all h o r r i b l e

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home,” he whispered, needing to hear it aloud. it was a f o r e i g n concept to him, an i m p o s s i b l e dream. it was f r i g h t e n i n g and wonderful all at once, and it set his heart r a c i n g so fast he thought it’d drum out of his chest. 

“welcome home, neil.”

a list of moments™ in musical theatre

-STAYYYYYY LITTLE VALLLLLENTIIIINE STAYYYYYYYYY and then the pause and the sudden decrescendo into “each day is valentine’s dayyyyy”
-ITS FROM JAPAAAAAAAAN and everything about that song
-all of “raise a little hell” and “this world will remember us” and everything about laura osnes and jeremy jordan
-the acapella part in “two by two” when they’re all clapping and some people are echoing and its just Pretty
-the harmonies on “moonlight swiiiiims”
-dum da da dum da da dum da da dum da da DUM DA DA DUM DA DA DUM DA DA DUM DA M A C A V I T Y M A C A V I T Y
-the dirty bum bum bum bum the dirty bum bum bum bum bum HE HAD IT COMIN
-and i dug deep down to the bottom of my soul…and cried…'cause…i…felt…N O T H I N G
-will i ever make a sound………………ON THE OUTSIDE ALWAYS LOOKING IN and the lights change and then you burst into sobs
-YOU ARE NOT ALONE (YOU ARE NOT ALONE) YOU ARE NOT ALONE (YOU ARE NOT ALONE) YOU ARE NOT YOU ARE NOT ALONE (YOU ARE NOT ALONE)…even when the dark comes crashing through when you need a friend to carry you and when you’re b r o k e n o n t h e g r o u n d…………Y O U W I L L B E F O U N D
-do you KNOWWWW how great my life is
-and your keys OH OH OH OH your ring of keeeeeeeyyyys
-FAAAME (I’M GONNA LIVE FOREVERRRR)
-TURN BACK OH MANNNNNNN BA DA DA DUM B O W !!!!
-literally all of grease the musical
-or if i were a bell i’d go DING DONG DING DONG DINGGGGGG
-evERYthing’s comING up roSES and daFFOdils
-OHHHH MAMA WELCOME TO THE SIXTIIIIES
-in new york you can JUST YOU WAIT in new york you can JUST YOU WAIT in new york you can be a new man IN NEW YORK NEW YORK JUST YOU WAIT
-the entirety of satisfied
-we won we won WE WON W E W O N
-if you stand for nothing burr what’ll you fall for …. i wanna be in the room where it happens the room where it happens……………and then the rest of that song from that point on
-its my candy store its my candy (mezzo harmony) its my candy store its my candy (soprano harmony) its my candy store its my candy STOOOOOORE WOAH OH WOAH
-YEAHHHHHH FULL STEAM AHEADDDD TAKE THIS DEAD GIRL WALKINNNNNG
-SEEEEEE YOU AROUNNNND (WHY-OHHHHH) AROUNNNNNNNND (WHY-OHHHHHHHHH) WOAHHHHHHHHH WOAH WOAH OH OHHHHH I’LL BE DOWNTOWNNNNN
-into the woods !!!! into the woods !!!! yes into the woods and out of the woods and HOME BEFORE DARK
-everybody say yeaheeeeyeah (yeaheeeyeah)
-i am so much better ……… THAN BEFORRRRRRRRRRRE
-who am i ….. TWO FOUR SIX OH ONNNNNE
-REDDDD THE BLOOD OF ANGRY MENNNNN
-every day a little deaaaaaaaaaath (and then they hold the note for a million years and its heartbreaking)
-WE ARE REVOLTING CHILDREN LIVING IN REVOLTING TIMES
-and andrey isn’t here……………(massive door slam)………………RAZ DAV TRI (the whole room lights up and you’re sobbing) AND THIS IS ALL IN YOUR PROGRAM
-the harmonies on the second AND THIS IS ALL IN YOUR PROGRAM
-i pity you i pity me i pity you AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
-all of no one else because denée benton is a princess
-dollllllokhovvvv the assassinnnn
-its alright natasha … i’m heeeeerrrre … so neeeeaaar …
-IS THIS HOW I DIE (extreme jazz™ plays)
-my brother is quite madly in love ………. he is quite madly in love with YOU my deeeeeeaaaaarrrr yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah ohhhh OHHHHHHHHH OH HOW SHE BLUSHES HOW SHE BLUSHES
-amber gray in general
-I W I L L L O V E Y O U A N A T O L E
-natalie natalie natalie i must love you or die NATALIE NATALIE NATALIE
-remember me to s t e s h k a THERE GOODBYE GOODBYE GOODBYE
-AND THE WORLD WILL KNOW
-THERES CHANGE COMIN ONCE AND FOR ALLLL
-I’M ALIVE I’M ALIVE I AM SO ALIVE
-and i’ll be happily happy yes happily happy and thoroughly SATISFIIIIIIIED
-the phantom’s theme
-ooooh oooooooooh ooh ooh JOIN US LEAVE YOUR FIELD TO FLOWER
-all of the Pulizter Prize winning musical Rent™
-LETS DO THE TIME WARP AGAINNN
-i c e c r e a m … he bought me i c e c r e a m …vanilla i c e c r e a m … IMAGINE THAAAAT
-THE HILLS ARE ALIIIIIIVE
-every single song in spring awakening what a jam™
-SUNDAY IN THE PARK WITH GEORRRRRRRRRGE
-if i could concentrate…………I’D BE IN THE FOLLIES
-FREELY FLOWS THE BLOOD OF THOSE WHO M O R A L I Z E
-play it coooooooooool boy
-defying gravity as a whole
-FIYERRRRRRROOOOOOO
-ease on down ease on down the roooooaaaaad

Psychic: *reads my mind*

My mind: take the bullets out your gun WHAT the bullets out your gun WHAT we move undercover and we move as one through the NIGHT we ONE SHOT to LIVE ANOTHER DAY we cannOT let a stray gunsHOT GIVE US AWAY we will fight up close seize the moment and stay in it it’s either that or meet the business END of a bayonET the code word is rochambeau dig me R O C H A M B E A U you have your orders now go man go and SO THE AMerican experiment beGINS with my FRIENDS all scattered to the WINDS laurens is in SOUTH CAROLINA redefining bravery WE'LL👏NEVER👏BE👏FREE👏UNTIL👏WE👏END👏SLAVERY👏 when we finally Drive the British away LAFAYETTE is there waiting in CHESAPEAKE BAY how did we know that this plan would work? we had a spy on the inside that’s right H E R C U L E S M U L L I G A N a tailor spyin on the British government I take their MEASUREMENTS, INFORMATION and then I smuggle it UP to my brother’s revolutionary covenant I’m running with the sons of libERTY and I am LOVIN IT oOh-OOOH!

Psychic: what the fuck

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Neil thought about Renee’s b r u i s e d  k n u c k l e s, Dan’s f i e r c e  s p i r i t, and Allison h o l d i n g  h e r  g r o u n d on the court a week after Seth’s death.
He felt compelled to say, “Some of the strongest people I’ve known are women.”

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This is your heart, and you should never let it rule your head…I’ve always assumed that love is a dangerous disadvantage. Thank you, for the final proof.

T H E   F I N A L   P R O O F   v s .   T H E   F I N A L   P R O B L E M

You didn’t win, you lost. Look what you did to her, look what you did to yourself, all those complicated little emotions, I lost count. Emotional context, Sherlock. It destroys you every time.

OITNB Season 5 spoilers !! Don't read if you haven't finished the season yet

Okay, I just have to make this post to get it all out of my system.

First thing, I wanna talk about Bailey going to visit Poussey’s father. This is after he’s cried for help from his parents, two of the old guards, and even attempting to turn himself in and kill himself. This guy is all kinds of fucked up from what he did. I cannot stress enough how upset I was while watching the episode that Poussey died in. She was great, but so is Bailey. The poor guy was 21 years old, under trained, in the midst of a protest going ary. He was just trying to hold her down cause that’s what he was supposed to do but he was also getting punched like crazy by Suzanne. So he unintentionally was putting more and more pressure on Poussey while trying to face Suzanne to block her fists. Should he have tried to stand up and deal with Suzanne full on? Yes, there are many things he could have done differently. But never the less, it WAS an accident and clearly from all the aforementioned things he feels H O R R I B L E about it. Now, back to my initial point of wanting to talk about him visiting Poussey’s father. I understand his reasoning behind going there AND I also understand the way the father reacted. I know that if I had a daughter and I was looking in the eyes of the man that looking in the eyes of the man that killed her, I wouldn’t wanna hear a single word he had to say. But my god.. the look of UTTER devastation on Bailey’s face as the door was being closed on him.. I wanted to hug him so god damn badly. Should he be charged in some way for what happened? Absolutely, fact of the matter is despite it being a total accident he DID kill someone.

Second thing, Piscatella. I know that he doesn’t like Red, she hasn’t exactly been polite to him. And I don’t agree with the homophobic slurs she used against him throughout his time of being a part of the show. But holy fuck, what he did to her in episode 10? That was some SERIOUSLY fucking twisted ass shit. I’m all about horror films, gore, and so on. I can take that. But maybe it’s cause I’ve had a long time to see Red as a person idfk but it got me feeling NAUSEOUS. That was so over the top I needed to take a breather to cuddle my cat and watch a little bit of Family Guy so I could calm down. Like I seriously don’t understand what exactly his problem was with Red that caused him to feel justified in doing anything remotely close to that. What I felt would have been reasonable was getting her sent to max. But Jesus… I can’t really say I’m GLAD he died. Cause the fact is after everything he did decide to peacefully walk out of that room. But he was a fucking monster.

And here I am scrolling a moment ago through the oitnb season 5 tag on here and NO ONE is talking about it. 90% of the posts are about fuckin Flaritza. Claiming how iconic they are and how heartbroken they feel that they got separated at the end. They’re two of the most vapid girls I’ve ever seen in my life. They give absolutely no fucks about anyone but themselves. Only getting upset about things when it directly affects them. Fuck that

This show got me feelin some kind of way, and idk where they’re going next with it. But damn, I’m gonna NEED this year till the next season to recover

G R E E N  L I G H T is for the sacrificial party-goer, with neon in their veins and recklessness on their lips they surrender to the noise, heart/drum beat in time, with mascara smudged and fishnets already ripped, they are a chaotic twirling beacon of hope, pulsing with the glow that comes from transcending human emotion. here there is no pain, here is where the party begins.

S O B E R is the national anthem of a lost kingdom ruled by girls with confetti crowns and boys with lipstick smeared cheekbones, where it’s always midnight and laughter cracks like thunder, it’s chipped nail varnish and singing along to a song you’ve never heard, lit fireworks crackling in your ribcage and bathroom floors, the smell of tarmac and city lights blurring into blinding light and the closest you ever get to religion

H O M E M A D E  D Y N A M I T E  is for the revolutionaries, with glitter like war paint and leather battle gear, it’s someone else’s drink in your hair and on your lips, shooting stars and smoke on the horizon, its a mouth overflowing with unforgiving teeth and a girl who sways like a bonfire, anger to the point of apathy and laughing until you cry, throwing your arms wide and screaming at the stars to swallow you whole

T H E  L O U V R E  is a handful of blurry polaroids from a pink summer when you thought the sky stretched on forever, crumpled bed sheets and kitchen counters at 2am, it is drowning in a sea of strangers without putting up a fight, the rotting smell of dying flowers and handwritten love letters, the sound of violin and cracked stained glass panels, it is the golden artificial glow of a naked lightbulb and hands stitched into your hair, white on white on white and watercolour nostalgia in three shades of lilac

L I A B I L I T Y is like a bird with broken wings, staying awake until the sun starts to rise, all pale skies and the ground damp with dew, it’s the drop of your stomach just before a fall, thin cotton against your skin and warm hazy hours of almost-sleep that seep together into evenings in flickering television light, scratched records listened to anyway, and the ritualistic waltz of everyday life, beating on with or without you

H A R D  F E E L I N G S is an abandoned house, with the table still laid for a breakfast, the key in the lock, the portrait of two people immortally framed in a perfectly symmetrical pattern of every day objects and  L O V E L E S S is the bubblegum perfume spritz spirit who lives there, between her books and half-finished poetry and his now cold cup of coffee, dancing alone in the hallway, lips like petals and heart like marble

S O B E R I I ( M E L O D R A M A ) happens behind the closed doors of the church, exposed necks like altars, hips like pews, hundreds of sparkling stained glass eyes and teeth like tombstones, a whole generation brought to its knees with the weight of its future, its the vibration of discordant piano, the glint on rubies on necks, the promise of something bigger than all of this, a fleeting taste of forever 

W R I T E R  I N  T H E  D A R K  is the roses growing up a building, vines curling into stone, playing god for one moment, a full deck of tarot cards, inky starless skies and the inability to let go, it is the process of prying yourself apart from a lover, tearing skin from skin, rearranging bones, the interlocked cages of your ribs and his, it is performance with no audience, it’s ‘i can’t live without you’ and ‘but i will, i will, will’

S U P E R C U T is dangling your feet into nostalgia, the whole world through rose-tinted sunglasses or a camera lens and the sky melting into itself in reds and pinks and oranges - as if the horizon were on fire, its 5am rooftop conversations and scuffed trainers on dashboards and long train rides, tall grass and flavoured lipgloss, it’s seeing their face in every crowd, echoes of their voice in every song, swimming in your clothes and dripping wet hair, it is collecting every beautiful moment and decorating your mind with them until you can’t move in there, like a room full of antiques

L I A B I L I T Y  ( R E P R I S E ) is a turning point, a certain sunrise, a certain car ride, life in a beautiful light, it’s the moment you realise you are not a sad story, it is years ahead of you still unwritten, smiles on lips of people you haven’t even met yet, it is harmonies and abstract paintings with slashes of colour in the black and the crescendo of birdsong, it is glittering dustmotes in sunlight and watching the city from far away, it’s not today, but it is soon, a sunlight soaked summer afternoon years from now when all of this seems so small

P E R F E C T  P L A C E S is where time stands still, is how we keep the morning at bay, it’s an almost evangelic escapism, shedding skins like clothes, spilling feelings like drinks, it is a moment of quiet found between the clouds, it is the bass in the base of your spine, it’s terrifying and temporary and fragile and beautiful because it can never last, it’s the birth of a new world, it’s worship of potential, it is running, running, running into that sunrise with arms and eyes open wide

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                                           E D G A R   A L L A N   P O E
                           B L A C K   C A T   I N   T H E   R U E   M O R G U E

                                       B U N G O U   S T R A Y   D O G S

To the “Joshler” haters:

Since a lot of friends, artists and writers in general get TON OF SHIT for drawing or writing about the “Joshler” concept (resulting in, basically, censorship):

Can you just stop being a wuss over a ship we all know it’s not real (breaking news: like 99% of the other ships on the internet)? Here’s a life changing tip: let people fantasize to whatever the fuck they want. Don’t you have something more IMPORTANT and CONCRETE to fight? Even your fucking idols joke about it, g r o w  u p  a n d  d o  s o m e t h i n g  m o r e  m e a n i n g f u l  t h a n  b e i n g  u n n e c e s s a r i l y  a n g r y  (and that’s a whole new level of being a dumb child) at people’s fantasies.

ps. Jenna probably laughs at how triggered you are over her husband.



pps. you can apply this ^^^ to basically every “ship”.

c y p h e r

✔ ━ smut
♡ ━ fluff
☽ ━ angst
✖ ━ gore

faq | recs | twice masterlist | ao3 | license


S E R I E S

  THE COLOR GREEN | taegi [0/?]

90s / art college / roommates au  ☽  (coming soon)

  MESSAGE DELIVERED | jeongguk x reader [2/?]

punk band au ☽ ✔ 


O N E S H O T S

➸  LENDING HEARTS | taehyung x reader

best friends au  ☽ ✔  (coming soon)

SUNDAYS | yoongi x reader 

pre debut au  ✔ ☽  (coming soon)

KAIROS | taehyung x reader

married au  ♡ ✔ ☽  (coming soon)

➸ UNDER THE SAME SUN | jimin x reader

soulmate au  ☽ ✔ ✖ (coming soon)


D R A B B L E S

(kind of empty still but yeah this is prep for how the m.list is gonna look lol)

all drabbles 

by member: 

↳ seokjin / yoongi / namjoon / hoseok / jimin / taehyung / jeongguk

by genre: 

smut ✔  /  fluff ♡  /  angst ☽  /  gore ✖ 

{M A S T E R L I S T}

{R E M U S  L U P I N} 

A short drabble in which Remus reminisces on Sirius for a while…

Dating would include….

Safe-keeping…

#4, Requested…

#10, Requested…

{J A M E S  P O T T E R} 

Dating would include…

A perfect day…  

Little bird…

Holiday, Part 2 in progress…

The happiest days…

{S I R I U S  B L A C K} 

Dating would include…

Three meters…

Where you settle…

#5, Requested…

Good Friends, Part.2, Part.3 in progress…

Leaving Home, Requested…

Hallway Liaisons…

Lunar, Requested…

Sunday, Requested…

Crimson, Requested…

Gemini, Requested…

Worth it All, Requested…


Numbers refer to the prompt list right here and requests open!


{A E S T H E T I C S} 

Slytherin;  Hufflepuff;  Gryffindor;  Ravenclaw;  

the Marauders;  

James Potter;  Lily Evans;  Sirius Black;  Remus Lupin + Loving Remus Lupin; Marlene McKinnon;

Luna Lovegood; Loving Harry Potter;  Pansy Parkinson;

Let’s be lovers.

May we shout
the n a s t i e s t names,

Make the best
e x c u s e s,

Brew the most poisonous
j e a l o u s y,

Breed our
s e l f i s h n e s s,

Bring our
w o r s t,

Compete for the most agonized
v i c t i m,

Throw all sarcastic
j o k e s,

Stab each other’s back with various
s h a r p o b j e c t s,

Drink each other’s
b l o o d and t e a r s,

Mourn for each other’s
d e a t h–

c o u n t l e s s times,

yet
still
be
m a d l y
in
love


afterwards.