brain formation

People like us  
are born with stardust in our bones,  
with sunsets on our lips,  
with supernovas in our chests  
     ready to explode

People like us  
are born with glittering white slates,  
with hands clean as the first snowfall,  
with smiles bright as sunlit mornings  
     just so we can stain them red

People like us  
are born with no time on our clocks   
with no gravesite marked with our names,  
with no afterlife waiting our arrival  
     timeless, deathless, endless

—  people like us: the sinners, the fallen, the ghosts, the heroes ( j.p. )
Patater Week - 2/11 - cuddling
  • Kent and Jack rekindle their friendship and it’s beautiful
  • Kent spends as much time with them as he can
    • hannukah, a new years eve party, a joint 4th of july/birthday bash
    • even the spare weekend off
  • the thing is, tater is always there?? for everything???
  • so, he flies to providence one day
    • his flight is delayed
    • his layovers suck ass
    • his coffee was decaf, I mean how do you accidentally make coffee decaf
    • (if wasn’t an accident, the barista definitely decafed him on purpose because he was kind of being a dramaqueen and the barista just couldn’t handle it anymore)
  • he gets in late, like 2am, so he can’t check in to his hotel because of course he forgot to do it online
  • so, he texts Jack and Bitty (about twelve times each until he wakes them up) and demands to sleep in their guest room
  • tater is there
    • he’s always there
    • doesn’t he have his own apartment?
    • “I live with ex. Ex kick me out. Jack offer I am stay.”
  • Tater heavily suggests he does not take the guest bedroom
    • “wall shares wall with zimboni’s headboard. For small man, itty bitty makes big noise”
  • Kent triest the couch for 2.5 seconds before he realizes it’s a giant piece of shit
    • he plans to take them shopping when the sun rises
  • Tater to the rescue: “I am staying on floor, you stay with.”
  • If he wasn’t so fall down dead tired, Kent would say no
    • and how beautiful Tater is 100% doesn’t factor in
    • or how Big he is, and how nice it will be to be cuddled in those arms
    • even though they’re totally not gonna cuddle, it’s just sleeping
  • tater takes forever to get their “bed” settled
  • it’s the best floor-bed kent has ever seen
    • there are about a million pillows
    • all the blankets are in this uncomfortable looking nest
    • but oh good lord it’s so nice
  • look. Kent doesn’t mean to cuddle at all
  • he doesn’t
  • even if thinking about it was, like, 80% of the reason he said yes
  • but he wakes up at around 4 all tangled with Tater
    • he was totally right about how amazing it feels to be wrapped in Tater’s arms
    • kent’s not as small as everyone makes him out to be, but Tater is just HUGE
    • he falls back to sleep
  • he wakes up again at 6
    • god it’s so early Jack hasn’t even gotten up yet

SO NOW YOU DECIDE WHAT HAPPENS- it’s choose your own adventure, y’all

    • Tater wakes up right after Kent
    • Neither one of them says anything, and they definitely don’t mention the fact that they’re cuddling
    • or how much they both love it
    • or how Tater’s hand is rubbing soft circles over Kent’s back
    • or the way Kent’s hand is just the perfect size to hold on to Tater’s shoulder
    • and they don’t mention it when Jack and Bitty ask when Kent got in and was the guest room okay?
    • And they don’t have to mention it when Tater slips his number into Kent’s back pocket before he leaves with Jack on a run
    • kent realizes very quickly that he has A Problem
    • that is pressing very insistently into Tater’s hip
    • and Tater seems to have A Problem, too
    • before he can manage to pull himself out of the tangle of limbs, Tater wakes up too
    • they both kind of fumble around about who should get up and that doesn’t help the situation any
    • the fumbling turns more into dry humping than anything else
    • and then dry humping turns into kent riding tater’s leg
    • then coming in their pants like teenagers
    • maybe it happens the next night, too, because kent already didn’t check into his hotel one night, what’s another night sleeping on the floor
    • or not really sleeping on the floor, more accurately
    • (they give Jack and Bitty a run for their money in volume levels)

things that should absolutely be drawn: hiro hamada holding his oscar out to moana but with a sticky note over the nameplate so it reads ‘moana’ instead of ‘big hero 6’

no romance, just disney kids supporting each other

literally tag me if you do the thing i’ll cry

“Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers.”

How convenient that I have exactly five works on my ao3. Oh-ho-ho.
Tagged by the lovely @dragonie, who can do no wrong.

if i cannot bend heaven, i will raise hell
The time has come for Fatebinder-turned-Archon Inkar to face the Court’s judgement. And unfortunately for the Adjudicator, his former vassal is just itching to exercise the considerable extents of her newfound power.

I like this one because I felt like I really managed to capture the weird dynamic between Inkar and Mark, as well as introduce my favorite murder-child. This is a Tyranny fan-fic, and if you haven’t played this particular gem of a game (another success by Obsidian!) yet, you should get on that. Especially if you’re like me and have a proclivity towards villainous or morally grey characters.

the skies above
Before she joined the Alliance, Shepard’s life revolved around one simple rule: survival, at all costs.

Sometimes (often) I look back on this and wonder how I managed to string that many words together in a cohesive narrative without having a pre-established game scene to build off of. Anyways, brain, if you could like, do a repeat performance, that’d be great.

no man left behind
Jeff is the brother that Shepard never had.

I just really love Joker okay??

goodnight and joy be with you all
Sometimes the past sneaks up on us when we least expect it. Shepard doesn’t talk about Torfan. Her former CO, however, can’t seem to forget it.

One day I’ll actually write Shepard’s personal account of Torfan, but writing action scenes terrifies me, so, you know.

just don’t lie to me
Everyone’s a little in love with Commander Shepard; some more than others.

I’m not sorry, Kaidan!

Uhhh phew do I actually know people who write?? What are mutuals?? tagging @nebulaad, @v3ilfire, and @battlemastershepard because I think those are ya’ll’s writing blogs and I also think some of you might have done this already but in either case you’re all beautiful.​

anonymous asked:

14, 15

14. what is your favourite childhood memory?

well I once had this dress made of satin and it was really twirly and I liked it a lot and wore it to kindergarten even though it was like 35 degree outside and my mom was so worried 

then one day it just disappeared and I never found it again

fun story huh

15. what is the dreamiest/most surreal thing that has ever happened to you?

ah man it’s hard to remember these stuffs…………. any time my brain goes into overdrive is a good candidate I guess. the worst time was after I read Calgary’s 200 Phenomenas. I didnt sleep a wink that night because my brain couldnt slow down and I spent the whole night staring at the ceiling of my room thinking about concepts from that stuff. Why that is the thing that influenced me that much is still a mystery

I’m not saying there was a point to it, but I might have spent a little too much time making a transparent Bucky Barnes as he runs into battle… and you know… I’d already made it… Sooo waste not want not? I guess.

excerpts from block b’s group chat

aka i got bored in my lecture

Kyung: or when where what how
Minhyuk: of course you would get off listening to your own songs
Kyung: better than watching videos of myself dancing
Minhyuk: wtf it was once

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anonymous asked:

so you know the song My I yeah the one that saved all of China and the globe yeah that one so i was listening to it last night and thinking about how amazing the dance would look if they would just release it and suddenly my brain started creating dance formations for a duet to the song and like i just damn i need this chinaline dance i'm creating my own freaking choreo because i need it so bad ughhfjfnf (oh btw it's the anon that went on a sappy rant about her bf that one time a while ago lol)

I need a choreo for this song soooo bad like imagine how amazing it would be

For every story where you kiss her; there is a story where you don’t. There is a story where you tell her everything, there is a story where you tell her nothing, there is a story where you stand in front of her with blood on your hands and all you can tell her is that you’re sorry.

The best stories are the oldest ones, the ones stitched into the fabric of the universe, told again and again across worlds and throughout galaxies, with every ‘once upon a time’ piercing it anew. You fall in and out of love with her across the long stretches of time and space, your paths interweaving and intertwining, crafted by the alignment of the stars, by the cold hands of fate, by distant, faceless authors with the power to transform you from ruin into rapture and back again.

Not every ‘once upon a time’ is paired with a ‘happily ever after’. The beginnings change, the endings alter, and only the gods know what may happen in between. You are no god, but you do know this:
there is not a single story in which you do not love her.

In this one, she falls from the sky; in that one, she looks up at the stars. In this one, she is standing beside you; in that one, she is a thousand miles away. In this one, you tell her you love her. In that one, you don’t.

In this story, you leave her. In the next one, you stay.
—  may we meet again | e.j

So I was talking with @norcumi last night for the first time on skype, and my brain ran away with me. Pertinent music:

Thus proving that the fastest way to get me to write is to egg me on with loud flaily noises. 

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me: today is a good day!

brain: because of her chronal disassociation, tracer is now permanently stuck at the age of 26, can no longer die from old age, and will have to contend with seeing the rest of the overwatch crew grow old and leave her.