(( I’m sorry but now I have headcanon of Oswald having to deal with this demented flamingo all the time which he can’t get rid of because he’s such a gent and it was a present so now it’s just like- ))
Gerald, please desist from eating the French lace, that is not for you.
Gerald, please get out of there.
Gerald.
Gerald please, I-
Oh never mind.
Perfect - a Smythofsky ficlet
Sebastian woke up to the sound of his cellphone blaring into the silence of his room. It was late afternoon and Sebastian had passed out after another killer Smythe Christmas dinner. His mom was an amazing cook, so he really never stood a chance.
He glanced at his bedside clock and while it was around the time he had planned to wake up, he was still greatly annoyed that someone had interrupted the last few minutes of his nap. But after seeing Dave’s name flash across the screen, he softened a little. He hadn’t had a chance to speak to Dave over the phone today and he missed his boyfriend’s voice. Especially now that he was off at college.
“Hey sexy,” he said as he accepted the call and was immediately confronted with the sound of ragged breathing. It wasn’t the good kind. “Oh god, baby what’s wrong?”
- Midreky || Captain Sexypants: ...Joe can fuck himself-
- Saffy [Charles]: he can OvO
- Saffy [Charles]: He-
- Saffy [Charles]: he can fuck himself and Clipper
- Midreky || Captain Sexypants: HE CAN DOUBLE FUCK CLIPPER
- Saffy [Charles]: he can watch himself fuck clipper
- Saffy [Charles]: he can watch clipper fuck him
- Midreky || Captain Sexypants: OH MY GOD
- Saffy [Charles]: he can dO SO MANY THINGS
- Midreky || Captain Sexypants: THE PUCIBILITIES
- Saffy [Charles]: I'M CRYING AGAIN
- Saffy [Charles]: ???
- Saffy [Charles]: ?
- Midreky || Captain Sexypants: HE CAN BOTH FUCK AND BE FUCKED BY CLIPPER
- Saffy [Charles]: HNNNG
- Saffy [Charles]: CLIPPER FILLING IN A JOE SANDWHICH
I think the best way to live is to realize that you don’t deserve anything. Except maybe a chance. If you want something you have to work for it. You have to want it. Simply wanting something is not enough. Don’t be lazy. If you want it enough, the work to get there will be worth it.
Live the way you want to, not the way someone else thinks you should. This is your journey, man! You’ve got this one shot to make the best of it, to accomplish any thing you could possibly dream of. And there’s no time limit on that dream. You can start working for it tomorrow and keep working for another 20 years. It doesn’t matter. It’s never too late to accomplish what you want. That’s what they never tell you. You have as much time as you want to give yourself. Never let someone tell you otherwise. Don’t compromise your youth to ensure you’ll be happy when you’re older. Your future is not a threat; don’t let others pressure you into thinking it is.
Be kind to others. Always. You’ll be happy to know your kindness will be rewarded by the best people possible. If you don’t expect people to judge you for the decisions you make, then know it’s only proper to do the same for them as well. You have your journey and they have theirs. They might meet but you’ll never truly understand the way someone thinks or feels. But be open minded. Listen. Learn. It’s the only way you can possibly grow.
Stop letting other people make you think you’re inadequate. Their words will only effect you if you let them. If you are happy with yourself and your decisions, no one else’s opinion should matter. Live a good life and smile in the faces of your enemies. Only do things that you love to do and only associate with people you feel bring out the best parts of you.
You are responsible for your own happiness.
And life isn’t worth living if you’re not happy every second of it.
This just happened, never thought i’d fan girl. turns out i just did. ok.
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lyc4n started following you
My Muse appreciation post.
It still blows my mind that every time I listen to Time Is Running Out, it still gets to me like it did the very first time I listened to it three years ago. If it weren’t for that song, I’m pretty sure I would have never become a Muser and I’m one hundred percent positive I’d be a completely different person right now. Thank you, Muse. Through your music I’ve learned that it’s okay to be different. That I don’t have to suppress my passion, my wonder for life. Through your music I’ve become the person I’m meant to be-not the person I thought I needed to be. Through your music I have found a purpose in life. Though your music I will change the world-just like you did to mine-starting with myself. I don’t know how to put it into words how incredibly, immensely thankful I am to be blessed with your music. It seems two words will never suffice but that is all I have. Thank you, Muse. For saving my life. Thank you.
A conversation between me and my older sister via text message
Her: Omg! Jordon (her boyfriend) just proposed to me!
My reaction:
Me: o.o what did you say??
Her: I said yes :)
Me: O.O DO EITHER OF OUR PARENTAL UNITS KNOW ABOUT THIS?!
Her: No…
-an hour later and after my dad called her and both of us suffering from mini heart attacks-
Her: Just kidding ;)
Me:
She loves that his smile is like sunshine,
and how he seems starry-eyed when
he talks about something he loves,
or when he gets excited,
even though his eyes are the color of
a mix between her sister’s hair and melting caramel
and not the color of stars,
scattered across a sky darker than
DEREK HALE’S EMOTIONS
oops
Citrus. Windmills.
Below, miracles of tropical perseverance -
Improbable latitude for an improbable fruit.
Among them, churning in the sea breeze
Blades spindly and quixotic
Whip air into chaotic
Spirals unseen but dimly understood
As beautiful in their incalculable complexity.
Quixotic, too
Stands the young man on the hill
Astride a rusty bicycle
Hands white and numb upon the handlebars.
The turbines are not his giants,
Nor the sour fruit below -
He tilts at mortality,
And midterms.
