“You take things so hard” “
Your heart’s too big for your body” “
You don’t fucking care.” “
It’s not you, it’s them.” “
You’re one of a kind and no one understands.” “
Your heart’s too big for your body.” “I look at you and I see myself.” “I don’t fucking care.”
“We’ll be a perfect family.” “ Everyone thinks that we’re perfect.” “
Won’t you be a good sister/brother?” “
I see things that nobody else sees.” “
No one ever listens.” “
Places, places, get in your places.” “
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces.” “Smile for the picture.”
“Blood still stains when the sheets are washed.” “Kids are still depressed when you dress them up.” “
He/She doesn’t think I’m that fucking dumb does he/she?” “
He’s/She’s still dead when you’re done with the bottle.” “If they give you a new pill then you will buy it.” “
If they say to kill yourself, then you will try it.” “
All the makeup in the world, won’t make you less insecure.” “
Sex don’t sleep when the lights are off.”
Will I catch up to love?” “I feel like I’m glued on tight to this carousel.” “
Oh, come, take my hand.” “It’s all fun and games ‘til somebody falls in love.” “Chasing after you is like a fairytale.” “We’re always this close,” “Right when I’m near, it’s like you dissapear.” “
Where’d you go?” “
Why did you steal my cotton candy heart?”
You’ll never catch me cry.” “
Fuck your degree.” “
I’m not a little kid now.” “
Are you smarter than me now?” “But you’re not my daddy and I’m not your dolly.” “”You think you’re smarter than me”
“Think I just remembered something.” “
I’m tired of being careful.” “
Let me under your skin.” “
I said too much.” “
Why do I always spill?” “
Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap.” “
God, I wish I never spoke.” “
Think I got myself in trouble.” “
I’m sick of all the games I have to play.”
I carry band-aids on me now for when your soft hands hit the jagged ground.” “
Promise I won’t push you straight to the dirt.” “
Love everything you do.” “
you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do.” “
It’s not like I’m asking to be your wife/husband.” “
I wanna make you mine, but that’s hard to say.” “
Is this coming off in a cheesy way?”
“Tell me what to do to make it all feel better.” “
Maybe it’s a cruel joke on me.” “
Just means there’s way more cake for me.” “
It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.” “
I wouldn’t have been trapped inside this hell that holds me.” “
I’ll cry until the candles burn down this place.” “It feels like I’m dying.” “
I’ll cry until my pity party’s in flames.”
Tag, You’re It
“I’ll cut you up and make you dinner.” “
You’ve reached the end, you are the winner” “
He chased me and he wouldn’t stop.” “
Can anybody hear me? I’m hidden under ground.”
“Tag, you’re it, tag, tag, you’re it.” “
I can taste your skin in my teeth.”
“I love it when I hear you breathing.” “
I hope to God you’re never leaving”
“Can anybody hear me? Am I talking to myself?” “
Your mother said to pick the very best girl/boy and I am.”
Milk and Cookies
“I’m done with this.” “
I’m fucking crazy, need my prescription filled.” “
Do you like my cookies? They’re made just for you.” “
Ashes, ashes, time to go down.” “
Do you want me now?” “Can’t take it anymore.” “
Sing you a lullaby where you die at the end.” “
Never want to see you again.” “Shit behind the curtain that I’m sick of sugarcoatin’.”
“Someone told me stay away from things that aren’t yours.” “
She’s getting on my nerves.” “
Stop lying with those words.”
Mrs. Potato Head
“Don’t be dramatic, it’s only some plastic.” “
No one will love you if you’re unattractive.” “
Is it true that pain is beauty?” “
Do you swear you’ll stay forever?” “
It’s such a waste.”
This dream, dream is a killer.” “
I really hate being safe.” “
The normals, they make me afraid.” “
The crazies, they make me feel sane.” “
I’m nuts, baby, I’m mad.” “
You think I’m psycho, you think I’m gone” “
So what if I’m crazy? The best people are.” “
Where is my prescription?”
“You can be Alice,I’ll be the mad hatter.” “
That’s probably the reason that we get along.”
Just me and you and you and me alone.” “
I don’t want to play no games.” “
I’m tired of always chasing, chasing after you.” “
I don’t give a fuck about you anyways.” “
Whoever said I gave a shit ‘bout you?” “
I wish I didn’t care all the time.” “
I never know what you need.” “
You know I give a fuck about you everyday.”
Gave you love, put my heart inside you.” “
I wasn’t scared.” “
Should I be scared?” “
How did love become so violent?” “
Everything was so sweet until you tried to kill me.” “
I didn’t outgrow you, I just didn’t know you.” “
I’m fucking scared.”
“ I feel like I’m just missing something whenever you leave.” “
We’ve got all the ingredients except you loving me.” “
I’m not a piece of cake.” “
So I’m taking back what’s mine.” “
You’re just a piece of meat to me.”
I saw an image of Lance with robot legs and I thought, well, time to write some Langst.
TW: Blood, gore, limb loss
Lance screamed. Loud.
He clutched his leg, blood spurting past his fingers, and screamed again. Lance writhed against the wall of his Lion, inhaling only to scream again, and again, and then sob.
He couldn’t breathe, he couldn't— all there was in this moment was him, and the blood pooling on the floor, and the sight of his bones jutting out between his fingertips. “FUCK—God, someone— please, please help me, someone, please—” he inhaled a shuddering breath, sucking his bleeding lip into his mouth.
He shifted, needing to reach his control panel, but such incredible pain lanced through his body that he collapsed to his knee and screamed to the floor, feeling his throat shred with the effort. There was so much blood here. On the floor, on his hands. Dripping down his forehead.
Blue was silent.
“Can anybody hear me?” Lance was crying now, salty tears diluting saltier blood. “Please— I need help, I can't—my leg—” He could hardly think. His thoughts swirled around him, much like the floor, which was suddenly rising to meet him.
He passed out.
Static crackled, as well as disjointed, distorted screeching, through everyone’s comms.
There was a pause. More screaming.
“Who is that?” Pidge asked through the wailing, sounding scared. Like the little girl she was.
“Paladins. Role call!” Shiro barked, visibly paling when the only response missing was Lance.
“Fuck! God—” Static, before the audio cut out completely. Shiro’s breathing quickened, anxiety making his hands quake on the controls. “please, me, someone, please—” and then more screaming.
Shiro’s heart plummeted.
“Hunk! Grab Lance’s lion and get back to the Castle immediately. Keith, you take out the remaining ships with Pidge. If you can’t handle the ships, retreat immediately. Don’t you dare push yourself. I’ll escort Hunk.”
“Shiro, I want to go with y—”
Keith didn’t get to finish his protest before Shiro shouted back. “That is a direct order, Keith. Get going everyone. NOW.”
Keith clamped his mouth shut and did as he was told. With every ship he destroyed, it was one ship closer to getting back to Lance. To his Lance.
“I’ll be back for you,” he murmured.
Lance was unconscious as Hunk barreled through the hallways, trying to avoid the warm rivulets of thick blood dripping slowly down his armor and his hands. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he muttered, but Lance wasn’t awake to hear him.
Shiro, Allura, and Coran’s feet pounding behind him were unsettling, but the sight of Lance, incapacitated once more—but without his fucking leg— made him nauseous. Most things tended to, but this was a painful type of nausea that comes with the thought of maybe losing a friend.
Hunk slammed into the door to the healing bay, clutching his friend ever tighter as he waited for the pods to be set up. “What happened?” Allura demanded, and Hunk felt helpless as he shrugged.
“We don't—I don't—” He stammered, tears welling in his eyes. “We don’t know, Princess. We just heard him screaming, and we didn’t know it was him at first, and then—” He broke off, his voice giving way as he started to cry in earnest. Shiro placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Where are the other Paladins?”
“They’re out destroying the rest of the ships on the planet.” Shiro answered, his face still devastatingly pale.
Allura nodded, motioning for Hunk to put Lance down on a cot. The Yellow Paladin hovered nearby, watching as Coran diligently cleaned his leg and wrapped it in some kind of gauze. Allura booted up the pod, and no one had the heart to tell Hunk to sit back as they gently lifted him in. Hunk watched the pod freeze, sniffling loudly. “How long will he be in there?”
Allura and Coran shared a look with Shiro.
“For a while,” Coran told him gently.
Hunk burst into tears again.
Lance floated in a dream, watching a blinding light flash in his lion before blood drowned him over and over and over and over and—
Some writing to celebrate VLD’s one year anniversary! This may be a bit late in the day, but I was really busy… whoops.
This is the first of four parts, and the parts are just going to get longer, so sorry if this is too short. The next three parts should be up soon. Yes, I’m posting a multi-chapter-ish thing. Today seemed a good day to do it.
Vague Summary: Lance and Keith get captured while on a solo mission… and separated. Lance is very badly injured already, which is not a situation one wants to deal with when in a Galra prison cell. And Keith is worried. (This is also kind of inspired by Jeremy Shada’s “I mean, Lance dies, so that’ll be fun,” when talking about season 3).
Psst: @voltronpaella the best beta, @dogsahoy this is the thing I was telling you about, and @taylor-tut you’ll probably like the other parts better, but I wanted to tag you with my angst anyway if you want me to stop tagging you in my whump/illness/injury stuff just say the word
Keith woke up to an empty cell. The
room was dimly lit, a faint purple glow making it just possible
to see. As his eyes adjusted, the ache on the back of his head
reminded him of exactly how he ended up here.
Keith supposed he should feel lucky.
After all, once the sentries surrounded him, he figured they’d just
kill him. Still, it was hard to feel optimistic when he was stuck in
a Galra prison cell with no hope of escape.
It’d been no one’s fault, really. The
rebel group Matt was a part of had been reported captured, and taken
into this prison base. They had to act fast, before the prisoners
were sent off to other locations. Two of the Paladins infiltrated,
while the rest monitored from the castle, opting for a stealth job.
And, like so many other plans before
it, everything had gone to shit.
Keith had been holding off a large
crowd of sentries, but once Lance’s location was discovered—
HI!!! i’ve been dead and i’m still dead HAHAHAHA school is following me through summer :(( i should really learn how to say no to these extracurricular projects (i feel like a big pushover T_T). since i accepted them, i don’t have the right to complain HAHA :((
i’m planning to quit the newspaper team next year though, and i hope that lessens the workload, because i felt like i didn’t do well academically this year T_T
also i got a haircut!! at my not regular salon. so it’s kind of weird for me HAHAHAHA why are haircuts only nice on the day they’re done T_T i don’t have the time/skills/effort to blowdry my hair every day HAHAhuhuhu
so far, i haven’t felt the summer vacation vibes at all because i still go to school for extracurricular work :(( AND IT’S ALSO REALLY HOT ALL THE TIME why are we so close to the equator, my life is on fire, i’ve never used an umbrella outside so much while it isn’t raining
but!!! !! !! i’ve found some ways to relieve stress!! which is playing music!! <3 (even though i’m not the best at it HAHAHAHA) i might get a condenser mic soon!! and i’m going to play with it forever (and maybe i’ll share a link to my really bad soundcloud) HAHAHA
also, my nerd music friend (portrayed as a bucket here, because drawing him takes too much effort) reintroduced me to a lot of john mayer videos and now i think i have a crush on john mayer. why is he so perfect with his god guitar hands and voice (nerd bucket has also been trying to play john mayer songs. he’s very angry and is fascinated with john mayer’s thumb)
i’m hoping that after majority of my work is done (my big deadlines are near the end of this month) i’ll be able to practice more music and drawing!! though i still have to study for college entrance exams (i’m honestly so nervous HAHAHA T_T)
oh!! and i’ve been helping out in this game called Golden Hour (if you haven’t seen it, check the devblog out here!!! I’M REALLY EXCITED FOR IT) as a part of their junior squad (i’m the maknae huhu)!!! <3 it’s really cool and i’m in love with all the characters HAHAHA sweats nervously
i’ll still be posting some art from time to time here!! i recently tried the whole grayscale painting and overlaying color thing (HAHAHA I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S CALLED T_T) and it’s got me procrastinating on work :(( drawing is one of the only stress reliefs i have nowadays
I ALSO RECENTLY DISCOVERED ARTSTATION AND OMG IT’S ART PARADISE I AM NOT WORTHY i just lurk around and occasionally post illustrations there HAHAHA
that’s all!!! here’s to more posts in the future! and here is a doodle of me kicking nerd bucket (i know ur reading this) because he’s mean. but he’s good at music. so i forgive him
Hi my name is Jonathan Rich'ard Guy Greenwood and I have the softest and shiniest dark brown hair the entire world has ever seen (that’s how I got my name) that I like to hide my face behind and warm hazel eyes like limpid amber and a lot of people tell me I looked like a girl in the 90s (AN: if u don’t know about those times get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Thom Yorke but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire and never age and I have a little gap between my front teeth. I have pale white skin. I’m also in a band and I once played at a magic school called Hogwarts in England but I usually play guitar in Radiohead where I’m in my 31st year (I’m 45). I’m a nerd (in case you couldn’t tell) and I these days I mostly wear nice shirts and sweaters. I love Thoms clothes so I sometimes steal them and call it a hand-me-down. For example today I was wearing a tshirt with a rooster on it and a pair of jeans and white sneakers. I was walking around on stage at the Hollywood Bowl during soundcheck. It was the beginning of Idiotheque and I could hide behind my modular synth, which I was very happy about. Thom Yorke started singing “I can see the crack in your ass, Jonny”. I put up my middle finger at him.
What’s the point of being on top, All the money in the world, If I can’t blow it all on on you. So, send the cars back, Put the house on the market, And my big dreams too. Because it’s all so clear, Now without you here, I’m the loser of the year.
Can anybody hear me? Or am I talking to myself? My mind is running empty In the search for someone else Who doesn’t look right through me. It’s all just static in my head Can anybody tell me why I’m lonely like a satellite?
I’ve never been the best at honesty, I’ve made more mistakes than I can even count, But things are gonna be so different now, You make me wanna turn it all around. I think of all the games that I have played, The unsuspecting people that I’ve hurt, Deep inside I know I don’t deserve, Another chance to finally make it work.
I’m staring at the clock, I’m wondering why I’m still here. And my head’s about to pop, I’m thinking that you best stay clear. Oh, how did I get stuck in this predicament, I don’t know. I want to throw this repetition out the window. I’m gettin’ tired, of wondering why I’m still here.
Well, maybe one day I’ll be back on my feet And all of this pain will be gone And maybe it won’t be so hard to be me And I’ll find out just where I belong It feels like it’s taking forever But one day things can get better And maybe my time will come And I’ll be the lucky one
“Into the fire she swallowed their hate.” “Now the dream of this life must end.” “Fire doesn’t cleanse, it blackens!” “Mother is God in the eyes of a child.” “Evil wakes in vengeance, be careful what you choose…” “ It’s not me. This whole town. It’s being invaded by the Otherworld.” “Strength must overcome petty desire, childish sleep talk!” “You’ve got to believe me. I’ve not gone crazy, and I’m not fooling around.” “What do you think you’re doing? You want to get yourself killed, get out of here!” “What’s going on with that radio?” “Stop the demon! The demon that is taking that child’s form!” “I’m so scared. Help me. Save me from them…” “Take this, and hope you don’t have to use it.” “I was weak. That’s why I needed you.” “You see it too? For me, it’s always like this.” “I don’t look like a ghost, do I?” “You’ve been laughing at me all along, haven’t you? I’ll kill you!” “In my restless dreams, I see that town…” “What the hell is it? Whatever it is, it’s not human.” “Don’t worry, I’m not crazy… at least, I don’t think so.” “ You’re just a gutless fatso.” “It’s not good. They won’t listen. Nobody will ever forgive me.” “I thought you said the cops were after you.” “You think it’s okay to kill people? You need help.” “The fear of the blood tends to create fear for the flesh.” “When you’re hurt and scared for so long, the fear and pain turn to hate and the hate starts to change the world.” “Yes, yes! And that’s why we need God.” “Monsters? They look like monsters to you?” “I can’t even get anybody to hear me when I yell…” “Hey chill. You don’t see me bringing up your issues.” “ A lot of things have happened since you left.” “Haven’t you noticed that every single clock in this town has stopped at exactly 2:06?” “We’re the ones who decide if we can live with what we’ve done.
Groaning, you sat up on the bed. You’d passed out again, Tony had just been entertaining you about last weeks antics. The last thing you could recall was him imitating drunk Clint before you fell into darkness once more. This time, a smudge of red hair told you you had company once more. You couldn’t quite focus your eyes, the drugs made you drowsy so you rubbed them sleepily, hoping to wake yourself up. You didn’t need a set of eyes to hear her though.
If yer doing requests could you do a timelord!Ezekiel and companion!jake, Jazekiel please. *-^
Woo, this one was a bit of a doozey, but I have to admit it was super fun! Now, I’ve got to be honest here, I stopped watching the show after 11 so most of the actual ‘timelord’ stuff is off of a not-so-trustworthy memory but just…go with it ;)
Sorry for the super long wait, friend, but I seriously hope you enjoy!!
Quotes from the film The Brothers Grimm ( 2005 ) gathered in sentence starter meme form. Send one or more in for our muses to interact!
❝ You’ll never believe it. ❞ ❝ You believed it? ❞ ❝ Where do you come from? ❞ ❝ We’re looking for food and lodging. ❞ ❝ Every second counts. ❞ ❝ It was a hundred years ago. ❞ ❝What can you do for us? ❞ ❝ The exorcism of witches requires a very special method. ❞ ❝ This is no ordinary witch. ❞ ❝ We’ve got no one else to turn to. ❞ ❝ I must tell the whole town. ❞ ❝ That one was a bit of a nightmare. ❞ ❝ Don’t give me that look. ❞ ❝ All you have to do is ride into town and smile. ❞ ❝ You, my friend, have talent. ❞ ❝ Who’s there? ❞ ❝ What’s going on? ❞ ❝ Exactly what am I enduring? ❞ ❝ I gutted the pig myself. ❞ ❝ In the very middle of the wood was the witch’s gingerbread house. ❞ ❝ Keep your eyes open. ❞ ❝ Anyone there? ❞ ❝ Why don’t you have a look around? ❞ ❝ Who are you? ❞ ❝ They’re famous! ❞ ❝ It was a trap. ❞ ❝ Do you understand? ❞ ❝ It’s never turned against us. ❞ ❝ You have nothing further to fear. ❞ ❝ Your salvation is at hand. ❞ ❝ Is your father home? ❞ ❝ You think I care about the village? ❞ ❝ He was trying to run away. ❞ ❝ You shall regain your courage and your joy. ❞ ❝ To the forest! ❞ ❝ Apparently we’re on foot from here. ❞ ❝ What exactly is it meant to do? ❞ ❝ I feel it’s safe to proceed. ❞ ❝ I thought you said the animals don’t come here. ❞ ❝ It’s almost like a smell. ❞ ❝ You’re not afraid, are you? ❞ ❝ What happened here? ❞ ❝ We really should search the tower. ❞ ❝ There’s no way in. ❞ ❝ They say you can hear her screams across the oceans. ❞ ❝ It’s just an old story. ❞ ❝ I’m afraid my instruments aren’t detecting much. ❞ ❝ Don’t trust the trees. ❞ ❝ Show us the way and I’ll give you a kiss. ❞ ❝ There was some kind of presence back there. ❞ ❝ It won’t be long now. ❞ ❝ You’re on your own tomorrow. ❞ ❝ Can I come in? ❞ ❝ How exactly do you intend to save us? ❞ ❝ I thought that went rather well. ❞ ❝ Are you seeing what I’m seeing? ❞ ❝ How many times do I have to tell you? ❞ ❝ I have to go back. ❞ ❝ If you stay, it’ll destroy you too. ❞ ❝ I am in no way responsible. ❞ ❝ Just stay close to your horse. ❞ ❝ This is not your world. ❞ ❝ Magic beans don’t work. ❞ ❝ I’m terrified. You should be too. ❞ ❝ It’s not magic. It’s just shiny. ❞ ❝ Don’t you understand? I have to do this. ❞ ❝ You’re my brother. ❞ ❝ I want you to believe in me. ❞ ❝ I think you’re overcomplicating it. ❞ ❝ I’ll just try to be gentle. ❞ ❝ Make up your mind. ❞ ❝ Good timing. ❞ ❝ Nice disguise. ❞ ❝ Trust the toad. ❞ ❝ It’s enchanted as well. ❞ ❝ What are you wearing? ❞ ❝ That’s a lie. ❞ ❝ How dare you. ❞ ❝ All I wanted was a little order. ❞ ❝ Who’s the fairest of them all? ❞ ❝ Can you save him? ❞ ❝ Can anybody hear me? ❞ ❝ I know this story from my childhood. ❞ ❝ There is still time. ❞ ❝ The spell can be broken with a kiss of true love. ❞ ❝ Maybe you should give it a try. ❞ ❝ Sorry I never believed in you. ❞ ❝ You’re welcome here anytime. ❞ ❝ This is your home. ❞ ❝ The day’s not over yet. ❞ ❝ Would you call this a turning point? ❞
So I was watching the Yahoo interview again and I noticed something interesting. Around 2:05 Louis starts talking about the iCloud leak and explains that the only thing that could leak are his calendars. And Niall then asks Louis what is on his calendars, and Harry (at 2:20) says really quietly “His mum’s gonna know what my birthday present is.” WHAT?! Is that what he said? Did I hear that right?
Because if that is what he said, then he is responding to what could leak from Louis’ phone, basically implying that is the worst Louis’ mum would have to see if something leaked would be what Harry’s birthday gift is going to be. Did that really happen? Are my ears playing tricks on me? Because that was a really coupley thing to say if so. Harry is implying that Louis would have notes and dates involving Harry on his phone. He doesn’t say “our” meaning all the boys, he specifically says “my” as far as I can hear.
frank: You know those, uh… those people? The ones I put down, the people I killed? I want you to know that I’d do it all again. This is a circus, all right? It’s a charade, it’s an act. It’s bullshit about how crazy I am. I ain’t crazy! I’m not crazy. Okay? I know what I did. I know who I am. And I do not need your help. I’m smack-dab in the middle of my right goddamn mind, and any scumbag, any… any lowlife, any maggot piece of shit that I put down, I did it… because I liked it! Hell, I loved it! I’m sittin’ here, I’m… I’m just itching. I’m itching to do it again. And you think… What, you think you’re gonna send me to a nuthouse? Some doctor, they’re gonna get me to stop from doing what I want to do? Well, that ain’t happening! Not on my watch! You people, you call me the Punisher, ain’t that right? The big bad Punisher. Well, here I am! You want it, you got it! I am the Punisher! I’m right here! You want it, I’ll give it to you. And anybody who came here today to hear me whine, to hear me beg? Well, you can kiss my ass! Do you hear me? I’m guilty. Come on, please, Judge! I’m guilty, you hear me? I’m guilty! I’m guilty!
Jack didn’t know where he was. Well, physically he knew. He could see his office, the camera that had run out of battery, the ring light that was still flickering ominously, the screen of his monitor indicating that he he been recording for the last hour. The thing is, he couldn’t touch any of it. He couldn’t get up to see what was wrong with the light. He couldn’t go to the monitor to look back at the footage he had no recollection of recording. Was he dead? Had he finally snapped?