all my emotions rn

I’m having one of those days where I really don’t feel like doing fandom shit or reblogging stuff, I hope I’m not the only one who gets in those moods sometimes. Like i literally could care less about Gotham right now it’s scary

*sobs quietly* 

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“If you were both dumped by the same woman on the same day, you should say I’m an evil witch… and just curse me out together. You should console each other…You’re friends, after all… How could you fight like this?”

there’s this one undertale fanimation that NEVER fails to make me cry like a fricking baby, every fricking time I watch it there is no escape

I just,,, I dont think you understand how much I still love undertale, I’ll never get over it

so im reading the raven boys for the eight millionth time and i just. every time there’s a reminder that the boys are teenagers. like Gansey gives Adam a fistbump at one point. or how ronan and adam do dumb shit like the whole Grocery Cart Incident™ that only teenage boys would do…my brain just like short circuits? its hard to reconcile the beautiful and poetic and amazing narration all these boys have with…fistbumps. know what I mean? but on the other hand, i wouldn’t have it any other way. it reminds me that they’re real people and not just characters in a fantasy novel, it reminds me that the story takes place in  our world and not some high fantasy universe where everything is different. And that’s what I love about the raven cycle–how rooted in reality the fantasy of it all is. This book makes you believe that magic is right around the corner if only you looked and I LOVE IT

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I want to take this opportunity to wish Lee Seokmin–Seventeen’s resident happy virus, seokshine, and horse enthusiast–the happiest of birthdays. From your infectious smile to your Dracula laugh, I love everything about you. You’ve brought joy to so many fans like myself and I hope you continue to be the DK we’ve all come to know and love. I’m honestly so proud of everything you’ve accomplished in the past couple of months. I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for you because I just know that you will put 110% in every opportunity that comes your way *cough* hopefully a musical or your own radio gig or a variety show *cough*. Please continue to stay happy and healthy so that you can continue to be Seventeen’s main vocalist and energizer. Thank you for being born on this day and thank you for blessing Carats with your beautiful voice 💕

#Happy_DK_VERNON_Day 

Strangeness & Charm (24/24)

Killian Jones is a pirate captain down on his luck after a falling out with the Evil Queen. Emma Swan just found out she is the Savior. Their shared goals bring them on an epic quest to liberate the kingdom once and for all. It’s a lot easier said than done.

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18  | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23  [All chapters chronologically]

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“So, let me get this straight,” Emma starts, still trying to digest all the information that was just thrown at her. Killian’s hand is still a steady weight in hers. They’re still standing in the dungeons. “You managed to convince a hoard of Regina’s knights to turn over to our side?”

“Well, it was more of a -”

“Convincing them not to kill us,” David finishes Killian’s sentence with a self-aware shrug. “It’s going to be a mess to figure out, but it beat them getting down in the dungeons and distracting you and Merlin from Regina.”

“Or killing us,” Guinevere adds helpfully. “That would have been much worse. Killian might have saved all of our lives.”

Emma can only gape, trying to picture the scene and failing. Killian has always been good with speeches - the night he told her he loved her is still burned into her mind, it’s as much of a steady source of strength as he promised to be - but the fact that he miraculously managed to prevent dozens of guards from going at his throat with the sheer power of his accent and her parents’ input is a little much to swallow. She turns her head to look at Killian, but his eyes are on his shoes and the tips of his ears are a familiar shade of embarrassed red.

The story is still strange.

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go on little soldier
don’t say a word, hold you breath
air rolls like bleach down your tongue and you laugh
(it sounds more like choking)

go on little soldier
don’t look back, just keep marching on
this is not the end, remember what they told you
(remember your training)

go on little soldier
don’t break; even when your bones crack
times have changed
(and so have you)

rest little soldier
your hands are stained with blood you can’t wash off
you scream at the skies, reach out to the stars
(you are a galaxy trapped in a corpse)

remember little soldier
times have changed, and so have you
wash your hands, clean your wounds
(this is a new beginning)

—   // s.z.

sometimes I remember harry and louis get into fights like any other couple and when they make up they get extra clingy and louis wraps his whole body around harry’s (as much as he can at least) and harry presses little kisses into louis’ skin and they wear each other’s shirts because they missed the smell of their boy and they’re so content surrounded in a little bubble of their love for each other that in that moment, all that matters to them is the boy in his arms and the air they’re sharing and even though they never stay in one place for more than a month at a time, they know that their home is in each other’s arms and oh my god they’re so in love