Please Reblog If You Are A Girl And Have Ever Been Made To Feel Ashamed Of One Or More Of These Things

Please reblog if you are a girl and have ever been made to feel ashamed of one or more of these things (wanting to prove a point to some asshole):

-your weight

-your clothing choice

-your amount of make up

-having sex

-not having sex

-breast size

-having your period

-saying no

-not appreciating catcalls 

-masturbating

-body hair

the universe really fucking came together to make someone as attractive as antoni porowski WOW

ben hardy x reader

prompt: “Walk out that door and we’re through” & “Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”

(note- this is one of my FAV things i’ve ever written honestly. it turned out a little more fluffy than angsty but i am SO happy with the way it turned out)

“Ben, will you shut up for one second. You’re not even listening to me. I wasn’t trying to start a fight. I was just trying to tell you how I feel.” You threw your bag and coat down on the couch, and Ben slammed the door behind you.

“Not trying to start a fight? That’s bold of you say. I hadn’t seen you in a weeks and the first thing you say to me when I walk in the door is ‘How’re those models you were off taking pictures with?’” Ben scoffed and rolled his eyes. When he was angry, he was the loud and in your face type. Wanted you to really know how he felt. And boy, he was letting you know how he felt now.

“Listen, I didn’t want to say anything but I was really hurt. You were surrounded with gorgeous girls while I wasn’t around, how would you feel if I did that?”

“Well I wouldn’t make a bloody fuss about it like you do. It’s not my fault they were sitting near me and they took a photograph. If you were famous you would understand.” He placed his hands on his hips and shook his head. He looked at the floor, trying to take deep breaths and calm down.

“You know, every fucking time we fight you always bring up the fact that I’m not famous and how it’s such a big deal. Like, if you wanna date someone famous literally NO ONE is stopping you, Ben.”

“Well maybe my life would be a bit easier because a person who understand paparazzi wouldn’t be up in arms about me being photographed with some random girls.” You sat down on the couch and took a second to think. You felt our eyes get hot and your cheeks flushed, you knew you were going to start crying. You looked away so Ben wouldn’t see you wiping tears away.

“Oh, cmon are you really crying? You started this and now you want to sit here and cry because you thought I’d sit and take you berating me about my life in the public eye.”

“Berating you? I just told you I was upset! You’re completely over reacting.”

You both sat in silence for a minute, but you could hear Ben breathing loudly and trying to calm himself down. Although you were pissed, you couldn’t stop thinking about how attractive he was when he was angry. And, how much you really did love him. You hated fighting, but you were so hurt that if you didn’t bring this up it would just sit on your chest, weighing you down from the inside out.

“Listen, Ben, I think I’m gonna go. Take a walk or drive or something. Maybe we just need to not be near each other right and calm down so we can have an adult conversation and not bicker like children.” You picked up your things and started heading towards the door. Ben let out a laugh and turned to face you, with an extremely pissed off look on his face.

“Walk our that door right now (Y/N) and we’re through. I swear to God.” He shook his head and let out a frustrated laugh.

“Bullshit. I call bullshit. You’re not dumping me.”

“You think I won’t? Wanna walk out that door right now and see what happens?” At this point he was inches from your face. You could see sweat on his forehead and a bit of spit on his lip from screaming.

“You’re not gonna break up with me, Ben. And you wanna know how I know that?” You tilted your head and raised your brow at him, giving him a sarcastic tone which only made him more angry.

“Oh how’s that?”

“Because you wanna marry me. Uh huh, I know. Joe slipped up and told me you had him help you pick out a ring.” You pursed your lips at Ben, thinking ‘Hah, what are you gonna do now, Benny boy?’ You felt pretty proud of yourself for throwing that out, because Ben usually had the upper hand in fights with quick wit and insults.

Ben stood there, just staring at the ground. He was completely shocked. Didn’t know what to say.

“Well? Yell, scream, say something.” You tried to get him to look at you, but he just kept staring at the ground.

He started to shake his head and mumbled “I’m gonna fucking kill Joe.”

You started to laugh, but Ben did not think it was funny. He ran quickly to your bedroom and you followed him.

“What are you doing? Can we talk about this?” He was frantically searching through the closet, not even hearing what you’re saying.

“Ah!” He yelled, and threw a suitcase down on the bed, excited that he finally found what he was looking for.

“What are you leaving or something? I think it’s really immature that you’re just gonna pack up and leave and not even talk about -“ you stopped talking when you saw Ben get down on one knee, holding a tiny blue felt box in his hands.

“I’m not leaving, you twat, I’m proposing.”

“What…. you’re…. what?” You were at a loss for words. He opened the small box to reveal a gorgeous, pear-cut diamond ring. You gasped.

“I’m proposing. I had a whole beautiful evening planned, at your favorite restaurant, with wine and candles and everything. I rented a fucking limo. I had a photographer. I was gonna have Brian and Rog sing Love Of My Life. So guess what, you wanna spoil all that? Now you have to deal with a proposal in our messy bedroom while I’m wearing sweatpants and haven’t washed my hair in four days. Hah!” He smiled, looking quite pleased with himself. But all you could look at was the ring. Ben Hardy wanted to marry you. Marry you. Nothing else in the world mattered. No restaurant, limo, song or anything could make this moment any better.

You bent to your knees to be at his level, and cupped his hands in your face. “Ben, I do not care about any of that. You want to marry me. And I want to marry you.”

“Wait… you really don’t care that I’m not doing something fancy for the proposal?”

“You could ask me to marry you at a garbage dump. I don’t care about that. I just wanna be your wife.” You started tearing up and gave Ben a long kiss. When you finally backed away, you saw Ben had tears in his eyes, too.

He took the ring out of the box and slid it onto your finger. You smiled as you admired the beauty.

“I love you so much. I’m sorry I got angry and accidentally proposed to you,” Ben said, between tears and laughs.

“I’m sorry I got angry and accepted your proposal.” You both started laughing and he hugged you, wrapping his arms around your waist and and nuzzling his head into your neck.

“I’m still gonna kill Joe,” he murmured, and kissed your cheek.

FUCKAKDJAKCJAONCKANS

The Fab Five are further proof that the gays can’t sit in chairs properly.

I mean

Just look at them

Sitting normally whomst?

ease my mind, roger taylor x reader

Summary: Roger disappears without a word some nights, maybe to another’s bed.

Warnings: Soft angst, probably the closest to real angst I’ll ever get. 

Word Count: 1.6k+

A/N: THANK YOU GUYS so much for your response to ‘bad habit’. Your comments and notes and everything have made me so happy! So here’s a little follow up based on another sing by Ben Platt: : ‘Ease My Mind’, which I recommend listening to. Set in the same world as bad habit, might even make this a little series based off of his upcoming album??

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