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thank you, for everything. yeah, no bother. since when did you get nice? well, maybe i’ve always been that way, and you just didn’t see it. you’ve been amazing these last two days. i just bought you a passport … some spare pair of kecks! there were times you wouldn’t spit on me. nah, i’d always spit on you! and hated me. and i’ve hated you. 

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@ask-cadet-yuki-nightrose I was listening to this then thought, “Would Melody find this offensive or dance to it like nobodies business?”

To nineteen year old me,

You will meet someone who will turn your whole world upside down. The moment you see him, you are going to know that he is going to mean something to you. He will be unlike anyone you have ever met. He will make you feel things you have long forgotten how to feel. He will infuriate you and yet at the same time he will make you happier than you have felt in a long time. He will cause your emotions to crash around like a hurricane. He will burst into your life like a firework and make you feel like you have never seen so much colour in your life.

He will consume you, but you will think it’s okay. You will learn everything about him, all the bad things but you will make excuses for him because you will see all the good, too. You will insist that people aren’t perfect and he’s allowed to make mistakes. You will ignore the alarm bells that are ringing in your head because you like the way he makes you feel. You will tell yourself that people are not defined by their decisions. You will tell yourself that he has a good heart; you know because he has been kind to you. You know because he shows you parts of him that your friends never get to see. You will tell your friends that they just don’t get him like you do. You will use every cliche in the book because you like the way he makes you feel.

You’ve never felt the way he makes you feel before. Not once has anyone made you feel wanted in the way he does. He showers your with compliments and gives you all of his attention. He gets jealous when other boys compliment you, and you think it’s cute. You love the way he’s so into you and no one else. You love the way he keeps trying to get you to go out with him, even though you’re scared as hell because somewhere, deep down, you could list a thousand reasons why he is not a safe bet. So you keep him at arms length because you’re terrified of the way you feel about him and because you don’t want to want anyone as much as you want him. He tells you he loves you and it makes you smile for days. You haven’t even been on a date yet and he already loves you. A part of you knows that he’s probably just saying the words, but you want to believe that he really does care about you. 

Three years will pass by before you know it. You will have a loose kind of friendship with him, a friendship that you both know is always capable of straying into something more. And then there will be one night where you will have too much too drink, and he will be there, and you will think, ‘what the hell?’ and you will kiss him. You will wonder why you shied away from doing this in the first place. You will be reckless, because you’re tired of always being cautious. You want to be in control for just once, and do whatever you want do do. But your control will soon slip away from you. He will become someone you no longer know, and all of the gut reasons you had deep down about why you should never get involved with him will suddenly become crystal clear.

You will make plans with him, wanting to give this a go. You will remind him that this was always what he wanted and he will smile. But he will cancel those plans, and never give you a real reason why. He will tell you that he feels guilty about how he feels about you. He will come up with a thousand excuses as to why he can’t be with you, but then he’ll change his mind and want you all over again. He will mess with your head like it’s a game, and you will forget all of the good things he made you feel on the night you first met him. The jealousy that you thought was so cute three years ago will become unbearable. He will accuse you of sleeping with your best friend, of liking his friend more than him. He will try to make you think it is your fault, and he just might succeed for a while.

He will make you miserable for months. He will keep you hanging on a string while he pushes you away, and just when you think you’re done, he will pull you back in again. He will turn the charm on when you think you are ready to move on and have you running right back, almost as if he knows you’re about to walk away.

But it will get better. You will open your eyes and you will start to see him for who he really is. You will get older and wiser through this, and you will look back and realise that maybe you needed to go through it. You will thank him when he tells you you were just a challenge because at least he’s being honest, and even though you don’t know whether to believe him when he tells you he’s so damn sorry, that he does love you, he does care about you, you will know that he is no longer a place for you to call home. You will understand that he is lost, and that he isn’t quite sure what he wants, but you will also understand that it is not your job to fix him. You know that if you try, you are allowing him to breaking you.

You will walk away for good and you will smile when you see the look on his face when he realises that this is it, that he is out of chances. A part of you knows then, that he really does care, at least a little bit. You will know that he will one day regret how he handled the situation. But you will never regret him, the only thing you will regret is letting it carry on for as long as it did.

So, when you meet him, when he bursts into your life like a firework, let him. Let him teach you how to feel again. Let him make you feel good, but don’t for a second confuse it all for love. Don’t let it drag you down. Don’t play the games that he plays. You will walk away a stronger person, trust me. And you will think of him when it’s all over, you will think of him all the time. Sometimes you will hate him for how he treated you, and sometimes you will still care about him, but that’s okay. You’re only human. The important thing is, we make it out okay. At some points it feels like you’re never going to get over him, but you will. You will.

Love,

Twenty-four year old me.

Ode To Special Interests

Ode To Special Interests

A spark bursts to life

A fire burning deep within


Passion wells to the surface

All encompassing and ravenous

Desperate to consume all there is


Joy bubbles out and over

A warmth spreading through

My whole being burning with delight


This new interest, new obsession

Taking over my thoughts


Will they understand?

The need to read more

Watch more

Understand more

Devour more


This passion begsto be shared

For all to know and understand

To be spoken of endlessly


This interest so special

Brings happiness and comfort

To a murky world

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anonymous asked:

rose and tulip?

Rose: Are you currently in love with someone?

yes very she burst into my life like the music of angels the light of the sun and all that because she’s literally the best and also she’s gorgeous and smart and funny and i love her so much and she calls me her sunflower and that’s the cutest thing ever and she helps me see the good things in the world and yes yes i am 

tl;dr: yep and she’s wonderful @sgt-bucky <3


Tulip:  For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?

hmmmm….i’m gonna go with marbled chocolate and strawberry with white frosting and modeling chocolate flowers bc my sister’s a baker and i’ve already requested this


thank you!!!

And Hilbert’s reminded of the earth by Eiffel, not belonging to anyone, not anyone’s to keep, not confined to anyone’s rules and regulations, maddening and wonderful and frustrating, bursting to the brim with life and adventure and possibility and hope and he sees it in him with every single moment of Eiffel’s existence, every pop culture reference, every joke, every emotion, everything.
And Eiffel sees in Hilbert the water, cool and quick and adapting and always running through your fingers in your cupped hands, not because it wants to, but because that’s it’s nature, because that’s what time turned it into, a force of destruction and life and breaking rocks and wearing away shores while quenching thirst and helping things grow.
—  A thing I wrote once

Here is this week’s Fic Rec!

1. Whirlwind (21k) by dolce_piccante

AU. Acclaimed actor, Hollywood heartthrob, and Oscar nominee, Harry Styles, seems to have the world at his feet, but seeks out an old friend when he needs a date for his big night.

2. The Inside (30k) by anomalation

Louis is a massive idiot who ends up in prison because of his boyfriend - though he should really make that his ex-boyfriend soon. Inside, he meets Haz, a young inmate who is very intimidating. Kind of.

3. Bloodline (177k) by banana_louis

Louis doesn’t know how to feel when his best friend, Liam, finds out about a brother that he never knew, who was placed for adoption before he was born and is bursting into his life at twenty-four years old.

Louis is very wary of the man who might replace him. He has always thought of Liam as his own brother.

What if Liam doesn’t need him anymore? What if there’s no room for Louis? After all, blood runs thicker than water.

Louis doesn’t like Liam’s new brother and he doesn’t even know him. That’s irrelevant, though.

He doesn’t like him. He doesn’t trust him. He doesn’t want him hanging around. He doesn’t want anything to do with him.

That is, until he meets him.

4. What A Feeling To Be A King Beside You (16k) by itsprobablylarry

“Tomlinson. Louis Tomlinson, Duke of Wellington, your highness,” the man, or boy considering he seems to be around Harry’s age or slightly older, says with a wink and a quick bow.

Huh. Duke of Wellington. Harry recalls once meeting the Duke of Wellington. He probably wasn’t a day over 7 years and honestly only remembers a mischievous boy with blue eyes that poured gravy on him. But now that he thinks about it, the Duke in front of him does have pretty, blue eyes as well. He’s also got a nice smile and a beautiful jawline covered in short stubble. His chestnut hair is done up in a perfect quiff and his dark navy suit is perfectly tailored to his body. He’s fit.

(Basically: Harry is the Prince of Wales and Louis is the Duke of Wellington. They fall in love.)

5. To Destroy a Dam (198k) by Evancalous

“Are you scared?” Louis focused on breathing: ‘In-out-in-out. This isn’t right. This isn’t even close to being right.’ Without thinking, Louis took his left hand and placed it on top of Harry’s.
“Yes.”
__________

AKA: Louis and Harry are best friends for six years. They lose touch, and sixteen years later, fate collides their paths into each other again.

6. Come As You Are (12k) by AFangirlFantasy

Mr. Tomlinson,
You have been cordially invited to
Holmes Chapel Comprehensive School’s
Class of 2006 Tenth Year Reunion.

or

highschool reunion au where Harry is Niall’s flatmate, Zayn and Liam are married, and Louis is just trying to find his way back home.

         It had been a long summer. Certainly not the longest of his life but one of the most exhausting. The life of a pretentious noble and fancy half-dead dinner parties were not for him, though he certainly enjoyed the aspect of being around his extended family ( and by default further from his mother ). He still looked forward to being back on familiar ground and surrounded by familiar faces. It was a little early for school supply shopping, but Leo liked to get the worst of the parts done with as soon as he could, so he made his way towards Diagon Alley two days after coming back from Italy. 

            As expected it was bursting with life and rejuvenated the youth with new-found energy. He easily slipped from his stoic, neutral expression t one of of joy, happily stopping and chatting with his school mates whenever he happened to run into one. He grew increasingly happier with his decision to leave his trip early and return without his mother so he could enjoy the time spent in the wizarding quarter without her shadow looming over her. He almost skipped towards Flourish and Blotts, entering the bookstore while digging through his pocket for his school list when he stopped between rows of shelves when a familiar figure came into his vision. 

           It seemed as though he was struck by a ray of light when his eyes wandered over Valentine, a soft, awestruck expression painting itself over his feature and a feeling of longing and love overflowing him all at once – feelings he kept hidden and only dared to entertain during the dead of the night when everyone else was already sleeping. A soft noise parted from his lips as he inched closer, feeling the ache of missing him in that month and a half dig through his heart and stomach, forcing his feet to move towards his boyfriend in slow, soft steps, as if afraid he was only a hallucination.  ❛ Valentine. ❜ He called out when he was close enough that he didn’t need to shout anymore, lips spreading into a wide grin at the sound of his name leaving him again.

catvampcrazines  asked:

Harrisco. Body painting.

It should tickle, Cisco thought vaguely as the small brush swirled up over his arm leaving an alarmingly bright shade of blue in it’s wake. The pressure and the damp of the brush made the touch more like the tip of a tongue than an impersonal bit of bristle.

“Hold still,” Harrison admonished, so quiet and soft that the words whispered through Cisco’s hair to rest welcome in his ear.

The blue gave way to green and green to yellow. The twists and spins made no particular pattern, but it suggested something bursting with life. The brushes traveled away from his arm, draping over his shoulder and down his back. Harrison’s breath drifted over the paint, the suggestion of a breeze over the drying pigment.

Cisco. Cisco held still. Held the moment. Watched the paint dry and counted the seconds.

Harrison’s hand curled over his hip. Holding. Holding steady.

Cisco watched a rose bloom over his stomach.

He probably imagined the brush of something softer than a brush over the singular sharp thorn.

He held steady.

He held. And the brush swirled on.

Guys……play nice. Remember in the grand scheme of things, your ego is worth nothing, none of us are really that important, and you are the size of an insignificant ant hurtling through time and space. So, let’s use our short burst of life wisely and not in dead-end pursuits, such as antagonizing each other.

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Originally posted by mamotte

Closed RP w/ @claymoreshere


Standing above the toppled enormous man, is a small boy, his eyes giving off an eerie red glow, as his hand, trickling with electricity, hovers dangerously over the man. The youngster blinks, innocence bursting into life in his eyes, as he looked about confused as to what was happening, analyzing the situation. Just a moment ago, the seemingly young man, had been acting like a complete different person: like a demon. Moving with inhuman nimble speeds, trying to annihilate the man in front of him, and almost succeeding, if not for the strange sudden change in behavior.

He finally brings his gaze bellow him, lowering his hand slowly, the electric current fading from his hand. He tilts his head in confusion as he spots the man, and squads down to get a closer look at him before speaking.

✘ “Hey old man, what are you doing down there? There’s better places to take a nap than there!”

The universe bursts into existence from life, not the other way around as we have been taught. For each life there is a universe, its own universe. We generate spheres of reality, individual bubbles of existence. Our planet is comprised of billions of spheres of reality, generated by each individual human and perhaps even by each animal.
—  Robert Lanza -brainyquote.com