1. Take on me - a-ha

2. Everybody Wants to Rule the World- Tears for Fears

3. Subdivisions- Rush

4. Your Love- The Outfield

5. Misunderstanding - Genesis

6. Rock with You- Micheal Jackson

7. Madrigal - Rush

8. The Burning Down- King’s X

9. Jump- Van Halen

10. We Close Our Eyes- Oingo Boingo

11. The Last Unicorn- America

12. Wish You Were Here- Pink Floyd

(Official tracklist via Amazon preorder list)

Your heart’s broken but your whole body hurts. Then you get into bed at night, thankful to be back in a safe haven under the covers where you can cry alone and not be judged for being so weak to another human being, when all of our lives we are taught to be independent. And after a silent moment in the dark, you swear that your heart is completely crushed and it just can’t hurt anymore, so you fall asleep praying to God that you don’t dream of them for another night in a row. Then you wake up the next morning with, somehow, a whole heart again but like clockwork, the cycle starts over and the pieces begin to fall.
—  Kate Dillen, Different Hearts, Same Heartbreak
Strange, and Stranger Still

Ok, so Shaggy freaked out about a ghost, and jumped into bed with Freddy, but what I don’t understand how he goes in under the covers head-first, but comes out a second later the othe-…

“i liek 2 read”


Gif source:  Elijah

Imagine having trouble sleeping, so you see if Elijah is awake and you find him reading in bed, so he lets you sleep there and you curl up next to him whilst he reads and strokes your hair and is all cute.

——— Request for anon ———

He can’t help but smile as you dive under the covers as he holds them up for you, your welcome escape from the cold hardwood beneath your bare feet, “Want me to read to you?”

You situate yourself softly against his chest, feeling his hand come to rest on the side of your head, stroking soothingly as he balances his book in his other, “What are you reading?”


In case you were wondering what my favorite song was…this is it. 

A Year To Prove You Wrong CH11

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A Year To Prove You Wrong

Chapter 11

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Caroline reached her arm out to turn the alarm off, before dragging her hand back and snuggling back under her covers. It was Monday morning, only a day since she and Stefan had last kissed, and she didn’t want to get up. She wanted to stay in bed forever, and not have to face Stefan after he broke her heart by pushing her away. She just wanted to never move until she could forget that Stefan Salvatore ever existed.

Yeah right.

Like she could seriously forget Stefan if she tried. He may have been an ass to her in the beginning but over the course of knowing him she had seen the real him and she fell in love with him. She didn’t want to think of her life without him. But she also didn’t want to imagine what their previously easy going and fun working relationship would be now.

They had kissed. Twice. And both times had taken her breath away and rocked her to her core. She had never been kissed the way that Stefan kissed her, lovingly, passionately, and with all of him. She wanted more. She wanted Stefan, she wanted to be with him, and she wanted to love him.

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Being Taehyun’s girlfriend means
  • he’s always looking at you like just when you’re doing whatever like pushing back your hair and he’ll just stare at you like you’re the most interesting thing on the planet
  • he loves it when you two can just hang out and do nothing at home like when it’s raining out and you’re both just hiding under the covers in bed that’s the perfect date for him
  • kitty cuddling is like 50% of your dates
  • usually more
  • snapchats you all the time and it’s always selfies with captions like “miss you” or “thinking about you” or “need you for cuddling” with a bunch of emojis
  • he shows you his art and loves showing you that side of himself
  • because he knows you get all excited and bright eyed and it makes him smile
  • on super cold days you turn down the lights and light a bunch of candles and take a bath together
  • and he tells you stories and secrets he doesn’t tell anyone else
  • and tells you how beautiful you are
  • “taehyun look”
  • “baby have you seen barley”
  • “taehyun i’m naked”
  • “yeah but have you seen barley”
  • “alright i’m putting my clothes back on”
  • “baRLEY”
  • “barley’s sleeping in the living room”
  • “oh okay. so you were nake–”
  • “too late. the moment’s passed”
  • likes to see your face before he goes to bed so he facetimes you and lets you talk at him and tell him about your day and he just takes you in while you’re doing it

Something awesome happened at last night’s show… During a cover of ‘Under Pressure’ by David Bowie and Queen, Disturbed’s David Draiman joined Breaking Benjamin on stage to duet the song, featuring Starset’s Ron DeChant on keyboards. A legendary tribute to two of rock’s best late stars!

pilgrim-to-rome asked:

Culinary Maxson.

arthur maxson x sole survivor anja queen; silly fluff

The sun rose over Kingsport lighthouse, shining through the slats that boarded up the gap in the ceiling. Arthur watched Anja as she slept soundly curled next to him, the light flickering over her face and shining off her hair.

She shifted in her sleep, half waking.

“Anja. Anja. Queenie…” Arthur nudged at her face with his nose. “You awake?”

“No.” She said, eyes still closed. How he could go all night and still have energy in the morning, she had no idea.

“I’m hungry,” his voice rumbled plaintively in her ear.  If someone had told her a few months ago Elder Maxson would be whining at her for breakfast like a child she would have punched them right in the throat.

She groaned and buried herself deeper under the covers. “Go make yourself something to eat.“ 

"Elder slavedriver…” she muttered into the bedsheets.

She felt the mattress lift before drifting back to sleep.

Not sure how much time had passed, she woke to the pungent smell of something burning. Still bleary, she stumbled down the steps to find her downstairs hazy with smoke. To his credit, Arthur had opened both doors and it was starting to clearing out.

She cleared her throat causing him to turn from where he was standing at the counter - wiping up…something.

“You’re awake,” he said.

She silently surveyed the room. A scorched-black can of pork n’ beans. At least it had been opened before being cooked to oblivion. She shuddered to think the mess that improvised grenade would have made. She supposed the can of purified water sitting next to it had been used to douse the charred remains. There was a bowl of what she thought might be insta-mash, but upon closer inspection looked closer to plaster. How does someone ruin insta-mash?

Opening a crate on the floor nearby, she fished out a couple boxes of potato crisps and tossed one to Arthur.

She leaned on the counter next to him, crunching. “Have you ever cooked anything before?”

“Well. No. I never really had to. I thought, how hard could it be?” he gave an embarrassed chuckle then cleared his throat. He’d never had to cook in his life. There had always been rations or a galley or something. How was he supposed to know that turning the heat up all the way didn’t just make things cook faster? And these measurements…

“Looks like I have something to teach you, then. Elder. Sir. Elder terrible cook, sir.” She smirked at him. She was right of course, but he might have to punish her for insubordination later.

“How about we start with, hrmm-” she crinkled her brow as she mulled it over a for a bit, “steak and eggs sound good?”

DanIsNotOnFire Imagine | Chicken Soup


When you’re sick.

The air was cool around you, but you were warm within the covers. Sure, life could be worse than staying in bed all day and watching YouTube videos but it’d be even better if you could breathe through both of your nostrils and your lungs weren’t trying to jump out your throat every time you fudging coughed.

To make it worse, you knew it would be bad when your boyfriend Dan got home. He had gone in to see you in the morning but you had gotten sicker throughout the day. And at least you’d been able to hide under your covers so he couldn’t see you - you were pretty certain your bed hair and morning breath weren’t the most attractive thing ever. The fact that he had to leave early to a meeting had helped him give up on the tug-of-bed-covers-war.

Now, though, he would be arriving in any minute.

“How are you doing?” Phil calls from outside the door.

“Oh you know, dying slowly. One cough at a time,” you mutter sarcastically.

“All fine then?” He asks, you can hear the smile in his voice.

“I’m alright Phil, thanks.” You say to the door.

“See Dan, she’s alright.” You can hear his voice say to presumably Dan, the instant later the door handle turns and the door is pushed lightly.

You quickly pull your covers completely over yourself and delve in deeper into your bed, almost knocking your laptop off it. You hold a fistful of sheets above your head, ready for round two of tug of war with Dan.

“What are you doing?” You yell, or try to as your voice breaks trying to pass your sore throat.

“Checking on you, Phil says Google says it’s the appropriate thing to do.” Dan’s voice comes slightly muffled by the blankets over your head.

A laugh escapes you, and you roll your eyes.

“I’m fine.” You state.

“Then why are you buried under your covers?”

“Because it’s warm here.”

“Fair enough, but please (y/n) let me take your temperature or something. Phil, what am I supposed to do?”

“Uh, I think the temperature thing is right maybe some chicken soup?”

“Chicken soup, do you want chicken soup?” You feel his hand rest on your side so you know he’s talking to you.

“I don’t think you know how to make chicken soup.” You mutter truthfully.

“She’s right Dan, you don’t know how to make chicken soup.” Phil says.

“I can try.” He says defiantly but then mutters “Probably give you food poisoning though.”

“Okay, here’s what’s going to happen.” You say loudly. “I’m going to take a quick shower, you two are going to leave and make sure we have the ingredients for soup and wait until I get out. No pizza, Chinese, instant-soup thingy but actual homemade food tonight.”

“Wow,” Dan mutters, “- you really are sick.”

“Out,” You demand.

And you hear the shuffling of feet towards the door, then the snap close of it. You throw your covers back and quickly stand up.

(No I am not going to write the process of you showering and moisturizing and shit, this isn’t a Beauty Guru’s YouTube channel.)

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Midnight Sketches

(Fred Weasley x Reader)

Everyone else in the house was asleep, but since I’d had a nightmare I was up drawing again, curled up under the covers with a wand in my hand for light. I sketched the soft eyes of Fred Weasley in my notepad, they were a slightly darker shade than his brothers. His scruffy orange hair, slightly brighter than his brothers, and the splatter of freckles across his face. I sighed, I could never quite get it right, something was always off. I made the fire slightly brighter, hoping the twins were deep enough asleep that they didn’t see it. Not that they ever had before, I’d been staying at there house for three years and they’d never woken once. Reaching out of the covers for my eraser something grabbed my hand. I squealed as the covers were pulled from over my head but a hand over my mouth cut it off.

“it’s just me, it’s Fred” he said “Lights a little brighter than usual isn’t it?”

my head snapped up to look at him as I put out my wand and shut the sketchpad.

“I didn’t know you’d ever been awake to see it” I mumbled

“I never fall asleep until you do, Y/N”

“Oh” was all I could say

“What were you drawing?”

“Nothing” I said, to fast “I was just doodling”

“I know that look” he smiled “you’re lying” he pinned my arms back with one hand and grabbed my sketchpad with the other.

“No” I said as loud as I dared “Leave it they’re terrible”

“I disagree” he laughed, then flicked to the page with his face on it. His eyes scanned the page, seeing his eyes staring back at him. He of all people could tell the differences between him and George, and he knew it was him without me even saying.

“Whats wrong” I asked, pretending I didnt know which page he was on

“It this meant to be me?” He asked

“Depends, do you like it?”

“I love it, it’s just like me, since when do you pay so much attention to me”

“Since always you fool” I said as I snatched the sketchpad back

“Oh” He said, as he leaned closer to me.

“So are you two gonna get together or just keep disturbing my sleep” George’s voice cut through the night “Because i really would like to get some sleep tonight”

“Sorry George, we’ll shut up” Me and Fred said together. And we both went back to bed as if nothing had happened. But I couldn’t sleep, my mind was spinning with George’s comment and Fred’s reaction. Does it mean Fred likes me? Was George Joking? I lay awake for an eternity thinking when my thoughts were interrupted by Fred again.

“So you…you like me?” I asked

“Depends” he replied “On your feelings for me”

“You know how I feel” I whisper, but i’m interrupted by his lips against mine.

I woke up in his arms with George standing over us.

“Finally” George smiled as he ran downstairs to tell his family

“Oh lord” Fred said “We’re never gonna hear the end of this”