coaster west

carolina

she’s got a family in carolina
so far away but she says i remind her of home
feeling oh so far from home

she never saw herself as a west coaster
moved out the way cause her grandma told her towns
better swim before you drown

she’s a good girl
she’s such a good girl
she’s a good girl
she feels so good

she’s got a book for every situation
gets into parties without invitations
how could you ever turn her down

there’s not a drink that i think would sink her
how would i tell her that she’s all i think about
but i guess she just found out

she’s a good girl
she’s such a good girl
she’s a good girl
she feels so good

i met her once and wrote a song about her
i wanna scream yeah 
i wanna shout it out 
and i hope she hears me now

[lalalalalalala break]

she’s a good girl
she’s such a good girl
she’s a good girl
she feels so good (x3)
you make me feel so good
she’s a good girl

i am so gay for first officer michael burnham and we have two. TWO. potential girlfriends for her. cadet tilly and captain philippa georgiou. honestly. my gay heart couldn’t be happier.

Jamaica (Part 2)

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

I hope none of you hated me too much over the cliffhanger in Part One! Anyways, don’t forget to message me and let me know what you think- also, send some requests. I’ve talked to some lovely people so far. Be kind. Love you all. xx - L

Warnings: smut

Word Count: 2,203

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carolina is about a shelter dog

evidence for the theory that Carolina is actually about a shelter dog, brought to you by being at Harry’s concert in Phoenix and listening to him yell SHE’S A GOOD GIRL:

She’s got a family in Carolina
So far away, but she says I remind her of home
Feeling oh so far from home
She never saw herself as a west coaster
Moved all the way ‘cause her grandma told her
“Towns, better swim before you drown”

She didn’t expect to move to the West Coast but her family had to evacuate her so she would survive the hurricane.

She’s a good girl
She’s such a good girl
She’s a good girl
She feels so good

She is well-behaved AND very fluffy and soft.

She’s got a book for every situation
Gets into parties without invitations
How could you ever turn her down?
(who would ever turn a puppy away from a party?)
There’s not a drink that I think could sink her (because puppies don’t drink)
How would I tell her that she’s all I think about? (because he loves her so much)
Well, I guess she just found out 

She’s a good girl
She’s such a good girl
She’s a good girl
She feels so good
She feels so good

Once again, well-behaved. Comes when called, sits on command, etc. 

I met her once and wrote a song about her (Diana is also about a shelter dog, duh)
I wanna scream, yeah
I wanna shout it out
And I hope she hears me now
(it’s important she knows how much he loves her)

La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la

She’s a good girl
She’s such a good girl
She’s a good girl
Feels so good
She feels so good
She feels so good
She feels so good
Oh she’s a good girl
She feels so good (woo)

For a final time, she does what she’s told. Also he enjoys snuggling with her.

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Meet the college student Harry Styles wrote the song 'Carolina' about

The mystery girl who pop star Harry Styles wrote about in love song ‘Carolina’ is a beautiful 20-year-old college student he met on a blind date, DailyMail.com can reveal.

The star was clearly bowled over by pretty brunette Townes Adair Jones who he met in Los Angeles a couple of years ago.

And the One Direction heartthrob decided to include her - and details of their memorable liaison - on his self-titled debut solo album.

DailyMail.com can reveal that Styles, 23, met Townes through mutual friends of her sister, actress Gilland Jones, while on a break from recording his album.

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CAROLINA

[Verse 1]
She’s got a family in Carolina
So far away, but she says I remind her of home
Feeling oh so far from home
She never saw herself as a west coaster
Moved all the way cause her grandma told her towns
Better swim before you drown

[Chorus]
She’s a good girl
She’s such a good girl
Yeah, she’s a good girl
She feels so good

[Verse 2]
She’s got a book for every situation
Gets into parties without invitations
How could you ever turn her down?
I’ve had a dream that I think I’ve seen her
How would I tell her that she’s all I think about?
Well I guess she just found out

[Chorus]
She’s a good girl
She’s such a good girl
Yeah, she’s a good girl
She feels so good

[Bridge]
I met her once and wrote a song about her
I wanna scream, yeah
I wanna shout it out
And I hope she hears me now

[Chorus]
She’s a good girl
She’s such a good girl
Yeah, she’s a good girl
She feels so good
She feels so good
Oh, she feels so good
Yeah, make me feel so good
She’s a good girl
Oh, yeah

In other words, don’t write ‘California scenes.’ 'California scenes’ are scenes in which two characters who hardly know each other sit down over coffee and immediately begin an intimate discussion of the deep, dark secrets of their lives: ’ Oh I had a rotten childhood. To punish me my mother used to flush my head in the toilet.’ 'Huh! You think you had a bad childhood. To punish me my father put dog shit in my shoes and made me go to school like that.

Unguardedly honest and painful confessions between people who have just met are forced and false. When this is pointed out to writers, they will argue that it actually happens, that people share very personal things with total strangers. And I agree. But only in California. Not in Arizona, New York, London, Paris, or anywhere else in the world.

A certain breed of West Coaster carries around prepared deep dark secrets to share with one another at cocktail parties to validate themselves to one another as authentic Californians - 'centered’ and 'in touch with their inner beings.’ When I’m standing over the tortilla dip at such parties and somebody tells me about dog shit in his Keds as a child, my thought is: 'Wow! If that’s the prepared deep dark secret he tells people over the guacamole, what’s the real stuff?’ For there’s always something else. Whatever is said hides what cannot be said.

—  Robert McKee, Story
Carolina

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Jughead finds inspiration in late-night subway rides.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,948

A/N: sorry I’ve been gone for so long, this is the last queued part! I’ll be back next week and start adding more people onto the taglist. until then, enjoy!


Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

The first time Jughead and (Y/N) rode the subway, it was their first Saturday together in New York. After their first week of their internship, they were tired but still eager.  They wanted to do something for their first day off.

“We could visit the Empire State Building?” (Y/N) offered as she sat on the couch in Jughead’s hotel room.

He shrugged.  “I guess, if you want to do something basic and touristy.”

“Well do you have any better ideas?” she countered, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” Jughead sighed.

“Then let’s go to the Empire State Building,” she repeated her suggestion.

“It’s a far walk though,” he said.  “It’ll take us so long to get there.”

“We’ll take the subway, dumbass,” (Y/N) laughed, standing up from her chair.  When Jughead didn’t reply, she laughed again.  “That’s right, you’re from that small town.  Rivertales, or whatever it was.”

“Riverdale,” he corrected.

“Yeah, right,” she approached Jughead and grabbed his hands.  “Now I, too, come from a place where we don’t have subways, but I’ve heard about them.  Have you never seen a movie that takes place in New York City?”

“Sure, of course I have.”

“There’s always a subway scene,” she explained, leading him out the door.  “Now this is ours.”

She’s got a family in Carolina
So far away, but she says I remind her of home
Feeling oh so far from home
She never saw herself as a west coaster
Moved all the way cause her grandma told her
“Townes, better swim before you drown”

“It’s so busy here,” Jughead complained as he and (Y/N) stood in the subway station, awaiting their train.

“It’s Saturday morning, Jughead,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, “what do you expect?”

“I expect everyone else to walk because it’s nice outside.”

“Okay well many people, like us, need to go places that are too far to walk.”  (Y/N) shook her head, but Jughead could hear the smile in her voice.

Finally, their train arrived, and they boarded.  Once the train took off, (Y/N)’s face split into a giant grin.

“Enjoying yourself there?” Jughead asked, smirking at her gleeful appearance.

She took no notice to any sarcasm in his voice and just grinned even wider.  “I fucking love subways!” she exclaimed, spinning as she held onto the pole.

Jughead shook his head, trying to shake the smile off of his face.  “That makes one of us,” he grumbled, attempting to look as malcontented as possible.  

(Y/N) shoved his shoulder. “Stop acting like such a grump,” she reprimanded him.  “I know you like this.”

Jughead did not like subways: the experience was horrible.  The station was crowded, the train was packed, and the speaker was nearly impossible to understand.  He would never admit it, but the only reason he was enjoying his subway ride was because of the girl riding next to him, grinning wider than the Cheshire cat.

She’s a good girl
She’s such a good girl
Yeah, she’s a good girl
She feels so good

The second time they rode the subway, it was the same day they rode it for the first time.  It was after dark, and if it wasn’t for the city lights, Jughead and (Y/N) wouldn’t have been able to see two steps in front of them.  After they visited the Empire State Building, they decided to stay in that area of the city and have dinner and dessert there.  They ended up wandering even further away from their hotel, so Jughead knew they’d have to take the subway back.

“Come on, Jug, it’s not that bad,” (Y/N) encouraged him as they descended the stairs, entering the subway station.  “It’ll be better now that it’s nighttime.”

“We could get mugged down here,” Jughead stated monotonously.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and lightly shoved him.  “We won’t get mugged,” she assured him.

The station was a lot emptier than it had been in the afternoon.  (Y/N) shot Jughead an I-told-you-so look which he ignored.

“I told you,” she muttered, crossing her arms.

Jughead rolled his eyes. “We could still get mugged.”

“By what?” she questioned, uncrossing her arms.  “By one of the five people down here?”

“That means there’s less witnesses,” Jughead explained, smirking at (Y/N)’s frustration with him. “If the guy who will mug us is smart, he’d attack now.”

“Well then why don’t you much someone?” she suggested.  “Since you’re so good at it.”

Jughead pretended to consider it for a moment.  “As much as I’d like to,” he responded, “I don’t think it’d look good at the internship. They seem like the kind of people who frown upon mugging.”

“Really?” (Y/N) inquired, as sarcastic as Jughead.  They were both stifling their laughs.  “I couldn’t tell.”

She’s got a book for every situation
Gets into parties without invitations
How could you ever turn her down?
There’s not a drink that I think could sink her
How would I tell her that she’s all I think about?
Well, I guess she just found out

Their subway car was completely empty.  (Y/N) laughed out loud as she danced around.  

“What are you doing?” Jughead questioned, sitting down across three seats.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”  (Y/N) stopped moving for a moment to glance at him.  “I’m dancing in the empty subway.”

“Is this a part of your New York City movie subway fantasy?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Sure,” (Y/N) laughed. “But I gotta sing in order to fulfill all my desires.”

“God, please no,” Jughead groaned, leaning his head back.  “You’re a writer, (Y/N), not a Broadway performer.”

“Maybe I’m secretly really good at singing and dancing, and I’ve just never revealed these secret talents to you,” she hypothesized, inching closer towards Jughead.

“I highly doubt that,” he shot down her theory.  “You don’t strike me as the singing-dancing type.”

“Well,” she paused for a moment, pursing her lips.  “Yeah, you’re right.”

The two of them burst out laughing, the only witness to their joy being the small surveillance camera.

She’s a good girl
She’s such a good girl
Yeah, she’s a good girl
She feels so good
She feels so good

After that night, Jughead tried to get (Y/N) onto the subway every night he could.  There was something about the atmosphere of an empty subway car that he couldn’t shake, and he found himself yearning for that feeling of euphoria every day.

(Y/N) certainly caught onto Jughead’s sudden desire to go on the subway every night.

“Jug, you’re obsessed,” she told him after he offered a late-night subway ride.

“I’m not obsessed,” he argued, “I just like it.  The atmosphere is amazing.  It’s… inspiring.”

“But only at night?” (Y/N) questioned.

Jughead nodded.  “Exactly.  During the day, the subway is packed and the atmosphere is too wild to be able to get anything.  But at night, there’s barely anyone around, so you can soak up the air.”

“Soak up the air? Jughead, I know we’re writers, but that was utter nonsense.”

“Please, (Y/N),” he begged, “this will help me with my writing.  Maybe it’ll help you with yours too.”

“I just… I don’t know, I’m just not picking up whatever vibes you are.”  She shrugged, crossing her arms.  “It’s great that you’re inspired by it.  So, by all means, go on the subway.  I’ll stay here, though, because that’s not my inspiration.  I can find something else.”

I met her once and wrote a song about her
I wanna scream, yeah
I wanna shout it out
And I hope she hears me now

The fourth time Jughead was on the subway, he hated it.

He hated it more than the first time because there was no grinning girl standing next to him.  He stood alone in an empty car, watching lights flash by.

There was no inspiration. He sat there, waiting for some inspiration to hit him.

“Come on,” he mumbled, scanning the empty train.  “Inspiration, where are you?”

He missed the euphoric feeling of that night, that empty subway car.  

He remembered that he was spread across three seats, so he shifted to recreate that position.  No inspiration came.

Maybe it was that particular subway train.  Maybe there was something about that particular car that had a different atmosphere.

Or maybe it was the one other occupant of that subway car.

“It was her,” he muttered under his breath, frustratedly wiping his face.  “God, it wasn’t the subway, it was her.”  Once he said it aloud, Jughead realized that he knew that the whole time.  

La la la la, la la la la la la
La la la la, la la la la la la
La la la la, la la la la la la
La la la la, la la la la la la

On his fifth time on the subway, Jughead managed to convince (Y/N) to come.

“It’s not that I don’t like the subway,” she explained herself as they waited for their train.  “I just didn’t see the point in getting on the subway with no destination in mind.”

“Oh come on, what about all those cheesy quotes?”  Jughead playfully nudged her.  “‘It’s not about the destination, but rather the journey.’”

“That’s bullshit.”

“I know,” he agreed, staring straight ahead, “but I wanted to give it a shot.  That first night that we were on the subway, I was just slammed with inspiration.  I thought it was late-night subway rides that fed me that creativity.”

“It was obviously my impressive dancing skills,” (Y/N) stated.  

Jughead laughed and nodded. “Actually, I think it was.”

She’s a good girl
She’s such a good girl
She’s a good girl
Feels so good
She feels so good
She feels so good
She feels so good

Once their train arrived, Jughead and (Y/N) ran from car to car until they found an empty one.  

“Do you need me to dance?” (Y/N) asked, already slightly swinging on the subway poles.  “For your inspiration?”

“Dance your heart out.” Jughead reclined in the seats, deciding to occupy only two this time rather than three.  He watched as she twirled around the poles, moving her limbs wildly.  She wasn’t very good; she was not flexible and she had no sense of rhythm, but somehow, that made it even more enticing to Jughead.

“I’m gonna sing,” she warned him.  Jughead made no move to stop her, and he listened as she began to belt out songs that he didn’t know.  Like her dancing, it wasn’t very good; but like her dancing, Jughead still enjoyed watching it.

He pulled out a little notebook and pen that he kept in his pocket and began to write.  As (Y/N) continued her sing-and-dance routine, Jughead feverishly scratched words onto the paper, the words that were flooding his mind.

He found his inspiration.

She’s a good girl
She feels so good
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

“She said it was the best writing she ever read from me!” Jughead gleefully recounted what happened as he and (Y/N) walked home from their internship.

“I knew it,” she grinned. “My amazing, Broadway-worthy skills are pure inspiration.”  Jughead laughed.  “Maybe I should give up on writing and audition for a musical.”

“I don’t think you’re that good,” Jughead stopped her.  “Plus, you can’t give up writing.  Now we just have to find your inspiration.”

(Y/N) hummed in response, trying to think of what could serve as her source of inspiration.

“Oh, I know!” she exclaimed after a silent moment of contemplation.  Jughead raised an eyebrow at her, waiting to hear her idea.  (Y/N) grabbed his hand and started dragging him towards the subway station.  “We’ll go back on the subway, but this time, you’ll sing and dance!”

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Who’s going to be reading new Supercat season one fan fics on Xmas day? And who will be enjoying new gif sets and videos from Supergirl S1 on Xmas day?

This person. right here will be! Whoo Hoooo! The suspense is killing me. Will I even be able to sleep? Anyone know what time it will all appear on AO3?

@supersantafemslash

Update: Someone whispered in my ear: midnight on the 25th EST. So if you are staying up Xmas eve to catch a glimpse of Santa, you can enjoy the new works posted.

West coasters in the USA can enjoy them at an earlier hour on Xmas eve. Early presents for you lucky Supercat addicts.

Reblog to save Christmas for someone.

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Harry Styles muse meme

Meet Me In The Hallway

“Meet me in the hallway.”
“Give me some morphine.”
“Just let me know, I’ll be at the door.”
“Hoping you’ll come around.”
“Maybe we’ll work it out.”
“I gotta get better.”
“Maybe we’ll work it out.”
“Just take the pain away.”
“Gotta get better, and maybe we’ll work it out.”
“We don’t talk about it, it’s something we don’t do.”
“Once you go without it, nothing else will do.”

Sign Of The Times

“Just stop your crying.”
“Welcome to the final show.”
“Hope you’re wearing your best clothes.”
“You look pretty good down here, but you ain’t really good.”
“We never learn, we’ve been here before.”
“We gotta get away from here.”
“They told me that the end is near.”
“Have the time of your life.”
“Remember, everything will be alright.”
“We can meet again somewhere.”
“We don’t talk enough.”
“We should open up before it’s all too much.”

Carolina

“She says I remind her of home.“
"Feeling oh so far from home.”
“She never saw herself as a west coaster.”
“Better swim before you drown.”
“She’s such a good girl.”
“How could you ever turn her down?”
“How would I tell her that she’s all I think about?”
“Well, I guess she just found out.”
“I met her once and wrote a song about her.”

Two Ghosts

“Same white shirt, couple more tattoos.”
“Sounds like something that I used to feel.”
“We’re not who we used to be.”
“We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me, trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat.”
“This was all we used to need.”
“We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me.”
“We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty.”
“I’m just trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat.”

Sweet Creature

“Had another talk about where it’s going wrong.”
“We’re still young.”
“We don’t know where we’re going but we know where we belong.”
“It’s hard when we argue, we’re both stubborn, I know.”
“Wherever I go, you bring me home.”
“Sweet creature, when I run out of road, you bring me home.”
“I always think about you and how we don’t speak enough.”

Only Angel

“I’m still the only one who’s been in love with me.”
“I’m just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth.”
“Couldn’t take you home to mother in a skirt that short, but I think that’s what I like about it.”
“She’s an angel.”
“I must admit I thought I’d like to make you mine.”
“It turns out she’s a devil in between the sheets.”

Kiwi

“She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes.”
“She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it.”
“She’s such an actress.”
“I’m kind of into it.”
“It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it.”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business.”
“She sits beside me like a silhouette.”
“She’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it.”
“I’m gonna pay for this.”

Ever Since New York

“You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do.”
“I need something, tell me something new.”
“I’ve been praying ever since New York.”
“Tell me something I don’t already know.”

Woman

“Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and then see what we find?”
“I’m selfish, I know, but I don’t ever want to see you with him.”
“I’m selfish, I know.”
“I told you, but I know you never listen.”
“I hope you can see the shape that I’m in.”
“While he’s touching your skin, he’s right where I should.”
“Apologies are never gonna fix this.”
“I’m empty, I know.”
“Promises are broken like a stitch is.”
“This thing upon me, howls like a beast.”

From The Dining Table

“Woke up alone in this hotel room, played with myself, where were you?”
“Fell back to sleep, I got drunk by noon.”
“I’ve never felt less cool.”
“We haven’t spoke since you went away.”
“Comfortable silence is so overrated.”
“Why won’t you ever be the first one to break?”
“Even my phone misses your call, by the way.”
“I see you gave him my old t-shirt.”
“Why won’t you ever say what you want to say?”
“Maybe one day you’ll call me and tell me that you’re sorry, too.”
“Woke up the girl who looked just like you, I almost said your name.”

(Bonus!) Don’t Let Me Go

“All of a sudden these lights are blinding me.”
“This bed was never made for two.”
“I’ll keep my arms wide open.”
“Don’t let me go, ‘cause I’m tired of feeling alone.”
“I promised one day that I’d bring you back a star.”
“Seems like these days I watch you from afar.”
“Don’t let me go.”
“I’m tired of sleeping alone.”