fate brings what is not asked for

  • What she said: "I'm fine."
  • What she really meant: "my favorite band was near me and I could've went but I didn't get tickets in time and plus they are so expensive and no one will go with me so now I'm at home watching videos of them thinking that I could have seen them preform this live but no really I'm fine I'm not crying what are you talking about and this isn't a run on sentence it's a Fall Out Boy title by Panic! At the Disco."

But what if I never get over you?

What if no matter how much time will pass and it’s still you that i love? That every time i wake up you’re the first person i am looking for. What if i am still hoping that it’s still you and me in the end. That the stars will align and the universe will collide and fate will bring us back together? What if i am still waiting for you, for your call and text asking me to give it a try?

What if i can’t move on from you no matter how hard i try? What if i still love you years from now even if you forgot about me?

What if you were the one, but I wasn’t?

Mom looking Through My Music

Mom: Aren’t brides veils usually white
Mom: Pierce what veil
Mom: Wouldn’t it be hard to sleep with a siren
Mom: What are you going to ask Alexandria
Mom: Why do you want Ihe horizon so bad
Mom: Isn’t of mice and men a book
Mom;What’s so bad about your fate
Mom: You can’t fall in reverse
Mom: what s so panicky about the disco
Mom: Why are you in love with chemicals
Mom: are you ok

Person: *points at my band’s shirt* Owh, that’s cool! What other bands are you into?

Best friend: No!

Friends: No!

Stranger: No!

Parents: No!

Teachers: No!

My cat: No!

My grandmother’s dog: No!

The pizza guy: No!

Obama: No!

Batman: No!

The fish I accidentally killed three years ago: No!

Me: *opens a piece of paper longer than Austin Carlile* I’m glad you asked.

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Withadreamyfar-Offlook | asked: Rapunzel’s Magic Flower or the Beast’s rose?

Flower, gleam and glow / Let your power shine / Make the clock reverse / Bring back what once was mine / Heal what has been hurt / Change the fates’ design / Save what has been lost / Bring back what once was mine…What once was mine.”

it was 3am last night and i couldn’t sleep so i came up with some takuleo headcanons and thought i’d share

  • Takumi’s pineapple hair makes him taller than Leo even though Leo’s a good half a head taller, maybe a full head on a good day
    • Leo brings up the height difference a lot tbh
  • there is a lot of back of the head slapping in their relationship - it is done with love tho
  • Leo braids Takumi’s hair whenever he sees the chance 
  • Once Takumi decided to ask Leo’s siblings tips on what to do for him so Elise taught him how to make a flower crown in place of Leo’s headband 
  • Tbh “Nohrian Scum” was the biggest insult Takumi could ever use towards Leo but now it’s used as a term of endearment 
  • Leo is actually the pun master (thanks to being around Niles and Odin so much) and Takumi tries to act annoyed by them (tries)
  • Niles and Odin are the #1 wingmen and they tried to team up with Oboro and Hinata and while Hinata agreed to team up, Oboro denied and went about her own strategy which is the one that worked in the end (it was sending them to the kitchen at the same time so they’d make soup together) 
  • They tried to start a soup club once but we’re the only ones that showed 
  • Once Xander walked in on them and he thought they were doing the sex but they were really just wrestling over Takumi’s hair bc Leo wanted to see what it looked like down 
  • They have the best hugs 
  • Of course everyone was really hesitant when they came out as a couple bc you know rivalry and stuff, Elise and Sakura were delighted about it tho so they made all the siblings have bonding sessions, Ryoma and Xander did trust falls that almost resulted in death 
  • Leo becomes pretty good friends with Laslow and he teaches him how to dance, Takumi walks in on him one day dancing alone and Leo is embarrassed beyond belief but Takumi just sits down a lil mesmerized and asks him to continue so he can watch 
  • They both sing pretty well and found that out when they were showering together & didn’t know the other was there. They duet quite a lot in the showers now 
  • Honestly the whole army ships them pretty hard and will set up dates for them, periodically Keaton will convince people to let him set their table which is when they find all this broken stuff and end up having to share the one good set 
  • Takumi’s laugh makes Leo blush harder than it should 
  • They fight over what kind of tea to make all the time 
  • Takumi couldn’t get the beef stew recipe correct on his own and Leo didn’t know until a few weeks later when he walked into the mess hall only to hear yells coming from the kitchen, he walked in to find Takumi cursing at the stove and Leo ended up standing behind him and guiding Takumi’s hands through the whole process 
  • They go on horseback dates quite a lot but Takumi used to be terrified of horses so they would have to take one horse and he would cling onto Leo for dear life but as these continued he used that as an excuse to touch him

Blessing (Saizo x Sakura)

Sakura’s day had started out nicely. The morning was quiet, calm. She had woken up on time, tended to some injured soldiers (thankfully with only very minor wounds), and enjoyed a small breakfast with Hinoka.

Things were going well for Sakura, until she remembered something she needed to do.

Finding Saizo just outside Ryoma’s chambers, the maiden nodded and poked her head in.

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         “… m’ not ignoring you.” He mumbles looking down and feelings his cheeks reddening, this was the third time the other was putting on a stunt like this. Shinya wonders what’s up with him, does he really enjoy teasing him so much? A hand graces the spot on his neck that’s been kissed and he finally directs violet irises at red ones.

       “What do you need?”

@regalius || continued ask

Fine (Peter Parker)

You’re just about to straighten off of Peter’s bed and dismiss yourself before the bedroom door slams open and Peter is standing in the doorframe, huffing and puffing as if he’s just run a few miles in a very short amount of time.

You narrow your eyes, just about to bring up the time before Peter cuts you off. “(Y/N), I am so, so sorry. I know I’m a little late—!”

“A little late?” You echo, eyes widened with incredulousness. “Peter, you’re 2 hours late! What the hell have you been doing—and what happened to your face?”

“Oh.” Peter is quick to cover his cheek, but it’s too late. You’ve already seen the bright red mark, as if he had been punched or knocked over. “I, uh, got into a little fight on my way back. Almost got mugged. Terrible fate, if you ask me.”

Instead of deciding to play along with his little game, you merely glare at him further. “Don’t you dare lie to me, Peter. You’ve been sitting around your apartment for 2 hours, waiting for you. The least you could do is tell me the truth.”

Peter suddenly looks conflicted, more nervous, as he straightens and starts to rock back and forth on the balls of his feet. He runs a hand through his hair. “Can we at least pretend that we’re fine?”

Your eyes widen. “Are you kidding me?” You inquire incredulous, seeing him duck his head in embarrassment for thinking that he could get away with a question like that. “We are not ‘fine’. We are miles away from being fine! Do you not trust me? Is that why you’re lying to me?”

“What? No! Of course not—I mean, I do! I trust you!”

“Then why are you lying to me?”

He runs a hand through his hand, trying to form his thoughts, fears, worries, and concerns into words. “It’s complicated, (Y/N).”

You raise an eyebrow. “It doesn’t have to be complicated.” You pause for a moment and run a hand through your hair. “Look, I’m not expecting some big truth from you. I don’t need that. But I do need something. One thing. Please, Peter.”

Peter looks at you for a lingering second, his eyes showcasing the war going on inside his head. But he still doesn’t say anything.

You stare at him for a little longer, counting out his silence in your mind before the dread hits you that he isn’t going to tell you anything. Letting out a sigh, you rub at your temple briefly. “Okay, fine,” You say quietly, already starting to make your way towards his bedroom door. “I’ll see you around, Parker.”

Just as you’re about to reach the knob, a voice stops you: “I’m Spiderman.”

Slowly, you turn around and see him standing a few feet away, staring straight at you, trying to gape your reaction to his confession.

You knit your eyebrows. “So all the lying… all that sneaking around…?”

“Yeah, just saving the city. Kicking ass. The normal stuff.”

Unable to help yourself, you crack a small smile. “You’re famous, Peter.”

“So I’ve heard,” He manages with a shrug. “(Y/N), I’m sorry for lying to you. I just didn’t want you to worry—!”

You suddenly grab him by the collar and pull him in for a kiss. “You’re already forgiven.”

Thirty-Year Nightmare

Where am I?

The room was filled with quiet whispers of a conversation, almost indiscernible. It was like there was a background noise behind all of it. An annoying hum in the ear. Soon, the words started to come through more clearly. The voices of a quiet but stern man and a deeper-voiced woman with a light echo.

What happened to me?

“Is it ready?” The male voice asked impatiently, drawing closer. “Can you reanimate the corpse?”

“The organs have been removed. He’s essentially a husk. I can bring him back at any time, now, and see if any of the brain repairs worked. I doubt he’ll be stable, but at least he won’t be as insane as he was before.” The woman replied with a small sigh. She clearly was a little uncertain in her voice. “I’ve never revived a fresh body like this, before. Not one we’ve altered so heavily…”

“And it can be controlled?”

“Yes. The collar around his neck holds the necromantic magic in place. If he loses his lucidity for any period of time or we desire it - we can disconnect the magic and shut down the body. Temporarily or permanently.”

“Good. Turn it on.” The male growled in a low tone, almost eager.

What have I done?

A surge of necromantic energy left the woman’s fingertips, travelling into the man’s corpse. His eyes opened - blank and dead at first but slowly starting to glow a pale yellow of undeath. He started to sit up on the table and look around, seeing the stitching on his scarification-covered body. The human frowned, looking at the two standing in front of him.

Who am I?

“Lionel.” Malfelis growled and stepped forward, the large demon hunter slamming the human’s head back into the metal table. “You didn’t think we’d be entirely finished with you yet, did you?”

“He seems somewhat lucid.” The elven woman spoke now, called Fate, crossing her arms. “I know you brought him back for your own reasons because he killed your daughter back there…” she looked up in thought, “…twice, now. But he probably doesn’t have any idea what’s going on.” She pushed him aside despite a grunting protest from the much larger elf, peering her glowing blue eyes down to look him over. “Do you remember what happened?”

“I…” Lionel tried to speak, but what came out was difficult and raspy. After Malfelis stabbed him in the throat, there was really only so much they could do to restore the vocal cords.

“Oh, here.” Fate clicked a few switches on the collar around his neck. “Now try to talk.”

“I… I’m not sure.” It sounded better, but almost metallic. He touched the large suture over his chest, where many of his organs were removed. “I am… dead?”

“Undead, now. Yes.” Fate nodded and looked him over. “You’re mostly a husk. You really don’t remember anything that happened?”

“I do it’s just…” He winced, reaching instinctively to his head. There was stapled sutures there, too, under his blonde hair. “It felt all like a really long bad dream.”

“It wasn’t.” Malfelis hissed. “You killed Samantha, my daughter. And then you tried to kill her again in her undeath and you succeeded the second time you tried. If we hadn’t been there, she’d be gone.”

Lionel’s eyes opened wide and he looked down. “It all happened…” He started to grip at his hair, like he was going to pull his skull off by the sutures. “I don’t want this! Kill me!” He closed his eyes tight and shook his head, realizing all that had happened over the last few decades.

No.” Malfelis growled angrily. “I don’t care if you’re lucid now. You know what you did and this is your purgatory. Your penance for what pain you caused Samni and her friends.”

“She’s alive?” He looked up at them both, realizing now that the last he saw of her was her death by his hands.

Fate nodded. “She is. But you’re not free. You work for us now, doing whatever we feel you need to do to repent.”

Lionel’s eyes cast down to his hands, looking them over and seeing just how pale he’d become in his undeath. The flesh wasn’t rotted, but the removal of all his organs meant he entirely relied on the necromantic magics to stay alive - and had very little blood flow. He couldn’t eat or drink or partake in any pleasures of life. All of that was taken. “I… want to see her. I don’t want her to see me. But…” He put his hands on his face, covering them. “I want to see that she’s alright. With my eyes unclouded.”

Malfelis looked him over. “Fine. You can go find her but don’t you dare talk to her or let her see you. Then we can get started on your work.”

Lionel nodded and slowly got up. Fate handed him a set of basic ragged clothes and he threw them on, flexing his hands and feeling just how his new body worked. Differently. That was the only way he could describe it.

“Come back quickly, or we’ll shut off the magic keeping you alive.” Fate tapped her own neck, reminding him of the collar he had on.

The older undead nodded to them and slinked out the doorway, moving into the shadows without hesitation.

I’m to the point where if i see a picture of my favorite band members, i can tell you what year it was taken, who they were dating and if it was on warped tour.

Don't Think it Through

You know how friends say be adventurous,
Experience different things,
But why not just be romantic and feel what life brings.

It isn’t about being extravagant
And choosing every road,
Why not just be brave enough
Just live life good and bold
Be lazy, crazy and have fate
Live and love just make it great.

Life is meant to be beautiful,
As beautiful as you!
So don’t close your eyes
To your surprise you may encounter something new.
Life is worth as much as your growth living life with a view,
So if they ask be loud and proud you’re living life true to you.

By: teikela (also known as teik😏)

count the clock ‘cause i can’t fucking sleep

  • <b> They:</b> What kind of music do you like?<p/><b>Me:</b> Doesn't matter...<p/><b>They:</b> Come on!<p/><b></b> *searchs on my phone*<p/><b>They:</b> OMG! You are so satanic, get away from me you piece of shit!<p/><b>Me:</b> Okay...<p/></p>

although i hope this years meme harvest will be bountiful, i doubt that anything can ever live up to the quality of what sonic-for-real-justice gave us. i don’t care if it was fake or not, it was the perfect meme. there was never a dull moment on tumblr when sfrj was around, and they were all so iconic i can’t even begin to pick a favorite

so as we now have entered a new year i think it’s important to reflect on all the joy sonic-for-real-justice gave us. i’ve been on tumblr for several year, and i’ve seen memes come and go, but no matter what the future brings i will never forget the injustice poor delicate mod silver faced after closing the ask box, or how bravely mod shadow accepted his fate when faced with the danger of being banned from the blog

to him it truly didn’t matter

after all, he was spacekin anyways

The Wedding (Alternate Version)

Word Count: 4622 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: You and Dean are counting down the days to the happiest moment of your life.

Warnings: fluff in its purest form

A/N: After I posted The Wedding, a couple of people requested a different ending. Ask and ye shall receive! This rewrite has none of the angst and all of the sweet! Like, for real, I hope you have good health insurance. 

Previously: The Wedding (Original Version)

Originally posted by heart-attackles

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The signs as similes

Aries:  “ Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.”

Taurus: “Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?”

Gemini:  “Anxiety’s like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn’t get you very far.”

Cancer:  “Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.”

Leo:  “Character is like a tree and reputation its shadow. The shadow is what we think it is and the tree is the real thing.”

Virgo:  “The truth is like a nipple: the more you twist it, the more somebody is going to get hurt.”

Libra:  “Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it.”

Scorpio:  “Without inspiration, we’re all like a box of matches that will never be lit.”

Sagittarius:  “Time unlived grows old
Like unworn robes in a locked chest.”

Capricorn:  “Peeing is like a good book in that it is very, very hard to stop once you start.”

Aquarius:  “A mind is like a parachute. It doesn’t work if it is not open.”

Pisces:  “A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.”