It might take centuries, but sooner or later hell will burn away your humanity. Every hell-bound soul, every one turns into something else. Turns you into us." - Ruby


+ au meme → The Real World. This is the true story of five strangers, picked to live in a house, work together, and have their lives taped…to find out what happens when people stop being polite, and start getting real.


Happy birthday Park Chanyeol!

First of all, let me apologise! I know I’m not good at editing and I don’t have the same way with words others do but this was important to me. To wish my ultimate bias, who brings me sunshine on even the cloudiest of days, a happy birthday.

Happy birthday to EXO’s happy virus, my sunshine, Park Chanyeol! You’ve had such a fantastic year and I’m so proud of you. Don’t get me wrong - you’ve always been so fantastically talented and passionate about your music, but this year you’ve blossomed and come into your own. It’s been a pleasure to watch you, to stan you everyday, through every achievement. Congratulations.

You’re more to the world than your talents though, and I hope you know that. Your smile brightens up every room you walk into. Heck, if you asked me it lights up the entire world. Through thick and thin you’ve always maintained your infectious cheer and optimism. Even when things are hard and you’re in pain - you smile for other peoples sake. You should know how powerful that smile of yours is and your dumb jokes! If you’re ever struggling to find a reason to smile, remember how often you’re people’s reason to smile. Mister Happy Virus, don’t you know how brightly you shine?

I think that would help you actually, seeing how warm and considerate you are to others - be they your fans, the members or even animals. It’s adorable really, how your heart is even bigger than your giant self. Never once have you ever been less than humbled and grateful for your fans but just know, we’re equally thankful to support you, to love you and to watch you grow. It really is an honour.

Please never, ever stop being your vibrant, cheerful, totally bizarre, endlessly kind, adorable, passionate, talented and completely ridiculous self. Never stop lighting the world up in that way only you can! You bring so much joy, even in places where there was none at all. I can’t thank you enough for all your hard work and efforts. In working to achieve your dream you’ve made the world a happier place too.

You know what? I bet next year will be even better for you as well! You’ll continue to develop your skills, to charm fans all over the world, to lift the spirits of anyone who even sees your beautiful face. Guess what else? I’ll still be here, cheering you on, that talented boy who brought my smile back. I believe in you, my vitamin C who shines brighter than any star. You can do anything you put your mind to and I promise to cheer you on the whole way, even if it takes you up to the sky to conquer space!

Happy birthday, I wish you all the best and now and each and every day to come. Thank you, for being you. Thank you for everything. Every moment on stage, every quirk of your lips, every boisterous laugh, every twinkle of your beautiful eyes - everything.

I love you, unconditionally.

P.S. I hope Dara notices you soon. 


She Looks So Perfect (Cover)
  • She Looks So Perfect (Cover)
  • iwriteabout5sos

So, I’m in love with this song and thought I’d do a little cover of it. It’s pretty rough but I really like the song and just threw it together hah. If you like it (and want to make me really really happy and smiley inside) you can reblog it, like it, or send me a message. Hope you enjoy! :)


After coming home from working a long case, Emma finds Regina has fallen asleep on the rickety, antique couch, graciously given to them by Snow and David (much to Regina’s dismay).

Emma didn’t have the heart to wake her despite knowing that she would never be able to sleep without Regina beside her. Their little princess had been keeping the new moms awake every night for the first month of her life and she wanted to give Regina every opportunity to grab some much needed rest.


WE FOUND EACH OTHER HUNGRY: a mix for killer lovers who will paint the world red together; for those who find as much pleasure in destroying everything around them as they find in destroying each other.

"The more you love me, the more I will ruin you. I will take my darkness and I will push it inside you." (listen)


I don’t think aliens like cats


”I don’t have a good feeling about this year,” she wasn’t planning on sharing her fears with anyone, but it was her mother she was talking with and Madge didn’t know whether she’d ever get to do that again. Even if her nightmare didn’t come true, her mother couldn’t be kept without morphling flowing throught her system for too long.

Madge knew the moment for mom to return to the safety of her bed came, after the mention of her aunt. She had to go open the door anyway, even on reaping day there were still strawberries to buy.

it's a numbers game

very much inspired by literaryoblivion's post here (not that this does it any justice but i couldn’t resist)

Numbers make sense. They always have.

Feelings, on the other hand, don’t.

Stiles relies on numbers; he counts for a living. That’s how he’s always been, since the death of his mother, and he’s sure that’s how he’ll always be.

Counting an infinite loop; one tragedy after the other.


Stiles has been sitting in the single, uncomfortable, plastic-backed chair of Derek’s hospital room for sixteen hours and three minutes when the doctor comes in holding a clipboard.

“He’ll wake up like, tomorrow, right? Because I kind of have a meeting in LA I can’t miss.”

The words are out of his mouth before he’s fully thought them through, an annoying habit he’s been dealing with since he was a child, and he belatedly realizes it might be an incredibly rude thing to say. The look on the doctor’s face confirms this, and he adds, “It’s not like he’s going to die.” He spares a quick glance at the unmoving figure resting on the bed before his eyes dart away. It brings back too many memories.

But, he repeats to himself, it’s not like he’s going to die.

The doctor’s gaze is somber, however, and he looks between Derek and Stiles before he double checks something on his clipboard. He meets Stiles’ eyes; his face ashen, and his voice grave.

“Mr. Stilinski,” he begins, and Stiles knows something is very, very wrong. His heart is already sinking when the doctor continues, “I think we need to talk.”


The doctor finally walks out of the room sixteen hours and fifty seven minutes after the accident, and when the door finally shuts behind him, phrases like “things don’t look very good” and “he’ll need a miracle” ring in the silence he leaves behind. Stiles throws up the contents of his stomach in the bathroom. He stares at his glassy-eyed reflection for a long time, before he washes the taste of bile out of his mouth.

He calls to cancel his meeting, and all the while, the steady beat of Derek’s machine-fueled heart floats through the thin walls and makes him want to be sick all over again.

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Somebody Please Help Will Graham
  • Somebody Please Help Will Graham
  • Colly (thiscanonthing)
  • Hannitunes~

Before you read the lyrics, here’s the deal with them:

  • 1st verse: Will and his identity crisis concerning Garret Jacobs Hobbs.  
  • All the Choruses - fandom pov basically
  • 2nd verse: Hannibal about/to Will.

This song was inpsired by NBC’s 'Hannibal'.

Okay, lyrics:

I see him within my mind and it’s clear
What I am.
A fragment I can’t escape ‘cause he’s here,
Who I am.

The bullets I put in him, they’re inside
Who I am.
The proof of my inner sins, I can’t hide
What I am!

…….How can I even try to differentiate real
From un-real?
How I can I even comprehend again that 
That’s Hobbs -
And not Will?!

Somebody please help Will Graham before he loses all his sense of
Who he is and what he’s done.
What will he become?

Alana Bloom, please help him now – get him a brainscan, I don’t care how!
Someone needs to stop the moth – before it eats the cloth.

The fabric of dreaming space it reveals
What I am.
Hallucinations can tell you, Will, yet conceal
Who I am.

Waiting silent, like drawing straws, soon you’ll know
Who I am.
Pulling curtains, the fog will lift and I’ll show
What I am.

Somebody please help Will Graham before the elk has scratched too deep and
Ruined him so thoroughly – yet done so casually.

Alana Bloom, please help him now – get him a brain-scan, I don’t care how!
Someone needs to stop the moth – before it eats the cloth.

Somebody please help Will Graham before he loses all his sense of
Who he is and what he’s done.
What will he become?

Alana Bloom, please help him now – get him a brain-scan, I don’t care how!
Someone needs to stop the moth – before it eats the cloth.

Before it eats the…………. cloth.

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Simply right-click and “save video as” - it’ll save as an mp3.  (:

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(Also - I’m sorry the quality goes in and out at points!  That’s just what happens when all I have to work with is Audacity and I’m recording all together, not separate vocal and guitar tracks~)