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@lexiie-13010
Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.
Of fucking course
What sick bastard doesn’t
“You’d be surprised”, said Xaldien, who just lost four followers and received a lovely “men can’t be raped” anon shortly after reblogging this the first time.
Yowch, disgusting.
That pain is no less relevant when it’s felt by man.
If you think males can’t be victims of abuse of any kind, you can unfollow and block me now.
All is Fair in Love and War
a/n: this is sort of a twist on the movie How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days
summary: Luke is faced with the ultimate decision of whether to stick to his promise to his best mate or take a chance and see if he’s finally found the right girl. But he might find himself running into a bit of a roadblock when y/n won’t let him go that easily.
word count: 2,863
His accent is what drew you in first. It broke you out of your daydream when he asked if the seat beside you was taken, to which you shook your head no. You barely glanced at him before focusing on your notes but the glance had lasted long enough for you to get a glimpse of his pretty blue eyes and perfect face structure. Was he aware of the fact that his nose was the most pure thing you’d ever witnessed in your life? Probably. He probably had girls telling him all the time. Anyways, he took the seat next to you, sitting unreasonably close to you for someone who was a mere stranger. The large lecture room that had originally felt cold as the arctic winters, began to feel hotter than the desert in mid July. If the strong scent of his cologne wasn’t wafting over to you, you might have been able to ignore him. And if his seat wasn’t so close to yours that if your leg were to twitch at any given moment you might suffer the embarrassment of bumping your leg against his in a slightly seductive manner when in reality it would have been your nerves coursing through your veins. Calm down, jesus, get yourself together woman. Your internal pep talk wasn’t doing much good, so you just prayed you at least looked calm on the outside.
Little did you know, Luke, who’s name you would later learn, was suffering from the same internal anxiety. He’d all but forced himself to talk to you, even if it was simply asking you if he could take the seat beside you. But in his mind he was making progress. For the past two months of class he’d seen you and had wanted to talk to the beautiful girl who also had a way with words when it came to debating current social issues. However, you intimidated him, if he was being honest. With enough confidence boosting pep talks before class, and the fact that he’d actually gotten up on time to make it to class early enough to actually get a seat beside you, he’d finally done it. And now what? Luke had failed to think that far ahead. Part of him had assumed you would have told him someone else was sitting there, so he’d have to take the seat a few rows down. It had never occurred to him that he’d have to actually say more than “can I sit here?”
For the first time since you had first walked into this class in September, the lecture was over far too soon and you and Luke were packing up your bags, both with nearly empty pages of notes due to your wandering minds of “why did this mystery Australian boy sit next to me?He probably just wanted to copy my notes.” and “why did this girl say yes to me sitting next to her? She was probably just being nice.”
Swinging your bag over your shoulder, you moved to leave, failing to notice that your bag had caught on the arm of the chair. One step forward and you were yanked backwards, textbook, empty water bottle, and phone flying out of your hands and onto the floor.
“Shit,” you cursed. Luckily there were only about three other people left in the lecture hall, unluckily, however, one of them was Luke. Instead of him laughing at you, which was what you had expected, he held his hand out to you,
“Are you okay?” His voice was sincere, his eyes full of concern as he helped you up.
“Yeah, just bruised dignity is all,” you attempted to make light of the conversation, reaching down to retrieve your things. Luke already had his hands on your textbook and water bottle by the time you found your phone under the seat.
“Thanks…uh,” you blushed realizing that after two months of this class you still failed to know his name. Hey, you’d made flashcards for all of the other vocab in this class and none of the words were concerning a tall, incredibly attractive blonde boy.
“Luke, my name’s Luke,” he smiled at you, handing you your things.
“Right, Luke. I’m Y/N,” you returned the smile, gratefully accepting your textbook and, now probably dented, water bottle.
“I know,” was all Luke said before grabbing his own backpack and waving over his shoulder as he bounded out the door.
The same routine continued for the next few weeks. Luke would come into class, usually late, praying that the seat beside you was empty. And each day he was finding more courage to talk to you. Most of the time it was just him pretending he’d missed a slide and he needed to copy your notes, but sometimes it was a ‘hey Y/N, how was your day?’ While you wouldn’t necessarily call yourselves friends quite yet, you still found yourself growing rather attached to this newfound acquaintance.
Luke failed to show up to class, leaving you alone at the back of the classroom without anybody to whisper inappropriate jokes in your ear about your professor or someone to doodle on your notes while you weren’t paying attention. You took your time putting everything back in your backpack at the end of class, planning on sending a picture of your notes to Luke once you got your dorm.
“I thought you died in there or something,” Luke’s voice startled you as you exited the lecture hall.
“Holy fuck!” You jumped nearly out of your skin, “Where were you?” You lightly punched his arm.
“Didn’t wake up in time,” he shrugged, his usual story.
“Well I had to suffer alone, thanks for that,” you rolled your eyes at his excuse.
“Hey let me make it up to you. You got time for a coffee break? I need to get the notes from you anyway,” Luke offered, nodding his head in the direction of the coffee shop on campus.
“I guess, it’s the least you could do,” you teased.
“And the kid behind me kept tapping his pen, it was just awful, please never leave me alone again,” you ranted to Luke while the two of you sat across from each other, sipping your coffees. Luke just shook his head laughing,
“I can’t make any promises Y/N.”
It fell quiet for a moment. You pretended to be examining your cup when in reality you were admiring the way the sunlight was making Luke’s eyes glow as it broke through the window. He looked a little tired, the bags under his eyes screamed college student, but his eyes were still bright. The snapback on his head hid the bed head, but a few little curls poked out at the nape of his neck and around his ears. Truthfully you’d been surprised when you found out he was in a fraternity, considering how much of a sweetheart he was. Not to stereotype frat boys or anything, well maybe just a little, but every frat guy you’d encountered had been a pain in your ass. Hopefully he turns out to be different, I’d hate to-
“Y/N? Earth to Y/N,” Luke’s chuckle snapped you out of your thoughts.
“Hmm? What? Sorry, I’m listening,” you bit your lip sheepishly.
“I said, I want you to come to my party tonight at the fraternity,” Luke repeated himself.
Frat party? Ugh, that meant you’d have to deal with drunk dick heads all night. But your friends had been wanting to go to a frat party for a while since the last time you’d all gone it had been a bust.
“Sure, can I bring some friends?” You asked, tucking your hair behind your ear.
“Yeah sure, just no guys.” You raised your eyebrows at him in confusion.
“Why not?”
Luke’s cheeks were tinted pink,
“I just-because. The guys don’t usually like other boys to come if they don’t know them. It’s a weird thing-yeah, just don’t.”
“Okay…” Luke cleared his throat awkwardly and flashed you a smile,
“Great, I’ll see you at like 9-ish?”
“Okay.”
“He probably just doesn’t want any competition,” your friend Sarah reasoned, picking out her outfit.
“Doubtful. He has to know how hot he is,” you countered, “Besides why would it even matter. It’s not like he loves me or anything.”
“Yet,” Sarah smirked at you.
“Yet?”
“Yeah, I bet you could make him fall in love with you in a month. Trust me. Luke doesn’t show up to any other class nearly as much as he shows up to your current events class. And I would bet it on the fact that it’s because he gets to sit next to you and flirt with you and make you laugh.”
“I really don’t think that’s it.” Sarah had a point, Luke was perpetually late to everything. Current events was the only class he could manage to make it to on time, and even if he was late he still showed up.
“The question is do you like him?” Sarah asked, sitting on your bed while you picked out your own outfit. Fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt you avoided her question. Of course you liked him at least a little bit. He was always so nice towards you and not to mention attractive, and smart too when he actually applied himself to his studies. But you hadn’t really felt like you’d gotten a chance to really get to know him, so maybe this bet would be a good opportunity.
“A little bit, yeah,” you admitted quietly.
“I knew it! I fucking knew it,” Sarah exclaimed, laughing.
“Okay okay, so what. I have to make him fall in love with me in four weeks, what do I get if I do?”
“A boyfriend?” Sarah stated like it was the most obvious thing.
“Well maybe, but what are you going to bet?” You placed your hands on your hips.
“I’ll do your laundry for the rest of the year,” she smiled proudly.
In any other situation you would have waved her off, but as a college student you barely found time to eat, much less wash your clothes. Having someone to do your laundry meant you didn’t have to worry about whether or not you would have clean underwear for the next day because you’d have someone to do it for you.
“Deal.”
The house was packed, smoke was nearly pouring from the windows by the time you and Sarah arrived. Luke was leaning against the counter in the kitchen, bottle of beer in hand, talking to his buddy Calum when you walked in.
“Hey Y/N,” he grinned, nonchalantly eyeing you up and down. It was probably the first time he’d seen you properly done up, meaning you’d done your hair in something other than a braid or ponytail and the shirt you were wearing wasn’t the same sweatshirt you wore for three days in a row before you finally did your laundry.
“Hi,” you smiled back at him, leaning against the counter beside him. Calum handed you and Sarah both beer before he disappeared back into the loud party. Sarah had taken one swig of her drink when she spotted a friend from one of her classes and wandered off to go talk to them, leaving you and Luke alone.
“I’m starting to be convinced that nobody likes us, everytime we’re together no one talks to us,” Luke laughed.
“It’s probably because you’re just so annoying,” you smirked up at him. Setting your drink on the counter, you hoisted yourself up onto the countertop. Luke too no time positioning himself between your legs. You tried to fight the blush on your cheeks as he ran his fingers up and down your thighs innocently, delving into conversation with you.
Hours passed by, you and Luke hiding away in the kitchen, immersed in your deep conversation. To you both, though, it felt like minutes.
“Luke?” Calum appeared in the doorway, “Dude we’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
“Well, I’ve been in here,” Luke turned around to face his friend.
“Obviously,” Calum rolled his eyes, “Anyways Mikey and Ash want to challenge us in a game of beer pong.”
“I don’t really feel like it,” Luke brushed him off.
“Mate, c’mon. Just one round, they beat us last time,” Calum attempted to persuade him.
“I really don’t want to. Can’t you see I’m busy,” Luke gestured towards you.
“Luke it’s fine, you can go. I was thinking I should probably find Sarah anyways and make sure she’s not drunk or passed out anywhere.” You didn’t want to be the one to keep him from hanging out with his boys. It’s not like you were dating. Just friends.
“See,” Calum patted Luke’s shoulder.
“Fine, fine, let’s go,” Luke adjusted his snapback. Calum exited the kitchen to go back down to the basement.
“If I don’t see you before I leave, then bye, I guess,” you giggled, sliding your arms around his waist for a hug.
“Yeah, alright,” Luke gently squeezed you back before heading downstairs.
“Mate what the fuck was that?” Calum asked, waiting by the steps to the basement.
“What do you mean what the fuck?” Luke furrowed his eyebrows at his best mate.
“You never turn down beer pong, especially against Mikey,” Calum pointed out.
“I just didn’t feel like it,” Luke shrugged, moving to go downstairs. Calum took ahold of his shoulder, stopping him,
“Hold up. It’s that girl isn’t it,” Calum almost chuckled, but the annoyance was still there.
“So what if it is. I was just talking to her, nothing wrong with talking to girls,” Luke narrowed his eyes.
Calum ran his fingers through his curls, tugging at the roots.
“Luke we made a pact at the beginning of the year. Do you remember that?”
Of course Luke remembered that. He and Calum had just finished moving back into the frat for their sophomore year of college. The two of them promised they would stay single all year, no girl drama like they’d experienced their freshman year. Calum and his girlfriend of three years broke up after struggling in their new long distance relationship. Luke also had his heart broken when the girl he had been with for ten months hooked up with another guy at his own party and then never spoke to Luke again. They swore up and down that they were just going to drink lots of beer, have lots of sex with random girls at parties, and maybe go to class every once in awhile. But whatever they did, they weren’t going to do the relationship thing. However, Luke couldn’t help himself. He didn’t see Y/N as the type of girl he could just fuck and forget about. She had him wrapped around her finger, entrancing him with her thoughts and ideas. He related to her on a deeper level than he had with any of his previous girlfriends. But, a promise is a promise.
“Yeah, I remember. I swear nothing is going to happen with her,” Luke promised.
“You said that about the girl last year,” Calum reminded him.
“That was different. It would have been fine if she didn’t play me like she did. I didn’t start that whole drama situation,” Luke argued. Calum tried his best not to roll his eyes. Luke had sworn up and down that that girl was just a friend with benefits situation but suddenly a few hook ups turned into a few dates and then ten months later she was sleeping with someone else under Luke’s own roof. It was like she had ripped Luke’s heart out of his chest and started playing patty cake with it. Calum and Luke had been friends since primary school. He’d seen it all with Luke, every girlfriend and ex-girlfriend he’d ever had. Every fight, every break up, and every make up. But after last year, Calum had finally decided Luke needed to take a break. Stop letting himself get his heart stomped on. He was always the nice guy, he fell in love with someone everyday it felt like. But Calum wanted to teach him to toughen his heart up, stop giving himself to girls who didn’t care. And so far Luke had been doing good, no broken hearts yet. And Calum wanted to keep it that way. Luke was more fun when he wasn’t moping around the house, playing sad songs on his guitar.
“One month,” Calum said.
“One month for what?” Luke was confused at Calum’s vague response.
“One month with fooling around with her and then she’s history, yeah?”
“Woah dude that’s not fair,” Luke protested.
“Anymore time with her and you’ll get attached. I know how you work Luke. One month you can have your little friends with benefits deal with this girl-”
“Y/N,” Luke interrupted.
“Y/N. And then on to the next victim,” Calum made it sound so simple.
Luke chewed his lip ring, he had promised Calum long before he met Y/N, so it was only right he kept their pact. Right?
“Okay,” Luke let out an exasperated sigh, “Deal.”
message me for part two!
i still don’t understand how hey everybody and money were singles, yet story of another us and wrapped around your finger were bonus songs
I would just like to say fuck you to everyone who made me feel inadequate growing up and ruining my self esteem for years. You all suck and I’m glad I don’t talk to any of you any more.
Ashton Irwin Imagine (The Doctor Is In)
Requested: Naw dawg I’m not that good.
Summary: Y/N’s POV: You’re an intern and one of your patients happens to be Ashton’s girlfriend. Well, “ex-girlfriend anyway. He told you it was complicated. But Ashton was still her emergency contact. You both get close, closer than you expected, and eventually you want something more. But you don’t know if Ashton feels the same way.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1.3k+
Y/N’s POV:
You walk into the waiting room, looking at the clipboard and going over what you were going to say. Three months in to being an intern and you still weren’t used to giving people bad news. It wasn’t as easy as you may have thought. Talking to strangers had seemed easy to you until you started working here, but you were quickly proven of how wrong you actually were. You swallowed your fear and put your clipboard in both of your hands,
“Um, is there an ‘Ashton’ here?” You asked scanning the room to see anyone stand up. A tall man stood up from his chair. His hair was ruffled out of place and his face constantly sulking as he looked up at you,
“That’s me,” Ashton responds while walking towards you, “How’s Kayleigh?”
You looked down at your clipboard again to avoid eye contact for as long as possible. You look back at his worried face and take a deep breath, “Your girlfriend-”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” he interrupted.
“Oh sorry,” you apologized trying to gather yourself. Great Job Y/N, “Um, Ms. Tricoli survived the car crash,” you began.
“Oh thank god,” he sighed while throwing his head back. Finally looking relieved, you cringed at the fact that you were going to have to give him some more bad news.
“But,” you continued, Ashton looking back at you, “We did everything we could during surgery but, she’s paralyzed from the waist down.”
He brought his right hand to his face and began to rub his beard, quietly muttering something to himself under his breath, “I’m so sorry sir,” you comforted softly,
You looked at him for a couple of minutes, him staying quiet the entire time. Hoping that the tension would finally settle, but you knew it never would. You decided to turn around and leave since you had already given your condolences,
“Miss!” He yelled, making you turn around in confusion
“Could I get a name?” He asked.
“Why?”
“I want to properly thank you for helping Kayliegh and coming out to give me the bad news. It must be hard giving people devastating news like that,” He responded sincerely. Damn. No patient had EVER responded so kindly after you told them bad news. They either yelled at you and blamed you for killing them or hurting their loved one, or just looked down at their feet and walked away, not even acknowledging you. And you let them, they just lost their loved one.
Honest to god if you were ever the one receiving the bad news you would probably respond in the same way, “Y/N, Y/L/N.”
“Thank you Ms. Y/LN,” He said. You smiled and nodded and continue to head back to the radiology scan to look at the rest of Kayliegh’s CT scans.
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“So Kayliegh, we just wanted to go over your condition. Come up with a game plan,” Dr. Paresky, your resident/teacher, began to explain. Ashton sat in the chair next to Kayleigh, holding her hand and comforting her. But although she looked comforted, Ashton didn’t look happy at all, more like guilty. He had looked guilty ever since Kayleigh got admitted. At first you thought it was from the grief, but now you weren’t sure anymore.
“What game plan? I’m paralyzed, they’re’s nothing you can do,” Kayliegh snapped in response.
“Well, your specific condition seems to give us a little leg room. There’s an operation that we can do to try and regain function in your lower body,” He began. Kayleigh’s face lit up while Ashton still remained un-phased. What was with him? “But, if the surgery doesn’t go well, you’ll be fully paralyzed.”
Kayliegh’s smile was swept off her face, she began to look angry again, “I’m not doing it.”
“Yes you are,” Ashton said, finally speaking up. He lifted is gaze off the floor to look at both you and Dr. Paresky.
“Ashton, are you kidding me? I’m not getting this surgery. What if I get fully paralyzed? And besides I like having you taking care of me-” she reached over to touch his arm with homes as she began to cajole him but Ashton stood up out his chair furiously and looked straight at Kayliegh.
“I DON’T CARE KAYLIEGH!” Ashton yelled, causing you to jump in your place, “WE SHOULD BE DOING WHATEVER WE CAN TO HELP FIX YOU. AND IF YOU DON’T WANT TO FIX THIS AS MUCH AS I DO, THEN I MIGHT AS WELL LEAVE!”
Ashton stormed out of the room, leaving the three of you shocked in Kayliegh’s room.
“Go talk to him Dr. Y/L/N,” Dr. Paresky said while pointing out the door, but still going over the notes on his clipboard.
“But-”
“Y/N, part of being a doctor is to be able to know how to comfort your patients,” He interrupted.
“But-”
“GO!” You quickly turned around and ran out looking for Ashton.
You walked down the hallway to find Ashton balling his fists and sitting against the wall. You walked over to sit next to him, pulling your knees in as you did so. Ashton didn’t look angry anymore. For the first time since he got here, you saw him look genuinely sad,
“Listen, Ashton-”
“Don’t,” He turned to face you. His eyes were bloodshot and his jaw was clenched. It looked like he wanted to punch the wall, “All I’ve heard the past week is lies and pieces of false hope. And the one time. The ONE TIME, someone actually gave us real hope, or told us the truth, Kayliegh didn’t seem to get it. I’m tired of people lying to me. It’s demeaning and just so-” He stopped himself before he continued. He said and leaned his head back into the wall. You finally turned your entire body to face him, his eyes still not willing to make contact with you.
And all of a sudden you realized why he was upset. Kayliegh and him had dated at some point, and it ended really badly. With this. You felt like a complete idiot. Like you were responsible for how hurt he was feeling,
“I know I don’t know you, or Kayliegh. You may not be dating but I know you too have history or something, and I know how hard it must be to try and forget about all of that history and just be there for a person. Trust me, I know,” you scoffed and noticed Ashton finally looked at you, “But imagine how Kayliegh must feel. She cares about you, one way or another. She’s vulnerable and scared and she just needs someone to comfort her. And you’re scared and vulnerable right now too. I can see it in your face.”
He just kept staring, his eyes still filled with anger, clearly wanting you to stop because he knew you were right and he just couldn’t handle it. But you kept talking anyway,
“You don’t think you can put on a brave face any longer. And you don’t have to. But right now you just have to be there for each other. Look, I don’t know what happened between you too, but at the end of the day it’s her decision whether or not she wants this surgery. And if you want her to have it, you can’t yell at her. No matter what either you might have done prior to the accident. It’s not going to be easy. But try. And Dr. Palensky and I will do whatever we can to make it easier for the both of you. I promise.” You finally finished talking and finally noticed how scared and alone he really was. His eyes were no longer red and you could finally see his brown soft eyes staring back at you in silence. You stood up to leave and walk away but he grabbed your hand before you could. Ashton stood up to have his face level with yours again. You thought he would say something, but he didn’t. Instead he hugged you. He held you tight in his arms and sobbed into your shoulder. You were shocked at first, but after a moment you hugged him back, and tried to comfort him as best as you could. Your heart melted in sorrow as he quietly sobbed into your shoulder, making your scrubs get wet, but you didn’t care. You started to feel for the guy. You heart swooned as you realized you had never felt as safe as you did being in his arms. You felt enlightened, liberated, free. You helped a lost soul find its way. That was a good thing. He hugged you tighter and whispered into your ear.
“Thank you,” He squeezed even tighter than before, “For being the first person here to tell me the truth.” You nodded in response and kept hugging him. And the two of you kept standing there. Lost in your own little world, as everyone else was lost in the blur around you.
This is probably gonna be a part series but I hoped you enjoyed it.
If someone is wearing makeup in the pool, don’t deliberately splash them. If someone has done their hair nicely, don’t mess it up. If someone in a t-shirt has scars on their arms, don’t ask them about it. If someone doesn’t want to get in the water, don’t push them. If someone still wants to wear jeans, don’t laugh at them for it. If someone has sweat patches, don’t point them out. If someone’s chest is obviously prominent, don’t stare. If you can see someone’s underwear/ binder, don’t comment on it. If someone is blatantly covering something up, don’t try to reveal it.
Not everyone can feel totally comfortable with the fact it’s Summer, don’t make them feel worse.
Since it’s coming to summertime in the northern hemisphere it’s time to let this be relevant
Luke Hemmings - “I promise I’m not going anywhere”
requested: yeah by anon
summary: based off of this request
triggers: minimal violence (some fans bitches try to get to luke and you get in the way), swearing i think
word count: 461 (sorry its short i swear i tried making it as long as i could)
writer: caitlin
A/N: this might sound familiar bc i suck at titles but its not something I’ve done before i promise xx ily guys sorry for any mistakes
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“Just stay close to me, yeah?”
Luke mumbles in your ear, clutching your hand tightly.
You nod.
The boys and you were leaving one of the hotel they had been staying at overnight due from their show in LA. That night had been the last night of Sounds Live Feels Live, and they decided to celebrate by spending the night in a hotel instead of the bus.
There was an enormous crowd of fans outside the hotel, hoping to meet the boys before they left for Sydney.
Security attempted to hold fans back, as you all exited the building.
Unexpectedly, a few fans broke through the man-made barrier pounced on you, pulling you backwards.
You yelled out a strangled cry and Luke whipped around.
“Hey!” He yells.
A few girls ran towards the other boys but security grabbed them pulling them back.
You were fine, just a bit shaken up, but Luke was furious.
“Don’t fucking touch her! You hear me?” He demands.
The girls gulped and nodded, apologizing profusely before a few guards pushed them back out to the crowd.
You watched Luke do this and you suddenly began to feel so overwhelmed with feelings of love and security.
You never really had a prominent male figure in your life.
Your father left when you were young, and you never had any brothers- your one sister moved out at 18 when you were only 13. Your mom was the only person in your family who stuck around.
So it was safe to say, you weren’t used to someone protecting you.
Tears begin to stream down your face, and Luke panics.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He asks, pulling you closer.
Your hand grabs his, and you wipe the tears away.
“I’m fine- I’ll explain later.”
You give him a reassuring smile.
He nods, but still glances down at you from time to time, clearly still worried.
You reach the airport safely, and board the plane that would take you back to Sydney.
Once you had safely landed and were back home in your apartment, Luke carries you up the stairs to your shared bedroom.
You change quietly, Luke watching you from the bed.
You get under the covers and spill your guts.
You tell him about your MIA father and how you never had someone to protect you before.
Luke listened, staying quiet until you were done.
“I never knew that,”
“I was too scared to tell you before,” You admit, playing with the hem of the duvet.
“Hey, look at me,“You look up into his crystal blue eyes.
"I love you, and I promise that I’m not going anywhere.”
Your heart swells and you do all you can not to cry.
“I love you, too,” You choke out.
PLEASE EMPLOYMENT JELLY
Not risking it all I want in my life is a job I actually like
Sure why not, I’ll try anything at this point
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I just want to take the time to say I appreciate all writers, artists, musicians/singers of this fandom. I’m impressed each day when I come across a new piece of writing, or when your art comes on my dash and when your talent is reblogged. You’re all incredible people, and I’m grateful to be able to see it each day. Keep doing you, you beautifully talented people.
I think all of the 5SOSFam should go do this! I did it xx 🐧💜
Please reblog if you think therapists should respect pronouns
My therapist (I have therapy for my depression and sociopath tendencies) believes I’m just “really gay” instead of transgender, and that “I’m too young to know”. Everyone’s url who reblogs this will be put into a notebook and given to her. I’m giving it to her May 1st, 2016.
We’re not talking about Ashton enough look at how beautiful
All of this under appreciation of Calum has actually impacted him more than he lets on.. Like he thinks nobody wants to hear him talk about his passions and that we’ll think he’s weird for liking rnb and he thinks that bc he has different interests and music taste to the other three that’s why he’s under appreciated and that fucking breaks my heart. He deserves to be so appreciated bc the fact that he has different interests and music taste to the other three is the reason I absolutely adore him.
idc how old i get or what happens in my life, fall out boy will always have a special part in my heart
I just want someone to look at me and just think “she’s worth everything”.
