“Some people are good at being in love. Some people are good at love. Two very different things, I think. Being in love is the romantic part—sex all the time, midday naps in the sheets, the jokes, the laughs, the fun, long conversations with no pauses, overwhelming separation anxiety … Just the best sides of both people, you know? But love begins when the excitement of being in love starts to fade: the stress of life sets in, the butterflies disappear, the sex becomes a chore, the tears, the sadness, the arguments, the cattiness … The worst parts of both people. But if you still want that person by your side through all of those things … that’s when you know—that’s when you know you’re good at love.

-Matt Healy the 1975//”

Fireworks - Fred Weasley Imagine (requested)

Request: Could I have a Fred Weasley imagine based on the song Bright by Echosmith??

Aww that’s such a cute song!! And I did this 4th of July themed, despite them being British, because y’know the day was yesterday but i still hear fireworks.


And I see colors in a different way
You make what doesn’t matter fade to grey
Life is good and that’s the way it should be
You make me sing oh, la, la, la
You make a girl go oh oh
I’m in love, love
Did you see that shooting star tonight?
Were you dazzled by the same constellation?
Did you and Jupiter conspire to get me?
I think you and the Moon and Neptune got it right
‘Cause now I’m shining bright so bright
And I get lost in your eyes

“Y/n c’mon I want to paint your face! You said I could earlier!” Ginny moaned annoyed beyond extent, holding a paint brush lazily in her hand. Y/n giggled running a hand through her tangled curls adding a better overall effect to the mess waves.

“I know Ginny, give it a second. Have you seen my hat… or my sunglasses?” Y/n asked scavenging through her mountain high pile of ‘summer’ clothes. Molly Weasley had invited Y/n to spend the entire summer at the Burrow with the whole Weasley family. Which also meant staying with her best friend, Ginny Weasley and her favorite twins and boyfriend, Fred and George Weasley.

“My brother isn’t worth getting all dolled up for, Y/n. I thought you had learned this by now. Tad bit ashamed with you, not gonna lie.” Ginny teased lightly. Scoffing, Y/n grabbed the nearest item in reach and whipped it across the room at the girl. Ducking out of the way from a hair brush, Ginny held a hand over her heart acting hurt.

“Fred is too worth it. Don’t mess with me unless you want me to start in on you and Dean and spill the beans to your mother about this secret relationship….” Y/n mused navigating around Ginny’s sloppy room, then taking a seat on the bed in front of her. The youngest of the Weasley house hold gasped eyes as wide as gumballs,

“You wouldn’t dare!” Y/n smirked wickedly opening the bottles of red, white and blue face paint.

“Try me, now hurry up! I promised your brothers we’d be downstairs at 7, and it’s already 6:50.” Rolling her golden eyes with a huff, Ginny set to work on the red and white striped with a blue box in the top corner and little tiny white dots representing the stars, American flag.

Y/n had grown up in America with her mother, then moved back to England on her 10th birthday, but never in either country that she lived in did she ever skip  the “fireworks holiday” as she had called it when only a child. Independence Day was one of her favorites with all the bright lights and colors exploding in the sky. The 4th of July had become a given to celebrate while around Y/n during this time and despite the Weasley family not fully understanding how to approach the holiday with Y/n in the house hold, they set to work.

Arthur had bought piles and loads of fireworks along with sparklers made by the twins. It had been Fred’s idea making such a big deal out of the 4th in hopes of his girlfriend feeling more at home.

“There done… close enough.” Ginny commented throwing her paint brush aside and pulling Y/n off the bed dragging her down the steps. A bold yellow star was painted across Ginny’s red cheek, curtsey of Y/n and parade of colors representing a fire cracker on the opposite cheek. As the pair came towards the last step, voices could be heard chit chatting about what to set off first and where to set them off and where to watch the display.

Entering the kitchen, out of the blue a hand clasped itself around Y/n’s waist snatching her hand away from Ginny who seemed caught off guard. The owner of the tight gripped hand, bent down and whispered softly in her ear sending a trail of goosebumps down her spine.

“You look gorgeous, Y/n.” Scarlet red flashed among Y/n’s rosy cheeks matching the distinctive voice to that of her boyfriends. Ginny rolled her eyes making kissing gestures,

“Oh sod off, Ginny! Thank you, Freddie.” Ginny giggled weaving through her siblings making her way to the back door. Fred placed a chaste kiss to the side of Y/n’s head, then twisted her around so the couple met eye to eye.

A golden star and some “star dust” better known as sparkles lined the twins left cheek. A capital “U” in red, “S” in white, and a “A” in navy blue was printed across his forehead, clearly decked out in spirit.

“I could say the same to you, Mr. America.” George snickered from the corner nibbling on a plate of cheese and crackers. Fred smiled wide throwing his arm around Y/n’s shoulder leading her to the back door Ginny had exited through only moments before.

A loud bang took in the whole houses attention along with Ginny screaming for the family to come outside,

“Guys you gotta see this! Dad’s setting off the fireworks!” Ginny howled in amusement. Fred locked his gaze with Y/n’s, tolling her with him out the door with the rest of the Weasley’s behind them.

Looking up to the sky, Y/n’s mouth fell into an “o” watching the extravagant colors bursting in the sky, Fred caught site of her from the corner of his eye and almost melted at her flawless look of surprise and childlike wonder. Y/n glanced over at him only to see he had already been staring at her. She mouthed “what” but he only shook his head, pecking her cheek.

“Don’t worry about it; you just look so pretty tonight. I must be the luckiest man alive.” Y/n swatted his arm swooning at his words.

“Stop it…” Fred smirked hugging her from behind.

There were no words to describe the beautiful scenery as Arthur, Bill, and Charlie stood to the side setting a match to the bottled up fireworks lying in the grass. Molly took notice of the crowd that had departure from inside the house and rushed over to them with a grin handing each person their own individual sparkler.

“Now hold it steady while I lit the tip…” And within seconds each sparkler was active and sizzling with sparks igniting from the sides. Y/n turned to Fred smiling in awe, which he returned. The couple took turn spelling out different words before the flame died out.

Arthur laughed watching the kids run free after Molly had passed out more sparklers. Fred chased Y/n around the yard and soon George, Ron and Ginny gave in helping Fred to catch Y/n with their sparklers pointed towards her like a wand. Fred started chanting unknown spells as silly as, “Necto-mechto-Y/n-come here-presto”. Currently, Fred’s hands were working endlessly at Y/n’s sides running his fingers up and down causing her to giggle.

“Fred, quit tickling me! I’m trying to watch the fireworks!” Y/n screeched trying to free herself from his grip. Fred’s fingers were quick to leave, but were replaced by his hands turning Y/n around and leaning his forehead against her own. Confusion laced Y/n’s features ,
“What’re you-“ A wet glossy kiss was placed on Y/n’s parted lips as Fred’s hands worked their way up to her cheeks holding them softly. As they parted Fred grinned and Y/n mirrored his actions reaching for his hand and holding it close.

“I love more than anything, Y/n. You really do look amazing tonight. Now let’s go set off some fireworks. I thought up the perfect prank to play on Ron, we just have to get George in on it and make sure mom doesn’t find out.”

The rest of the night was full of laughter and fun that would never be forgotten as well as Ron running around trying to rid the flames that ignited from his trousers.

 -Daizy xxx

Summers brought sweet and salt into the young man’s life. Fading traces of the taste of overpriced bingsu, from an exclusive delicacy shop; the sun’s striking rays brightly lighting his smooth, pale skin; the sweat forming small beads as they trickled over the cupid’s bow of his lips—well, the latter didn’t feel as right to him, but at least his unease with the heat looked handsome. Nonetheless, as he felt the sticky tracks of perspiration running a path down his long neck, Jiwon knew he should find a place to cool off. As he flaps the hem of his shirt, in order to air out his chest, he quickly turns into the nearest air-conditioned building; however, because of his actions, Jiwon also manages to punch the person coming out of the same doors he was just entering.

Shit, no, I didn’t—”

His Words: This song has meant a lot to me ever since I first heard the original version in the video of Tyler playing it in the snow. I then wrote another verse to it to put my own voice into the song. When I first heard the finished version on Blurryface I got chills. Gøner has come full circle and it is hauntingly beautiful to listen to. At the end of this video is the original verse I wrote for the song. I want to be known by you. Lyrics I’m a goner, somebody catch my breath I’m falling from the highest, I’m falling to my death And upon my plummet I have but one request Collect my remains and lay my body to rest I gotta stress that I’ll hit the ground like a god damn grenade Blood and guts all around me like a Halloween parade Watch my life fade away, don"t have to recognize my face Just put my body in the ground and put my name on the grave

anonymous asked:

mordecai and margaret is a garbage relationship. how is it never addressed outside of cj mentioning it once that she all of a sudden wants him again but keep NO contact with him when she went to college

I mean, that’s just a part of adult relationships. It’s happened to lots of people. It’s certainly happened to me. You go away for a long time, basically don’t keep in contact with people who you knew before and slowly they start to fade out of your life. You can do this for a year or more or even forever. Then you go home and see them again and all the feelings you had come flooding back. That’s part of the reason we included that line to begin with, to point out that that’s the situation that was happening. To specifically address how we never saw or heard from Margaret for so long.

I would say it’s not mentioned or pointed out by other characters because in real life that stuff doesn’t get mentioned. You just feel it, keep it all bottled up inside and try to ignore it, then it either gets worse or gets better until something comes of it. You might find someone else, or they might move away, or you might move away again, or you might make a move on them, or who knows really? Things like this aren’t cut and dry. Emotions don’t make any sense, they just sort of happen. You can only guide them so much.