"When I was growing up I was looking for something to fill the hole and for me that something was playing in the band", he says. "Now it’s almost like it’s a requirement. Even if you pretend it doesn’t, some part of you goes into each of the songs you write. So writing songs is something I’ve got to do, or I feel strange - it’s a compulsion!”  (x)

some girl bothers jared about his charity work, jensen changes the course of the conversation when jared starts looking uncomfortable - VanCon ‘09

some girl says jared had a whole season of bad hair days, jensen’s tone immediately becomes snippy and he says she must be saying that because of her bad hair day - SF Con ‘11

some girl says she blames jared for everything, jensen looks disgusted and turns his back on her before getting rid of her as quickly as he can - Vegas Con ‘13 

some girl kisses jared on the lips during her photo op, jensen drops everything where he’s signing autographs and goes to him - AECon 2

jensen is the biggest jared stan and it warms my cold, black heart to know he’d by disgusted by people hating on his best friend (◡‿◡✿)


Say you’ll r e m e m b e r me

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you’ll see me again even if it’s j u s t in your wildest dreams

w i l d e s t     d r e a m s


Bioshock movie concept art
      ∟cancelled due to concerns regarding the budget and the R rating


And when I die, don’t bury me
beneath the western sky, on the lone prairie.

Finally finished my part of the art trade with the talented darkimperialblue. Thank you so much for this opportunity and for your patience!


happy 2000th day since debut, lee jieun!!
it has been amazing watching you grow over the past five years, both musically and as a person. your talents are increasing immensely and i’m so proud to see you being recognized for each and every one of them! through all the ups and downs, you’ve always kept your head up and stayed positive and it’s that attitude that helps you keep going and inspires us all! i’m so excited to see what you have in store for us for the next two thousand days :)
we love you, iu! ♡

it also just so happens that on iu’s 2000th day, this blog reached 10,000 followers!!! honestly, i really can’t believe that there are ten thousand people who see posts from this blog on their dash but i sincerely thank each and every one of you who clicked that follow button! more than anything, i’m just so elated that you guys like iu enough to follow a blog solely for her! ♡ i also really want to thank julia for helping me with this over the last few months. real life can get very stressful and i hadn’t been as attentive here as i once used to be, so thank you so much in helping keep this blog active :) i hope that you all continue to give iu and iu-loveattack your love, thank you very much!

anonymous asked:

Caskett prompt where Beckett is the one kidnapped in 7x01? P.S. Everything you write is beautiful.

He’s waiting at the altar, his daughter at his side, his nerves growing worse with every passing second. She should have been walking down the aisle to meet him by now. Kate would never be late, not for their wedding, and god, something is wrong. He can feel it deep in his gut.

When they hand him the phone and he’s met with the voice of the chief of the fire department, his blood runs cold.

She should have been here hours earlier, should have spent the last hour getting ready with her bridal party in one of the guest rooms of his massive vacation home, but she had never made it. She had gone to visit her mother’s grave before making the drive up and she had even called him on her way out of the cemetery, her voice soft and watery while she flirted with him and expressed her quiet excitement to make her way to him, to marry him.

She had never made it and he falls to his knees at the sight of why after he’s driven down the road, to the site of the fiery crash that consumes the Mercedes he had insisted she borrow (can’t have you driving to our wedding in the same car you escort criminals around in, Beckett).

He hears the shout of his name from his daughter, the calls from Esposito and Ryan to get back, but it doesn’t stop him from tripping down the embankment, tears blurring his eyes as he races towards the burning vehicle, a symphony of no, no, please no spilling from his lips.

"Kate," he breathes, heart pounding with adrenaline and panic and need. Need to see her alive, alive and not engulfed by flames.

The flames grow the closer he tries to get, needing to know, to see inside, and he stumbles to the ground, dirt that turns to mud under the sudden downpour staining his knees.

Once the fire has been tamed, he rises, forcing himself to learn the truth, fearing the potential of what he’ll see when he finally looks into the driver’s seat.

But it’s empty. 

Relief floods him as he calls up to the small, terrified crowd of his family and friends, but the relief is short lived. Because she may be alive, but she isn’t here.


Being in the precinct without her leaves a sour taste in his mouth. He sits in her chair, traces his finger over her elephants, her name plate, and does what little he can to help work her case. But it isn’t easy and he nearly gets kicked out when an FBI agent accuses Kate of being nothing more than a runaway bride looking for a way out and he shoves the guy into the wall with a little too much force.

She never would have run away, not from this, not from him, not again. He doesn’t care what they say.


The call comes in two months later and the sight of her nearly sends him to his knees on the hospital floor. Her face is colored red with burns from the sun and her hair is limp, dirty and untamed, but it’s her. 

"Kate," he whispers, his voice breaking along the single syllable of her name, but her eyes remain shut. 

Alexis and his mother stay for a while, tears of relief glazing their matching blue eyes, and to have his entire family back together is the greatest gift he could ask for.

She wakes when it’s just the two of them, her slim fingers twitching beneath his palm just seconds before her eyes slide open. 

Castle lifts from the uncomfortable plastic chair at her bedside and her eyes find him instantly.

"Castle," she rasps, reaching for his cheek when he lowers himself to hover above her, needing the closeness, needing the reassurance of her soft voice and her trembling touch. "Castle, the wedding - I missed the wedding."

Her eyes darken with the realization, filling with sorrow and tears, but he shakes his head, brushing his thumb along the paper thin skin beneath. 

"It’s okay," he promises her, dusting a kiss to her forehead. "It’s okay. We can get married some other time, any other time. All that matters is that you’re back."

Her brow furrows and her tired eyes search his face.

"Back?" she echoes, confusion rippling through the word. "Where - where did I go?"

It’s his turn to feel confused.

"You were gone," he chokes, swallowing it down when the concern pools in her eyes, etches into the lines of her face. "For two months, Kate."

"Two months? No. No, there was the accident and - and then I was here," she argues, panic slowly threading into her voice, and he tries to calm down, to keep her calm.

"That’s all you remember?" he whispers and she nods her head, but the panic is embedded into her eyes and he knows she isn’t lying this time. 

"Two months," she repeats, clutching the hand residing near her hip and he quickly threads their fingers, brings her knuckles to his lips. "Castle, if - how can I not remember two months? How-"

"I don’t know," he breathes, cupping one of her cheeks with his free hand and he knows this much touching all at once would usually drive her crazy, but she presses her cheek into his palm, holds tight to his hand, and he’s grateful. Because he couldn’t let her go if he tried. "I don’t know what happened, but we’ll figure it out."

She nods and laces her arms around his neck, her grip secure and tight, and Castle cradles her body in close, whispers reassurance into her hair. He doesn’t know what happened, and he knows she already needs answers, but for now, he has the love of his life back. 

It’s enough for now.


The thing I loved about this sneak peek is that it proved theirs was not love at first sight. They’re not crazy awkward and unable to speak to each other in these early interactions, nor are they so desperate to please one another that they speak in perfect rom-com pick up lines. They’re just… normal. Their love grows out of friendship, from brotp to OTP if you will (though their expressions in this clip make them look more like sassy girlfriends snapping at each other and going “oh no you didn’t!”). And it’s only after they’ve really gotten to know one another’s personalities and each has discovered the essence that the other hides from the rest of the world (for Belle, her ambition and sense of adventure, for Rumple his humanity), that they actually fall in love.

I went trick-or-treating and one woman opened her door and when she saw me and my friends, a bunch of 19-year-olds in Halloween costumes, she said “Okay, there’s one condition for older trick-or-treaters: you have to tell me a joke, and if I like it I’ll give you candy.”

So I just said “government shutdown” and got hella candy.

middle-earth history meme: {3/3} dwarves

Narvi, Dwarf of Khazad-dûm 
Narvi was likely one of Durin’s Folk and lived in Khazad-dûm during the Second Age. At that time a strong friendship formed between the Elves of Eregion and the Dwarves of Khazad-dûm, and both peoples benefitted from it greatly. Narvi became the close friend of Celebrimbor, son of Curufin, and together they worked on the Doors of Durin at the West-gate of Moria that the Fellowship passed through many years later.


But I can’t.


Aaron + Charlie | 2.15

"It’s like ‘The Matrix’."