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Some things will never make sense
Like why you always need to count things three times before you feel satisfied
Or why you can’t stop pulling out your hair
Or why he just doesn’t love you anymore
And it’ll all play in your head millions of times without wearing out like one of the catchiest songs you know
Except this tune will make you wonder where you went wrong 2 years ago
When he said those things that are still on the tip of your tongue, ready to come out in a sob that will make your entire body shake
And will remind you of why he left you for another girl
And why your best friend hasn’t been talking to you lately
And why your parents look at you with disappointment
And you’ll think, “Maybe he was right,
Maybe no one will love me if I’m so fragile,”
So you’ll dig into your skin just to prove how tough you are
But all you’ll end up accomplishing is lying to another doctor about how you feel
Because ever since your heart was broken, you haven’t been able to tell imaginary from real
And your world is still falling apart, even after you’ve cried 3 buckets of tears
And punched 3 holes in the wall
And pulled yourself together 3 times just to break down yet again
And the only change you’ve made in the past 2 years of your life is you’ve stopped lifting your feet at railroad tracks
Because luck doesn’t matter when he’s already long gone and you’re so broken that you’re beyond repair.
—  and 3 years will pass but i still won’t feel satisfied

“But Dipper really has no friends except for Mabel.” 

“But Dipper really has no friends except for Mabel.”

“BUT DIPPER REALLY HAS NO FRIENDS EXCEPT FOR MABEL.”

“̛͇͇̗͖͚B̹̹̱̻͕͍̦Ų͍̲͇̖̮͡͞T̵̗͚̫̟ ̶̹͙͢D̵̬̫͉̠̞͎̗̯͟Í͔̪͈͢P̢̹̮͓͞P͏̢̜͎͇̩̫͜Ȩ̴̥̹̦̖̗̹̗̣͎͝Ṛ͚ ̰̝͓̟́R̛̰̤͎͙͍̼̦̤E̷̷̺̤̳̫̹̖̺̝͡A̜̰͍̺͠L̨̨̝̬̯̬̳Ļ̩͖̰͇͈Y͔̲̮͎ ̺͚̞͍̩͔͔͕̕H̨̙͕͙A͏͓̀S̫̮̼̱͕̘̕͞ ̴̨҉͈̘̟̻͕̱ͅN̴͏̙̳͕̱̝̙ͅƠ̷̜̦ ̷̕҉̞̠͓̺̣͍F̡̛̣̤R͜͏̦̼͔̳̘̭̫ͅI̢̤͝ͅE̻͕̳̬̣͟N̛̺̫͓̤D̼̫͕̹̺̭͙S̷̞̙̼̳̤̕ ͈͕̙̳͓̗È̞̜̯͉̲̼X͔̮̥̰͘͠C̥͙̝̺͞E̡̩͕̞P̬͕͉T̥̣͕͙̩ ̖̘̣̪F̖̬̺̣͘Ò̤͙̗̫̦̱ͅR͕̼̼͕̺͞ ́͏̗̱̙M̴̵̻͍͍̯̦A͇̰̕͠B̟̯͔̠͙̤̱̩É̖͟ͅL͏̣̤͉̥͇͇̫͖̪.͓̞͈"̛̲̖͍

My point is: People say that Ron is the most loyal of Harry’s circle of friends. I disagree with that. He does struggle with his jealousy/envy and it does get in the way of that loyalty, hence: he isn’t the most loyal of characters. Is he loyal? Yes, mostly. Except for when his jealousy/envy rears it’s head, and it rears its head a lot. It’d be a little different if this major flaw of his was explored more, maybe curbed a bit. But it really isn’t. And it leaves a bad taste in my mouth, Anon.

Loyalty is one of my defining traits. Like, if people were to describe me, they’d say two things: too hard on herself and loyal as hell. And I’d never think to abandon a friend when they needed me the most, even if I was envious/jealous as fuck, nor would I even think to treat my friends in the way Ron does to Harry and Hermione while he’s having one of his tantrums. Goblet of Fire could be a guide to Ron’s shitty behavior due to this character flaw, and like, it’s never really addressed. It’s always waved away as, “lmao that’s just ron!” and I just, can’t roll with that. 

So, yeah. I’m not really mad at Ron for having issues, I’m mad at Rowling for not developing this part of his personality enough to have an arc, and at his fans who put him in first standing for ‘most loyal character’ when he’s in 5th or 6th place at best. 

I Need You → Arya&Alec

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One, two, three.. Those three numbers had been replaying in Alec’s head in an attempt to calm himself down. It was as if the ever-present feeling of anxiety hasn’t left him since what happened the day Liam was taken. Since then, he’s been trying everything he could think of in order to fix everything. However, because of that, he has lost numerous hours of sleep and had barely gone outside except for visiting the Dunbar household. After that ordeal, he had locked himself in his room without so much as an explanation to his dad or brother. Occasionally he would leave for food and such, but that’s it. He wouldn’t utter a word to anyone, unless spoken to —but even then it was only a couple of sentences before he retreated back to the confines of his bedroom. 

The texts he received from his girlfriend didn’t exactly help much in his situation. It only made him even more anxious and depressed. Of course he wanted her there with him, but the boy would never want to seem like a burden for the brunette. Running a hand down his face, Alec slowly got up from his desk chair and made his way to his door. He turned the knob and called for his brother from the hallway. “Andy!” He said, giving the younger Scott sibling a small frown when he appeared in front of him. “Listen, I don’t know if she’s really coming or not, but if someone’s knocking on the door later on and it’s Arya —you tell her I’m not at home. Tell her I went out for a walk or something, alright?” Andy gave him a small look of confusion, but still nodded his head in understanding before going back downstairs. Alec let out a sigh; he just hopes his girlfriend doesn’t really show up.

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So I have a lot of headcanons about how James Buchanan Barnes came to call himself Bucky, but my favourite right now is that when he and Steve first introduced themselves, Steve didn’t quite catch his name. Except Steve was super defensive about his hearing problems so he didn’t ask James to repeat it.

But as they became closer friends it became harder and harder for Steve to admit that he didn’t know James’ name. He started calling him “Bucky” in his head (because that’s kinda what his middle name sounded like? Right?) and carefully avoided any situation where he might have to say his name.

And then one day he accidentally says Bucky aloud and James is just like “It’s been three years, Steve. How do you not know my name???”

So Steve makes up some bullshit about it being a nickname, and in ninety seven years of life he hasn’t yet been drunk enough to admit the truth.

general admission - lh

a/n: this is me living my post concert sadness through words. enjoy :-)

Word Count: 1, 413

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To the commoner entering the queue line for the venue, your presence among the thousands of jittery teenage girls would go virtually unnoticed. After all, your attire blended in with the majority of outfits there; jean shorts and some sort of colored converse, a flannel around your waist and a mentally dating luke hemmings shirt loose across your torso, and finally a darkened maroon snap back perched over your tousled hair.

Except the flannel around your waist and the snap back that was two inches two big for your head belonged to the Luke Hemmings, and you were not only mentally but physically dating him. 

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Molly knits herself little caps with cat ears on them and Greg accidentally wears one to a crime scene, after an unfortunate dressed in the dark incident. The first thing Sherlock does when he arrives on that crime scene is screech YOU’RE SLEEPING WITH MOLLY HOOPER and Greg just sorta smirks and mutters, yeah well I’ve got better taste than you do. And Sherlock is like !!!! I HAVE EXCELLENT TASTE IN GAY THINGS BECAUSE I AM GAY, JEROME and he would storm off in a huff, except this is an 8 and he hasn’t seen an 8 in ages and Anderson slips Sally a tenner because he just lost two bets.

Exclusive Belgian interview for the Scorch Trials

Contains the following things;
Filming the movie was physically thought for the cast because they had to run through the desert at 40°C. They sweated a lot.

2 weeks before they started filming they all went training together in New-Mexico to be fit. Except for Thomas, he arrived later on, without doing anything to keep himself fit. But he was still good at running fast.

Rosa got a light concussion because of that one scene she had to fall through a glass window. Every Time they did that shot she hit her head and that was the cause.

The scene were they had to hang upside down caused Dylan to feel nauseous. Also cause by the extremely hot weather.

They say they had an amazing time together. After working they would get something to drink and Dylan, Rosa and Thomas made music. Dylan played the drums, Thomas played bass and Rosa said she ‘tried’ to sing.

everyone knows lucas has been the sportier one between maya and lucas, but what if (for some reason) maya decided to try out for volleyball in high school? like she hasn’t ever done it, but is good enough to make it on the team. so riley, farkle, and lucas go to watch every single game, except one. riley and farkle get paired up for a science project (or some shitty excuse like that) and lucas is just sitting on the stands screaming and stuff. like he’s a lot more enthusiastic (and distracting) than he usually is with riley and farkle. so when she comes over after the game she tells him how much she loves his cheering (he can’t catch the sarcasm bc he heard the word loved and that’s good enough for him) and so now, whenever he goes to see her game he screams and yodels and stands up and almost fights the referee while farkle and riley are so confused on why he’s this passionate about a volleyball game.

but seriously, how would you be able to stand roommate!Michael? he always leaves his stuff out, never throws away his trash in the kitchen, and is always always eating your food! one day, he’ll have left the milk out and you will have had enough. you would huff all the way to his room and not even bother knocking on the door before swinging it open because if he was going to act like a child then you would treat him like one. and he’d be playing a video game, mostly naked except for boxers, and you would just throw the empty milk carton in his lap. he’d look at you, really confused, and you would lay into him. “If you finish the fucking milk, then throw away the empty carton!” he would feel a little amused that you’ve just come to make him throw it away, but he would refuse. “you can just toss it in the bin.” you’d shake your head, not losing your stance and as he tried to hand it back to you, you would shove his hand back. “you made the mess, now pick it up!” his cheeks would flush cause he would think that it was so attractive, the way you were yelling at him and just being so upset. so he’d decide to just mess with you, throwing the empty milk carton across the room with a sturdy “no.” and you’d shoot him a very nasty look before speaking through gritted teeth, “go pick it up and throw it in the bin, michael gordon.” you had heard his middle name before when his mum came to visit but when you used it, he stared into you with a dark and scary intensity. “and if i don’t?” you would want to laugh so bad at his question out of frustration, but you didn’t because your adrenaline would just be rushing through your chest so you’d stand your ground and firmly say “or else i’ll have to punish you!” you hadn’t really meant to say it, the words would have just fallen out of your mouth in your messy emotional state but honestly it wouldn’t matter if you meant it or not because michael would just be all over you, and you’d both be pulling off clothes and having incredibly angry sex. and then every single time he pissed you off, instead of fighting you would just keep having angry sex until you felt better.


–Written really quickly for wanksclifford’s and defcliff0rd’s blurb night.–

Bottom!Jensen Fics

Here is a list of some of my fave bottom!Jensen fics.

First, I’m going to shamelessly promote myself:

We Don’t Act Like That in Texas

We all know what happened at that bar in Austin on Easter - Jensen and Jared were there to have a good time when some asshole bumped into Jared and told him to fuck off. Jared just wasn’t going to take it and told the man, and I quote, “We don’t act like that in Texas.” What we don’t know, but could only guess, was what was going on in Jensen’s head while Jared got all macho.

Word Count: 5104; Rating: Explicit 

Some Color

This is your typical guy-meets-guy story, except, well, maybe it isn’t. When jaded-tattoo artist Jensen moved to Nelsonville, a small but charming town in Indiana, to open his own tattoo parlor he hoped for many things. Falling in love was not one of them, however. A few years down the road he seemed to have achieved quite a bit - a successful business, good (and very unique) friends, and a content, if a bit quiet, life. That’s where Jared comes in. He buys the deserted shop next to Jensen’s (and converts it into a flower shop of all things) as well as the apartment above it, making them neighbors in every sense. Jared quickly takes the hearts of Jensen’s friends by storm and Jensen finds his own is already on the line too, but he’s still fighting tooth and nail. When not even the matchmaking skills of their friends seem do anything to convince these stupid boys that they are perfect for each other, a blow of fate makes Jensen finally reconsider everything. But is Jensen really willing to let Jared in or will past hurts ruin his chance of ever being happy with another person? And what secrets is Jared hiding and just how much is that going to affect them all?

Word Count: 56510; Rating: Mature

They’re both bottom!Jensen :)

Now, onto the rest!

Awaiting On You by Rine and Saklani

Shy, awkward Jensen Ackles attends his sister’s debut party and is saved from the unwanted advances of Lady Jessica Alba by the dashing Jared Padalecki. He is grateful, especially when Jared makes an effort to befriend him and bring him out of his shell. Little does he suspect that Jared has an agenda of his own.

Word Count: 64847; Rating: Explicit

Free to be You and Me by ashtraythief

From the first moment Jared sees the new beta in the pack, he’s head over heels. But after watching Jensen kick not just one but two alpha’s asses, Jared knows he’s going to need more than just charm to win him over.

Word Count: 20187; Rating: Explicit 

Beholder by sandmg

Jared was passionate about the work he did with the animal shelter. Between that and living with Sandy, life was satisfactory. Until the cold night that the filthy, homeless man hidden in an oversized hoodie was dumped at the shelter and Jared couldn’t just turn him out. Even if the man roared and called himself ‘Beast.’ Because under the hood, Jared was sure he caught a glimpse of a prince in those green eyes.

Word Count: 79466; Rating: Mature

In the Company of Wolves by insane_songbird

A war as old as time…A warrior with great honor and a young Alpha on his way to become a leader…with no love lost between wolf and man, will they be able to unite their strength for peace between their people? For you never know whom you can trust… in the company of wolves.

Word Count: 38000; Rating: Explicit

Jensen Ackles Does not Exist by xenodike

In hindsight he realises that, had he just stayed put, had he not worried about the shoelace sticking out from under the desk where he was hiding, they probably wouldn’t have seen him. But they did.

Word Count: 33339; Rating: Explicit

Perfect, Pretty, Mine by bravobeavo

There are very few things in the world that will faze Misha Collins or Sebastian Roche. The rhythmic *thump* *thump* of the headboard of the small bed hitting the wall was one of them. PWP

Word Count: 1417; Rating: Explicit

Exhibition: The Coffee Verse by raeschae

The art gallery across the street from the coffee shop where Jared lives and works is not nearly as interesting as the sculptor who works in the studio above it.

Word Count: 29500; Rating: Explicit

The Play Nice Proviso by qblackheart

When Jensen Ackles first met Jared Padalecki, it was most definitely not love at first sight. It wasn’t even like at first sight. In fact, Jensen hated him, and he had a few good reasons as to why. So what if his new co-star was oblivious to his one-sided warfare? Jensen could deal. Apart from when he couldn’t. So when it came down to picking between Padalecki and his peace of mind, the choice seemed clear. Except for the fact that The Network had his balls in a vice, leaving him stuck with Supernatural, stuck with his idiot co-star, and worst of all, stuck with a ‘Play Nice’ Proviso added to his contract. Well, he could play nice. He would play so nice that the world was going to think that he and Jared Padalecki were the bestest friends in the history of best friends. It was unfortunate then that no one had ever told Jensen what happened when an immovable object met an irresistible force; no one had ever thought to mention that there was a thin line between hate and love; and nothing, absolutely nothing, could have possibly prepared him for Playing Nice with Jared Padalecki.

Word Count: 70000; Rating: Explicit

Someone You Might Have Been by fleshflutter

A J2 AU in which Jared is a secret agent and Jensen is his handler/support tech.

Word Count: 90000; Rating: Explicit

Tight Fit by buttheyrebrothers

Jensen is a size queen but nothing could have prepared him for Jared’s monster cock.

Word Count: 2916; Rating: Explicit

Play With Fire by buttheyrebrothers

This starts where Tight Fit ended. It’s the morning after and breakfast is not the only thing they’re hungry for.

Word Count: 3888; Rating: Explicit

I have a million more, but I hope these are good for now!

Charles Augustus Magnussen lied to Sherlock when he told him all the records of Appledore were in his head, in his mind palace. To be sure, most of them probably were. But there was one important exception.

At the end of Empty Hearse, we see him in his creepy lair watching a film of Sherlock rescuing John from the bonfire. He had to have a hard copy of that event in order to get it into his mind palace. (It would have been pretty hard to remember something he’d never seen in the first place). But then he kept that hard copy … and we know that because John saw it too, when he visited Appledore on Christmas Day.

anonymous asked:

I was at a meet and greet in July and I asked the guys is I could hug them, and all said yes (except Joe, because we were specifically asked not to hug him). When I got to Andy I went one way and he went another (I always have my head turned to the right) and my lips accidentally brushed his cheek. I think he knew it was an accident (from my look of absolute horror) because he said "At least take me to dinner first." And that was the time I -accidentally- kissed Andy Hurley of Fall Out Boy.

THATS ADORABLE OH MYGOD….he totally would say something like that oh my og od ur blessed im glad u got to experience that

j.g. // 1-800-hotline bling

I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing

Y/N POV

It was around 9pm that night and I was fully ready to give up on my homework. Fuck, that shit was doing my head in. However, there really wasn’t much better to be doing that night. Except…

Leaning over my bed, I reached out to grab my phone from the charging dock and scrolled through my recents to look for Jack. 

Jack Gilinsky was a good friend of mine, but nothing more. We’d known each other since our mum’s started working together at the newspaper. We even went to the same high school, and were about to finish Junior Year in a few weeks. 

Lately, Jack and I had been experimenting with our relationship and seeing a lot more of each other than usual. And, by ‘a lot more’, I mean that both in the literal sense and of course, the physical sense. 

Neither of us was in a committed relationship, but after I decided to share my first kiss with him back in Freshman Year, things have been a lot more connected between us. I mean, you’d expect it to be super awkward kissing your best guy friend without having any feelings for him, but with us? It happened to make things a lot easier. 

Unfortunately, neither of us ended up losing our virginity to the other, though. But sex seemed to be a common component in the recent composition. 

It’s what the kids these days call ‘friends with benefits’, but we weren’t the kind to put a label on these things.

Dialing his number, I waited for around three rings before he had the chance to pick up.

“What’s good, baby girl?” He spoke lowly, already sending a shiver down my back. 

“Noooooothing,” I sing-songed before continuing. 

“I was just wondering if you wanted to hang? The rest of my family’s out at the Wilson’s barbeque and I’m really bored.”

“Well, it depends…Is that ‘hang’ like you’ll cook me food and we can cuddle and watch 90210 while you cry over that Ethan guy again, or is this ‘hang’ like the thing we do when -”

Cutting him off, I laughed. 

“Just get your ass here, Gilinsky. And don’t make me wait.”

JACK POV

She’d called me over again for the 4th time that week and the feeling I get when she calls never seems to go away. I always have this tingling sensation at the pit of my stomach, and get all flustered. 

Maybe it was a sign that she felt the same way about me as I did with her? 

To me, whatever we’d been doing these past few months really did mean a lot more than just sex. Each moment was special, and I would never want to feel that way with anyone apart from her. 

But, I was way too nervous to move the relationship any further. I mean, it’s y/n - she could pull any guy she wanted to, why would she go for her best friend? 

And okay, maybe she does one day. What if I fuck up and I don’t have a best friend anymore?

So for now, whatever this was and whatever she wanted it to be, I was happy with it. 

I pulled out of my drive way in my jeep and steadied down the road towards her place. 

We always kind of did things as they came. For me, I always went along to please her because it made me feel good too.

But I wanted y/n all to myself and couldn’t see what could be wrong with that. 

Knocking on the door, I fiddled with my pockets until she answered, slightly nervous about how things would go tonight. 

“Heyaa!” She opened the door, pulling me in for a hug. 

“Hey, what’s up?” I smiled at her, slinging my arm lowly behind her waist.

She leaned up and pecked my cheek and I had to bite down on my tongue to stop myself from blushing. 

“Noooooooooooothing.”

“So, you wanted me here because?” I hummed, following her up the stairs.

“Becaaaaaause you’re my bitch, Gilinsky,” She turned around and winked at me, fully turning me on. 

“BITCH?? I’m so hurt oh wow, well I guess I better turn on netflix on the TV so we can finish season 2 of 90210 right? I’m nobody’s bitch, y/n, you can go fuck yourself,” I stuck my tongue out at her, tickling her sides.

We both collapsed on her bed in fits of laughter and then she nudged me back into her cushions and I straddled her on my lap. Slowly, her fingers tapped across my chest, over my shirt, as she leaned in and kissed me and I deepened the kiss by pulling her into me. 

Fuck, it felt so great - kind of like the shit you see in the movies, you know? The fireworks were there and all, it felt like the first time she’d ever kissed me every time she’d kiss me. 

Inching slowly, she began to lift my shirt over my head and I did the same with her’s, slowly massaging her skin and maneuvering my palms over her cleavage. I flipped us over once she’d thrown my shirt to the side, me having done the same and began to peck away at her neck. She moaned in approval and lifted her heat against my crotch, moving quickly to start something.

“Fuck, y/n don’t do that, I don’t want to come before I’ve even taken my boxers off,” I groaned as she undid my pants and began handing my length. 

Her fingers glided smoothly against it as it got harder and harder at the thought of her and I finally managed to pop open her shorts and drag her panties down.

“Baby, spread your legs.”

Rolling on the condom, I perched my elbows either side of her and re-attached my lips to hers. Her hands tangled in my hair, tugging furiously at the roots and I slammed into her provoking a loud scream which I had to muffle with my hand so the neighbours wouldn’t suspect a thing. 

“Shh baby girl,” I moaned as I felt every inch of her on me, tight and soaked.

I increased my pace and flipped y/n on top of me so she could ride me. Grabbing onto her ass, I squeezed roughly and beckoned her forward as she rolled her hips on me rhythmically. The euphoria inside me continued to build up. 

“Jack, I think I’m going to -”

“Jump off, y/n, I want to taste you,” I rolled on top and pushed her legs aside so that my head was in between her thighs. 

Without warning, I pressed my tongue against her folds as she dripped and licked her clit, flicking it with my tongue. She moaned my name, pushing my face in further before I pulled away and licked my lips. 

“Your turn, shawty,” I winked and positioned my legs either side of her.

Y/n rolled the condom off at an achingly slow pace before wrapping her plump lips around my cock and running her tongue along it. Bobbing her head up and down, she pumped it with varied pressure and I found myself begging her to not stop. I had forgotten to tell her I was going to release and couldn’t help myself as I came into her mouth.

I hummed in pleasure as she crawled beside me, hugging my waist. 

“That was so good, baby,” she pecked my cheek.

I nodded and turned to face her, resting my head on my wrist and supporting it with my elbow. 

“Y/n, what are we?”

“Friends?”

“Is that what it feels like to you every time we do this?” I nudged her chin so she would be facing me. She did her best to avoid eye contact and continued to stare past my shoulder.

“It doesn’t to me, you know?” I brought my lips to hers and left a chaste kiss.

This was just how we did things.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do some Montparnasse head canons?

Glad that you asked, Montparnasse headcanons, yes, I do have a lot of those. Here we go.

 He’s not incredibly fond of people in general but he loves animals. He’ll go over to a person without a word, pat their dog and leave again. Except bugs. He absolutely hates bugs.

 He owns one item in every shade of purple.

 He gets freckles in the summer and it’s really annoying because everyone thinks there cute and he isn’t cute, he’s a dangerous, frightening criminal, thank you very much.

 He totally has a soft spot for Gavroche. He pretends to be all cool and distant but frames every picture Gavroche drew for him and slides sweets into his pockets when he thinks no one is watching.

 He owns a small garden outside of Paris where he grows roses. It’s the only place where he wears “peasant” jeans (black of course) because they can get dirty and no one is allowed there except Jehan because they occasionally have to save some plants.

 He really enjoys being a criminal. Not the violence, but like he enjoys breaking into houses, cracking safes, almost but never quite getting caught, the whole adrenaline that comes with it.

 His favourite book is Wuthering Heights. I don’t even know, I just feel like it would be.

 He’s never been outside of France, he’s never really been a lot outside of Paris as well and he’d never admit it but he’s actually kind of terrified of going somewhere else.

 Also rumour has it that in the morning Montparnasse has the most fluffy, rumpled, sticking-into-every-direction-bed hair imaginable.

Class Trip to the Beach!

Mal wears a dark purple one piece with bright green accents and a black mesh cover-up that Evie insists is entirely fashionable, despite the fact that it doesn’t actually ‘cover up’ much of anything in Mal’s opinion.  The sunglasses Ben produces for her are huge, and Jay, after watching her struggle with her hair in the breeze, is the one who finds a wide band of fabric that he ties around her head to keep her hair back.  She lays claim to the absolute biggest umbrella she can find, and no one can coax her out from under except for Evie, who tugs her into the surf to play once or twice.  Once everyone else is all worn out and the sun has started to go down, she walks the length of the beach herself, enjoying the quiet.  Then the music starts and she jogs back to the bonfire, laughing as Carlos drags her in for a dance.

Jay’s dark red shorts fit him like a second skin, the yellow stripes down the sides drawing attention every time he moves. Which he does.  Constantly.  He’s everywhere on the beach, alternating from volleyball to splashing in the water, where Ben keeps trying to coax him deeper and deeper, wanting to teach him to swim.  Jay’s not quite sure he’s okay with that, but he likes the way the water feels, and he enjoys the surf and the way the sand squishes between his toes.  When Carlos and Evie start on their sandcastle, Jay gets put to work bringing them water for their sand and pieces of driftwood that catch their attention, which is a fair trade because when they’re finally done and the bonfire is lit, they let him destroy the castle.

Evie has what is possibly the single most stylish two piece, with a white halter top that has a red apple embroidered on the back and a pair of dark blue shorts with white seams down the sides.  She wears a loose white wrap around her hips when she’s not the surf with Mal, and she spends most of the day excitedly collecting shells for later and building sandcastles with Carlos.  Her hair is up in a high ponytail, her sunglasses perched atop her head, and she grins every time someone flirts with her.  The bonfire is possibly the best part of the day though, because she gets to dance with almost everyone.

Carlos’s trunks hit just above his knees, and they’re patterned with one leg white and one leg black, and he has on a dark red tank top for most of the day.  He has a visor that Ben gave him, and he cheerfully runs the entire length of the beach— twice— with Dude before he finally settles in for sandcastles with Evie.  Even after that, he’s often distracted, throwing driftwood for Dude to grab and bring back, and he loves it best when Ben joins them at the sandcastle, because Ben brings a book to read aloud.  They all like listening to Ben read aloud, even Mal.  She might not admit it, but she definitely perked up when she realized Ben was going to read.  Carlos saw her.

Ben, having learned his lesson about the crown-patterned shorts, has a pair of knee-length royal blue boardshorts, and he spends the day coaxing each of the Isle-Four into the water for at least a few minutes.  Evie looks at him with little wary eyes, and Mal flat out refuses except when Evie coaxes her into the surf, and Carlos goes a little ways before darting back to the beach, but at least Jay gives it a shot.  It’s more than Ben can really say he expected, and after Jay is thoroughly distracted by Evie and Carlos, Ben laughs and goes to drop into the sand by them.  His bag is there by Mal’s umbrella, and he digs out a copy of one of his favorite books, easily picking up where he’d left off the last time he read aloud to them.  All four of them watch him like they’ve never been read to in their life, and the best part is how into they all get, worried for the characters and protesting when something bad happens.  If they’d let him, Ben could probably read to them all day.

Lonnie takes advantage of the beach time to stretch out with Mal and alternate between tapping on her phone and dozing off in the sun, all decked out in her pink and teal tankini.  The blanket she lays on has a huge golden dragon embroidered into it, and she brings a huge picnic basket with her, full to the brim of homemade goodies.  Most of the Isle-Four assume her mom made them, and she doesn’t bother to hide her laugh at the idea of Mulan in the kitchen to do much of anything that wasn’t putting out fires or lifting flour (or making the one thing she ever learned to cook: double-chocolate chip cookies, of which there are huge number in the basket).  She never explains where it came from, and it’s definitely no substitute for the real lunch that Doug provides.  She gets particularly enthusiastic about the beach only for the volleyball game with Jay and when the bonfire eventually starts.

Jane has a lilac colored one piece with a short, ruffled skirt.  A large pink bow sits at the small of her back, and she wears a pale lilac bolero when she’s not in the water.  She swims pretty well, like most of the Auradon kids, and she helps Carlos when he does finally foray a little into the water.  After that though, she joins Lonnie on a blanket near Mal, and while she thinks it’s a little weird that Ben comes by and reads to them, it’s not bad.  She likes getting to hang out with them all, and more importantly, she likes the way Mal glances over to make sure that Jane’s still there after they’ve all gone quiet.  It makes her happy, knowing that someone noticed her.

Audrey’s pink two piece swimsuit has a high neck and a high waist for maximum coverage, and she wears a frilly pink wrap around her hips that nearly reaches to her knees.  She, like most of the girls, also wears hugely oversized sunglasses at the beach, and at first, she spreads her blanket a little ways away from the others, not entirely comfortable with how close they all are.  Then Lonnie’s blanket is in between her and Mal, and Jane stretches out between her and Lonnie, and after that, Jay drops down on the corner of her blanket with a smug smirk and a challenging eyebrow raise as he drags her blanket over closer.  She realizes after he moves her that it’s because Ben is reading, and she can’t help but smile for that.  She glances back down at the book she was reading, then closes it so that she can focus on this, on how everything the Isle-Four touch is so messy and uncomfortable and vibrant, even something as normal as listening to Ben read.

Doug wears dark green shorts that are probably a touch too short to be stylish, but Evie doesn’t comment and Doug’s comfortable with them, so no one else does either.  He’s shares his sunscreen with the Isle-Four, none of whom thought to bring their own, and he’s the one who makes sure they reapply during the day.  He mostly hangs out and watches them, amused and pleased as they delight in things that he knows are perfectly normal, and he’s the one who organizes finding lunch for them.  He and Ben had planned the bonfire from the beginning, so when everyone starts getting quiet and drifting off for quiet on the beach, they set it up and get the music blaring.  He enjoys watching the way their enthusiasm flares all over again, and when he gets dragged into dancing with Evie and Carlos, he can’t help but laugh, because no one parties quite like they do.

Sand in the forest. || Closed

It was a bright day in the amazing place; where he was the being didn’t know, but what he was certain of is that it was simply spectacular.
In a way, despite his rather long age, it behaved like a child; eyeing the giant insects with interest, and despite their threatening abilities and fearsome looks he never did show fright.

Truly perhaps it was the beasts who should, this ‘thing’ was just sand; a humanoid creature whose body resembled more the one of a corpse; skinny legs and arms; a torso to match and his head.. eyeless and expressionless except for the awe he showed; a wide open mouth that was but a break in the sand; and where his eyes should have been only two depressions into that oval shape of sand.

‘Twas not long, however, until he was met with something that picked his interested even more; kakuuzu, whom he began to inspect from afar and despite having no true eyes he saw, and what he did gaze upon only left him in more awe.

anonymous asked:

abels album leaked sadly and I listened to it and I sort of want to comment on it without giving info for the fans who have yet to listen to it. I am extremely disappointed in the album. it's not a bad album, I just feel like it's bad for abel if that makes sense. I just find it so hard to believe that he came up with this. I think the fans who have been with him since the beginning will have certain comments to say about the album like I did. but as for the new ones, they'll definitely like it

Honestly, I knew from this start that this album won’t be impressive. I listened to the preview and I bobbed my head to every song (except for Often, that shit get on my nerves. oh and Earned It. I want them to disappear into thin air tbh). I don’t mind the lyrics, they’re amazing as always, I just don’t fuck with the sound. I don’t hate it, it just doesn’t feel like him anymore. I’m not trynna be one-track minded, so I am open to the idea of him going pop. From the preview, I know the album will do great in terms of sales and as you said, fans who like his mainstream stuff will love this album. I don’t want to form an entire opinion based on a preview, but I’m afraid I may have the same reaction as you.