and this is my favourite quote from all of the brick

i.
i’m sorry for all the poems i wrote whilst you were gone
all the shouting i did about somebody else’s mouth
i had some growing up left to do under the aborted tenderness of another.
somehow, i went backwards.

ii.
i’ve never been able to write about you, save for that one poem, about how you left whilst never really being there to begin with. i’m still struggling now.
i flesh you out, broad shoulders, narrow hips, those strong, strong legs. your weak heart.
every time i put pen to paper i realise
i do not know you.

iii.
the things you laugh at, then. the things you enjoy. what we eat together. our shared favourite drink. the way you only laugh that way for me. the unparalleled tenderness when so many others are watching. that brick wall i clamber over night after night, when we are alone.
what are you so afraid of, darling?
the little bird with a heart of solid gold?

iv.
the girl in the cape, the girl with the basket, the girl who is coming to blow your house down.
the girl across the ocean, the girl on the pavement, the girl wrapped in sheets – it takes you so long and no time at all to extricate yourself, to shed your skin. i wonder what she does with it once you’re gone. does she fashion herself a home from your discarded sense of self?
the girl with her own home, the girl with her own skin, the girl made of steel, she leaves you on the floor.

v.
your fears and mine do not float in the same water. your fears and mine do not sink us together. your fears, the rock falling into the ocean, my fears, the ocean swallowing it whole. where does it land where does it land? our fear, then, the impression upon the sand as the rock slowly settles, our fear now, that slow, slow erosion, our fear forever, indistinguishable as it washes ashore into waiting hands.

vi.
i am not the ocean. the girl with the salt inside of her. i am not the ocean. the girl swallowing you whole. i am not the ocean. the girl coughing you up onto the sand. i am not the ocean.
you sink into me, regardless.

—  Messages In Bottles. Charlotte Ford
msa ch3 asks

Anonymous said: I love how msa Izuku comes across as an honest to god cryptid: can’t see his face, absolutely the kind of person you’d find at a gas station at 3 am, doesn’t want attention, most likely distant cousins with Mothman

msa au is just me fulfilling all of my ‘protagonist is a cryptid’ dreams by making msa izuku as cryptid as possible. favorite character archetype: cryptid 

Anonymous said: so the msa au is my life right now thank u for that & I just read through the update twice so thank you for that x2 and I had to go back and look for Izuku and Kirishima’s deal when it came up again and realized oh hey Kirishima agreed not to try and stop Izuku from leaving after 3 minutes and they didn’t put a time limit on that i wonder if that’ll come up again (& then my brain jumped to Izuku using that Forever. “we had a deal” every time it comes up. he cannot be stopped bc kiri promised)

got it in one!! izuku will abuse the wording of that deal forever if he can. good eye! 

Anonymous said: relatability of msa izuku: trying, doesnt trust feds, inability to sleep, ready to jump out 4th story window at a moments notice, anti-attention-

that’s msa izuku living the cryptid life of his dreams

Anonymous said: So wait you don’t have to answer this if it’s a spoiler but the collarbone blood tattoo™ is what’s making deku’s existence confusing to electronics, maybe?

yep, you got it! normally izuku is able to keep his presence from overtly affecting the electronics around him but scripting really starts messing with them. 

Anonymous said: quirkless msa deku anon and can i just say that deku looking eraserhead straight in the eye with lie detector policeman there and him saying “i don’t have a quirk” and said policeman not detecting a lie is arguably the best thing i have thought of today.

tsukauchi: 
tsukauchi: wh 
tsukuachi: how did you even do all of [gestures at ch2 events] that without a quirk? 
izuku: it’s a special talent of mine.

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studio-jibbles  asked:

Wait this might sound like its coming from out of the blue but do you have any good danny phantom fic recs? Maybe also with clockwork? :)

*PTERODACTYL SCREECH* YES HELLO YES I DO

I actually have a fic rec tag that I should probably put a link to on my sidebar, but I can compile a list of some really good fics for you! I’ll try to keep it mostly to ones with Clockwork. ^^

Checkmate and Endgame are of course, staples with recommending fics. Endgame is emotionally damaging (Clockwork whhhhhhhy *sad Lurking noises*) so that’s good. They are excellent, as is everything by Pearl84. Dawning of a Sun is also by her, it’s and AU and one of my all time favourite fics. 

Pasttime is a oneshot focusing on younger Clockwork and Pariah that I have nothing but praise for. It’s so cute and ahhhhh everything about it is awesome.

Guardian is excellently written with a cute OC who’s technically the author’s mental boyfriend but shh. It has Danny x Ghostwriter, Clockwork x Jazz, and reformed Dan so take that how you will.

I have three fics of Clockwork being mind controlled in my fic rec tag; by the Guys in White, by Freakshow, and by the Observants. I have nothing but praise for all of them and they are beyond amazing.

There’s also this one, which is still hilarious to me. It’s really short and I’m not even going to provide context but trust me it’s great.

Time (and Sometimes a Half Ghost) Heals All is one I just reread. It has bonding, whales, and puns. The best combination.

Time Masters Apprentice is really good.

Spirited Away is a crossover with Harry Potter that takes all stereotypes of DP and HP crossovers and beats them with a brick. Hilariousness, Hufflepuff Danny, Peeves, writing on Voldermort’s face, Jack throwing Dumbledore into a pond, this fic is amazing. It also has a ghost badger named Sir Randal Meme the Ferocious. It doesn’t have that much Clockwork, but he’s there so I’m putting it on the list.

Lost Time is a crossover with Doctor Who where the first time I read I hadn’t watched Doctor Who. It’s filled with Clockwork and Ten friendship and is the first in a series. The next part will be out at… some point in time. Hopefully soon. I tease the author about it because I’m the asshole friend. But trust me, it’s great.

Half a Time is a really good Superphantom fic. Don’t ask why I read Superphantom without having watched more than four episodes of Supernatural. I don’t have an excuse.

Then there’s mine.

Fishy is about little Clockwork being a little shit. Cards Against Humanity is about regular Clockwork being a little shit and not understanding how the game is played. SOS Text has him not getting paid enough to deal with the shit caused by Danny and other time travelers. And Connections… uh…

Connections, among other things, is an AU where halfas are two separate people- a ghost and a human- who can become one. Prince, the ghost who Danny ends up stuck with, is Clockwork’s nephew. Connections has angst, stupid quotes, apparently awesome OCs. 

Clockwork also gets poisoned about a third of the way through the story at an event hosted by the Observants so you can guess what everyone thinks happened there

I think that’s all I have. Hopefully you find something you like! ^^

EDIT: Oooh wait I forgot one. Scars of Time is the fic that started my obsession fascination with Clockwork being mind controlled. It’s amazing.

larryquirks  asked:

Fav fics?

These are all Larry, cause, duh.

Fandom famous (or infamous) fics that I love:

  • These Inconvenient Fireworks (??? over 100k?)
    No synopsis given, but basically Louis is a High School drama teacher who is shit at relationships, Harry is the new assistant football coach and is everything Louis needs, Niall is the music dude with a secret, Zayn is an English teacher with a crush and a habit of setting things on fire because reasons and Liam is an oblivious fireman. You HAVE to read this fic.
  • Wear It Like A Crown (141k)
    AU. As part of a team of fixers hired to handle a gay scandal in Buckingham Palace, Louis expects Prince Harry to be a lot of things—most notably a royally spoilt brat. Never mind that the very same Prince Harry used to star in quite a number of Louis’ teenage fantasies. 
  • Pull Me Under (140k)
    AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career, it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis’ favourite teammate, Liam as Louis’ agent, and Zayn as Liam’s boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)
  • As You Are (139k)
    AU. Five years after The X Factor launched his career as a radio host and songwriter, Louis Tomlinson returns as a judge. Falling for a contestant is the last thing he needs. It’s also against his contract.The only reason Harry auditions for The X Factor is because his best mate signed the two of them up as some kind of joke. Harry doesn’t get the big deal—not until he’s faced with this season’s judges and realises that one of them used to be his desperate, impossible teenage crush.
  • And Then A Bit (158k)
    “We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”
    Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.(aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)
  • Just Me, You, And This Box of Matches (87k) (Crack fic)
    Louis is fairly sure that his new neighbour is going to destroy him. And also their apartment building, and the dumpsters outside, and all the forests within a thirty mile radius. But. Mostly him.
  • Red Brick Heart (98k)
    Harry has only had his room for thirty-two minutes when it stops being his.
    Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn’t expect is a surprise roommate who’s loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he’s ever wanted.
  • Gods & Monsters (201k)
    The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that’s exactly what he did.
  • Three French Hems (20k)
    In which Louis is a designer at Burberry and Harry spends December wearing Lanvin… and Lanvin… and Lanvin.
  • Love Is A Rebellious Bird (134k)
    AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.
    Don’t hum Bolero.
  • Wild And Unruly (123k)
    Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.
  • My Heart Is Breathing For This Moment (159k) (Underage ish)
    When Louis first saw Harry at the 2010 X Factor Auditions, he thought he was watching a peculiarly special stranger. But Harry has known Louis ever since he was five years old.
    Because Louis has a rare genetic disorder that causes him to Time Travel to important moments in his past and in his future - and to Harry, always to Harry. When they’re put into a band together, it seems like everything Harry has been waiting and wishing for has finally come true. Except for the small fact that Louis doesn’t know that Harry is in love with him- that Harry’s always been in love with him. Fate, it would seem, is just getting started.
    A story about growing up and growing together, and the impossible love that makes it all worthwhile.
  • The Finish Line (Is A Good Place For Us To Start) (121k)
    Louis Tomlinson, one-time Formula 1 World Champion, is looking forward to the 2013 season. He’s got Zayn in his garage and Liam in his ear, he’s got Cowell Racing backing him despite former indiscretions, he’s got experience and the best race car out there. Not to mention he’s the only racer they have, after Oliver dropped out late last year.
    It hasn’t occurred to him that Oliver would have to be replaced by February. That is, until he finds himself at a party celebrating Harry Styles leaving Ferrari for Cowell. Harry hotshot Styles, who broke a record last year and is probably looking to make a big splash. Harry Styles, who is talented and somewhat intimidating. Harry Styles, who left Ferrari for reasons unknown and seems kind of lonely and harmless in person. Lonely, harmless, hot as fuck. Whatever.
    The first thing Louis does is take him under his wing. From there it’s nine months of slow-burning romance, the past catching up to them, turning into the human puppy pile that is OT5 and a lot of feelings until, of course, reaching the finish line.

Personal Favourites (Some of these are GREAT and under appreciated, others just are good but connect to me really well):

  • Learning To Eat (28k)
    Celebrity chef Louis Tomlinson has a problem. He’s opening his first restaurant in 9 weeks, and he has yet to hire a pastry chef- apparently people think he’s ‘standoffish’ and ‘rude’ and ‘quick to temper’. Whatever. He ends up saddled with an annoying, happy-go lucky rookie who also happens to be obnoxiously good looking. His tv presenter and pop star best friends only add to the drama, and for fucks sake would everyone please stop quoting Julia Child?!
    Kitchen AU where Harry helps Louis re-learn how to eat. (METAPHORICALLY)
  • i’ll be yours to keep (17k) (This was a gift for me - I LOVE it)
    louis should’ve thought a lot more about who he said his fake boyfriend is, especially since he and his “significant other” kinda hate each other. most of the time.
  • Reckless Serenade (10k)
    A Hogwarts AU where Harry and Louis hate each other, but then an acromantula makes them not. Also, there are lots of awkward moments involving erection éclairs and Drarry erotica.
  • we’re looking for something dumb to do (4k)
    harry and louis decide that they need to come up with the best senior prank possible. if it means pretending that they’re married, that’s a sacrifice they’re willing to make.
  • if these sheets were the states, and you were miles away (13k)
    In which Harry is at school in England and he’s terrible at French, Louis is an English kid living in France and they’re forced to be penpals for a school project. Niall doesn’t like mornings, Liam makes an accidental friend, and Zayn is not at all subtle.
  • Completely unaware (you make me smile) (6k)
    Five times everyone thinks that Harry and Louis are dating (and the one time they are).
  • always one foot on the ground (47k)
    “Listen. We’ll spend the next month pretending to be madly, outrageously in love. And then, we’ll stage a breakup so horrendous and heartbreaking that Liam and Zayn regret setting us up on this ridiculous blind date for the rest of their lives. You in?“The Valentines Day themed AU where Liam and Zayn won’t leave Louis alone about his policy against dating, Louis enlists Harry on the fake boyfriends adventure of a lifetime, and Niall is not above bribing everyone with food to get what he wants.
  • For Better, Worse And Mischief (I’m All Yours) (37k)
    The One Direction PR management team decides that Harry needs to get married. Harry doesn’t want to. Louis comes up with the perfect solution to the problem.
  • (your heartbeat) rang true inside my bones (32k)
    Harry goes as Louis’ date for a weekend wedding. He ends up taking the role a bit too seriously.
    “Hey,” Harry hears himself say just as Louis climbs back into the car. He ducks down, holding onto the roof to look at Louis who cocks his brow at him and says, “What?”
    “I meant it,” Harry starts. “Like, I’d do it. I’d be your date for the wedding. If it’d make you feel less awful about being there and if you want me to, I’ll do it. I promise I’ll be good.”
  • for now (and forever) (83k)
    “It’s nice that you want to offer that, but I just can’t do that. First of all, it’s illegal.”
    Louis shakes his head vigorously. “No, no. It’s not like one of us is gunning for a visa.”
    “Listen to yourself,” Harry laughs, shaking Louis’ shoulders. “Don’t you think it’s a bit weird to con the country you’re supposed to be serving?”
    Louis is going into the Army, Harry is going nowhere, and there’s nothing like a little identity fraud between friends.
  • the wanting comes in waves (25k)
    Harry and Louis are journalists who stalk movie star Liam Payne to an Irish castle for a weekend. Through a series of convenient misunderstandings, this particular undercover mission involves Harry and Louis pretending to be engaged. It’s your classic fake boyfriends AU with a dollop of heist AU, some Ireland, and a healthy serving of “boys who can’t sort out their feelings.”

That’s all I can find for now, because I unfortunately do not keep track of fics. There are a lot of royal AUs I love that aren’t there, as well as basically everything. 

[Low key self promo… Read my first fic Crash (it’s… okay, not very interesting), and my WIP crack fic chicken nuggets and the end of animal cruelty (it’s… interesting, maybe too interesting)]

OLICITY!

I’m not the type to do this normally but I’ve seen a lot of posts, on tumblr and on twitter and felt the need to add two cents that are probably not needed. Everyone feel free to ignore if they wish :)

For anyone Questioning about how Felicity could get herself a boyfriend when Oliver ‘has her heart’ (direct EBR quote)… then here’s the problem we face with OLIVER:

“You got good, you don’t let it go. It lets you go, you hold on. It slips though your fingers, you pull out all the stops to get it back. You got somethin’ worth fighting for, you fight for it. You do not sit on your ass waitin’ for it to come back to you.“

The above quote is from a book and, to me, it represents what Oliver Queen failed to do in regards to his relationship with Felicity to the letter. He’s amazingly loving with words but has he acted? Has he tried to win her back? Has he even spoken to her, has he told her the words she should hear: that he WILL FIGHT FOR HER? Regardless of where she is right now emotionally.

I’m sorry, but he hasn’t. Not once.

I’m waiting patiently/impatiently for this to finally happen.

Yes, she ran away and that’s something she needs to face but he was the one who broke her heart. The one who betrayed her – and it was a betrayal. And then he started making decisions that would affect both their lives. When you’re married, you talk to your partner regarding any decision that could affect his or her life too, because it’s a joint life. Like, having a child. Like, quitting your job as the mayor. Like, sending said son away until he’s 18 years old… She gave herself to their relationship, 100%. She was even partially dependant on him because she was in a wheelchair. And he… didn’t. Imagine that devastation.

He hasn’t made up for it.

He’s definitely done enough to earn her forgiveness, but her trust? That takes time.

And he’s already started.

The boyfriend thing, this Detective whatever… it’s Ray all over again. He’s the opposite of all things Oliver Queen. This is a repeat performance. And why can’t she repeat? Oliver has. He’s returned to killing, to ‘going it alone’, which only re-enforces her view that he would never fully commit to a relationship with her.

Only when he starts taking action – with results that won’t be immediate, because it’s worth it in the end – can Felicity even begin to contemplate taking a leap of faith. He needs to earn this woman, not get given her like a gift, unlike some. BARRY (really don’t like Barry anymore). Seriously though, Barry fucks with the timeline… and gets the girl? WTF?

I used to really feel for him too… damn. NB: off topic I know but, I’m thinking… This season will either end superbly for Barry, or he’s going to lose Iris. He messed with the timeline once too many times. I really hope it’s the former. I’m not a biased reviewer/watcher. I may like or dislike things but I don’t let emotions cloud my judgement.

Back on topic!

I feel – IN MY BONES (whatever Laurel) – that season 5 will not end WITHOUT some form of Olicity reunion. It goes against the flow, so to say. Bad or good, there’s always been a payoff. An emotional admittance between the major love interests at the beginning and end of each season. Bear with me:

Season 1: It starts with Laurel openly admitting to feeling nothing but bitter anger at Oliver and Oliver silently taking it. Oliver spends the whole season pushing and pulling Laurel away. In fact they spend whole episodes not speaking and dating other people. Yet the season ends with them having sex and a declaration from Oliver. He may have been lying through his teeth, but it was a payoff. The season may have ended horrifically, but it was a payoff.

Season 2: It starts with a lost Oliver and Laurel who both admit they’re wrong for the other. Oliver spends 5/6 episodes in a relationship with Sara which, let’s be honest, is the more favoured alternative to Laurel. And they do it in the Foundry, Felicity’s HOME. Jesus guys! (But we got over it! We can do it again!) Yet, come episode 23 he flat out admits he’s in love with Felicity. Yet it’s a ruse. YET… he seems so blissfully enamoured by her on the beach and there’s this note of possibility between them. Emotional payoff.

Season 3: Starts off heavily romantic in a way we’ve never seen Oliver be. He and Felicity go out on a date. It ends with a heartbreaking smooch to end all first kisses and him telling her to not ask him to say he doesn’t love her. They spend the season avoiding ALL physical contact; she dates Palmer, he gives major feels and puppy dog eyes as she tries to forget she loves him. Come (pun intended) episode 20 they make love. Episode 23, they run away together. Emotional payoff and exit stage right.

Season 4: Starts lovely and refreshing with our favourite pair in a relationship. Even though it feels like a bit of a fantasy. A bit too perfect; their perfect selves without any of the baggage. For 15 episodes they’re in a blissful state that starts just after the honeymoon period, even if half of that is spent with Oliver keeping secrets he should never have kept (idiot). It all comes crashing down. They break up. In every way. Yet the season ends with her forgiveness and his acceptance, both of them there; the only people strong enough to try to rebuild what was broken. An emotional payoff that, though wasn’t romantic, was absolutely necessary. Both of them standing there to pick up the pieces slowly, one brick at a time, literally enraptured in a RING. STILL TOGETHER.

Season 5: Felicity has a boyfriend and Oliver is a lone wolf once more. They don’t talk about personal subjects: I’m not referring to his opening up about the past or about his isolation within the Bratva and realising he needs to let others in otherwise he’ll end up all alone one day as shown in Legends. I’m talking, her massive guilt over a decision that had to be made. I’m talking all the small things: ‘what did you do today when you weren’t in the bunker? What did you have for breakfast? What book are you reading?’ And some big things: ‘Why aren’t you sleeping like you used to?  How did the Bratva make you close off? Do you think my plan is a solid plan?’ THEY DON’T TALK LIKE THIS ANYMORE. It’s heartbreaking, but it’s only episode 1. Look back over the series and see for yourself: the producers, writers etc, they never let characters remain stagnant. Each of them change, even Laurel changed regardless of bad script choices.

The season will not end with Felicity still in a relationship. It will not end with Oliver being a lone wolf. It will not end with Oliver falling out of love with Felicity because… Oliver loves swiftly, but as Wendy said, he’s never been in love the way he’s been in love with Felicity. That’s hard. It isn’t something that comes around the corner ever other day; it’s rare. That love is rare. You’re lucky if you find it for yourself and if you do, you should hold onto it no matter the cost. He failed to do this when tested. But because he’s Oliver, one day, he’ll try and fix what he broke knowing that leaving it be would be paying homage to a version of himself that also didn’t work. He has to try. Then the ball will be in her court.

I mean, 4 plus seasons of piling on their love and romance and heartbreak etc, knowing that, at most, they’ll have seven seasons (Stephen is contracted for 6 but stated he’d do 7) of Arrow? Knowing that their couple sells lots of MONEY? It’s business. Cold numbers.

I don’t know how the season will end and I don’t know if their (Oliver and Felicity’s) emotional payoff will be good or bad but there WILL be one and I doubt very much that - whatever happens - it will be horrible.

One key ingredient that I noticed in (with so many perceptive people in this fandom, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t alone) episode 1 of S5: Oliver and Felicity each have the other’s heart… but neither trusts the other with it right now.

They’re both petrified.

That trust? It needs to be built. To grow. To bloom. I THINK I saw the start in episode 2; something happened between them in that episode.

We all knew that episode 5 wouldn’t end with them getting back together. 

Come on; the writers have a full season to milk this. They have until May. MAY. And we have all seen that a solitary episode can tip a major scale. I’m not saying that something won’t happen sooner - it would be super nice - but I’m not going to start expecting things from a TV show that loves angst. We know the drill. And they know what pays. Will it be fun to watch certain things like the ending of episode 1? Nope. But! There will be things in the future to crow about, to hoot and whoop about.

Don’t be threatened by the boyfriend; he’s not exactly impressive (sorry but I’m already bored with him), nor is he wrapped up in the story-line enough to make him a centre focus.

We have to put up with shit to get flowers. It’s all fertiliser for something beautiful and real and powerful. For something true. I fully believe Oliver and Felicity will get back together. It’s the how that’s fun.

I even admit to getting flat out pissed off and upset at the bf story-line but that’s just because I feel far too much for fictional characters. And it also doesn’t mean that I think the future is bleak. Not. At. All.

It’s going to be sooooo good. Like I said – though my word isn’t worth anything (I’m normally a very quiet voice in the fandom; I don’t usually swear so much either, hmm) – I can feel it in my bones.

Even LAUREL felt Olicity in her bones.

Anyway, I take my cue from amazing ladies such as: @jbuffyangel @louiseblue1 @dust2dust34

They use logic, deductive reasoning, facts and knowledge. They don’t spiral off into unknown oblivion’s and have been a solace in recent times for a fandom that slightly flipped their shit. I get why; we love the show. But it got aggressive and unnecessary, ESPECIALLY on Twitter. Haven’t forgiven twitter yet… I know; irrational right?

Anyway, feel free to agree or disagree: I’m off to eat cake. Literally. I exercised for it and everything.

Top 50 Björk Songs (Part 2)

10. “Isobel” from Post

Watch almost any Björk music video and you’ll be inspired by the creative genius that the Icelandic singer possesses. Whether visually or melodically, she has the ability to pull ideas out of thin air and turn them into magic, both in the fantastical and the prodigal senses. “Isobel” is fiction, pure childlike delight epitomised with its nostalgic lyrics and “na na na” refrain. It’s proof that music doesn’t need to take itself too seriously to be timeless, wonderful and cinematic. A flute trill precedes the string section that glides into the chorus like a magic carpet taking flight in a Disney movie – it’s slightly cheesy, but entirely picturesque. Whether by watching her unforgettable videos or listening to her beautiful melodies, Björk can transport even the most staunchly serious listener to a place of wonder and whimsy, and leave them feeling giddy.

“My name Isobel, married to myself.”

9. “Quicksand” from Vulnicura

More than any other Björk album before it, Vulnicura felt like a living, breathing organism, probably due to the sequential story that it told. “Quicksand” is chronologically the story’s conclusion, but it feels more like a coda; a moment of exhalation after the emotionally tumultuous journey before it. Its frantic percussion is as if SOPHIE produced Homogenic’s “Pluto”, but the elements around it keep it at bay. With the string arrangement swelling but never peaking and Björk’s singing measured and calm, the heartbeat of the track – that scattered drum beat – is contained as an underlying tension in a lithe and elegant body. However, as the song nears its finish, it becomes apparent there will be no denouement. The violins are cut off mid-bow and the living creature that is Vulnicura ends its life cycle by switching off like a machine.

“When I’m broken I am whole, and when I’m whole I’m broken.”

8. “Pagan Poetry” from Vespertine

I once read someone describe the music box line that opens “Pagan Poetry” as sounding like a riff that plays in a CSI-type drama during a moment of suspense. To them, this ruined the effect of the motif, but to me, it makes perfect sense to have this song soundtrack a spy thriller, even a generic franchise one. The entire song is over-dramatic, from the aforementioned music box patterns, to the murky whisperings in the background of chorus, to the imminent-doom-evoking bass synth. Even its video was totally over the top, in the best, most Björk-like way. It’s a fantastic exercise in maximalism and mood creation, and ends with one of the most striking moments of her discography. Björk manages to sound at the same time desperate, unsure, vulnerable and deluded during her repeated whisperings of “I love him” in the track’s outro, and it’s the perfect end to a very memorable single.

“Swirling black lilies totally ripe.”

7. “Bachelorette” from Homogenic

With its sinister cello melody, forte piano chords and tango groove, “Bachelorette” is immediately arresting. Björk emerges as if from a volcano or a chasm in the earth, spitting fire and blood and venom. Listen to this song on full volume and let it grab you by the shoulders, twirl you, dip you, and throw you into a brick wall. It is a monumental track, but for all the ballroom grandiosity, there is an equal amount of little touches that speak volumes about Björk’s production talents. From the subtle shift to industrial percussion during the pre-chorus to the accordion in the outro, this song is full of carefully-placed embellishments amongst large-scale events. The artist transcends her physical form to become a fountain of blood and then a broken branch, and her powerful, tortured wails towards the end of the song paint a picture of her at her most vulnerable, evoking the image of a chained dragon.

“I’m a fountain of blood in the shape of a girl.”

6. “Who Is It (Carry My Joy On The Left, Carry My Pain On The Right)” from Medúlla

Medúlla is my least favourite Björk album, which isn’t that bold a claim considering I love them all, but it’s still noteworthy that from it comes what I consider the singer’s most unbridled moment of joy. Björk wrote the song coming from a deep place of strength, and it shows. Pure, extroverted jubilation is a considerably rare emotion in her catalogue, so to hear this gem sandwiched within Medúlla’s a-cappella doom and gloom was immediately cathartic and spiritual. It’s an uplifting feeling to hear that the people you love are happy, and the same applies for your favourite singers. It doesn’t hurt that the chorus melody is near-unparalleled in its glory, and that the album’s beat-boxing gimmick is utilised here to its greatest potential. “Who Is It” is the musical equivalent of two fists raised in the air in triumph, and wrapping those same two arms around the person you love.

“Who is it that never lets you down?”

5. “Unravel” from Homogenic

A huge part of why I love Björk is her unique vocal enunciation, and there is no better display of this than on “Unravel”. Few other artists could pull off the cracking of her voice as she sings “our love, our love”, her imitating gasping for breath singing “while you are away”, her rolling of r’s and of course her Icelandic/British hybrid accent peeking through. Björk is a vocal acrobat and virtuoso and to hear her one-of-a-kind voice harmonize over itself during the climax of the song becomes more jaw-dropping every replay. There is a hidden, slow-burning magnificence to “Unravel”, which sounds somewhat unassuming upon first listen (it wouldn’t have made my top 25 a few months ago), but grows on you like a vine. With a basic structure, minimal lyrics and a steady vocal melody, the song doesn’t reach to do too much, but Björk has the ability to pull beauty out of simplest of ideas, like thread from a never-ending spool.

“The devil collects it with a grin, our love in a ball of yarn.”

4. “Cocoon” from Vespertine

When you write a song about fucking that gives you actual ASMR tingles, you know you couldn’t have done a better job. The percussion on “Cocoon” is so delicate, so faint, that it recalls insects treading across water. It also deliberately brings to mind fingertips gently tapping on and tracing the body’s most sensitive areas. It’s so calming and intimate that it’s easy to get distracted and forget that Björk is singing about waking up after sex with her lover still inside her, and describing ejaculation as “a train of pearls”. Björk infuses more poetry into sex than most, but by not shying away from detailing her pleasure, she avoids the pretentiousness of sounding overly metaphorical. We can all relate to the feeling of connectedness during and after making love to someone we really care about, as well as the starry-eyed disbelief of being lucky enough to have such an experience. Björk taps into these fundamental feelings in a perfect and endearing way, creating a gem of a song in the process.

“He slides inside, half awake, half asleep, we faint back into sleephood.”

3. “Hyperballad” from Post

Often called the best song of her career, and with good reason, “Hyperballad” is a remarkable achievement in storytelling, imagery and composition. Its lyrics have such impact and attention to detail that they would work as a prose piece, and its instrumental combines orchestral, house and IDM genres in a way that still sounds ground-breaking today. Combining words and music thus creates an objective masterpiece, one that never loses its emotional resonance regardless of how many times it is replayed. It’s a track with a fantastic level of intricacy, the centrepiece of Björk’s most successful album during arguably her greatest era. The song is a huge accomplishment, which makes it surprising to revisit that it’s about the simple feeling of not wanting to lose yourself while being in a relationship. “Hyperballad” has provided me a lot of solace in times of self-doubt, and is without a doubt the track I turn to first when I need to inspire in myself some moments of introspection.

“I imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks, and when it lands will my eyes be closed or open?”

2. “Stonemilker” from Vulnicura

“Stonemilker” documents the downfall of Björk’s 13-year relationship with Matthew Barney, featuring her rawest most unfiltered thoughts sprawled out on a blank canvas, and then arranged in detached, matter-of-fact phrasings. In gorgeous ways that are impossible to replicate, the vocal melody hesitantly meanders around immediately striking lines like “What is it that I have, that makes me feel your pain?”, “I wish to synchronize our feelings”, and the quoted lyric below (my favourite). Cascading strings underscore the emotions of realisation and hope that the song is based upon, and everything feels positive, even if just for a minute. But later, as Björk tiredly and helplessly sings to her life partner that she wishes to “find our mutual coordinates”, it is a tragic moment for her and the listener both. We know that her relationship only goes downhill from this point, and the song appropriately concludes instrumentally, with Björk having spilled all that her heart can bear. Seemingly defeated, a long decrescendo signifies her descent into beautiful tragedy.

“Moments of clarity are so rare, I better document this.”

1. “5 Years” from Homogenic

“5 Years” was my favourite from the start. It’s the song that transformed me from a casual fan into a Björk devotee, and I haven’t looked back since. It was a single moment too that hooked me, on a track full of ones I adore. From the fade-in of the gritty, industrial beat over the blocky intro synth, to Björk’s passionate “I dare you” starting the second verse, to the string cadence almost 3 minutes in, and finally the abrupt, foot-on-the-brakes end of the track… every few seconds of “5 Years” possesses a moment I hold dear. However, my favourite part comes 2 minutes and 23 seconds in, when Björk growls at her lover with such ferocity and authority that I was immediately shook. I still am. For me, “I’m so bored with cowards”, growled like a lioness, is one of the most powerful moments in any piece of music I’ve ever heard. Angry Björk is something to behold, especially over an instrumental that sounds like World War 3 set in Space Invaders. Listening to your favourite artists show vulnerability is important, but there’s nothing better than listening to an iconic woman telling a weak man to fuck off.

“I’m so bored with cowards.”

After posting my favourite Fitzgerald quotes from This Side of Paradise and The Beautiful and Damned here, I decided to dedicate a post from to one of my favourite book of all time and the first Fitzgerald novel I read. 

The following are a list of my favourite quotes from The Great Gatsby:

“I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”

“I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.”

“Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead.”

“He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.”

“You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad thing that happened to me.”

“There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.”

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

“Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope.”

“They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another.”

“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”

“But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the washstand and the moon soaked with wet light his tangled clothes upon the floor.”

“No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.”

“I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified.”

“There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams – not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion.”

“All I kept thinking about, over and over, was ‘You can’t live forever; you can’t live forever.’”

“So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.”

“I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others — young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.”

“In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.”

“If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him.”

“The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.”

“He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was.”

“His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.”

“So I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight, watching over nothing.”

“Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.”

“It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.”

“People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.”

“Human sympathy has its limits, and we were contented to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.”

“I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night, and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye.”

“One emotion after another crept into her face like objects into a slowly developing picture.”

“Their eyes met and they stared together at each other, alone in space.”

“He snatched the book from me and replaced it hastily on its shelf, muttering that if one brick was removed the whole library was liable to collapse.”

“The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised.”

“Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on.”

“He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.”

“He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.”

“He smiled understandingly — much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced — or seemed to face — the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.”

“And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler.”

“I hope she’ll be a fool – that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”

“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”

“Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.”

“He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.”

“The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.”

“I thought of Gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock. He had come a long way to this lawn and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.”

“They were careless people, Tom and Daisy- they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.”

“Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.”

TMI Q&A

So we thought we’d answer a couple of questions related to TMI and share it with you guys. If any of you want to answer these, by all means do it and tag us to see it. 

Here it goes…

1. Favourite book:
R. City of Heavenly fire
T. City of Lost souls

2. Favourite shadowhunter:
R. Jace Herondale
T. Jace Herondale

3. Least favourite shadowhunter:
R. Valentine Morgenstern i guess..but i kinda like him too..i don’t know
T. Valentine Morgenstern

4. Downworlders: fair folk, children of the night, children of Lilith or children of the moon?
R. Children of Lilith/Warlocks
T. Children of Lilith/Warlocks

5. Favourite downworlder:
R. MAGNUS BANE🏻
T. MAGNUS BANE

6. Favourite rune:
R. Parabatai, soundless and wedded union
T. Insight, clairvoyant sight and angelic

7. Demon you’d like to have as your soldier:
R. Any sort of Eidolon
T. Hydras

8. Isabelle or Maia for Simon?
R. Izzy all the way
T. Maia

9. Favourite quote from Jace:
R. “Theoretically the planet could suddenly crack in half, leaving me on one side and you on the other side, forever and tragically parted, but I’m not worried about that, either. Some things are just too unlikely to dwell upon.”
T. “Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn’t make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie.”

10. Favourite quote from Magnus:
R. “Alexander, I’ve been alive for hundreds of years. I’ve been with men, been with women, with faeries and warlocks and vampires, and even a djinn or two. Too much information?”
T. “You could give me the past, but Alec is my future.”

11. Your weapon of choice:
R. Seraph blade or sword
T. Seraph blade

12. Favourite Clace scene:
R. All Clace scenes are awesome but I have to go with the one that baffled me: Jace and Clary finally getting at it and Jace bringing a freaking condom in Hell
T. I mean…the cave scene. Yep…that one. 🙈

13. Least favourite member of the Clave:
R. Inquisitor Aldertree by FAR!
T. Inquositor Aldertree

14. Favourite city(Bones, Ashes or Glass):
R. City of bones because Jem is in there
T. Ashes

15. Favourite angel name:
R. Either Raziel, Ithuriel or Barachiel
T. Raziel

16. The mortal cup, sword or mirror?
R. Mirror
T. Sword

17. If you were a faerie, would you be a seelie, kelpie,  phouka or pixie?
R. Seelie probably
T. Seelie

18. Favourite quote of Isabelle:
R. “I watch my brothers give their hearts away and I think, don’t you know better? Hearts are breakable. And I think even when you heal, you’re never what you were before.”
T. “What’s the point in wasting a perfectly good brick wall when you have someone to throw against it, that’s what I always say.”

19. Favourite Malec scene:
R. Any part when Magnus calls Alec “sweet pea”. Also I love the scene where they make up.
T. First time they met

20. If you could speak any language, what would it be?
R. Purgatic
T. Purgatic

~R. Herondale and T. Morgenstern~

EASY READING LEVEL ONE: A REVIEW/SUMMARY OF THE 5SOS BOOK

so i bought this bad boy like a week ago and i thought i might take y'all through my experience of reading this and my favourite parts

strap yourself in for a disorganized ride where all your otps are canon as fuck, ashton ruins my heart, and everything is dumb and endearing

Keep reading

I was tagged by @hightops-and-ysl to do this and I hate you this was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do

“Other than the fact that fan fiction is literally my favourite past time does this need another introduction? Answer these questions, whether writing them down, making a video or a voiceclip and tag some people! let’s do this!”

1.    What is the last fic you read that you liked?

baby we could be enough (and like I genuinely never read fics that I won’t like cause all the recs come from robs who knows what I’ll love)

2.    What is the first fic you remember reading?

I think it was either TIF or ITB

3.    What is your favourite fic trope?

 angst. give me angst. if it’s angsty I’ll love it. any trope with angst. did I mention angst?

4.    What are your three favourite chaptered fics?

fading, into the blue and yatb/in from the cold / jump before we fall / you came beating like a moths wings / red brick heart (i am horrible)

5.    What are your three favourite oneshots?

like a timebomb ticking (i love heidi’s work SO much)

have you coming back

like a bastard on the burning sea

6.    What fic would you love a prequel to? and a sequel?

quite selfishly, I’ll say in vogue. I’d love to want to write both for in vogue. 

7.    How about a fic that would make a really good movie?

again, in vogue, cause the outfits, the travel and the interior. also that au where they travel the whole europe and those two that are situated in hotels by the sea 

8.    What fic do you think is severely underappreciated?

in from the cold

pep talk turned into a pep rally 

who painted the moon black

one way or another

outwit, outplay,outlast

marking up the atmosphere

9.    What is the funniest sentence you have ever read in a fic?

(these will be IV quotes because I forget stuff and this I wrote so I can actually remember - sorry) (zayn in IV is my fav thing and I remember writing this and sending it to robs like 5 chapters in advance because it was so funny (I know it’s not really))

After Dolce & Gabbana have shown the winter collection, Zayn insisted on ordering all of the sweaters from it. He wears them for a whole week, coming to the office day after day dressed solely in one disgusting sweater after another, yelling things like ‘I’m the queen’ when wearing a sweater with a big gold crown on it or ‘I’m a painting in a painting’ the day after when he’s dressed in red velvet with a small painting print in the middle. 

and also

Liam is my fav. #HisDickIsBiggerThanYours

10.  How about the one sentence that broke your heart?

He can’t stop himself from whispering, sending daggers in Harry’s direction with his eyes: ‘You’re not getting the job, and you’re not getting me either.’

11.  Re: other pairings; which do you like and to get into it what should I read?

tomlinshaw / ziam / ot5 smut

12.  Is there a prompt you have?

quality, well researched, no random shit thrown into it fashion au. I know it probably won’t happen but I can dream

I am tagging so many people because I want you all to suffer.

@sloumate so I can laugh at you when you do this and yell at me that it’s too hard

@legohousedea you better do this I know you want to

@skylinethroughthewindow@tomlinsuntea @coziestlouis @fireproofau @heliolouis @cuethetommo buahaaha you’re welcome

@patrochilarry @pianolouis @infinitelymint I wanna know yours too <3

Coffee & Cigarettes // Phan

It’s Wednesday, 1:30pm, middle of autumn, I jog across the dew-damp grass round to the back of the olden, breaking school, turning a sharp corner to get to the back wall, leaning against it, short of breath. Droplets of rain still falling from the small bit of roof jutting out over the wall. I push a hand through my curling brown fringe, pushing it out of my eyes and reach into the pocket of my damp leather jacket, pulling out my escape. I take a cigarette from the packet and curl my hand around the lighter in attempt to stop the wind from extinguishing the small flicker of the flame. After many attempts the cigarette finally lights, leaving me to take a huge drag, as I lean my head against the wall and blow out, watching the soft smoke rise into the air.

  Relief washes over me, I feel calmer and more collected. This is how I deal with everything, I light my cigarettes and smoke my cares away, in the tiny hope that the next day will be the day where everything feels okay.

  I hear a small cough from beside where I am, turning my head I’m met with a darker haired boy, his hair damp and falling infront of his head, which is leant forward over a cigarette and lighter. Right foot kicked up on the wall, leaning against it. Beside his leg, a small silicone cup and a black backpack. Slim, pale hands working at the lighter. I don’t realise that I’m staring until he looks up and meets my eyes, sharp blue to dull brown, all while he takes a long drag, slowly exhaling it out.

  He kicks his foot off the wall, fixing his raven fringe and walking over to me, cigarette in one hand, coffee cup in the other, picking up his school bag and shrugging it onto his shoulder. He obviously goes to this school and looks no older than me, but I’ve never seen him around. He stops beside me, looking right into my eyes but not saying anything. He throws the coffee cup into the bin beside us, leans his shoulder against the bricked wall and inhales a drag of smoke, blowing it out into the musky air. He studies me further before looking into my eyes, giving me a lopsided smile which alone could make my knees weak.

  “So you’re out here, head messed up with school stress, loneliness. Your only escape is cigarettes, it’s your way of feeling something. I’m here with you simply because it’s cold outside and you’re feeling kind of lonely.” He takes another deep breath, blowing it out slowly, leaving me starstruck. “How did y-” “Do you want to go get some coffee? Assuming you have nothing to do.” He gives me a chuckle. “And why would you assume that?” I snap back. He gives a loud laugh, blue eyes trailing to the floor underneath then back up to me. “Because you’re lonely. I know that look.”  He says seriously. His eyes are so vibrant, you can’t look away and his smell, intoxicating. “What makes you think I’d want to get coffee with some stranger I met while smoking behind a school?” I said, flushing slightly, a faint smile ghosting my face. He flashes me a small grin. “Because I know that look too.” Then he starts walking across the shimmery green grass to the school gates, knowing I’ll follow.

  “Then why did you follow me?” He muses as I catch upto him. “You’re lonely too, I can tell.” I reply. He looks at me with soft eyes before looking away quickly. He throws his cigarette onto the pavement and crushes it into the floor with his foot, to make sure the flame is extinguished. I do the same as he walks on, looking back and then stopping to wait for me. I feel a blush creep onto my cheeks as I jog upto him, then he strides on.

  We walk in silence until he announces into the thick air, “We’re here.” His soft voice says as he pulls me by the wrist into the dimly lit coffee shop, the sour smell of pumpkin lattes, gingerbread cookies and black coffee surging through the room.

  “Hello, how can I help you?” A female behind the counter chirps, she looks around 20, her peroxide hair pulled into a tight ponytail. Her shirt neck too low and her small name tag reading ‘Jenna’. “Can I get two coffees please?” The boy tells her. “Sure thing, sit in?” “Yeah.” “Can I just get your na-” I zone out of the conversation only to be brought back into reality by the loud ping of a cash register.

  He pulls me to an empty table at the back of the little coffee shop and sits us down. I drop my bag under the table and he takes off his hoodie, hanging it on the back of his chair. “You could’ve let me pay.” I said apologetically. “Oh shut up.” He laughed, his tongue slipping out from behind his teeth. I grin at him, he’s really cute, I wouldn’t mind getting to know him. I looked around the shop, decorations sat on the window sills, quotes plastered on the walls and small decors hanging from the beige walls. By the time I was pulled out of the coffee shop soundtrack in my head, the warm drink was already placed infront of me. I look down at the steaming drink then up at the sapphire eyed boy, his hands wrapped snugly around his cup, sipping it slowly. “Thanks.” I mumbled, smiling, as I picked up the silicone cup and slurped the hot liquid, the sour taste burning my throat in an oddly good way.

  The gem-like boy put down his cup and squinted his eyes slightly, chin resting on the hand, which was propped up on the table. “Tell me about yourself.” He spoke, softly. “What do you want to know?” I laughed, setting my cup down on the oak wood table. He smiled. “I want to know who you are, what you are, what you do, who you do.” He laughed, echoing through the little shop, his eyes lighting up like a child. “Interest me.”

  “-well, I’m like the sun when it gets hidden behind a cloud. How everything becomes dark then? Like that. How no one enjoys it, when that happens? Like that.” I finished. “But frankly, I enjoy you.” He said, circling his cup in his hand, in order to try mix it. My cheeks flushed and I took another sip of my colding coffee. “Tell me more, good things.” “I don’t think there are any good things.” I said quietly. “Oh but, for these-” He glanced down at his watch. “-For these, one and a bit hours that I’ve met you for, I can already list a number of good things.” He responded. And I could feel my heart hammering underneath my dark grey shirt.

  We sat in this isolated coffee shop, laughing and learning pointless facts about eachother. Occasionally he would flip his dark fringe out his shimmering eyes and subconsciously I would fix my messy fringe too. In this time I found that his favourite colour is blue, he is in the year above me at school, he likes the way leaves cascade off the trees this time of year, he’s always wanted to go on a road trip across the country, his favourite band are Muse and much to my advantage, he’s more into boys. I still don’t know his name though. It’s now 3:45pm and I know I’m falling for this emerald boy.

  “What’re you looking at?” I laugh at him. He doesn’t reply, instead just says, “So, what do you say, we go see a movie?” “This weekend?” I say. “Alright.” “Okay.” I cough, smiling. He’s grinning, his eyes crinkled and tongue slipping out, looking at his feet, a faint blush on his cheeks. He glances up at me then at his watch again. “I better be heading off now. Friday then?” “Okay, yeah.” I stutter, looking at him push his seat back and stand up, picking his dark blue hoodie off the seat and leaning against it. “Meet me here at, 1ish?” “Yeah.” I breathe. “Cool okay, I’ll see you, stranger.” He smiles, before turning around, heading out the door, the little ping of the bell being heard as he opens it, then he’s gone. “Yeah.” I breathe, dazed, before getting up, picking up my school bag and leaving the coffee store, with a ding behind me.

——-

  It’s Friday, 12:56pm, I lean against the coffee shop wall outside, waiting for him. Cigarette between my teeth, dressed in a dark blue shirt, leather jacket on top. Black skinny jeans and school bag still slung over my shoulder. I lean my head against the wall, blowing the smoke, so transfixed in my thoughts, I hardly noticed the boy approach me until he tapped my shoulder.

  He stood there, hair messily pushed into a dark beanie, backpack slipping off his shoulder, dark red shirt with a black hoodie. His long legs wrapped in skinny black jeans, cigarette twirling in his fingers. “Ready to go?” His musky voice said. “Not yet, wait.” I responded, taking another drag, looking straight into his shocking blue eyes. He takes a breath of smoke, exhaling, then he turns around and starts walking across the bumpy road to the opposite pavement, knowing I’ll follow.

  “Then why did you follow me?” He chuckles as I catch upto him. “You’d be lonely then.” I reply. We walk on, our hands nudging eachothers, every so often. I feel his hand slip into mine slowly after a little while and it feels like electricity, electricity from the ebony haired boy, who’s name I didn’t even know. I glance down at our hands to see them entwined and he looks up at my face, as a sign if that’s okay or not. I smile slightly, looking away as I feel my cheeks heat up.

  The walk to the cinema takes around 15 minutes, we spend that time in silence, sometimes absentmindedly swinging our joined hands. Taking drags of our seperate cigarettes at times, the air thick and the icy breeze, blowing.

  “We’re here, put out your ciggy.” He groaned, flicking his stub to the floor and stamping on it. I drop mine on the pavement, pressing it into the ground before he pulls my hand toward the cinema, me holding my bag strap on my shoulder, making sure it doesn’t slip as he quickly pulls me through the large doors.

  “What do you want to watch?” He asks quietly, pulling us towards the board, listing all the movies and times. “Guardians of the Galaxy!” I shout, excited since I’ve been wanting to see it for ages. “Calm down, nerd.” He laughs, guiding me by the hand to the ticket machine.

  We go to sit down in our allocated seats, with popcorn and a few other snacks, waiting for the adverts to finish. He drops my hand as we sit down and I feel a little emptier. I undoubtedly have a crush on this nicotine boy.

  The film, I couldn’t pay attention to fully, when he was sat right there, wide eyes staring at the screen, mouth slightly agape, left arm resting on the chair, right hand reaching into his popcorn every so often.

  I reached over to collect another handfull of popcorn, and nudged against his hand. The boy looked at me, smirking. His electric eyes drew me in everytime. It was him that broke the dark room eye contact, to look back at the screen, leaving me crimson, with a smile.

  When the movie ended, the lights turned back on, everyone getting up and collecting their things to leave. The boy stands up, brushes the popcorn off his lap, picks his bag up and turns to face me. “Come on, let’s go.” He says as he slowly turns to the stairs, trotting away, knowing very well that I’ll follow.

  The sky was a little darker and the air, a little colder. My hand in the dark haired boy’s grasp as we strolled along the pavement, cigarettes between our fingers, twinkles in our eyes. He pulls me along into a darkened alleyway, sheltered from the world. Clutching our stomachs with laughter and teenage hearts beating fast. We discard of our burning splints and slide down the mossy wall, heads turned up, to the starry sky.

“You know, normally, Friday nights are always the same in this town, i’m looking up but I’m feeling kinda down. So I light my cigarettes and smoke the night away. In the hope that Saturday will be the day when everything feels okay.” I muse quietly into the silence hanging in the atmosphere. He turns his head slowly to mine, blinking his twinkling eyes, he looks transfixed in my dull brown eyes as he leans in slowly, eyes lidding shut before he softly places his lips upon mine.

  Its soft and slow before he moves forward, wrapping his arms around my waist, leaving my hands on his hips as he deepens the kiss. He has the most delicious taste, a mix between coffee, tobacco and mint. His tongue wrapping with mine as he pushes me softly onto the concrete floor, climbing ontop of me and detaching and attaching our lips in short kisses. I trail my hands up the back of his shirt, heavy breaths leaving me. “Oh I forgot to-” I tried to speak in between kisses. “-ask you what-” I stopped what I was saying, moving my tongue further into his mouth, tasting every intoxicating flavour of him, his hands on my chest. “-your name was.” He abruptly stopped. “Phil.” Phil. “Dan.” “Hi Dan.” “Hi Phil.” I replied, before he reconnected our lips, slipping in tongues, leaving us two nicotine addicted strangers under the starlit sky.

  It’s Monday, 1:30pm, middle of autumn, I jog across the dew-damp grass round to the back of the olden, breaking school, turning a sharp corner to get to the back wall, leaning against it, short of breath. Droplets of rain still falling from the small bit of roof jutting out over the wall. I push a hand through my curling brown fringe, pushing it out of my eyes and lift my head to find that mysterious ebony haired boy named Phil, leaning against the wall, with his splint of escape between his teeth. He throws it on the floor, walking toward me, pushing me to the bricked wall, staring into my eyes, sharp blue to dull brown. He trails his hands into my hair and I wrap my arms around his body, fingers trailing under his darker green shirt, he’s grinning, his eyes crinkled and tongue slipping out, looking at his feet, a faint blush on his cheeks. He glances up at me and connects our lips, in a wanting embrace. Tobacco lips together and caffeine hearts beating fast. And Phil, my raven haired, sapphire eyed, nicotine boy.