and slightly turned on

• An ‘elegantly disheveled’ mess of hair, soft tendrils serving as the curtain for eyes to peak through

• Visibly-worn copies of novels, favourite passages and sentence fragments lovingly underlined

• A sweetly-sneaky smirk, lips slightly turned (both to demonstrate amusement and some aura of mystery, all at once)

• Stacks of papers lining the bedroom floor + coffee cup rings decorating the furniture tops

• A deep-rooted passion for great film and/or music, forever likening oneself to characters from fictional worlds and lines memorized from songs

• The romantic crackle of vinyl on the turntable

• Staying up late into the night when the mind proves most alive: Creating artwork or spilling endless words, like an overflowing kettle, onto paper

• Becoming blissfully lost in a bookstore

• Spending hours contemplating various ways to write about the clouds’ reflection on the waters’ surface, or the way in which dusk always makes you want to hold somebody’s hand

• Designating a favourite spot in town to watch the world, and its people, go by

• Writing ideas down on your hand, a random scrap of paper, or a napkin during times when you’ve forgotten your notebook

• Always catching yourself thinking from a narrator’s perspective

gothbirb  asked:

64 Scriddler, please?

“Edward,” Jonathan coaxed. “Come on. Stop being childish and look at me.”

Edward continued to sit on the couch with his arms crossed, looking pointedly at anywhere in the room beside Jonathan. Jonathan sighed. “If I said I was sorry, would that help?”

Edward said nothing in response. Now, Jonathan was getting irritated. “You are a grown man Edward,” he growled. “You can at least attempt to conduct yourself like one!”

Edward’s face reddened a bit, but he said nothing and then turned his body so that his back was facing Jonathan. This was the final straw. This had gone on for three hours. No more.

“For God’s sake, Edward!” he shouted. “Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything!”

Edward turned his head slightly, to look at him. “I have nothing to say to the man who washed his burlap with my dress shirts.”

Jonathan loved Edward, more than he’d ever loved anyone, more than he’d ever thought he could love anyone. Sometimes, though, every so often, he could be a real ornery son of a bitch.


i don’t have anything funny or witty to say. Just fucking vote. Y’all love to talk about how the country is a fucking hellacape and I’m right there with you, but you know what’s better??


one inch forward IS STILL PROGRESS, even if we’re all hoping for a mile, because it’s better than even a single inch back.


anonymous asked:

These are hilarious! It’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but soME PEOPLE are trying to sLEEP Or The one about showing together at the same time and singing duets. With noah as the neighbor

Loved the first one omg

Bad to the bone – George Thorogood

Letting her phone shuffle through songs, one perks her ears up as the first few chords are played, smiling slightly she walks over to her speakers, she turns up the volume as she nods her head to the music. Walking back to the counter, she grabs her beer and drags it until it drops off the counter. Walking over to the sofa, she plonks herself down and taps her foot in the air while taking a long swig. Her phone buzzes next to her causing her eyes to look down to the screen, unlocking it and bringing it closer to her face, she smiles with amusement.

Noah (2:53am): you mind turning the music down thx hun xo

She thinks about it, not already being in the mood, she tests his patients as she grabs the control for her speakers and turns the music up a little more with an evil smirk on her face.

Phone buzzes again.

Noah (2:55am): think you have the volume buttons confused, pressing it down makes it go quieter. If you can do that awesome much love

She presses the volume higher.


Noah (2:56am): you’re taking the piss. My wall is shaking.

Stopped caring, she throws her phone next to her and turns up the volume as high as it goes. Knowing herself it’s too loud, but she likes being a brat during times like this.

She downs her beer and throws it from where she is to the trash, having the bottle fall into it she throws her hands in the air in victory.

Loud thumping coming from her front door, her arms fall to her sides and she rolls her eyes as she makes her way to the door.

Opening the door, her expression matches the unamused one her neighbor is giving her with a slight glare.

“Turn it off.” His expression doesn’t change as he speaks and she presses her lips together, expression not changing either.

Crossing her arms, she leans against the doorframe.

“No?” She questions sarcastically, making his glare thicken. Huffing in frustration, he pushes passed her into her apartment, “Hey!” She turns to him.

He finds the control and turns the music off completely, “it’s three in the fucking morning!” He throws the control onto the sofa, “And unlike you, I have to work this fucking weekend!” The anger in his voice makes her shift on the spot, guilt starting to fill her.

“Hey, I’m sorry I was only kiddi–“ she tries to speak as he walks back towards the door where she is.

“Whatever.” He huffs as he stands in front of her, glancing behind her, he noticed the many empty beer bottles and the lack of pictures on the wall from where old photos of herself and a boyfriend were once placed.

Chewing on the inside of his cheek, he looks back to her, facing staring at her feet and expression looking somewhat sad.

“Look,” He starts to speak and she looks up to him. “Whatever you’re going through, you can text me.” She smiles slightly, “instead of blaring out classic rock at 3am.” He smiles as she laughs slightly, rubbing the back of her neck. She nods in agreement as he walks out of her door.

“Now, let me sleep. Please, woman” he jokenly begs as he walks back to his door.

Originally posted by siriusblachk


“You rise with the moon, I rise with the sun.”  - (x)


We keep our island in our mind, and when it’s time to find home, we know the way.

After Chat leaves and Ladybug is left standing on the roof she shakes the rose she’s holding slowly. Like she’s thinking. It’s a difficult choice. To tell Chat that they can’t get to know each other better because of their superhero jobs. She doesn’t want to get his hopes up and even admitted that there’s a boy she likes. 

She realizes that this is a dangerous job especially since a lot of people are at risk if their identities are discovered. She thinks with her head and not her heart for that will keep them safe but doing so may end up hurting her heart. 

The girl is just as oblivious as Adrien is when it comes to love. Now that’s she aware that Chat loves her. She may have a hard time thinking her head now. Especially after that sweet kiss on the cheek.  

I wanted to point out this scene as it’s something that’s can easily be missed. You can’t see her shake the rose very well in the gif (you can see it a little better in the video.) The rose really does go with her costume. 


every episode of a:tla ⇩ episode two, season one ⋙ book one: water - the avatar returns

“You’re just a child.”

“Well, you’re just a teenager.”


i can’t be in a fandom for more than a week without making or at the very least drawing fanart of a monster au so here you go