sorry its not very good

Karma hates me…it really does…now what am I supposed to do? Say yes? Say no? Move to the Galapagos (no, Mitch McConnell’s homeland). Odds of something happening: 1 in 2,000,000. My luck, tomorrow. 2080 readers are enough to get Lee Pace interested and me arrested for trying to sneak on a plane headed for Switzerland. I could show ever single photo of him being adorable with pandas. My dad can wonder what dress he’ll wear if I find myself having to meet him. Great..if it isn’t him it’s Peter Jackson. The real one.

Is this good or bad? I can avoid the PJ thing–he’s shooting some other high fantasy story. Lee? OH GOD, why not paint me green and call me Kermit. He’ll probably try to save my species.

Chances of escape, @leepacesweetfantasy: Nil. Chances girls will hate me and I’ll never have a friend in the world, @storytimeteller1: 1,000,000%

Sad thing is, whatever comes at me, I have to face it so I can take care of my Dad.

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I so need help right now…last excerpt more popular than I realized…I’m stuck in the body of Lee Pace (I can do that)…what is going on? Where are my family? Oh right, they think I died. Where are my friends that actually believe I DON’T KNOW LEE PACE and the iPhone 6s thing is coincidence? I’m not doing anything people say I do and I’m am on nearly every single page Lee is on and I got tagged on his birthday on Instagram with Leeepfrog…I need sleep or something. PJ’s doing a contest for something, I have an UK studio that would die for this story–especially Martin Freeman who’s signed to produce stuff….what do i do? @wickedrum, @lasimo74allmyworld, @fortunatelyclevercandy, @emitis17, @kelcipher, @gedebe, @mrseinsteingrooving, @storytimeteller1, @bluesilvara, @mystarlightblr..

I feel so alone these days. My dad doesn’t even know the days of the week hardly…

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Help me…before I turn into this, uh….what is he doing?

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Please save me from a lifetime of Lee Pace. Pretty please. Peter Jackson just showed up and this could get ugly if he finds out about me.

@chainedintimacy a réagi à votre billet “i wanna do one last drawing for the night to destroy my wrist nice and…”

Some gayness possibly? Though don’t hurt your wrist too much! If it does hurt, you should ice it after! ;w;

My hand is beyond the icing point rn

in the heights au: everything is the same except sonny is actually invited to ninas dinner


a venn diagram of reasons you should fear nepeta and reasons you should be in love with her is a circle

Contrary to popular beliefs about Oikawa’s self-centered personality, he’s not the type to really take care of himself. He’s got naturally pretty hair and pretty skin and pretty face - he says he’s blessed by the Oikawa genes, everyone believes it to be true. 

But, again, he’s not the type to take time out for himself. He’ll cut his fingernails really short to handle the ball better and subconsciously bites what’s left out of anxiety. His hands are normally dry and rough, sometimes scraped if he landed wrongly on the ground from going after a ball; it’s a sad sight when you look at the bony structures of his wrists and his slender fingers that would, without a doubt, make his hands look beautiful if it weren’t for his lack of care towards them. 

The thing is that he doesn’t care what happens to his hands or his knees or his legs or his ankles - he’s focused on one goal and that’s to improve himself. He thinks he just needs his pretty face to get by so that his other imperfections are overlooked - and he manages to get by too, except with one person.

That one person that carries moisturizers and lotions in his bag, along with polysporin and bandages and tylenol and protein bars (and maybe milk bread, if he’s got the time to get some). He watches Oikawa flirt with danger, serve after serve, set after set, spike after spike. All until he feels it right in his bones that Oikawa’s about to hit his limit and he drags him out of the court, anxious but relieved. 

And in the silence of the locker room, Oikawa sits there in a blissful peace, letting Iwaizumi take his hands in his own and attempting to moisturize them, rubbing polysporin on the scrapes and cuts, whispering little warnings about overworking and not taking care of his body enough with furrowed brows. Oikawa lets his fingers wander around Iwaizumi’s jaw until his lips are kissing Oikawa’s hands - one by one, each finger, his palms, his knuckles. 

“Do they feel better?”

“Mhm, much better.”

Oikawa doesn’t really take care of himself, but he’s glad there’s someone out there that’s willing to take up the challenge. One day, he thinks, he’ll learn to love himself just as much as Iwaizumi loves him. 


Sometimes it feels like it was yesterday; graduating high school, saying goodbye. That feeling that you get at 17 or 18 that no one in the history of the world has ever been this close, has ever loved as fiercely or laughed as hard or cared as much. Sometimes it feels like it was yesterday. Sometimes, it feels like someone else’s memory.

One Tree Hill, Season 5 Episode 01: “4 Years, 6 Months, 2 Days”

My Love

My Darling Pats,

I love you. That’s where I want to start, and finish, and all points in between. It’s going to be so hard to be here without you, seeing the traces of you all around but knowing I won’t bump into you around the next corner, or be able to see you tonight, or the next, for who knows how long. But as much as I’m going to miss you, I know this journey is harder for you than it is for me, and I am so proud of you for making it. I don’t know what you’ll find when you reach your father’s house, but I do know there isn’t much hope of a happy outcome. I would be there with you if I could, to hold your hand through the darkest days, and hold you in my arms through the uncertain nights so that you wouldn’t forget for a moment that I’m still here, and still yours. But I can’t. All I can do is send my love, to remind you that loss is not all there is in life. I swear to you, you have not lost me. You couldn’t. I’m yours Pats, now and always. However long it takes, I’m still going to be here when you get back. Our future will wait for us.

You asked me how we would bear it, but haven’t we proved we can? You and I Pats, we’re stronger than time or distance. We’re stronger even than amnesia, and society, and all the hundreds of things that try to keep us apart. If we can find a way to be together while we live in a convent full of nuns, how could a few miles (or even a few thousand) possibly hope to pull us apart?

This isn’t the end Pats. It’s hardly even the beginning yet. So if you feel alone out there, if you lie awake at night in your father’s house and feel that you can’t bear another minute, remember that I’m with you. We’ll be together in our heads, and in our hearts., until we can be in each other’s arms.

I love you Patsy.

Yours, always

Oikawa reaches out, wrapping his long limbs around the closet body. He slides closer as warmth surrounds him, a content sigh tumbling past his lips. Peeling his eyes half way open, he finds Iwaizumi sleeping peacefully. A lazy smile spreads across his face, and he snuggles closer, nuzzling against his chest. It was a warm, peaceful morning-

A small yelp has his eyes snapping open. He slowly sits up, looking around in confusion until his eyes land on Matsukawa- who was now laying on his stomach, one arm by his side the other thrown across the pillow he was sleeping on. Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, Oikawa hesitantly places his hands on Matsukawa’s bare back, leaning against his body to peer over the side of the bed.

Hanamaki lays on the carpet, back pressed against the carpet with his legs thrown against the wall, head tilted towards the bed- a very shocked look plastered to his face.

“Whatcha doing, ‘Hiro?” Oikawa asks, trying to not laugh. It was obvious what had happened.

“I can’t believe I got thrown off the bed,” He whispers under his breath, his gaze sliding to meet Oikawa’s eyes. “That asshole.”

“Ah, yes,” Oikawa chuckles, gently smacking his palm against Matsukawa’s back, “what an asshole.” In response, Matsukawa begins to snore softly.

“Look what you did, Tooru.” Hanamaki tsks, crossing his arms over his chest. He doesn’t bother to remove himself from the wall, in fact he let’s his eyes slide close- as if he was fully content with falling asleep in that position.

“Taka-” Matsukawa suddenly shifts in his sleep, rolling onto his back. Oikawa squeaks as his hands slip away from Matsukawa’s back, and his whole body surges forward until his face plants into the carpet, his legs thrown up into the air.

“Oh my…oh my god..I can’t believe I just witnessed this,” Hanamaki wheezes, his eyes now wide open- sleep totally forgotten. “I can’t believe I didn’t have my phone on me.”

“Thaf so ruhe,” Oikawa mumbles into the carpet, groaning as he slides forward a little more. He lifts his face up from the carpet, looking at Hanamaki.

Hanamaki’s legs were now away from the wall, tucked close to him as he clutches his stomach, his body shaking with silent laughter. Oikawa blinks as a fond smile spreads across his face, watching as Hanamaki tries to contain his laughter.

He was surprised Matsukawa could sleep through this noise. (Iwaizumi slept like a rock; so it was no surprise that he could sleep through this.)

After containing his laughter, Hanamaki stretches out on the carpet, eyes turning to look at Oikawa. “Holy shit,” He breathes, another laugh bubbling out of his lips, “He made your nose bleed.”

Oikawa sputters in surprise, bringing a hand up to his nose. When he pulls away his hand, he finds that, indeed, his nose was bleeding.

“Holy shit,” He mumbles, looking up to stare at Hanamaki. Within moments they’re both wheezing in laughter, their voices echoing around the bedroom.

Dean is smart. And Sam has always been jealous of how he remembers the strangest details at the best times.

So when he finally kisses Dean at age 30, he’s still surprised when his brother falls into a memory from when they were kids. Joking around and waiting for their father on a case.

“I remember how you looked straight into my eyes when you were 6 and told me you’d kiss me one day. That we’d have what that couple had that we’d passed working a case with a wedding. I’d explained why people get married, the care and trust. And you’d said you wanted to marry me, because you trusted me more than anyone else. ” Dean smiles, looking at his brother with a look of amusement. “Guess you were telling the truth. ”

Sam hits him, telling him to shut up and quit being such a jerk.

Dean chuckles, pulling him back into another kiss.

i keep seeing people hating on Caitlin for no reason yeah i agree she did wrong by hidding the stone but what else she would have done huh? no one of her so called friends helps her nor cares about her, she is so damn afraid of her powers and they keeps on asking her to use them without caring about her and they saw a future where she will turn killer frost and what they all did oh nothing? so for once she thought about herself and even then she wasn’t totally selfish she wants to get rid of her powers because she don’t want to hurt others, don’t want to hurt her friends, so i don’t see how this is even *selfish*, even her hiding the stone actually helped the team in the end she was indirectly stopping savitar from coming out of the speedforce,she was so afraid and had no one so she did what she thought was right what she thought would keep the team safe,would keep everyone safe.

Caitlin Snow is the most selfless person ever, she always helps others without her team would be dead by now,she lost so much and never asked for anything she always stayed by their side,all she always want is to keep her friends safe caitlin snow deserves the world and all of the happiness and friends who cares about her.