tell me

Close your eyes,
Tell me what you see.
Take my hand,
Tell me what you feel.
Hold me close,
Two hearts, one beat.
Tell me.
Touch my skin,
Do not say a thing.
Two souls, one voice.
Close your eyes,
Tell me what you see.

There’s a point in your life when you know who stays forever, and who’s just around for a while. People change, but so do you. Sometimes for the best, and sometimes for the worst. Bad things happen to everyone, you’re not in it alone. People lie, and some people just don’t care how you feel. Your heart beats, no matter how much pain you’re in. Everything will be okay eventually. There are always people in your life that just make your day, no matter the miles. I know about distance, I’ve been dealing with it all my life, don’t tell me it’s easy, because it’s not. But it’s worth it. I’d rather keep in touch with the people I love, than just drop it and forget about it. You don’t forget the ones you love. It doesn’t work like that.

requested by diafance

You could feel your heart painfully beating against your ribcage as you stared at the approaching raptors. You had ended up in the cage and now, here they were, staring at you snapping their jaws.

You heard footsteps come slowly from behind you and then the click of that all too familiar clicker, “I see you, Delta.” Owen said, moving in front of your slowly, “Blue, don’t think I don’t notice you.”

Without taking his eyes off of the raptors, he mumbled, “Move to the gate, slowly. I’ve got this.”

My head on your chest, my hand and arm wrapped around you. The feeling of your soft skin on mine. Your heart beating and the intoxicating aroma of you. Falling asleep to the little noises you make, and every deep
Breath you take. Maybe love isn’t just during the day, but also at night when your eyes are shut, and you look like an angel. Intoxicate me, lay your naked body on mine as we hold one another. After all, I’m holding the purest and the most beautiful thing in my arms. God, I love you.
—  7/27/2015 - 3:03am

All I want is you in bed with me. I want to feel your heart beat through your chest. I want to hear your shallow and steady breaths. I want to feel your hand on the small of my back pulling me in. I want to have my hand rested in your other hand. I just want to be tangled up in you. We don’t even need to speak, or have background noise. Just you and me in silence. I’ll still hear your thoughts shouting ‘I love you’ at me. That’s all I’ll ever need. -L.H.


Pair : Dean x Reader

Music : Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Summary : An AU that is kind of based off Pride and Prejudice (My favorite book/movie) Dean and His family are wealthy. They decide to throw a ball, to meet some of the people in their city. The reader who is both stubborn and strongly opinionated, runs into the handsome Dean Winchester. 

A/N : This is kind of nerve wrecking to post. I dont know why, so please, tell me what you think? Id really appreciate it! Thank you! 

The soft flakes blanketed the field, the air was cold but still. It had a calm feel to it all.

You sat in the carriage, your heart beating rapidly as you tried to even your breathing. The corset made it difficult to even move.

“I must say, tonight is going to be exquisite!” Your sister, Lydia, exhaled. She slipped her hand into yours and gently squeezed.

You flashed a soft smile, and returned your gaze out into the dark sky. The moon shined over you, as if you were under a spotlight. It was breath taking to say the least.

You loved staring into the beautiful night, seeing the light from the moon dance along the field. The Stars twinkling. You could stare at this forever.

The ride came to a stop, making you and your family slightly jolt in your seats.

“Y/N, put your mask on immediately. We have arrived.” Your mother demanded.

You sighed and did as you were told. She had one thing on her mind, and that was to find you and Lydia a husband.

Your father on the other hand, he understood you. He knew that you endured life. You wanted more than just a simple marriage. You wanted someone who would go on adventures with you, who would take your breath away and never ceased to amaze you.

But with that, it was difficult to find such a man.

“Remember girls, the Winchesters are here tonight. So make an impression.”

You and Lydia shared a glance, your lips curved up into a smile as you both let out a soft chuckle.

“Yes mother.” You whispered.

Your father helped you out from the carriage. He looked at you with apologetic eyes, as he knew your mother wanted a lot from you.

“Don’t worry papa, I doubt any man will sweep me off of my feet.” You flashed a wink.

He smiled and pressed his lips to the back of your hand.

“My dear, I’m not worried about you. It’s your sister I have to be worried about.”  He cackled.

You followed your family, slowly walking up the steps. You could hear the music and voices echoing through the walls.

Lydia slipped her arm between yours and squealed. Her excitement, plastered on to her face.

“Are you excited sister? Tonight, we might meet the man of our dreams. Someone to rescue us from our poor and miserable life!”

“Lydia, our life isn’t miserable. Just the other day, we went and visited our cousin, Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth in Derbyshire.” You exhaled.

She of course ignored you as she focused her attention to the ball.

People were scattered all around, some dancing along with the music, as others chatted over some beverages. You were beginning to feel light headed.

“It’s so beautiful!” Lydia stammered. She slipped away from you, leaving you alone.

You walked through the crowd. Engaging in small talk with those your mother introduced you too. Never in your life have you felt so small.

You watched as Lydia pranced around with a man, laughing and smiling with one another. She seemed so bright, and lively. Something you always envied in her.

“That’s him!” You mother forced your face to meet her gaze.

“Who mama? There’s too many men here.” You cackled.

She huffed and rolled her eyes as she pointed straight ahead.
“That’s The Winchester Boy! Hurry, you must go talk to him immediately!” She demanded.

Your eyes met a silhouette. He looked ahead into the crowd, with a drink in his hand. He was beautiful. He had short light brunette hair, wearing a black suit that fit him well. His mask cupped his face perfectly, not too big, nor too small. His posture was poised, seeming as if he were a soldier.

“I must go talk to John and Mary Winchester.” You mother spewed. She and your father made their way through the crowd.

With everyone in one area wearing masks, it was beginning to feel suffocating.

You pushed yourself out of the ball.

The cold air hit your face immediately. Helping you calm yourself, and catch a breath. You leaned over the balcony, closing your eyes.

“Are you okay?” A voice rang from behind, making you jump in fear. Your hand clutched on to your chest as a soft screech fell from your lips.

“I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” His voice was rough but soothing all together.

“It’s okay, I’ll be quite fine.” You chuckled. Your eyes slowly met his. It was too dark to really tell what color they were. But somehow, you were drawn to him.

It was the man your mother pointed out.

He was tall and handsome. Just staring at him, you were at lost for words, something that has never happened in your life.

“Forgive me.” He flashed a smile.

With the way he curved up his lips, you felt your stomach flutter.

“Enjoying the party?” He asked, making his way to stand beside you.

You stiffened your body, and looked straight out into the fields. Trying to keep yourself from staring.

“I am. It was just too humid in there, I needed some air.”

He nodded in agreement and looked up into the sky.
“It’s beautiful out here. The stars, the moon, something about them that just calms me.”

You snapped your gaze at him, your lips slightly turning up as you never heard a man ever feel the way you did.

He shook his head and cleared his throat, snapping you out of your trance.
“Forgive me for being so rude, I am Dean Winchester.” He smiled.

You curtsied, never taking your eyes off him.
“Y/N Y/L/N.”

You both stared intently at each other. Though no words were spoken, something about it felt at ease.

“Why aren’t you dancing? It is your ball.” You chuckled, biting on your lower lip.

“Ah, yes. It is my ball, but I do not dance.”

You shot a confused look and tilted your head to the side. “Then why have a ball at all if you don’t care to dance? I believe dancing to encourage affection.” You muttered.

Dean pursed his lips and clenched his jaw. “I thought poetry inquired love.”

You took in a deep breath and nodded. “And so it may. But dancing requires both partners to mold together as one, even just for a moment. Tell me, what is more passionate than that?”

Dean stared intently at you. Every word that fell from your lips, stitched into him. He wanted to know more. To understand who you were.

“So miss Y/N, what intrigues you? Might I ask.” He flashed a cheeky grin.

“I don’t want to bore you Mr. Winchester.” You chuckled.

He looked at you as if you were treasure. He couldn’t help himself from falling more into your smile.

“You won’t bore me. I don’t think you can ever do such a thing.”

The blood rushed up and flushed your cheeks, making you fluster in your stance.

“Well if you must know, I enjoy books. Poetry and-” you paused, looking at him with taunting eyes. “Dancing. There’s not much to do here other than walk or read. But I have my ways of finding adventure.” You smirked.

Deans eyes grew wide as so did his lips. “Please enlighten me. What are some adventures you endure here?”

You opened your mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by your very drunk sister.

“Y/N, there you are!” She croaked. “I’ve been looking every where for you!”

“Sorry, I was just talking to-” you paused as you looked beside you where Dean had once stood. You furrowed your brows, baffled as he was nowhere to be found.

“Oh come on Y/N, you have to meet Mr. Wentworth! He’s quite handsome if I do say so myself.” He squealed.

You nodded and followed her back into the ballroom.

Searching through the crowd, you hoped to find Dean, somewhere in the madness. But unfortunately, you couldn’t.

“This is my beautiful sister, Y/N.” Lydia croaked. She slipped from your side and made her way to his. Clutching on to his arm.

“He is a soldier! Only here for a day or two with the others.” She stammered looking hopelessly into his eyes.

He flashed a cheeky grin, scrunching his nose. “Indeed, and I must say I am very fortunate to meet such an exquisite beauty.”

“I must find mother.” Lydia yelped. “So she too can meet the amazing Mr. Wentworth.”

You placed your hand onto her wrist and shook your head. “Please stay. I’ll go find them.”

Lydia nodded and returned her gaze back to her soldier.

You couldn’t help but laugh at how fast she had fallen. He was handsome, and he seemed to think she was too. Which made you feel at ease.

Making your way through the crowd, it was hard to see. Dean however, followed close behind. Watching you get lost in the midst of the party. As you came to a stop, you scanned the room, hoping to see your mothers familiar mask.

As you turned, you collided yourself into a firm body.

“Forgive me!” You croaked.

Slowly, you looked up, meeting Dean’s gaze. His lips curved into a soft smile. You sucked in your breath as you realized, he was just inches away from your face. His hands were wrapped around your waist, holding you up. 

“We meet again.” He teased.

“I believe so.” You murmured, still held up closely into him.

As the music stopped for a moment, Dean cleared his throat, breaking your trance and helping you grasp on to reality.

You pulled apart from him, and took a step back, your heart pounding as your face was flushed with bright pink.

“May I have the next dance Miss. Y/N?” His eyes were locked with yours as he clenched his jaw shut. Looking as though he were nervous.

“You may.” You exhaled.

He stared for a moment, before slipping out from your sight.

Finally able to breathe, you weren’t quite sure what was happening. Just a few moment ago, Dean had told you he never cared to dance, and yet he had asked you. You were baffled.

This man, he had so much power over you. He always left you breathless, and unable to speak. You weren’t quite sure what it was about him.


You stood in front of him. Lined with other girls. You never kept your eyes off him. You sister, Lydia, was beside you as Mr. Wentworth stood beside Dean.

The music began, and your body took control. Taking a step toward him, as he mirrors your action.

“Are you mocking me Mr. Winchester?” You asked firmly.

You weren’t one to be played. Stubborn as you were, you knew that men only cared for one thing. No matter who they were.

“Why do you ask?” He exhaled.

“Just a few moment ago, you informed me that you do not dance, and yet, here you are.”

His hands were up inches away from yours, as you both circled around, never taking your gaze off each other.

“I believe we weren’t quite finished with out chat out on the balcony.” He reminded you. “You still have yet to tell me about your adventures.”

Your lips pulled up into a smile as you remembered the conversation on the balcony. But with that being said, you barely knew the man.

“Are you sure that’s it?” You stammered. Fighting the smile that wanted to plaster on your face.

Dean took in a deep breath and nodded. “Please, I don’t do well with dancing. I need something to occupy my thoughts before I begin to regret this decision.”

“very well.” You whispered. “I know it’s not a behavior any woman should encounter, but I spent my summer down by the lake, without any clothing. Soaking in the water.” The memories flooded your mind as you remembered finding the lake in the first place.

Deans eyes grew wide, and he was at lost for words.

“What? Don’t act as if you have never done so.”

By taking a glance at his face, you could tell that Dean, the prince has never experienced such a thing.

“Life is short Mr. Winchester. Don’t live it as simple as possible.”

The music came to a stop, and you bowed to your partner.

“It was a pleasure to meet you.” You exhaled.

And before he could say another word, you flashed a soft smile and turned away immediately, making your way back to your family.

Dean never took his gaze off you. His thoughts were racing as he felt his heart pound profusely.

“It was enchanting to meet you.” He whispered. 

anonymous asked:

you're lying in bed spooning andy with andy as the little spoon, with your hands wrapped around his chest. you hear him exhale contentedly, and you feel his heart suddenly flutter and start to beat faster. you smile and lean close to his ear. "what are you thinking about?" you whisper. he also smiles, and answers, "crossfit".


anonymous asked:

What are the crush at home workouts like?

Put on a backpack. Put a little baby panda inside that backpack. Its 95 degrees - 70% humidity. You’re climbing an active volcano when suddenly you slip! You’re hanging off a cliff by just the tips of your fingers. Under you, is a fire filled inferno. The explosions are literally melting the soles of your shoes as you hang there praying for a miracle. Looking up, the panda that was in your backpack found a way to climb to safety, and lends a helping paw. You pull yourself up and lay on your back. You avoided disaster. The volcano erupts! The lava comes roaring down at a screaming pace. You throw the panda in your backpack, sling it on, and sprint against time. Facing death with every step, you can feel your heart beating out of your chest, as the lava is gaining on you. You finally reach a cliff. Without thinking, you close your eyes and jump. Landing in a cool body of water, you’ve narrowly escaped death yet again… Shark!!!!

If you were sad, Calum would be so cute like when he enter in the room and notice you’re crying, he would be so worried and pull you in his arms. In fact he wanted to do something for you but would be a little bit lost because he’s really shy AND IT WOULD BE SO FUCKING CUTE BECAUSE WHEN HE WOULD DO SOMETHING FOR YOU HIS FACE WOULD BE RED AND SOMETIME HE WOULD BE HESITANT AND BECAUSE OF HIS CUTE LITTLE FACE YOU WOULD BE HAPPY AND YOU WOULD KISSING HIM SO HE WOULD HUG YOU AND YOU WOULD FEEL HIS HEART BEATING SO FAST AND I’M DEAD BYe

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raptarion asked:

Connie. First thing you shape-shift into with Pearl's body? Pearl: Good god you have a heartbeat and various fluids sloshing around and now need to eat food to survive along with all the things that involves! Just how badly are you freaking out?

Pearl: I feel it! I feel the heart beating now! Oh creators, oh oh I don’t like this. M-My stomach is making weird noises and it’s moving and I am NOT looking forward to anything I may have to do, oh no oh no oh no-

Connie: Calm down Pearl! You’re going to make yourself sick! Also, no pressure or anything, but how do I change my hand back to normal?

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SONG/LYRIC EDITS - released songs

SONG/LYRIC EDITS - unreleased songs







The book you soon will be reading, has been at least ten different books. I’ve rewritten, erased, edited and started from complete scratch, zero and back on the ground, more times than I bothered to keep count of. So why settle for this version, you might ask. Did I get it right now? What were the other versions about? What was missing? What are you trying to say?
  I’m not sure.

All I know is that I want so badly to tell you things. Pierce into your mind, your chest, the deepest corner of you heart and make you feel it—feel this. Can you see it? My beating heart, in this hand, reached out to you.
I don’t care about how many times you will read it, how loud you can quote back lyrics and poems or even if you throw it away half way through. All I care about is what I can make you feel through every word, every second you spend on every line. Every time I manage to make you turn another page. Because that is the core of everything I’ve ever done and the mediums I’m using to reach you—music, words, a touch—are just tools. What matters is what happens when it hits you.

So I have a lot of things I want to tell you. About everything. About nothing in particular. About beautiful things that happen during small moments of clarity, a normal Tuesday in February, or a forever remembered night in June. I want to tell you about not so beautiful things that happens. Words or thoughts, or people that cross your path, and you can’t let them go and at night when you think you’re alone, and safe, you’re suddenly not so alone, anymore. In your sleep or awake, and who knows the difference,
and I want to tell you about the 250 books I’ve read the last two years. The wonderful writers and thinkers I feel like I know like my very own friends, and what they teach me every day on the bus or on my way.
I want to tell you about my family; people I never knew, but finally am trying to,
because I am lonely.
I want to tell you about education, that I never got, but am fighting to gain by myself, now, finally. And I am learning.
I want to tell you about the last years. Not from the beginning, but starting somewhere in the middle, where I took off last time. Somewhere standing scared but certain in Berlin—a country I don’t understand. People I don’t recognise and a language that doesn’t sound quite right. Taxes I never knew how to pay and bills I tried to hide, in order to afford breathing, just a little bit longer.

So what is this book?
A memoir? I wouldn’t say so. Because I would love to leave myself behind, forget myself—lose myself—while writing these writings, these stories, and sometimes I hope I do.
A diary? Not really. I am writing this for you, to you, not to keep to myself.
Fiction? Reality will always be what you make of it.

So I wrote this book a few twenty times and a few twenty times I sat back and said “I’m done! Wonderful! Let’s share and celebrate and go on with the world!” and every time I’ve put the book down after reading it through, beginning to end, shook my head and said “I don’t have any right to talk about this. I don’t have any right to say these things. I am not old enough, strong enough, successful enough to say what’s wrong or right, heavy or light, this and that,” and so the books were erased and I’ve gone back to the blank canvas, and so now: how can I tell what I want to tell, in the way I want to tell it, without crossing borders?

I am not a guru. I am not an expert. I am not a poet or a singer, author or celebrated friend. I am only me: a strong but frail individual, making my way through these cities and places, times and days as well as I can without doing any harm. I am just me: a normal blue eyed girl who never really understood the things people told me to be and do and have, and so I went out and tried to define my own terms of “be” and “do” and “have”, and these things it lead me to … be .. and do … and have … are the only things I can tell you about. Without preaching. Without crossing borders.

So what is this book? This is not my way to tell you what’s wrong or right, light or heavy, this or that, for who knows? And who am I or you or anyone else to define what those things are. This is not THE way: this is MY way. Because that’s all I have. That’s all anyone has. Our own ways, our own values and visions, and all I can do is tell you what I see and think and feel and hope, and maybe, hopefully, probably, the chances are that someone out there, maybe you, will hold this book in his or her hands a rainy night in November, when the dark is burying every trace of warmth and hope, and grasp for air, saying “… and I thought I was the only one.” And chances are, hopefully, probably, that someone out there, maybe you, will hold this book in his or her hands a beautiful early summer morning, when the air is crisp and the world is still, and take a deep breath—inhale, exhale, I am I am I am—and say “I understand. She understands. Me.”
and that’s all I ever want.

So, back to the start: why do I do this? Why do I write and why do I once again put my very heart out for the world to take and tear apart, when I know what it can do. When I’ve seen what it can do, to me and my friends and my very own mind?
Because I still believe that music, words and art, can change a life, because it has changed mine, and it is changing mine every single day and night and morning, through seasons and around countries. And so I do this, because if I can find and reach one single soul out there who can find any kind of comfort in my words, in my lessons, in my stories, and make her or him feel a little less alone, a little more familiar, then that will be worth all the thousands of ugly words and bad opinions from people who won’t understand. So, if you in any way can understand what I will tell you, find any kind of comfort, relief or strength in what you will read, in what I’ve thrown out to the universe, than it was you I wrote this for. I wrote this for you. Thank you for finding me, finding this. Thank you for letting me know,
that I am not alone.

Love always

anonymous asked:

35 luke

“Are you bringing me out here to murder me?”, you asked teasingly. Unable to see from the makeshift blindfold, but hearing twigs snap under your feet so you assumed you were somewhere in the woods. Hearing Luke let out a chuckle before answering you, “Oh no, you’ve figured it out. Whatever will I do now?”. He said over dramatically knowing it would make you laugh. “You watch way too many horror movies babe.”, he told you. “Boy takes blindfolded girl into the woods late at night. I’m just saying that never ends well.”, you told him. “Or boy wants to surprise the girl he loves with something romantic.”, he replied kissing your cheek.

Only a few minutes later he halted your steps. “Ok, we’re here. You can take the blindfold off now.”, he told you. Feeling your heart beat a little faster from nerves and anticipation, “Can you give me a hint. You know surprises make me nervous.” You felt him let go of your hand and walk behind you, placing his fingers on the knot of the blindfold. “I promise it’s nothing major, I think you’ll like it. Now, you heard me. Take. It. Off.”, he said, slowly whispering in your ear as he gently untied the cloth covering your eyes. Blinking in wonder at the sight; you were standing in a small clearing in the woods, little candles placed in jars were scattered all over the place, a couple of blankets and pillows were on the ground. Along with a pizza box and Luke’s phone already playing soft music. “Did you do all of this by yourself?”, you asked turning around to face him with a smile that he returned. “Yea, I remember you said that you wanted to go out somewhere and stargaze. So I thought you might like this. Is it good?”, nervous in the hopes that you really did like it. You smiled brightly at him, leaning up to capture his lips with yours. “It’s perfect, I love it, and you for doing this. Come on now, let’s go look at the stars.” Grabbing his hand and leading him to the blankets so you could lay in his arms and admire the night.

Y/N works with 5sos at the recording studio, Calum tells her he likes her imagine

Working in a recording studio in London included meeting many celebrities. You loved hanging out with them because you treated them like normal people. It was such a common thing to do.

But having to work with the boys from 5sos made you nervous at the beginning. You always had a celebrity crush on Calum. As the time passed, you got more and more natural around them. They even laughed at your jokes.

You were at the studio listening to the final version of the song they’ve been working for a while. Everyone was satisfied.

“Ok Y/N, we’re taking you out to celebrate the new song!” You hear Michael yelling as Luke starts clapping his hands and Ashton turns at you smiling from ear to ear. You turn to look at Calum who gives you a smirk and a wink and you feel your heart skip a beat. Reminding yourself to take it down with your emotions and stuff, you get your purse and go with them saying nothing.

The night got out of hand and everyone got drunk. Calum takes you home and stays the night because he was too tired to go to the hotel where the rest of the guys were.

You slowly open your eyes to the sudden light and look around trying to remember what happened.

“Good morning Y/N.” Says a smiling Calum already woken up and dressed.

“Good morning.” You say and yawn as he gets further into the room holding a breakfast platter.

You look at him shocked waiting for him to explain what’s happening.

“I wanted to talk to you before I leave.” He sits next to you on the bed as you get up and sit on your knees.

“What did you want to talk about?” You ask him as you take peace of the food and eat it.

“I wanted to tell you that, um, during these past few weeks I, um, enjoyed getting to know you.” You almost choke as you look at him with wide eyes.

“I like you Y/N. I love the energy you spread. Even though you’re sad sometimes. I like spending time with you. I think you’re funny. And very pretty.” He slightly blushes as you smile.

“And I wanna make you happy at moments when you’re sad, because you make everyone else happy.”

“So, you wanna like, date me?”

“Yes, if you would want to too.” He blushes again looking down.

“Well I wasn’t expecting that at all.” He looks at you to read your reaction as you smile and him.

“I like you too Calum.” His eyes go wide.

“So, you’d like to like, go on dates and stuff with me?”

“I’d like that. And this isn’t a date for your information.” You mock him and he calms down laughing.

“Deal. How about we go grab dinner tonight and maybe watch some movie or something?”

“I’d love that.” You smile as he smiles as a little child getting a puppy for the first time in his life.