but do i listen

if ur worried bc ur life isn’t going the way you planned or u feel like u haven’t got ur life well put together yet and u think it should be, today i was visiting my old college with my best friend and we were talking to two of our old teachers and we said “you guys really remind us of us just like…with ur shit together” and one of them literally laughed and said “that’s the funniest thing ive heard all day, you think my life is well put together wow”
so don’t worry, u can have a degree, a solid career, a house and family and still be ????? about what ur doing, bc the secret to happiness is realising none of us have any clue what the fuck is going on ever

I just stood up to find my headphones, found them, sat down, then lost them again. 

i am literally such a good person i don’t deserve this treatment what did i ever do to you universe that you must treat me like this

consider, first, that edgeworth actually does move around the chesspieces in his office.

consider second that phoenix, upon delivery of the news that miles edgeworth has chosen death, sprints to his office to discover (among other things) that the red king has been tipped before the blue pawn.

Small Lilo comfort fic, because I felt like shit on Sunday and needed a pick-me-up. Tour era (whichever tour you like best).

Louis doesn’t open his eyes when the bed sheets he’s made himself a cocoon of are pulled away and someone awkwardly slips into his bunk, although he does uncurl his body, making more room for the intruder to squeeze themselves into. His head won’t stop pounding.

“Hey,” Liam whispers, gently stroking Louis’s temple and jaw - to think a couple years back he flinched anytime someone touched him; Louis would grin, if everything didn’t hurt. “Was wondering where you’d gone.”

“Headache,” is all Louis says. Liam’s clothes are crispy cold from his trek outside and Louis presses his face against Liam’s chest with a sigh; the coolness is wonderful against his forehead.

He grunts when Liam shifts away from him, wrapping an arm around his waist just in case Liam’s got delusions about leaving, but all Liam does is press his cold cold lips against Louis’s forehead, right in the middle of his eyebrows, and that feels even better than his sweater did.

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anonymous asked:

Okay but can. I just. REMINDER THAT YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL AND SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE. YOUR LOVE FOR YOUR MUSE AND DAILY REMINDER'S THAT HES A PRECIOUS BEAN WORTH LOVING AND PROTECTING NEVER FAIL TO BRING A SMILE TO MY FACE. I haven't been following you long but I admire your writing and your dedication to your muse! It's great seeing your posts and it is my most sincere hope that they continue for a long while yet!

         I’m conflicted between gross sobbing or screaming because this is so!!!! Nice!!!!


emeraude talking about how the writers room handles different sexualities (x)


okay so this got out of hand but anyway