her own home.

And though she hasn’t let him know yet, her manager has after she was told of course, knowing what Eric has been planning. She always took the party planning seriously and he hoped he could replicate some of that. It wouldn’t have her style or her stamp on things but he wanted to show her how proud he was and how much he loved her. He couldn’t keep anything at home, even though she was mostly out of the house. He couldn’t risk the one time he thinks he’s safe to be the one place that she decides to check.

He’d been anxious to order a cake just in case; she’d had several set backs previously in her career and though he was positive this time would be different, he didn’t want to take that chance in case it didn’t happen. What did happen though, was the moment he got confirmation of her promotion, he notified his friend who makes the most amazing cupcakes, and she got to work to put together more than a few batches, with a quick frosting on top and small pilot wings icing badge on top, they looked amazing.

With everything set up and ready to go, his nervousness builds the closer it becomes to her arriving to “pick him up from training”, not knowing the real reason that Eric has asked her there. With many of her friends and family there too, along with some of the lads from the team, Eric waits, finally brightening up as he hears her confused tone as she’s lead throughout the building until she reaches the canteen where everyone waits.

“Congratulations!” Is echoed from each person as she steps inside, surprise visible on her face as she lifts her hand to her mouth and her eyes widen, taking in each of the faces there.

“What the…” she trails off, unable to believe what she’s seeing. She doesn’t know where to look first, allowing herself to be pulled into Eric’s strong arms as he moves forward and draws her into a warm hug. “I can’t believe you did this without me knowing. How did you pull this off?”

“I have some skills. I know it’s not to your party standards but I -”

“But nothing, this is amazing. Thank you,” her words are sincere, though he can feel how she shakes a little.

“Hey, it’s just us.” He whispers, “look at me. It’s just the ones you know. I wanted you to feel comfortable and at home. I don’t want you feeling as though you need to put on a front for anyone. They’re all here for you.” He hesitates for a moment, “did I do something wrong?”

“No!” She quickly says, “no. I just didn’t know you knew already, and I genuinely wasn’t expecting this. “It’s amazing.” She blows out a breath and gives a nervous laugh. “I can’t believe you pulled all of this together,” she says as she wraps her arms around his waist and snuggles into him a little more.

“I was so nervous thinking you were going to find out.”

“But it all came together.” She says with a big smile. “Thank you. Thank you, thank you.” She beams.

She moves away from Eric as she enables everyone to pull her into a hug, she laughs at their jokes, accepts their praise and well wishes. Cards are piled up on the table with their congratulations, she swipes her finger through the frosting and happily cleans it off while relishing in the moment that’s just for her, just for her achievements and for the first time that day, she allows herself to breathe properly. She’s not usually one to have the attention on her, much preferring to make a fuss over others instead. She’s the happiest when she’s making others happy rather than the focus being on her but she seems comfortable.

She doesn’t notice the happiness on Eric’s face as he watches her take it all in, eating as much as she wants and laughs along with others. She doesn’t see the pictures he takes, the candid shots that he manages to take which he fully intends to brighten and get printed off. The photos where she’s looking so beautiful and so happy. And the one from the back, her hair is still up in a ponytail, trailing down between her shoulder blades and her arms are high up in the air as she celebrates. It’s the shot he plans to use for his social media.

She hadn’t been aware that she was feeling tense, wound up tightly until Harry’s fingers had rubbed over her shoulders ands she felt herself melting against him.

“Congratulations.” He says, his thumbs rubbing deep circles into the muscle and she’s not sure if she wants to cry with the pain or with happiness the knot is being smoothed out.

“Thank you.” She manages through gritted teeth.

“Thought you’d have told me though.” He says and digs his thumb in a little harder for annoyed reasons.

“I didn’t tell anyone. Ow.”

“Not even your own brother?” He asks and she turns in his hands.

“Especially not you, you’re a blabber mouth. And as Eric was planning this, you’d have ruined that too.”

“I only slipped up a few times. I didn’t tell you about…no wait, I did with that one…” he trails off, his eyes no longer on her as he tries to think back. “and that one.”

“It’s why,” Eric’s voice says from behind her, “I had everyone keep him out of the loop.” His hand rests on her waist; a light touch but she still feels it.

“That’s well harsh.”

“But the right call.” She agrees with Eric and tries not to laugh when Harry scowls at her. “No frowny faces. Go eat a cupcake. Be happy.”

“I’m proud of you.” Eric says once Harry’s left them to it. “So proud of you.”

“You are?”

“100% You’re going to be amazing in this role.”

“I’m proud of me too.” She grins. “Does that sound big headed?”

“It sounds deserved, if you ask me. This is just a little something that I wanted to put together. We can still celebrate however you wanted to.”

“I’d like that,” she beams at him. “I’d like that a lot.”

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For the Pilot Series: roberto-firminos

[frenchibi]

quiet places

(what, a fic? on tumblr? by me? in 2019? It’s more likely than you think!)

Crowley gets a cold. (1k, fluff)

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“I’m a demon,” Crowley croaked. “Demons don’t get strep throat.”

“Don’t be fussy,” said the angel, clearly fussing. “Drink your tea.”

Crowley scowled, but brought the cup to his lips nonetheless. The hot liquid burned the inside of his throat, but he welcomed the feeling. It’d serve all those bacteria right, for infecting this body.

It was, indeed, quite ridiculous. And the only thing stopping him now from using a quick miracle to rid himself of this inconvenience was Aziraphale, propping up a pillow behind his back. Aziraphale, who had hurried over with tea and lozenges and an extra blanket when he’d heard Crowley’s voice on the phone.

Maybe, Crowley decided, having a cold for a few days wasn’t so bad, overall, if it came with all this extra care and attention.

“Perhaps you’ll gain a proper appreciation for illness if you experience it yourself,” the angel said, not without humour. “Would’ve done you all some good, before sending plagues upon humanity.”

Crowley wanted to argue that he hadn’t done that, anyhow, even if the commendation he’d received for the Plague suggested otherwise – but his throat was starting to feel miraculously soothed, so he settled for a scowl.

Aziraphale saw the expression and tutted, waving his hand. “Oh, you know what I mean. Them, obviously. Not you.”

“’s not very demonic,” Crowley said, put out. His throat protested, and he clamped his lips shut.

“Best not talk for a while, dear – it’d cause you pain, I’d expect.” Aziraphale didn’t sound particularly bothered by this. “It’s alright though – I’ve brought books.”

Of course he had.

“Angel, I don’t-”

“Oh, hush. I’ll read to you.”

Crowley hesitated. An evening in with the angel did sound quite lovely, cold or no, – but he felt duty-bound to resist. Not that anyone Below would notice, especially if there was no miracle-working involved, but still-

Even as he hesitated, Aziraphale had smoothed out the far side of the covers of Crowley’s too-large, too-stylish bed and planted himself beside him, small stack of books teetering at his side as he made himself comfortable. Crowley’s protests died in his throat (alongside plenty of pesky micro-organisms, hopefully). Instead, he leaned back into the pillow (much plumper and more homey than he remembered it being) and drew the mug back to his lips. Tiny miracles like this usually flew below the radar.

The inability to comment on what the angel was reading soon proved to be a gigantic nuisance – Crowley, as always, had plenty of sarcastic remarks at the tip of his tongue, and Aziraphale clearly noticed him squirming, for after finishing the first chapter, he lowered the book and gave him a reproachful look.

“Oh, stop fidgeting.”

It took all of Crowley’s self-control not to hiss at him, and the angel sighed.

“Well. Music, then, I should think.”

An old record player in the corner creaked into motion. Certainly not the type of thing Crowley would have invested in, but there it sat anyway, and soft, hesitant music filled the air.

Crowley frowned. “…Satie?”

“I’ve always found his work rather lovely. Experimental, surely, but lovely nonetheless.” He stopped, a small crease in his own brow. “I can change it, of course.”

Crowley considered this, but then found himself unexpectedly touched by the gesture, a clear attempt on the angel’s part of finding some middle ground between their respective tastes. A little misguided, maybe, but it wasn’t like Crowley hated classical music to begin with.

He shook his head, eyes sweeping the room idly as he listened.

The slow, melancholic notes that surrounded them rather called for more sombre weather outside – a muffled storm would have well suited the mood. As it was, the sky was unexpectedly uncooperative – it was a mild evening, slowly darkening, as the sun had already set. Not quite as unfriendly as might have been appropriate.

Still. Crowley set aside his mug and sank back into the pillow, allowing his posture to droop slightly towards Aziraphale, who had lifted up his book once more, to continue reading in silence.

The angel barely raised an eyebrow – he did, however, raise his arm, just so. Enough to not be an accident, but an invitation.

There was a brief moment of apprehension, but Crowley swallowed hard against it. He knew Aziraphale was not flippant with physical affection – an after-effect of heaven, no doubt, and prolonged exposure to its sterile, cold atmosphere. He’d often found himself wondering, idly, if his flat reminded the angel of Upstairs. But then again, it wasn’t nearly so empty and cold anymore, not with Aziraphale’s fingerprints all over the place; books he’d left behind, small trinkets, plants gifted once he’d figured out Crowley’s ambitions with them. Pieces of the angel that stuck out like splashes of colour on a blank canvas, and made the minimalist flat feel almost like a home.

Not that he would admit it. But this, this offer – it was not something he was inclined to turn down.

A part of him, in the very back of his mind, chided against what he was about to do. They’d only recently learned the End was approaching, and faster than anticipated – in a few years, they’d have to take on their respective roles to ensure the antichrist was raised normal and human, rather than evil incarnate, in a last-ditch effort to derail an ineffable plan. It all felt rather surreal, still, but the threat of Consequences was ever-present in the back of his mind whenever he spent time with the angel, no matter how much he cherished it.

Well. He’d always come back, until then, and he supposed that somewhere along the line, this had become his truth, and not a decision he would consciously change anymore. Frankly, they’d been tied together for quite some time, even if the angel was loathe to acknowledge it out loud. Crowley was content to proceed at his pace – or, well, he had been, since the future seemed to stretch so wide ahead of them.

So why not indulge, now? All things considered?

Crowley let himself tip sideways, until his head came to rest in the angel’s lap.

Aziraphale’s lip quirked into the smallest hint of a smile, and he shifted the book into one hand, placing the other lightly on Crowley’s back. His fingers traced miniscule patterns that left a trail of warmth in their wake, and Crowley let his eyes fall shut. The touch washed over him like the tentative keys of the piano on the record, and he could already feel the exhaustion ebbing away.

Maybe demons could, indeed, catch colds – but perhaps they also recovered much quicker. In fact, his throat was almost back to feeling normal again.

“…d’you put something in that tea?” he mumbled, shifting slightly.

Aziraphale turned a page. “Oh, yes,” he said idly. “Honey.”

“No, I meant… never mind.”

He could hear the angel’s soft smile without having to look up to see it. “No miracles involved, if that’s what you’re asking. Just me, dear.”

But really, right then, with Aziraphale’s warmth surrounding him, “just me” actually felt quite miraculous.

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[doaholistic]

Pt. 1 Longtime Matt and Eugene fan. I’m the one who brought up the thigh-holding video and Lex Duff article. No tumblr, just avoiding my Grad school work. I think you shouldn’t waste any more of your time on whoever it is arguing about Matt. Either they are messing with you or are in such DEEP denial that you will never convince them. After that adorable pic with them feeding the kangaroo and duck, not to mention the fact that he’s brought Matt to the HRC dinner twice now,

Pt. 2 why would he bring a “friend” if he has a boyfriend and talks about falling in love with him at the dinner? Obviously, the boyfriend was present and they both posted stories from the dinner. I doubt they would believe it if Eugene flat out said, I’ve been with Matt for 7 years (the earliest pics I’ve found were from March 2013). They would probably think that he’s just joking around because you’re right, they don’t WANT to believe it. Again, either way, this person is not worth your time.

Pt. 3 Sorry for going off. I’m sure you’ve had a lot of people commenting on this. It just gets to me when people try to erase the other people in someone else’s life just because they are jealous or don’t want them there. I’m sure Eugene would be pissed to see how some people are treating Matt, including people commenting on Instagram that Matt better treat him right. Eugene’s a big boy, he can handle himself and Matt seems like such a gentle soul that I hardly doubt he’d treat anyone poorly.

________________________________________________________________ I mean I’m all for falling in love with your friends in a platonic way but cmon. Lol.  I thought they were messing with me but I have legitimately received about 16 messages and 7 submissions of ‘proof’ that they aren’t dating. now that proof is literally just photos from David Dangs Instagram aka Matts best friend and a publicly close friend of Eugene's and clearly closer privately.  They actually seem convinced so idkkk what to do but I’m not going to reply to them anymore because I honestly can’t be bothered. I was procrastinating yesterday and I figured what the hell, let's engage with the crazies. Lol.

Yeah, the general consensus for us who knew is around 7years... I’ve seen the people that are new on this bandwagon say that Matt worked at Buzzfeed which I’m fairly comfortable in saying that that is false. Hes in... what? 2 videos? Both with the man that was possibly his boyfriend at the time already? One which he is flirting with Eugene and the other is a boyfriend video where other boyfriends are played by other friends of Eugenes who don’t work at Buzzfeed... 

I’m the fan who was always curious and who looked closely at their insta stories and noticed how they’d not pan the camera to the one clearly sitting next to Eugene, (for instance, the football tricks video, the video with his Dad at a drag show, and the 2nd Try dinner they had a while back, Eugene's story literally had him whip around so quick that he didnt let the camera fall on Matt (who was clearly sitting next to him again)... Now their privacy is important and me creeping on a public thing isn't harmful, I didn’t even start following his new public insta until Eugene posted the photo because I didn't want to be creepy Lol. And before they went public all discussions of their beauty went on in private messages. Eugene made a decision to go public, it started with the book, then the tour, then Instagram, Ned's facebook, the trypod and now videos. I’m going to assume they at least address the fact they are a couple in the barista video or that they are paired up in it so if people still deny it I’m just going to laugh in their faces.    

I won’t even go into the proof that they are obviously living together... I mean we knew spoilers for the Car video because there was clips of Matt driving his car post-makeover. (Also I mean, it makes it more clear why he wasn't in TryDIY, not only because Secret Boyfriend, but also Matt put ‘design’ in his insta bio, their apartment is probably as gorgeous as they are.) 

ALSO THEY SHARE CLOTHES.  PRACTICALLY ALL THE TIME.

Before the NZ trip became the McYang trip, my squeeing was about the multiple stories that Maggie posted which glimpsed Matt (which they are normally careful about, I mean Maggie had to purge her insta of him when they went public so that was another step in the reveal) where Matt was wearing iconic Eugene outfits and then in the next official photos we got they had done switched again with more clothes. its so cute. 

(especially since Ariel was annoyed at all the Fulmer bags whereas Matt and Eugene just share clothes when needed. RELATIONSHIP GOALS!) 

I forgot the point of this response and I’m sorry Lol. Feel free to always come squeal at me about McYang though. And good luck with your studies!

[mgkconfessions]

Your honest opinion what do you think about this relationship? Tbh I think it’s just very superficial in my eyes and I’m very shocked to see Colson change all of sudden and have his business all out there on social media, its almost as if he wants to show off and be like other celebrities who seek attention 🤔 idk what it is but they won’t last long.

We are definitely on the same page here. I don’t know how to start and end because I have so much to say about this like a whole analysis in my head of everything, but I try to keep it as short and informative as possible. So sorry in advance ^^

First of all social media doesn’t reflect the reality at all. Especially not when it comes to relationships. She can call him baby and comment heart emojis as much as she wants, but I will never believe that their relationship is anywhere close to a deep and strong bond how she (or they) want(s) to portray it. Here are my 3 main reasons why I don’t buy it:

(Disclaimer: Just my opinion, I don’t know them)

1. This relationship involves everything that he hates: Capitalization on a relationship and calling the paparazzi.

Only last year he said in an interview that he never publicized any of his relationships and then went on with “maybe I just should have, because I see everyone publicize relationships and just go [points fingers up like skyrocketing] but it just seems so weird to me... so I don’t know”. Then he reveals he dated this one singer and they were papped at super random unknown places, so he felt like asking if she’s one of those people who call the paparazzi on themselves. He just seemed very irritated and annoyed by it. Again this was only last year! This year he released Hotel Diablo and says on Death in My Pocket “I lose a piece of my soul when the camera flashes”. It’s in his interviews, it’s in his music, heck it’s probably in his DNA, he doesn’t like to publicize his relationships, because he thinks it’s weird to use it as an advantage for your career and I respect him so much for that!

And now to him and Schantelle (Sorry, I don’t want her to find this post when she searches her name on Tumblr). He has never been papped more often in such a short time before in his entire career than with her at the MOST RANDOM PLACES like picking up clothes from a store (never saw him papped in that situation before) and walking towards his car. Paparazzi know which places are popular among celebrities, but you can also call them to “catch” you somewhere. There’s specifically one paparazzo who seems to get all these Insta famous people that no one outside of Instagram cares about, which you can tell by comments under other websites asking who that is and why they are relevant. Schantelle is of course one of them. I obviously don’t know it for sure, but I can imagine her calling the paparazzi and honestly in those pictures she seems a lot happier and relaxed than Kells, who absolutely hates it. Even Slim commented under a picture that the reason why Kells looked so annoyed was allegedly the paparazzi. The problem is that she needs media attention and people talking about her to stay relevant, because let’s be honest, her music alone is not popular and good enough to do it on its own. It’s very generic and I don’t want to go into too much detail because of length, but she has a history of staying relevant by attaching herself on famous men and getting papped. She social climbs like no other ^^!

Also notice how at the moment she isn’t papped by that one paparazzo at all, whilst Kells is on Tour? Maybe it isn’t worth it then, I don’t know, or maybe she knows how to get the attention otherwise, which brings me to my next reason.

2. IDGAF I’d date myself: Trouble in paradise?

There was an incident where he posted on Insta, that he’d date himself and a picture with “take a good thing and fuck it all up in one night” showing a middle finger. Schantelle posted around the same time a screenshot indicating that she cried. Kells doesn’t strike me as a person who likes to subtweet, so I assume they did have at least one argument so far. Looking at her Twitter history, it doesn’t seem that rosy either all the time.

I don’t know if you noticed, but this is kinda their dynamic on social media platforms and I’m aware of how silly the following sounds, but you can watch every dating advice video and everyone will tell you the same. He likes and comments a lot more on her page than she ever did on his, which makes him always look like he’s so much more into her than she’s into him and maybe that’s also why he keeps coming back to her (at least online), because she gives him attention only enough to keep him wanting for more, but not too much, so he won’t get bored of her because she’s always available.

Might explain why the moment he publicly ignores her, because he likes an independent woman who doesn’t always need him and he’s kinda busy dealing with his own stuff, she posts sad tweets/ likes sad tweets/ films her feet/ posts “sexy” pics, Kells comes running back with tongue emoji and likes until he doesn’t publicly pay her attention again and the cycle continues. At this point it’s predictable and this back and forth is getting boring, because it’s the same thing again and again and again. Before anyone wants to attack me that none of her posts have to do anything with Kells, sure they don’t have to, but she’s been long enough in this game that she knows that this is exactly how you send subliminal messages and be shady so that other people will notice it and show interest.

Thank God social media doesn’t reflect the truth tho. Therefore she can call him “king” and post “i love you bb” and comment heart emojis as much as she wants, but this isn’t his thing and I highly doubt he likes it, because...

3. ily bb, my baby machinegunkelly: The failed publication of their relationship

When I look at how he used social media when he was dating someone in the past he always kept it very low-key. Sure he liked photos and might upload a picture too, but it was never a huge love declaration, if it even focused on the girl at all. And now comes Schantelle.

She tried to publicize their relationship first by using a PAPARAZZI picture of them in his car with him showing his middle fingers and smiling. He didn’t react at first, she looked stupid, then he reposted it only to delete it immediately, what made her look even more stupid and then finally decided to repost it for good without adding anything HOURS later. No comment, no emoji, no nothing. Seems like he was very unsure how to react and if he really wanted to post it. I don’t know about you, but if I were famous and in a relationship, I would have a conversation at some point if and how we would make our relationship official to the public. I don’t think they had that one, looks more like she just made that decision for him by posting the picture, because why would he have deleted it if their love was already so strong and real and they BOTH wanted to publicize it anyway? Hate and unhappy fans were to be expected, therefore I don’t think that was a reason. If you want to see his middle fingers as a “fuck you all, we’re dating” then it makes even less sense to delete it because of mean comments.

So why is he so open about her?

I just think it’s hard for him to be different (I don’t care how often he claims to not give a fuck, we all do at some point and he’s a sensitive person) and to stick to his different morals, when everyone around him, sometimes even younger ones in the same business, have no problem to normalize the capitalization on relationships and skyrocket their careers whilst not facing any major consequences for it on the surface. I think because Kells isn’t in a great mental state, he says so himself and his career progresses rather slowly and he doesn’t get the recognition he deserves, which can be frustrating at some point, he was like fuck it and maybe wanted to see how it is when you’re more open about it. Like dipping his toes into the water and she’s the perfect girl for that. I mean she literally got famous because she was seen with Justin Bieber, which is a whole other topic on itself.

In conclusion, I think that their relationship is superficial too, regardless of how many heart emojis she posts and pictures he likes. I agree with you that he changed in this regard and seems like he wants to show this relationship off. However I don’t think he’s standing 100% behind it being so public, because of the picture he reposted, deleted and reposted and he never seemed to publicize relationships (see his behaviour when he dated Josie) in the past before. This change doesn’t mean at all “she’s the one”. I believe it has more to do with him and his general situation, his career and mental health than any temporarily presented woman in his life. And of course they won’t last. I don’t know how long and at some point I won’t care anymore, but celebrity couples rarely stay together. Why would they be any different?

[migleefulmoments]

Lol the hopelesslydevotedtocc account on insta said she disagrees with a lot of ajw’s beliefs and ajw replied with this “Is it really necessary to discredit me? You actually have no idea what I know. Don’t be an asshole.” Once again saying they have no idea what she knows but refusing to disclose any other info. If she knew anything it would be all over her blog. But it’s interesting to me that the different fandoms on ig, twitter and tumblr all have slightly different versions of CC.

WHOA...I am shook. 

After ajw’s post above, an anon tried to explain things:  

Anonymous asked:

They didn’t discredit you at all. The acct was ASKED if they believed everything you say. They said no. That’s not discrediting anything. It’s also not being an asshole giving an honest answer NOR not finding all you say as 100% gospel. Being an asshole is taking an anon question & sending it to you on anon to cause trouble. They also have the right to their opinion as you do.

First honey. I know who runs the account. Not the first time she’s made comments about me. She once posted something so vicious and vile because she didnt agree with me that I was actually shocked. I expect that behavior of stans. Not of people from my very fandom. Of course she deleted, but I have the post.

Second. Yes she did try to discredit me. I found it very offensive and her follow up to be a poor attempt to cover when I called her out. 

Third in her response she, pretty much said beyond the basic premise I don’t know anything. Which is typical as some believe they are more knowledgeable as they been here longer. Simply not true.

I don’t expect everyone to agree with everything I say. I constantly remind people I’m just a fan. And I don’t get everything right. And often admit when I’m wrong.

But I do expect my fellow CCers to respect me and not use their secret IG account to try to make people doubt me. Absolutely the intention of that post.

Right now we should be acting united. Healthy discussions and disagreements are good. Targeting one’s credibility is not.

Please don’t approach me again. I’m not the one who started this, so don’t twist it to make me look bad.

My thoughts in Italics: 

First honey. honey, nonnie, it’s always condescending.  

I know who runs the account. Not the first time she’s made comments about me. She once posted something so vicious and vile because she didnt agree with me that I was actually shocked.  Who else makes vile, vicious comments about people?  Hmmmmm...who could that be? Thinking ...thinking...

I expect that behavior of stans. Not of people from my very fandom. Of course she deleted, but I have the post. 

She “..expects that behavior of Stans.  Not of people from my very fandom? I joke that she is the Chairman of the Board, but here she is proving that SHE believes she is as well. She is angry that a long-time member of the CC family DARED to speak ill of another member of the family.  Maybe she is less “Chairman of the Board” and more “Mafia Boss”?  

Hopelesslydevotedtocc was asked “Do you believe in all that @ajw​ posts on Tumblr?” on her Instastory. She replied “She has the basic premises right, but beyond that, not a lot, no”. Essentially, she disagrees with the majority of what ajw​‘s posts beyond the basic CrissColfer premise.  

According to the self-appointed CC leader, ajw, everyone else must fall in line with her theories, opinions, and ideas...without question. There is simply no room in the fandom for having one’s own thoughts. 

Second. Yes she did try to discredit me. I found it very offensive and her follow up to be a poor attempt to cover when I called her out. Third in her response she, pretty much said beyond the basic premise I don’t know anything. Which is typical as some believe they are more knowledgeable as they been here longer. Simply not true. Her perceived power is threatened. I don’t know what hopelesslydevotedtocc’s response was that has her so upset but Ajw immediately goes on the attack and belittles her opponent. Who do we know who does that? Hint: His first name is Don & his last name rhymes with Rump.

Belittle the opponent “her follow up to be a poor attempt” and  “Which is typical as some believe they are more knowledgeable as they been here longer. Simply not true”

Be the aggressor “(I) called her out”

This comes direction from “How to Fight like a Trump″

I don’t expect everyone to agree with everything I say. I constantly remind people I’m just a fan. And I don’t get everything right. And often admit when I’m wrong.  But I do expect my fellow CCers to respect me and not use their secret IG account to try to make people doubt me. Absolutely the intention of that post. This is about respect. But respect is earned, it isn’t demanded with a stomp your foot. You can’t appoint yourself leader and demand respect anymore than you can spend all day watching Fox News and expect everyone to see you as the best leader American has ever seen. 

Effective leadership is hard work. It takes commitment and dedication- both to the cause and to the people you represent. Strong leaders meet criticism head on, not as an excuse to bring on an ugly, pointless personal attack, but as a time to self-reflect and assess whether the criticism rings true. If the self-assessment  determines that the critique rings true, then adjustments are made and the individual matures- both a human being and a leader.     

Right now we should be acting united.  What is happening “right now” that has her thinking they need to act as one?  Thinking...thinking...thinking. 

Healthy discussions and disagreements are good. Targeting one’s credibility is not. There have never been- and will never be- healthy discussions and disagreements among the CC fandom. They are conspiracy theorists and as such “conspiracy theories evolve to incorporate whatever evidence exists against them, so that they become a closed system that is unfalsifiable(X). By definition, there is no room within a conspiracy theory for dissent. The only discussions that are allowed are those  which perpetuate the long-standing tropes, in this case, CrissColfer Confirmed and anyone who suggest otherwise, is personally attacked. 

[sky-girls]

I am what I feel

Chapter 13  (Find the other chapters here)

I know I can’t keep you but I want you close

I’m late but hey I managed anyway and that’s something right? Anyway I hope you guys like this chapter

There's something inherently weird about being a couple,about the way you walk close to each other, always touching somehow,about the way you say hi and goodbye with a small kiss and how you send each other good and night and good morning texts, about the way you kiss hi and goodbye and whenever you want basically. And Luna loves it.

She had seen many humans couples before, she had helped form a lot of them and she thought she knew what it entailed, the customs that couples follow, she thought she knew all she needed to know about the way humans live romance and she was right but it turns out that as much as she knows about humans relationships she actually has no idea how to be in one. It's not hard, or at least it's not hard with Matteo but it's weird. A good weird, an amazing weird but still well...weird.

“It’s weird for me too.” Matteo says when she tells him. “But that might be because of the fact that I’m dating an actual goddess.”

He winks at her and Luna rolls her eyes, not even trying to fight the fond smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“It’s okay.” He says kissing her nose making Luna actually grin. “You’ve never been in a relationship, you never thought you would be in one, it makes sense that you need some getting used to it.”

“It just feels weird that I basically live off making people get into relationships and I don’t really know them.”

She says tangling and untangling their fingers.

“Well if you ask me you are doing great.” He says and Luna tilts her head up to kiss him softly.

“You are pretty biased.”She says with a smile and Matteo just shrugs.

“Can we go to the roller now?”He asks after a while. “Or do Nina and Gastón need more time alone?”

“I don’t know.” Luna groans letting her head drop on his shoulder . “I don’t know what's actually happening between them at this point,  I’m such a bad eros.”

Matteo chuckles and pulls her closer by the shoulders.

“I would help with that but the sooner you are done with them the sooner you are gone so I don’t really want to.”

“Can you at least do some intelligence gathering for me.” She asks and Matteo laughs out loud.

“Intelligence gathering.” He repeats. “It sounds so serious.”

“It is serious.” She exclaims poking him on the ribs. “Just ask Ámbar and Gastón about Simón and Nina. “

“Okay will do.” He says standing up from the bench and offering her his hand. Luna takes it and stand ups too. “But I doubt Ámbar will tell me much.”

“You are a smart guy, you’ll figure it out.” She shrugs. “Use your charm.”

“Sorry, munchkin, but you are the only one who can’t resist it.” He smirks and she rolls her eyes at him, shaking her head in amusement.

”Come on.” Gastón insists. “Show me.”

“No.” Nina repeats shaking her head and sending looks to the door, cursing Luna and Matteo for being late.

“You said you would.” He says crossing his arms around his chest, victory on his face.

“My pics.” Nina reminds him calmly. “Not my blog.”

Gastón huffs and then leans in closer to her, his eyes fixed on hers, making her heart beat faster and heat go to her cheeks. How is she supposed to deny anything to him like this?

“Pretty please.” Gastón says with puppy eyes and Nina sighs.

The problem is that a lot of her poems are about him, not all of them but enough and even if they are not obvious in any way she would still feel paranoid that he figures it out. She shakes her head again, the fear of him finding out of her huge crush on him and rejecting her stronger than his puppy face.

He pouts a little and Nina smiles softly at him, his deep brown eyes are completely focused on her and she would love to just shorten the distance between their lips and kiss him but of course that’s nothing more than a simple dream.

“Hey, Simón!” Gastón calls out of the nowhere making Nina jump and take her focus back to reality and away from Gastón eyes and lips. “What’s Nina’s blog?”

Nina turns around violently to find Simón with a grin looking at her dangerously.

“Don’t you dare, Simón.” She says and his grin grows even wider. “Simón, don’t.”

“Just google felicityfornow.” He says to Gastón and Nina drops her head on the back of the couch groaning. “She’s the first result, her insta and twitter have the same name.”

“Luna is my only best friend now.” Nina declares and she can hear how both boys laugh at her. “In fact she’s my only friend now.”

She feels Simón mess up her hair before he leaves a kiss on her head and then leaves to work, or maybe betray some of his other friend, she has no idea. Well, she does, it’s the first one, she is just being stupidly dramatic. Nina takes a deep breath and turns slowly to Gastón who’s typing on his phone.

“Please don’t.” She says in a small voice, knowing full well it’s not going to work but having to try it anyway. Last thing you lose is hope after all.

Gastón smiles at her and then goes back to his phone, tapping on something with a big smile.

Nina looks around, finding the fastest way to evacuate the place. A straight line to the exit wouldn’t be possible because Gastón is on her way and would stop her and the next fastest way to leave has Simón on it this very second. Still he needs to go back to the bar at some point to get the orders, as soon as he has to do it, Nina will bolt to the other.

“Wow, Nina.” He mumbles obviously surprised and Nina freezes on her place. He knows, he found out, he read that poem and realized that it was about him and now he will try to be nice but will reject her and she will die of shame, metaphorically of course. “This is great.”

Nina gathers the courage to look at his eyes and they show only amazement and excitement, not pity or awkwardness so she guesses he didn’t find out.

“Thank you.” She mumbles, looking down at her hand and tangling her fingers as she feels the heat grow on her cheeks.

“You are amazing.” Gastón exclaims and she feels herself blush even more.

“She is.”A female voice says and the Luna sits with Matteo in the couch next to Nina’s. “What’s the particular reason in this situation?”

“You guys are late.” Nina says trying to avoid the subject but Luna just shrugs and sends Matteo a smile and she guesses that she really doesn’t need to know the reason.

“Nina’s poetry.” Gastón explains, his eyes glues to the screen as he probably scrolls down her deepest thought. She would love to be an ostrich right now and hide her head under the ground.

“She is so good.” Luna exclaims jumping a little on her spot. “She is incredible.”

“She really is.” Gastón says looking at her with warm eyes making her heart go even faster. “You have such a way to express emotion, Nina, it’s beautiful.”

She looks down and mumbles a small thank you and Luna, subtly kicks her foot under the table and when she looks up the other girl has a big smile.

“Can I ask who are they for?” He says carefully and slowly, almost like she would run away the moment those words leave his mouth, and as much as she wants to she doesn’t, mostly because Luna’s foot looks like it’s ready to trip her into falling on top of Gastón and that would be ten times worse.

“I would rather if you didn’t.” Nina whispers and Luna sends her a look but she is too focused on the way Gastón’s eyes soften to interpret it.

“It’s okay, then I won’t.”  Gastón says and Nina can see that Luna and Matteo share a smile.

Silence fills the table as Gastón keeps scrolling through her blog and Nina prays for an excuse to run away. Luckily her mom sends her a text asking her to be home early today for a dinner with Mora.

“Well, I need to go.” She says standing up quickly and putting her back on he shoulder. “I will see you all tomorrow.”

She basically runs out of the roller and just one she is outside she dares to look at the notifications on her phone, both on tumblr and instagram someone with the nick rollertrack has liked everything they have found. Nina could bet that’s Gastón and it doesn’t make her feel any warmth on her chest or anything because she knows that this means nothing more than that he likes her poetry, which is nice, but not exactly what she wants. Nina hugs herself, she will never get what she wants, she knows that but for some reason it keeps hurting.

Matteo keeps tangling and disentangling their fingers together as Luna’s eyes are fixed on Ámbar and Simón, he doesn’t know what she’s thinking or planning and he doesn’t want to know, he doesn’t want to know anything about whatever that will get her away from him sooner than he is ready for it. But as the time passes he is sure he will never be ready for it.

He sometimes debates whether or not he should ask what would happen if she just stops trying to pair Gastón and Nina and Ámbar and Simón up but there are probably ways to avoid that happens and to ensure that soulmates find their ways to each other no matter what. Besides he doesn’t want to get on the way of his two best friends happiness.  No matter how much it interferes with his own.

Matteo turns to look at Luna, she’s biting her lower lip, her hair is slightly messy, her cheeks are slightly pink and she is so beautiful it hurts. It didn’t use to be like this, he always thought that she was cute, since the beginning he had been attracted to her but the more time passed. the more his feelings for her grew, the more beautiful she had become to his eyes. He knows he has never felt this way for anyone and the thing is that doesn’t want to ever feel this way for another person ever again. He knows that this is probably youth talking, that maybe in a few years Luna will be nothing but a beautiful memory between many, that maybe he will find his soulmate or some shit and he will love them more than he has ever love anyone but he knows that that person won’t be Luna, so he doesn't want it.

“Can I ask you something?” He whisper and she turns around to him with a small nod. “Do you know...Do you know if I have a soulmate?”

Luna’s eyes widen in obvious surprise and he really thought that someone whose existence in this earth is a deception should be a better liar, or at least less of an open book but Luna’s face can tell you everything she is feeling and she somehow still manages.

“Why do you want to know that?” She asks softly, tensing up a little and Matteo doesn’t know if it is for the question itself or because of the information she has about it.

“I don’t know.” He shrugs playing with her fingers . “I just do.”

Luna looks at him, torn by something and he wonders if maybe she shouldn’t tell him or if maybe she shouldn’t know even if she obviously does. Luna sighs and looks down at their hands.

“You don’t.” She mumbles with a sigh that’s a mix of relief and disappointed. Matteo nods, just relief filling up his body. He wants what he feel for Luna to remain the strongest he has ever felt as dramatic as this might sound.

“What’s up with that sigh?” He ask looking at her straight in the eyes.

“Well I want you to be happy.” She whispers, something warm on her eyes. “I want you to find love again but at the same time, thinking of you with someone else...I don’t want to do that.”

Matteo stares at her for a few seconds, guilt evident on her face since that last comment. He leans in, brushing their lips together softly, she lets out a small sigh and he deepens the kiss a little.

“I don’t want to think of me with someone else either.” He murmurs against her lips before kissing her again.

“You are a teenager, Matteo.” She says after pulling away. “You have a long life ahead of you.”

“I don’t care.” He shrugs and she rolls her eyes.

“In a few years you will have forgotten about me.” She says with a tint of sadness in her voice.

“I doubt it.” Matteo says. “And even if it happens I don’t think I’ll ever care for anyone like I care about you.”

She smiles disbelief obvious on her face but she just shakes her head and squeezes his hand before resting her head on his shoulder.

“I mean it.” Matteo says putting an arm around her shoulders.

“I know you do.” She sighs and he pulls her closer, kissing the top of her head.

He knows that she thinks that the fact that he means it now doesn’t mean he will mean it in a few years but he knows himself and he knows that this, that she, is an exception, that the chances of this happening again to him are slow and he is not going to deny it.

[secretspacegirl]

In my dream last night, I was still at UNCG. It started off with HD and I driving in a car. We were still together, and fighting, and he started to yell. He wasn't paying enough attention and drove his car over a bridge and straight into the ocean. It wasn't his truck though, it was the old blue Volkswagen he had had for a short while. We both managed to get out, but didn't grab any of our belongings. My backpack with all my sketchbooks and phone and laptop were gone, as were his. We swam to shore mostly in silence. I can't really recall if we helped each other or not. It wasn't a very far swim, we were only about a hundred feet out. We were certainly exhausted by the time we reached shore though. The sun had been going down so it was dark, and he was scared of the water. HD was always scared of the deep ocean abyss. That was the end of us, though. I had been living with HD in a dorm, but when we broke up he moved out. I tried desperately to get Jamee to move in with me but she wouldn't. All my friends came over to help me move in to the new two bedroom dorm, but no one could move in with me. The school wasn't making me pay for the second room, but made it clear I only had two months to find someone before they started to charge me. In an effort to make new friends I went to a bar in the library. I met some very cool people, who were going to hang out at the pier later, where HD's car was sunken. So I met them there that night, around midnight. There were tons of people there, it was a huge ordeal. I had had no idea that it was a thing people did, but I played it cool as if I had been there before. There were bleachers and everyone was hanging out, seemingly waiting for something. That's when three people made an entrance, one dressed like Mr Incredible, one dressed like Mrs Incredible, and one dressed like... Robbie Rotten from Lazytown... for some reason... when they appeared everyone was very excited. While they were making their entrance, me and some of the people I was hanging out with had been scaling the underbelly of the pier. Two of them were afraid to go and I was helping them, showing them how. They were very thankful. Suddenly, the three costumed people took huge leaps into the air and dove into the water. I was so interested that I dropped from the pier and into the water myself. Where I was was only about 6 feet deep, if that. Just above my head. I opened my eyes underwater but couldn't see anything, it was too dark. The others dove in with me, and we tried to catch a glimpse of the superheroes. Suddenly we saw, faintly, the Mr Incredible, at about 20 feet of depth. He swam towards the service with incredible speed, and sprung out of the air like five feet. It was amazing and I really geeked out about it, and my new friends thought it was funny how excited I was. The superhero presented an object, I can't remember what it was, that he had found on the ocean floor. The crowd on the bleachers went wild. Soon after, Mrs Incredible reappeared as well, presenting her object. I also do not recall what hers was... both of them had gotten something that was cool, but not too cool. A sea urchin? A big conch shell? A crab? It was stuff that was supposed to be in the ocean, but stuff you wouldn't be able to necessarily find on the shore. And that's why it was so exciting. Everyone began to murmur about Robbie Rotten, though, who had yet to show up. He had been under for a very long time. No one could see him. About two more minutes later, he burst out of the water, carrying mine and HD's camelback water bottles. The crowd went wild at this human item being in the ocean, while Robbie told them how there was a whole car sunken under there. That's when it occurred to me that my phone was in a life proof case, and that it could be saved. I also believed I could dry out my sketchbooks if I was very careful, and I desperately wanted my book bag back (money was tight and I was doubtful about being able to replace any of those things). I went underwater to have a look and see if I could see the car from where I was, only 10 ft out, but I could not. I asked around if anyone had a flashlight I could take underwater, and the Mr Incredible kindly offered his. I tried it out and it really illuminated everything under there-- I could clearly see the car. I was gonna do it, but not tonight. We all headed home, soaking wet, but excited from a great night. A few weeks passed, and I never got the chance to go back to try to get the stuff. So I was just phoneless. It was interesting, people thought I was very cool for not having a phone. I made some new friends, but none of which who could move in with me. But they thought I was a cool new girl, and new friends are always a breath of fresh air. It was nice. Once day while I was at this library bar, I ran in to HD. He approached me, sort of. We were sitting near enough to each other that he began to talk to me a little bit. I told him about my plan and he sort of laughed at me. But I told him I'd grab his phone too. Another week went by and finally I had a chance to go out. As I was sneaking to the pier, I passed HD again. He wanted to come with me. So we went together. He had been working at the schools lighthouse I guess, because he flagged down someone and got a big flashlight for us to use that normally belonged in the lighthouse. We went to the pier. Once there, we went about ten feet out like I had been before and turned on the light. Everything was so well lit, it was almost like it was daytime. It was insane. I began to swim out, while HD remained about ten feet behind me, stopping about halfway there. He was going to be the lookout or something I guess. I pressed onward. I finally made it to the car, and was able to retrieve our phones. I took a moment to look at HD's, convincing myself it was to see if it worked, when really I think I was just being nosy. He had begun following both of my secret tumblr blogs, and had some of my new insta photos saved to his phone. He still loved me. The realization had quite an impact on me. I shut his phone down, gathered my things, and began to exit the car when fucking Tomatoa appeared. He wasn't a pleasant animated singing crab this time, though. Just a very real, large, scary monster. He grabbed me, and I tried to fight him, but I couldn't. He gently caressed my body, threw me into the air, and at me whole. And that's when I woke up.