Imagine Dragons {Sentence Starters}
  • "Leave me to dream..."
  • "You don’t have to hold your head up high."
  • "There’s nowhere we can hide!"
  • "I don't wanna let you down, but I am hell bound."
  • "Maybe you could save my soul."
  • "You don’t have to make it right."
  • "I know I let you down, didn't I?"
  • "I'm never changing who I am!"
  • "Tell me all your secrets... Let me know you."
  • "I’m on top of the world!"
  • "I need to let you go..."
  • "The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell."
  • "Don’t get too close!"
  • "Life isn't always what you think it'd be."
  • "Things will change with time."
  • "I’ve traveled all this way for something."
  • "All my life, I’ve been living in the fast lane."
  • "I want to hide the truth, I want to shelter you!"
  • "I don't ever wanna let you down."
  • "It's a revolution, I suppose."
  • "Oh, quiet down... I've had enough."
  • "I won’t run away this time!"
  • "I’m starting to cave..."
  • "I know that I did you wrong."
  • "I’m not gonna let you change my mind!"
  • "If you love somebody, better tell them while they’re here."
  • "This road never looked so lonely."
  • "This is it, the apocalypse!"
  • "Maybe I’m broken... maybe I’m wrong."
  • "This city never sleeps at night."
  • "Maybe if I leave tonight, I won't come back."

Oliver burrows down deep into his blankets. This is the part where Connor gets up and walks out of his life forever. This is where Connor finally realizes Oliver just isn’t worth the trouble.

New tears well and fall. Can’t there be anything tonight that doesn’t hurt?

Something shifts on the bed, and suddenly there’s another body in the blankets. Oliver turns and finds Connor there beside him on the mattress, just like so many times before.

But everything’s different now, isn’t it?

Connor reaches out and brushes away Oliver’s tears with his thumb. When fresh ones replace them, Connor smiles a little.

Oliver shakes his head. “What are you doing?”

Connor lifts one shoulder. “Hanging out in bed with my boyfriend?”

Oliver bites his bottom lip. It’s too much to hope for. It’s just too much. “You want to stay?”

Connor’s smile slips away. “Hey,” he says and snuggles closer. He kisses Oliver’s cheek, his chin, and his nose. Then he takes Oliver’s hands in his and kisses each of Oliver’s knuckles.

"I care about you, Oliver. That hasn’t changed." Connor drags Oliver’s hand to his chest and splays out Oliver’s fingers over his heart. "I’m in this with you."

"Con," Oliver’s voice breaks midway through and Connor pulls him closer, wrapping him in his arms. 

Oliver grips the front of his shirt, so scared he’ll leave.

But Connor rubs his hands through Oliver’s hair and down his back. Connor whispers, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Connor stays.

anonymous asked:

sasusaku 2 and 18 please <3

18. waking up with amnesia AU

Four days.

That’s how long he’s been sitting in this frigid ICU waiting room, how long since his life changed drastically within the span of a few moments. He has not moved from this chair, not for sleep and not for sustenance. He just stares and stares and stares at the blank wall with nothing inside of him but a self-loathing so great it trumps any charges the police could throw at him.

His joints are stiff and aching, but it’s nothing compared to what he’s done, the suffering he’s inflicted on someone who didn’t deserve it. He’s the one who deserves to be lying on that bed in here, smashed into near a thousand pieces and hooked up to machines.

When he can take no more of the walls closing in around him, silently accusing him as they loom ever closer, he drops his head into his hands. His hands clench in his dark hair, as though by ripping himself apart he could make all of this go away.

It’s been four days since Sasuke hit a girl while driving drunk.


She doesn’t wake for another two days, and Sasuke has not been allowed in to see her. He doesn’t know if he could move even if he wanted to; the crushing weight of his guilt roots him to this chair until it runs as poison in his blood.

They identify her from the driver’s license in her purse, whose contents had been scattered across the sidewalk as he’d emerged stumbling from his totalled vehicle. Her name is Haruno Sakura, and as the hospital has been unable to locate her family, she has lain broken and alone in that room for the past six days.

It is a sad truth that money buys freedom from punishment, and so the only reason that Uchiha Sasuke is allowed to maintain his silent vigil in the waiting room is because his parents paid for his bail. No amount of cajoling from his family or nurses will convince him to leave, and they have finally resigned themselves to his constant, brooding presence.

She wakes in the small hours of the morning, crying out in pain. Sasuke is aware of none of this, only holding fast to the blurry memory of her white face as they strapped her to the gurney a week ago. They don’t tell him until late in the afternoon, perhaps as a form of punishment.

If the news that she is awake and alive brings him some measure of relief, the cost that follows breaks him.

Retrograde amnesia.

She retains some memories of her childhood, of faces that she can somewhat recall, but the last few years of her life have been wiped away, leaving her with a blank slate and no one to fill it in.

Sasuke finally, after seven days, is forced from his chair as he voids what little contents are in his stomach into the nearest trash can. The knowledge that he has stolen her life as effectively as if he’d killed her slams into him, doubling him over and robbing his breath.

He might as well be a murderer.


Perhaps the staff at last take pity on him, seeing his remorse and the frenzied guilt in his eyes, because they allow him to see her that afternoon. Fifteen minutes and no more, they warn him.

It’s just as well, because Sasuke doesn’t know if he can live with himself for that long.

He enters the spacious ICU room, where the sun’s warm afternoon rays shine in cheerily from the large windows that open up to a beautiful view of the hospital’s landscaped grounds.

Her eyes are closed, and her head wrapped in bandages, but pale pink hair fans out around her on the pillow. She is covered in casts and bandages, her broken legs elevated.

Sasuke nearly runs out of the room right there.

But he doesn’t, because he owes this girl, Sakura, every waking moment of his life trying to make it up to her and paying for his profound stupidity.

He moves to stand beside her and her eyes flutter open. They are the green of fresh spring grass. Despite how sore her face must be, she smiles, and Sasuke feels his heart stop.

"Oh, are you my boyfriend?" she croaks in a raspy voice.

She misinterprets the stricken look on his face. “I’ll be okay, you know. It’s worse than it looks. But my head is sort of hazy and I can’t remember your name, I’m so sorry. I feel terrible.”

Her sheepish grin makes him feel even worse, if that’s possible.

He clears his throat, his voice heavy from disuse. “Sasu-I’m Sasuke. I’m sorry, but I’m not…”

Her face falls as his voice trails off, but she perks up again a moment later. “Oh, no, it’s me that’s sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed—well, anyway, it’s nice to meet you Sasuke-kun. Or meet you again, I suppose-”

"I did this to you," he cuts her off, the guilt inside his chest screaming. He doesn’t deserve her friendliness and he doesn’t know how she can be so upbeat in the face of the monster standing in front of her. She deserves to know what he is.

Sakura looks at him, confused. “You did what to me?”

This,” he gestures toward her broken body, “all of this. I did this.”

His voice breaks, and the wetness on his cheeks tells him that he is crying. He collapses into the chair next to her bed and buries his head in his hands, trying not to scream. A cool touch on his forearm jerks his gaze back to her.

"It’s okay," she whispers with a sad smile.

But it’s not okay, it will never be okay. She should be the one crying, not him. She shouldn’t be the one comforting him, not when she’s the one damaged maybe beyond repair and he is the monster. Hers is a soul too beautiful for this world.

She takes his cold hand in hers and squeezes, and the broken pieces inside him start to shift.

"Will you stay with me for a while?" she asks, and there is nothing in him that can refuse her.

He nods, squeezing her hand back gently. “For as long as you want me here.”

And when she smiles, it’s brighter than the sun.

Repo! The Genetic Opera {Sentence Starters}
  • "Why, oh why, are my genetics such a bitch?"
  • "I'm the monster! I'm the villain!"
  • "Well, who ordered pizza? I could sure go for a slice!"
  • "I've made my peace. I hold no grudge."
  • "I'm the smartest, I'm the toughest."
  • "You've exceeded all my plans..."
  • "Didn't you say that you where different?"
  • "You never should have left me! I would have given you the world!"
  • "Chase the morning. Yield for nothing."
  • "Oh, I'm free at last."
  • "I look like a crime scene..."
  • "Sometimes I wonder how we ever got here."
  • "Well, it looks like I'll be joining you."
  • "Someone's gonna hang if I don't get my coffee."
  • "It's gonna be a bloodbath!"
  • "I will never sing again..."
  • "I am lost without you here!"
  • "Didn't I tell you not to go out? Didn't I?"
  • "I don't care! It's not fair!"
  • "I will not be betrayed."
  • "Sometimes I wonder why we don't all move on!"
  • "I did everything you asked of me."
The Originals  {Sentence Starters}
  • "What an entirely unwelcome surprise."
  • "I still think you’re a bitch. I’ve just grown to like that about you."
  • "You're frightened... don't be."
  • "Allow me to entertain you with today’s list of priorities."
  • "I forgot how much I liked this town."
  • "I hate this. I feel totally useless!"
  • "You will not believe the crap day that I'm having."
  • "I will fight for my family until my last breath."
  • "I will always protect you. You have my word on that."
  • "If there's a war going on, I want to be on the winning side."
  • "It scares the hell out of you, doesn't it?"
  • "I want a home. I want a family. I want someone to love me and I want to live."
  • "What are you really up to?"
  • "You do not want to end up on the wrong side of me."
  • "Are we skipping the part where you beg for mercy?"
  • "No one hurts my family and lives. No one."
  • "As a devout feminist, I refuse to say that you hit like a girl."
  • "How long are you going to hate me?"
  • "What makes you think I'm afraid to die?"
  • "I didn't realize I had hurt your feelings."
  • "Forgive me. Thought you were in danger. It appears I was mistaken."
  • "Why me? Out of everyone in this city?"
  • "Every revolution requires sacrifice."
  • "Are you going to beg for your miserable life?"
  • "One survivor to another, all I want to do is keep you alive."
  • "We need to get out of here. Are you gonna help me, or what?"


Vol. 1 - Rick and Kieren. Reunion. Insecurity. Restart. 

Circles Passenger // Like Real People Do Hozier // I Forget Where We Were Ben Howard // You Don’t Know How Lucky You Are Keaton Henson // Flaws Bastille // No More Running Away Air Traffic 

Vol. 2 - Simon and Kieren. Jealousy. Reassurance. Resolution. 

Hurricane MS MR // Cough Syrup Young The Giant // Laura Palmer Bastille // Agape Bear’s Den // Ghosts Laura Marling // Ledges Noah Gundersen 

Vol. 3 - Rick and Simon. Tension. Acceptance. Adoration. 

The Phoenix Fall Out Boy // Do I Wanna Know The Arctic Monkeys // What If Bombay Bicycle Club // Babel Mumford & Sons // Fire Meet Gasoline Sia // All This And Heaven Too Florence + The Machine 

Vol. 4 - Rick and Simon and Kieren. Happy. Zombie. Polyamory.

Out Of The Woods Taylor Swift // Feel The Love Paloma Faith // Home Gabrielle Aplin // Only Love Ben Howard // 10AM Gare du Nord Keaton Henson // Sigh No More Mumford & Sons


The Sound of Her Name

Summary: I don’t know who said this quotation, so if any of you know, please tell me! Inspired by this and all the feels that it promotes. It’s a little long, but I hope you guys like it. :)

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth."

No one knew, at first. When they saw Solas and the Inquisitor together, they thought to themselves, it is good to see the Inquisitor making friends. It is good to see her loosening up, making ties to the people here. But they did not know. Not at first. 

Cassandra first realized as they were in the midst of battle. Her sword arm had grown heavy from the fighting, her shield doing just as must damage as her blade. Off to the side, doing a brilliant flanking maneuver that they’d practiced for hours on end, Lupa rushed in, blades flashing and lithe body twisting into a spin that blurred her form. But something had gone wrong. Cassandra could not say if the man had anticipated her, or if she hadn’t turned quite right. But he turned, ready to meet her daggers with a battle-axe. And in the heat of the moment, when Cassandra saw the Inquisitor more vulnerable than she’d ever been, from behind them she heard Solas. 


A spell flew by Cassandra’s face so close that the hair on her head tingled. It struck their foe full in the face, an explosion that shook the ground beneath them. And as Lupa landed and collected herself, Cassandra turned back to Solas, eyebrows drawn down sharply. She had heard the Inquisitor’s name in his mouth, and she knew. 

Dorian realized it, due to his close nature with the Inquisitor. He had teased her, speculated on just how long it would take Lupa to confess her feelings. But as they poured over tomes and tried to piece together ancient works and decipher fact from over-embellishment together, he heard it.


Gentle. A caress. A warm, comfortable tone as he pointed at something in the book. And as she leaned over to peer down at the words he wanted her to see, Dorian smiled and rested his chin in his hand. And he knew. 

Varric and Sera realized it at the same moment as they stood side by side in the tavern, waiting for her to join them in a game of Wicked Grace. She stood outside of the tavern, attempting to cajole Solas into joining them. He had declined, politely, but still she needled at him, using whatever tactics she could think of. 

Lupa,” he had said, exasperated. 

But there was something else there, to. There was something that was equal parts amused and tender as he, once again, declined her offer. Varric had smiled, now that he’d figured out who the Inquisitor had fallen for. Sera had grunted, disgusted. 

“Figures she’d fall for an elf that was too…elfy.” She muttered. Varric laughed. 

Blackwall realized by accident. He had walked into the great hall, intending on talking to Cassandra about the trip they were taking to the Winter Palace. As he passed the rotunda, he heard the hushed whispers of the Inquisitor and Solas. He had paused, wondered at the late hour. It had not been his business, but when he started to walk away, he heard it. 

“Good night, Lupa.” 

Wistful, yearning. His lips wrapped around unspoken words, like there was more he desired to say. Blackwall touched the Warden Commander badge in his pocket, and the same yearning within him grew. And he knew. 

Vivienne knew almost right away, although she pretended not to. Another argument with Solas about the circles and apostates, a circular argument that never met an end. She had turned to the Inquisitor, curious about her stance on the matter, and had been shocked and disgusted to find her defending Solas’ abilities, defending his right to be outside of a circle, although he was an untrained apostate. She had felt her temper flare, felt her lips curve to argue her point most heatedly, but stopped when she heard him. 

“Thank you…Lupa.” 

Surprised. Reverent. Relieved. She had looked from the Inquisitor to him, and the desire to quarrel had left her, somewhat. Her own beliefs did not shift an inch. But she knew. 

Cole always knew, but Iron Bull took the longest to know. They had stood, side by side, watched Solas tell stories of the fade to an enraptured Inquisitor. Cole had smiled, shifted slightly on his feet. 

“Gentle, caressing, the name a taste on his tongue he cannot forget, how he wishes he could say it more, how he longs to remember it forever, as much a piece of him as his own, though it changed long ago.” 

“What are you on about, Cole?” Iron Bull grunted, glancing away from Solas to look at him. 

“Name…he knows he loves her by the way he says her name.” 

“…Remember how I said you were sometimes weird? Yeah. It’s things like this that make you weird.” But later, when he heard Solas say it, finally Iron Bull knew, too. 

Solas did not know when he truly knew. He was not sure when her name shifted from being a way to gain her attention to being a form of worship. All that he knew was that one moment he held her at a distance, fearing the future, and in the next moment he was loathe to ever let her go. When he said her name, it was the light of a thousand suns as she turned to him and smiled. 

After he let her go, he did not say her name anymore. He could hear the love on his lips, taste it in the consonants, and it left an ache in his chest that he could not ease. He could not bear to know just how much he hadn’t truly ever let her go.

pepperlovey asked:

Ok, so I was talking to a friend and she was all like "what if When Bilbo was telling Frodo about his adventure he said your Uncle Thorin and Cousins Fili and Kili" and proceeded to say "and what if Frodo insisted they were alive because 'Uncle Bilbo talks to them when he thinks I'm sleeping'" and I just died.















Because someone had to ask about the triplets’ deaths and get me thinking about this.

seiya234 I’m pretty sure you asked for this


There were over a hundred people at Willow Pines’ funeral.

All the children she’d fostered or adopted over the years,the significant others they’d gone on to meet, and their own children crowded the seats. Her daughter Auriga was in the front row, as were Annie and Rob and Uncle Dipper. But it was Acacia and Hank that took it the hardest. They’d always been trying to protect Willow, even when she didn’t need it, even when they lived apart. She was their sister, and now she was dead. They hadn’t been able to protect her from this.


For Hank’s official funeral, only around fifty people came.

There had been a separate one, not open to the public, for members of the Dinner Crew, where no one would look twice at trolls and fairies mourning a human as deeply as they did. Still, Lucy Ann had come to the funeral, and sat up front with Alcor and Acacia, trying not to show how much the loss of this human had shaken her. Acacia cried silently, continually reaching up and angrily brushing the tears away, trying to hide it as much as Lucy Ann was. For once her eyepatch was not covered in glitter and neon paint, but a plain black.


Acacia’s funeral was a small affair.

Her Uncle Dipper, her children, some of their cousins on Reina’s side. They mourned her passing but celebrated her life. Near the end, when one of the cousins got themselves tipsy, they said it was for the best that Acacia had died—after all, she hadn’t really been happy since the first of her siblings had died.