and that's it for me tonight

So obviously I’ve now listened to “Unlove You” about 2983656328 times since yesterday and I just thought it was important to share my favorite lines because reasons…

If I were twenty-five
I know just what I’d do
I would have already kissed
Till I was drunk on your lips
A thousand times too few
But we have other lives
And we know it ain’t right
This is going nowhere
If I’m with you I don’t care
Take me nowhere tonight

hiii everyone! 💛 sorry for being mia the past week. things have been really busy, but i got a job which i’m very very excited about! 

as for in better light, everything changes, i’ve had the last chapter complete for quite some time now, but i’m doing The Thing where i keep rereading it and liking it less and less every time i do so which has been keeping me from posting it. i promise it will be posted this weekend though! 

hope all of you had a good week 💛

I can’t stop thinking about the wisecrack carrie fisher would make about debbie reynolds dying a day after her: the joke about her family, always bringing the drama, the ‘she couldn’t stand to let me have all the attention even when I had just died. I want you all to remember that I did it first.’  

I like to imagine her in the afterlife adding material to her stand up: ‘I’m really disappointed to be here tonight, I was hoping I’d get to haunt george lucas for that metal bikini.’ ‘do you know how long the line for this place is? I flipped off nancy reagan and fidel castro on the way in. ’ ‘when I said dear lord please don’t let me live to see that orange buffoon be president I should have been a helluva lot more specific.’

playing to a sold out audience, her mother in the front row. bowie and rickman at a table in the back. 

Hi, yes, this is a picture of Priya swimming across the pond, captured precisely between my “Oh my god, this is hilarious, look at her swimming” mental state and my “OH SHIT THERE’S A DEER, SHE IS TRYING TO SWIM AT THE DEER, GOD PRIYA NO” mental state.

i just want to put my two cents in and say the only ONLY time stiles stilinski would ever need an actual anchor was during his time being possessed. this being said, the one person who he allowed void in, in order to SAVE her, was malia. so getting to my point here, remember when he was sitting in melissa’s living room, with void in complete control, and was all tied up? do you know what brought stiles back to the surface? the moment lydia said “malia”. so believe what you want, but malia is and always will be what brought stiles back, even in his darkest of days, even if the writers choose to ignore it. malia tate is, in fact, stiles stilinski’s anchor. aiight, bye ✌

i’m finally getting around to catching up with a TON of stuff and

tfw u find out you’ve somehow become the keeper of rich and rob’s gigantic cutout heads

Prince Charming Is A Lie (Or Possibly Hellspawn)

Look, it’s 1am which is way later that I’m usually awake (because 25 is the new 80) and I wrote a thing because feelings occurred. So have 2.5k of feelings occurring. 

Blame the sleeplessness if it’s terrible.

“I think it was a mistake to kiss me, that first time.”

 Derek doesn’t look at him, continues to play with his fingers and Stiles feels like there’s a lead weight in the pit of his stomach.

 "How so?“ His voice is barely a croak. They’ve been together for a year, now, and if Derek thought their first kiss was a mistake, then maybe he’s just felt obligated to continue the relationship. Maybe the nebulous ideas Stiles has for a future have all been for nothing.

 Derek frowns and Stiles knows not to interrupt when he’s thinking – when he furrows his brow that particular way, he’s trying to figure out the best way to articulate something. Derek can hold his own in an argument, and is never at a particular loss for words, but sometimes he pauses to make sure the words he’s picking are the most effective.

 It’s what, Stiles thought, makes him so good for Stiles, who doesn’t think about what’s coming out of his mouth until twenty seconds after it’s already said. Derek’s arguments are carefully constructed and solid, while Stiles’ sow chaos and account for the inevitability of any plan going to hell in a handbasket, and they work together.

 At least, he’d thought so.

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