Burning-At-Both-Ends

stranger things kids as john mulaney quotes

Eleven: “Excuse me, I’m new in town and it gets worse.”

Will: “I have had a very long day. I am very small. And I have no money. So you can imagine the kind of stress that I am under.”

Mike: “’Cause you know how you lie to your parents?”

Lucas: “I also don’t want me to be doing what I’m doing.”

Dustin: “They’re like, ‘Does that work?’ I’m like, ‘It didn’t NOT work.’”

Max: “Sometimes, babies will point at me. And I don’t care for that shit at all.” 

Steve: “Part of me was like, whatever, you know, you know those days when you’re like this might as well happen? Our life is already so goddamn weird.”

Nancy: ♫ And life is a fucking nightmare ♫

Jonathan: “When I’m walking down the street, no one’s ever like, ‘Hey look at that man.’ I think they’re just like, ‘Whoa, that tall child looks terrible! Get some rest, tall child! You can’t keep burning the candle at both ends!’”

Billy: “Well… you know how I’m filled with rage? I’m so horny and angry all the time and I have no outlet for it. So… eggs.” 

(BONUS ADULTS)

Joyce: “I think Emily Dickinson’s a lesbian.”

Hopper: “It is 100% easier not to do things than to do them.”

Bob: “I look like I was just sitting in a room in a chair eating Saltines for like 28 years and then I walked right out here.”

the raven cycle as john mulaney quotes
  • blue: i think emily dickinson is a lesbian
  • gansey: i listen to everything my girlfriend says. i don't mean she bosses me around. i just listen to everything she says because, before i had a girlfriend, i never had someone who's always standing next to me who can just point out obvious things that are happening.
  • adam: i dont look older, i just look worse i think. honestly, when im walking down the street no ones every like "hey! look at that man!" i think theyre just like "woah, that tall child looks terrible! get some rest, tall child! you cant keep burning the candle at both ends!"
  • ronan: ill keep all my emotions right here and then one day ill die
  • noah: i am very small, and i have no money. so you can imagine the kind of stress that i am under
  • henry: i guess someone said something like "something something police." and in a brilliant moment of word association i yelled “fuck da police!” and everyone else joined in. a hundred drunk white children yelling fuck da police
I wonder why each little bird has a someone to sing to

i got a few requests for a companion piece to the gifts of beauty and song, my retold sleeping beauty fairytale, so here you go

so maleficent is the good fairy here, right, and the three fairies are the bad ones, so like fae do they each appear to be what they’re not. and aurora, given fae gifts and raised by fae, is nearly fae herself. maleficent knows that only an elf could hope to sway a fae heart, because elves are impervious to their glamour. maleficent kidnaps the young prince philip, and brings him to the elven realm. she tries to bargain a prince for a prince, but the king is unswayed. a human prince, he declared, is only worth an elvish servant, so that’s what she gets.

maleficent takes the servant and puts him in philip’s place, gives him that name, and watches as the servant elf is made a prince among mortals, watches as he eventually captures aurora’s heart, and saves her from her living death. watches as the elf servant turned prince becomes a king, as the almost-fae princess aurora becomes queen, and their two kingdoms become one and they rule the land of men together.

this, of course, begs the question – what happens to our dear human philip?

he is not the first child that has been bargained away to the elves, and elf queen thalia settles the young boy on her hip and raises an eyebrow at her husband, waiting. the child awakens by degrees, until he’s clutching her neck and blinking at the gathered elves. thalia is only grateful that he hasn’t started screaming, like so many of his kind do.

normally the children that are bargained to them are put to work in the castle, where they’re safe, where their clumsiness and their ignorance and their mistakes will be glossed over, where she and the king will ensure they will be politely ignored rather than harassed. they’ve lost a servant boy, and so she’s sure a servant boy is what this young human is meant to become.

except a woman of the court steps forward, and she’s old, old enough that it shows, that her curly hair has gone silver and wrinkles are etched deep in her face. lady ember is older than the forests they reside in, is older than her grandmother, than her great grandmother. everyone’s lost track of her exact age, but she’s the oldest elf in village. thalia likes her – she and lady ember have skin of the same dark shade. thalia hopes that if she is to live long enough, she and lady ember would look alike.

“i would like the child,” she says, eyes like amber, and for the moment she appears younger than she ever has. there’s something eager in her, and it brings a life to her that thalia hasn’t seen in a long time.

thalia looks to her husband, and king celedor gives a minuscule twitch to his lip which is an equivalent to a shrug. she sets the young human on the ground, and ember holds out a single hand. the child looks behind him, then in front him, and takes cautious steps forward. he steps until he can take her hand, his own looking small and pale in hers. “it’s been a long time since i was able raise a child,” ember says, “i would like to do so again. will you come home with me?”

and thalia understands. elf children take many hundreds of year to mature, and ember would not risk dying on a child before it could take care of itself. but humans are candles that burn at both ends – hot, and fast. within a decade or two the child in front of them will be able to survive on his own, will not need lady ember to coddle him for centuries.

he nods, and finally opens his mouth to say, “i am philip.”

“hello philip,” lady ember smiles, “i am lady ember of the mother tree. now you are lord philip of the ember tree.”

they are elves. they don’t do something as gauche as gasp, but the sentiment comes out just the same. celedor’s mouth drops open a millimeter and thalia’s right index finger twitches. raise a human child like a beloved pet they could all understand – but to adopt one, to truly adopt one that she’d just met and didn’t know and bequeath to him the estate and title the noble name of the mother tree?

lady ember leads her new son away, and the gathered elves can do nothing but stare.

~

prince elion – eli, to everyone who doesn’t want the prince of the elves nursing a personal grudge against them – comes home in the dead of night, when he can slip past the guards and the fawning people on the street and sneak into the royal quarters.

“mother,” he greets as he enters the library. his father sleeps early, but his mother doesn’t go to bed until nearly dawn. he kneels by her side, and she runs a hand through his hair, tugging the leather tie off when it gets in her way. his mass of dark curly hair tumbles around his head, and as he shakes it out leaves other debris fall out. thalia sighs, but doesn’t remark on it.

“your hunt went well?” she asks, although she knows the answer. eli is one of the best hunters in the kingdom, and his hunting parties – comprised of the strongest and best among the noble families – are notoriously profitable.

he grins, teeth extra white against his skin, “of course, mother. did anything interesting happen while i was away?”

“the faerie maleficent came and bargained away a human prince,” she says, “she wanted you in return. your father gave her a servant boy instead.”

eli laughs, too loud and boisterous, in a way he would never allow himself to laugh around his father or his subjects.

~

philip thinks perhaps he should be screaming, or crying, or causing some sort of fuss about this new life and this old woman who insists she’s his mother now. but he’s never had a mother before, and this new place is beautiful. they live in palace carved out of an enormous tree – the mother tree that their name comes from – and philip is given a lot more freedom as an elf lordling than he was as a prince.

he hopes the boy who took his place is nice to his father, and doesn’t mind long evenings with only the servants for company. being a prince can be very lonely. he knows from experience.

ember gives him rooms and toys, but warns him that he has a lot of work ahead of him. as a human, he’s at a severe disadvantage here at the elf court. elves are faster than humans, stronger and smarter and wiser. “it sounds to me,” philip says, “that maybe they’re just older. if i had hundreds of years, I could be all those things too.” ember’s eyes crinkle at the corners when she smiles, and he returns it.

philip knows hard work. he was set to rule a whole nation, was set to lead whole armies. he knows training and learning and patience. learning to become an elf lord seems like it will be a lot easier than being a human king.

lady ember and her servants are harsh, but fair. in their home, in the mother tree, he is a pampered lord. out of it, however – he acquires many scars from training, from falling and failing. ember and her staff run him ragged into the ground, because he must be able to keep up with elves.

they have hundreds and hundreds of years to practice, to become strong and smart and fast. philip doesn’t have that long, so his mother forces him to do more, train harder, learn faster than would be expected of any elf.

so he learns. the first time he beats his trainer at an archery competition, he feels a swell of pride like nothing he’s felt before. as he inches his way to the level of his teachers, and then surpasses them, the feeling stays.

they’ve always been kind to him. but as his skill grows, they come to respect him, and that’s far more valuable.

~

eli hears of the human that lady ember of the mother tree took as her own – of course he does, it’s all anyone can talk about. but he doesn’t actually get a chance to see the boy, because lady ember keeps him safe on her lands, in her tree that none of them dare trespass on. so he assumes, like many, that she keeps him coddled and safe, away from those who would seek him harm, away from a world that would seek him harm.

then, two decades from when she gave young philip her name, lady ember finds him at court. she tilts her head, and he bows. he may be higher in rank, but he was raised to respect his elders, and lady ember is certainly that. “prince eli,” she says, “your next hunt is coming up, isn’t it?”

“yes, my lady,” he answers, wondering if she has a request. he doesn’t mind tracking down a certain type of meat or pelt for her – he likes the challenge, and likes lady ember.

she smiles at him, and for some reason he feels as if he’s staring into the jaws of a dragon. “excellent. might my son join you? he grows bored of hunting on his own.”

the last thing in the world eli wants to do is keep an eye on a bumbling, spoiled human. but this human is also the lord of the mother tree, and he can think of no response that wouldn’t bring his mother’s wrath down on his head. “of course, lady ember.”

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side effects of going solo:

  • having to be the cute one
  • having to also be the sulky one. but its hard, because you’re also the cute one and there’s nothing really cute about being sulky.
  • having to be the dangerous one. but that’s hard, because you’re already cute and sulky and people aren’t really scared of sad little cutie pies.
  • having to be the talented one. but all this time you’ve spent trying to balance cute, sulky, and dangerous has really eaten up your schedule, and well - it makes it hard to refine your talents.
  • having to be the fun one. but you’ve kind of been burning the candle at both ends being cute, sulky, dangerous and talented, so let’s face it - you’re not necessarily a joy to be around.
  • getting to take up the entire album cover with just a picture of you in a bubble bath, which is something you’ve been pitching unsuccessfully to the band for years.

side effects of being secretly good at juggling:

  • waiting patiently for someone to mention juggling in a conversation
  • no one ever mentions juggling
  • starting a solo career to increase your media exposure for the sole purpose of increasing the odds that someone will ask you about juggling
  • still nothing. all they ever want to talk about is your music and your love life. dammit.
  • wishing with your entire heart that a crowd of people would somehow start yelling for you to juggle
  • juggling
midnight sagittarius confessions

sometimes my cheeks are sore from forcing a smile like i dont know any different than burning the candle from both ends, never stopping but running on something empty. if i dont have something to look forward to the future doesnt exist and the present seems not bothering with. i have an appetite for life but thats what drains me the most, i dont know what i am searching for or seeking or how i will know when i find it, my satisfaction wears off so quickly, i wish a place or person or something would just complete me 

A quick Clexa AU fic list as requested by anon

This is rather chaotic as I’ve put it together real quick and I’ve plenty favorites - I might add more as I remember or as I go through my reading (some are finished, some are on-going). For now though …

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it hurts until it doesn’t pt. 1

Pairing: Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 5.5k

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

part 1 part 2

You could feel your phone start to vibrate deep in the pocket of your coat as you fumbled with your keys and trying to balance your grocery bags in your hands. “Fuck.” You mumbled as the sounds of a bag ripping echoes through the hallway. By the time you managed to save your bananas and unlock your front door your phone had stopped.

The game of phone tag had been going on since Yoongi left for his work trip the week before and you hoped that when you called him back that he would still be on the other line. But your heart sank when the line kept ringing, only to have him pick up at the last second.

“Hey babe.” He said flatly. The syllables running off his tongue as if his thoughts were on autopilot.

You sank down in your chair, preparing for another conversation where neither of you actually say how you’re really feeling. Speaking in empty words to continue to pretend that things were still going strong between the two of you. “How is the album coming along?” You asked as you always do when Yoongi is away for work.

Yoongi sighed through the line and you could almost see him running his fingers through his messy hair, “The album is done. I’m just wrapping up the last of the mixing. I’m catching a flight home tomorrow”

Even through all the awkwardness your heart still skipped a beat at the mention of the word home. “Do you want me to pick you up?” You asked, trying to mask the hopefulness in your voice.

He paused, and you held your breath hoping that maybe he would have changed his mind, “No, it’s okay. My flight won’t be getting in until late and I don’t want you to have to take the train by yourself. I’ll just catch a cab home”

You couldn’t remember the last time he let you pick him up from the airport. You remembered how your heart used to race when he would text you that he landed. Even if Yoongi was only gone for a few days seeing him come down the escalators was enough to send your heart into a tailspin, “Oh, okay. Will you let me know when you’ve boarded and when you get in? Just to make sure you’re safe”

Yoongi’s yawn echoed through the phone, “I will. But I should get back to work. I love you”

“I love you too” were the only words that escaped your lips before the line on the other end went dead.

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Kim Junmyeon//Flammable

Summary: Junmyeon was your wild first love, the one that left you both in pieces when it burned out - and now he’s just walked in as part of the most important business deal of your career.
Scenario: honestly I’m not really sure what this is
Word Count: 2,697

A/N: So this is my very first collab ever and it’s with @universitykpop! So I created a moodboard and without discussing it, we both set to writing a fic based around it, and I’m really excited about it! Here is Mel’s!

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tiredness/sleep related sentence starters

1. “You look tired.” 

2. “I’m so tired.” 

3. “I haven’t slept in days.” 

4. “I’m so exhausted, but I can’t sleep.” 

5. “Maybe you should go take a nap?” 

6. “What does a person have to do to get a little sleep around here?” 

7. “You need to sleep.” 

8. “Why am I so tired? I get plenty of sleep.” 

9. “I can’t sleep until I finish this project.” 

10. “Maybe you wouldn’t be so tired if you didn’t burn the candle at both ends.” 

11. “You can’t fool me. I see the rings under your eyes, and the way you yawn. You’re exhausted.” 

12. “I want to take a nap, but I just can’t sleep during the day.” 

13. “Here, try this. Maybe it’ll help you sleep.”   

14. “It’s late. Why aren’t you asleep?” 

15. “Don’t fall asleep.” 

16. “Are you tired? I’m tired.” 

17. “I told you, I’m not tired.” 

18. “Did I fall asleep?” 

19. “Why are you sleeping in/out/up/down here, instead of in your bed?” 

20. “You passed out from exhaustion.”  

Night Walks - Part 1

Summary: You like to take late night walks to de-stress, you meeet a stranger named Bucky who does the same.

Prompt(s): Okay I’m combining two: pandarosita: 93 and 94… but Reader being upset rather than Bucky? and an anon request for 64.

93.“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
94. “I had a bad dream again.”
Bonus: 64 “Here, take my blanket.”

Warnings: angsty reader

Word Count: 3093

Author’s Note: Ah fuck. I sort of hate this but I just need to post it to get it out of my head, so here you go. Enjoy the angst. I’ll post part 2 tonight when I get to my next hotel. 

Side note, please do not interpret this as me advising taking careless late night walks. Be safe, know your surroundings if you must.

Originally posted by sssmcdlove


You’d always been a night owl, preferring the quiet dark when everyone was asleep over the busy days in too small a home with too many people. You liked the calm stillness that fell at night when everything finally just… stopped.

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Simple Guide: How To Read Palms

For insight into your work life and how you present yourself to the world, focus on your dominant hand. To examine personal relationships, dreams, and emotional struggles, look at the other hand. Having trouble making out the lines? Cup your hand slightly under a bright lamp. Keep in mind: According to hand analysts, a less prominent line reflects an area of life that may need work, while a deeper one signals that the characteristic related to that line is strong and fully developed.

1. The Life Line

Contrary to popular belief, the life line does not show how long someone is going to live. Instead, it tells you about your subject’s quality of life. A long, deep life line is a sign that things are good: you have health and energy. A short, deep line means the subject has the ability to overcome physical problems. A faint life line suggests a lack of energy and adventure, while a complete absence of a life line suggests that the subject is struggling with anxiety.

Breaks in the life line are indicative of past traumas or major losses. A moderate amount of breaks could be a sign of someone “burning the candle at both ends.” In this case, it’s a good idea to actively seek better rest at night and pay more attention to your self care.

2. The Head Line

The head line, which stretches across the palm diagonally, indicates a subject’s psychological makeup, intellectual development, and intuitive abilities. Packard explains that a long head line that stretches across the palm can be an indicator that one thinks too much about things, overanalyzing problems again and again, while a short head line(stopping at the center of the palm) suggests that one is a quick thinker who doesn’t hesitate. 

A short head line can indicate that one moves too quickly, making decisions without fully sorting out their implications. A curved headline is a sign that someone is romantic, creative, idealistic, and tending to trust in intuition. A broken head line, in contrast, suggests one is suffering from nervousness and mental exhaustion.

3. The Heart Line

Crossing above the head line, the heart line gives insight into a subject’s emotions. A long, straight heart line indicates that someone is a rational and considerate person; a long heart line that arcs upward, in contrast, suggests that a person is openly and unapologetically driven by his or her passions and desires.

 A short, straight heart line suggests that someone isn’t particularly driven by thoughts of romance, and that a short line running parallel to the head line is a marker of emotional stability. A curve, or lack of curve, in the heart line makes all the difference,  curvy line people are those that outwardly express their emotions easily, and are willing to initiate those heart to heart discussions. The folks with a straight line are more comfortable working things out in their own mind on their own time.

4. Fate Line

The fate line is tied to one’s life path, an indication of obstacles that may be faced, educational and occupational choices, accomplishments and how content an individual is with his life. The fate line also tells us about duty and responsibility. Here we can trace major events that happen through the individual’s working life.

5. The Apollo Line, or Sun Line

This line, which runs vertically down the side of the palm, is an indicator of success, a sign that someone is creative, self confident, and extremely capable of following through on a plan of action. They emphasize that lacking this line does not reflect one’s success or lack thereof (so if you don’t have one, don’t worry.)

6. The Mercury Line, Health Line, or Intuition line

The Mercury line often starts at the center of the base of the palm and works its way outward and upward toward the pinkie. It is tied to health. Winter explains that its very presence can show someone with refined communication skills, and someone who is more conscious of their health. 

If the line is broken it can be an indication of possible illness or those illnesses that have come and gone.

You’re hanging around here trying to make yourself invisible behind that fragile little fuck up routine. But you can’t. You’re anything but invisible. You’re big. And you’re sort of this really great mess, a candle burning at both ends.

Birdman (2014)
dir.
Alejandro G. Iñárritu