forget the rain

Dreamy asks🌙

Moon: A childhood book + your favourite line from it?

Stars: Who’s someone you’d sleep on the stars with?

Sun: City night lights date or meadow picnic date (or both) and why?

Comet: A movie/show/book that taught you something important you’ll never forget?

Space dust: Night rain or day rain? Soft rain or thunderstorms?

Fairy lights: Soft candlelight or warm sunlight?

Meteor shower: Favourite song(s) to fall asleep to?

Vanilla twilight (hehe): If you wrote a ‘concept’ post about your dream future in your dream home what would it say?

Milky way: If you could go back in time where and when would you go to? Why?

Saltwater room: Sunrise or sunset? Do you like saying hello to the sun or moon more?

Dandelion wishes: What is one thing that always gives you hope?

Rose petals: Where do you want to be the most in the world and why?

Floral: Would you rather live underwater or in the sky?

Constellations: What is your favourite instrument to listen to? What is your favourite instrument to play (or that you want to play the most)?

INTJ Paradox - misplacing things

The INXJ’s inferior Se is notorious for it’s obliviousness to it’s surroundings, often coming the form of forgetting where they are, where they’re going, being lost in thought and forgetting physical things.

The INTJ is paradoxical is this manner as we do constantly put things down and forget about them BUT (and this may be a generalization) we are quite protective over our possessions. As a child we disliked to share in fear of others mishandling, breaking or stealing our things and that carries into adulthood.

E.g.
INTJ: *stalks around the house for five minutes*
INTJ: WHERE IS MY PHONE?!
ESTP: On the breakfast bar
INTJ: I already checked there, it isn’t there.
ESTP: Where else did you take it?
INTJ: Nowhere, I left it on the bench a and now it’s gone, someone has moved it!
ESTP: Relax, retrace your steps. Where was it when you last saw it?
INTJ: Hey that’s a great idea, but if I knew where it was when I last saw it I WOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR IT ESTP!
ESTP: Calm down, I’ll help you look- oh my gosh
INTJ: What?
ESTP: *picks phone of breakfast bar and hands to to INTJ*
ESTP: You’re welcome. *leaves*
INTJ: …
INTJ: thank you!

as a huge thank you for 2k *internal screech* here is my first tumblr awards! (so if it flops, we roll with it idc) 

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  • ends 7 march (36 days! yup i just plucked a date out of thin air oop)

C A T E G O R I E S :- 

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1. Write down everything he said that made your heart beat faster. Every word that found a home in your soul and kept you warm on nights when you were too cold to breathe.

2. Take your time. Write as neat as you can. Elegant cursive, bubble letters, calligraphy. Make the penmanship as beautiful as the words it is saying.

3. Read it over and over and over again. Feel the way you felt when he first said it to you. Forget how much it hurts now.

4. Light it on fire in the bathroom sink. As the edges curl and the letters melt, forget it all. It’s not a part of your life anymore and you don’t need to keep it. It’s gone.

5. Now write down everything he said to you that made you blush a deep red. Everything he said to you that made your thighs tremble and your breath shaky.

6. Make the penmanship sloppy, like the way he would’ve kissed you. Write it down quick and messy and don’t worry about how the things you are writing would make a priest impure. Write it all anyway.

7. Read it. Just once. Let yourself imagine what you could’ve been one more time.

8. Then light it on fire too. Forget it too.

9. Now write down what he said to you that hurts. Write down the words he threw at you as he left, write down the excuses he made, write down the words he stabbed into your chest. Write down what he said that made you cry.

10. Make the words harsh and sharp. Scratch it out with a knife onto the page if you have to.

11. Don’t read it again.

12. Light it on fire. Watch it burn. Forget.

13. He wanted to burn you down but don’t let him. Get there first. You’re the one who’s holding the matches.

—  How to forget him– Lily Rain
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Young Avengers (2013)

Pluqii Ronuli, the horrid rebel without a cause, also highly obsessed with anything that just has a slight chance of being an “adventure” [that Lara Croft and Indiana Jones bullshit]

Rainy Days, Mini Coolers, and Forgetful Eating Habits.

   The rain bore down mercilessly upon the heart of the city, pounding on the rooftops and turning the cobbled streets of the Downtown District into a warren of slick stones and muddy waters.  A sense of cleanliness caresses the atmosphere, washing away all impurities. A dense earthy sweet smell rises from the ground as the fresh air washes over the small New Jersey town. Two boys bolted from the school, their dry clothes immediately becoming soaked as the rain poured. The dark hair Filipino, as well as Ecuadorian, shook his head, as would a dog, sending water droplets flying and adding volume back into his dark flattened locks. The fair skinned boy laughed, his light-brown curly hair now pressed against his scalp, water dripping down his cheeks. A light wind soon picked up and the freckled boy wrapped his arms around his shaking frame, still, a grin curved in his lips. His thin navy sweater wasn’t keeping him warm as the wet fabric pressed against his chilled skin.

 A chill went up his spine as another gust a wind blew past him, his grip into the sweater tightening as he tried to keep in the rest of the warmth from his sweater. The Filipino noticed his friend’s shivering and gladly took off his red hoodie and wrapped it around him. “Thanks, Michael,, ” the boy said as he melted into the warmth of the hoodie. The slightly younger boy smirked, “Anytime Jeremy.”

    The two boys finally made it to Michael’s car, finding it rather easily since it was the only P.T Cruiser in the parking lot. The roof was a sandy-tan as it slowly blended into the body becoming a luscious tawny brown, looking as a wood finish, finally blending back into the sandy tan color as it reached the wheels. As much as old-school Michael’s car was (which is not a problem since how old-school Michael already is), it was actually a beautiful car. The two boy climbed in and settled in the toasty feeling of the seats. Michael laughed, “Well, we beat the storm” Michael ran his hand through his dripping dark brown hair, “Well, most of it at least.” Jeremy chuckled and agreed, his fingers still gripped into the sweater.

  “Hey, are you okay?” Michael asked, his hands wrapped around Jeremy’s, which were freezing. “Jesus! Your hands are freezing Jeremy!” Michael said reeling back a bit. Jeremy flinched and mumbled a quick apology, stuffing his hands in Michael’s hoodie pockets. Michael stared at the boy, his green eyes, usually so bright and chipper were clouded as if he were deep in thought, and were filled with this unusual emotion that Michael couldn’t pin-point, which was odd since being friends with Jeremy, Michael was aware and seen almost all Jeremy’s emotions. This startled him. Jeremy shivered again and dug his fingernails into his arms, which luckily were guarded by both the hoodie sleeves. A bad tic Jeremy had whether he was uncomfortable or nervous. Michael fumbled with the heater of his car and warm air suddenly blasted through his vents. Jeremy leaned back a bit, letting the warm air surround him. The dark-tanned boy glanced at him, something was off, Jeremy was usually like this on his off-days. In which the SQUIP was bothering him, or he had a decline in his mental health, or perhaps he just had a bad day. Whatever the cause it cause Jeremy to be more quiet and withdrawn. “Hey Jeremy, how was your day- I mean when I wasn’t with you of course!” Michael chuckled softly, but Jeremy shrugged. “I mean- it was okay, I guess. He’s still there Michael, he’s still whispering.” Jeremy blinked and Michael’s heart dropped, that stupid SQIUP. “Did you eat today Jeremy?” Michael looked at him and slowly taking Jeremy’s hands out of his pockets, grasped them, locking eyes. Jeremy glanced away and opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by the growl of his stomach.

 Traitor, Jeremy thought. Michael looked at him, his chocolate eyes were sad, even through his water-stained glasses were masking them, Jeremy would tell. “I guess I forgot…I’m sorry” Jeremy muttered, “I’m really sorry.” Michael leaned over to Jeremy’s side of the car and wrapped his arm around him in a quick and reassuring hug. Perhaps today was just not one of those days that the SQUIP would leave them alone. Michael broke the hug when he heard Jeremy’s stomach growl softly, and he squirmed in his seat to try to silence the rumbling. Michael smiled softly and opened a small compartment in between the two seats. It was a small blue cooler that held different varieties of food, such as sandwiches (knowing Jeremy was a picky eater, had the crusts cut off, and apples that had their skin peeled.), bags of chips, fruit, and a few of those gummy snacks Jeremy got hooked on, despite his braces. Jeremy’s eyes lit up at the simple gesture and smiled thankfully, his braces lining his crooked smile.

  Michael chuckled as Jeremy pulled out one of his favorite sandwiches, a Cheddar, roast beef, and turkey sandwich with pickles, dressed with thousand island dressing and mayo and a hint of mustard. Despite his friend being a picky eater, his sandwich combinations was one to behold. Jeremy tore into the sandwich greedily, complimenting Michael on his sandwich making skills. Hey, when your friends with someone for 12 years, you start to know their likes and dislikes. Michael handing him a bag of potato chips and started the car into drive. Thunder outside the car rumbled, and the two boys made their way home. “Hey, Michael” Jeremy said swallowing a piece of his sandwich and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, “You’re the best.” Michael laughed and playfully slugged Jeremy’s shoulder, grateful Jeremy was feeling better. “Yeah,” he said, flashing him a cheeky grin, “Tell me something I don’t know.”

  


A one-shot featuring a headcanon from @gayradwhitedad

A Lovely Situation ( Chapter 1 )

Lin x Reader Summary: So this is the beginning of a little Lin x Reader that no one requested. (Y/N) is seriously crushing on Daveed, and when she finally tells him, he rejects her. Lin ends up comforting (Y/N) and getting a bit closer to her. Daveed ends up fighting for her and she gets confused with her feelings and wonders if she had liked Lin all along….

Word count: 2,449  

Warnings: tiny bit of angst? Rejection.

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Today is the day. The day when you finally tell Daveed, your best friend of 2 years, that you like him. You were wishing. Hoping, that it wouldn’t ruin everything between you guys. You remembered the day you guys became best friends.

 —Flashback— 

You were walking home from the theatre after your first day of playing Eliza. A wide grin on your face. It was raining that evening, and you had forgotten to bring your umbrella. There were many days where you would have been pissed that you had forgotten your umbrella. Today was one of those days. It was the only thing that ruined your perfect day. You felt the rain abruptly stop. Looking up you saw a big red umbrella covering you. You spun around, to see a tall muscly man towering above you. Your eyes wondered up to his eyes. You then realised who this was. Daveed. The sexiest man on Broadway. “Hey,” you whispered. “Hi! You looked like you needed a bit of cover from the rain. How could you forget your umbrella? It’s raining cats and dogs” Daveed chuckled. “I normally don’t bring one with me. I forget that New York weather is extremely unpredictable sometimes” You said, pulling a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You were amazing as Eliza tonight. It was amazing seeing you perform. You’re so amazing and wow I’ve said amazing a million times.” He started to rub his neck. You looked down and giggled. “Thank you.”

—End Flashback—

You walked into the living room of your shared apartment with your bestie Jasmine. Realising that Daveed was already there, his eyes glued to his phone. You didn’t even hear a knock on the door or even hear him coming in.

“Hey Daveed when did you get here?” 

You swiftly made your way across the room to hug him. He looked up and hugged you before looking down at his phone again.

“Around 5 minutes ago.”

You stood there glaring at him. He didn’t even make eye contact with you. He was texting someone. You noticed as his fingers moved quickly, typing something and his eyes were stuck to his phone like a hot tongue and cool ice. It must be someone. Special

Should I tell him or not you asked yourself. You took in a deep breath and opened your mouth. 

“Uhm. Daveed can I talk to you for a minute or two?” You asked him.

“Sure!” He replies without raising his eyes from his phone.

A-Alone.” You said quietly as you looked over to Jasmine staring wide eyed at the both of you. Daveed’s eyes shot up as soon as you stuttered the word alone. You never stuttered. Not even when you were nervous as heck.

“Ooooh!” Jasmine screamed as she heard what she said. Of course she would do that. Your roommate, your best friend knew exactly why you wanted to speak to Daveed alone. Daveed chuckled under his breath. Damnit he’s so cute you thought. 

“What are you ooooohing at Jasmine?” Your other friend Pippa questions as she walked out of the kitchen holding a bag of salty popcorn. You notice Daveed looking down at his phone again. He was probably texting the same person. Completely unaware of the world.

“Y/N wants to talk to Daveed alone.” Jasmine retorts in a childish voice.

“Haha Jasmine. Stop ooohing and leave them alone. Oh and Y/N remember, it’s my break day today, you’re on as Eliza today.” 

 You smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

“Daveed? Earth to Diggs!” You shout as he isn’t paying attention at all

“Hmm? Oh yes! What did you wan-” 

You quickly pulled him away to your bedroom so you can finally say what you wanted to say.

“Why are we in your bedroom?” He says as he winks at you. God he’s so lovable you think to yourself. 

“Omg stop. That doesn’t matter. Ok, I. Look I don’t really. Uhm. How should I say thi- Ok. I like you Daveed! I’m sick of pretending to be just friends I’m tired of you talking about all your new girlfriends. I. I just. Really really like you!” You blurted out.

Daveed put his phone in his pocket and sighed and stared at you. Hand scratching his head. You knew that that wasn’t a good sign.

“I-I’m so sorry Y/N, but I don’t feel the same. I hate that you’ve said this to me. I don’t really know where to go from here.”If only you told me this 2 years ago when I had feelings for you. He shouted in his head.

You stared at each other for a minute. Tears brewing in your eyes. Regret in his eyes. You did it. You never thought you would ever do it. But you did it. You told him. You told Daveed you liked him. After a year of being just best friends you threw a live grenade into your platonic relationship. And broke it apart. Ruined everything between you. You had been so cocky. You had always thought he liked you back because of the way he acted. Dammit Daveed why did you have to give you mixed signals! He turned around.

“I gotta get to the theatre. Uhm I’ll see you later.” He says with his back to you. He twisted the handle of your bedroom door and showed himself his way out of your apartment.

You broke down. You fell to the ground onto your knees. Tears running away from your eyes and down your cheeks. You started to cry and sob louder. Jasmine and Pippa ran into your bedroom both falling onto the floor to hug you as tight as they could.

“Wh-What happened Y/N?!” Pippa asks.

“Yeah what happened? We saw Daveed run out of the apartment! He didn’t even say goodbye to us.” Jazzy questions.

“He doesn’t like me back. I’ve destroyed our friendship. I’m a moron.. Pippa I’m really sorry. I know it’s your break day. But I can’t go in and see Daveed.” You whisper as you try to hold back your tears.

Pippa gives an understanding nod and Jazzy hugs you tighter. They didn’t want to say anything. They didn’t know what to say.

“You guys should head to the theatre…I’ll be fine. Just don’t say or do anything stupid to Daveed.” You say as you make your way to your bed.

“Okay..” They both say in unison as they kiss your cheeks and say goodbye.

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 You spent the next few days in your bedroom and you only got up from your bed to use the bathroom or for food. Jazzy knew that whenever you’re upset you just want to be left alone so she only came into your room if it was really important. But she always came in every morning to give you a tight, long and understanding hug.

During those long days you were staring at your phone. Hoping that Daveed would text you. You guys would text and talk every single day so it was strange when you didn’t get his texts.

*DING*

You gasp and quickly grab your phone hoping it was Daveed only revealing it wasn’t. Instead, it was Pippa.

From Pippa: Hey (Y/N)!! I know that you’re probably still upset about the whole Daveed thing but I’m suffering from a sore throat and I’m in desperate need of a break! Could you play Eliza tomorrow?? Xx

You sigh loudly. You didn’t really want to stand on the Richard Rodgers stage to sing and dance your heart out. You didn’t want to face…Daveed. But you felt extremely bad for Pippa and a bit selfish as you didn’t let her have a break the other day.

To Pippa: Aw..Sorry to hear about that! Of course I’ll play Eliza I’m sorry I didn’t let you have your break the other day… x

From Pippa: Great!! And it’s okay! Love you x

You began to doze off into your dreams…

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You woke up in the morning all groggy. Looking over to your clock to see what time time was. 10:00am. You yawned pretty loud and got up to face the rest of the day. 

From Pippa: Hey good luck tonight!! You haven’t been on as Eliza in ages! Don’t get the words wrong missy 

 You smiled at the text. Pippa was the only friend sending you cute texts messages to cheer you up. Well Jazzy is a different story, everyday she would shower you with hugs. 

 To Pippa: Thanks Pip! You deserve this break<3 

 You turned off your phone and made your way to the theatre.

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The 10 minutes till places call was being made. Quickly you put on your costume and headed to Anthony’s dressing room to find Jazzy. Daveed walked past you. You didn’t even realise. You didn’t even want to realise. You just continued walking and looked to your left. Where you couldn’t be able to see him at all.

 “5 minutes till places”

You sighed. You weren’t gonna find Jazzy on time so you rushed to the left wing, preparing for your entrance. Behind you was Daveed. It wasn’t really a surprise. It’s not like he was going to apologise. It’s not like he was going to confess his undying love for you. No he was just there because he needed to be Thomas Jefferson in the first song. Not your boyfriend. Not your best friend. Just Thomas. Jefferson.

Lin noticed you being a bit fidgety so being one of the greatest friends he is. He put his hand on your shoulder for reassurance and whispered in your ear.

 “You’ll do great, I’m sure if it.”

You looked back at him and forced a weak smile. Nobody knew about the “Daveed Incident” but Pippa and Jazzy. And you were planning to keep it that way. You didn’t really want everyone up in your business anyway.

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That night as Act 1 Eliza didn’t feel normal. You tried so hard to plaster a smile on your face for the whole show. It didn’t work. Your voice wasn’t as powerful as normal and you had to always wipe away a tear pretending it was a tear of joy because *Eliza was so happy.*

Act 2 was a different story. Eliza was horribly mortified throughout the whole act. You could finally stop forcing your smiles and blame your voice cracks on *Eliza being sad.*

You kept glancing over to the entrances and you always saw Daveed there. He never stood there when he wasn’t supposed to be on the next song. Every time you looked over. He was already staring at you. You made sure to look at him with tears in your eyes. Show him what he’s done to you. How much he’s hurt you.

You faced Daveed and sang the “How they perceive you. You, you, you..” With much more power than the other lines you sang. All you wanted is for him to say sorry. He didn’t have to confess his undying love for you. All you wanted to hear was an “I’m sorry” I guess he’s too proud to say it you thought

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After the performance all you wanted to do was go home to eat ice cream and just cry in your bed. It was a great way to end a day of seeing Daveed’s face everywhere. Everyone congratulated you and made sure you were ok, they must have noticed that you weren’t your usual perky - almost bursting out in laughter and not tears in act 2 - self. You went into your dressing room and quickly changed into your street clothes. Noticing the tiniest things. Like how Daveed’s things weren’t scattered around your room like before. Things have changed. So much. Just in a few days.

You opened the door to your dressing room and saw Daveed. You stared at him. Waiting for the two words. He was startled that you were there. Almost as if he was expecting you to be lying around and not already ready to go home.

 “Uh..I-” he said sheepishly as his hand started to rub his neck.

Just say it Daveed. Sorry. That’s all you have to say. You’re sorry. You thought as you stood there with your arms crossed, glaring at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

“I thought you did great out there,” he finally managed to spit it out.But they weren’t the words you wanted to hear. At. All. 

 “Unbelievable.” You mutter underneath your breath as you scoff and push through him. Making your way to the back doors. “(Y/N)!” You heard someone call out. The voice shouted out again “(Y/N)!” Unsure of who it was you slowly turned around. Lin. Lin had always been the friend you could count on. Whenever Daveed was away for anything. Or off sick. Lin would always be by your side. Even when Daveed was here Lin would always. Always be there as well.

“Hey! Why are you in such a rush today?” He says. There’s a tone of worry in his voice. Making you panic a bit. You didn’t want him to see you like this.

“Uhm. I have a date. With my couch and TV!” You said giggling. A wide grin appeared on Lin’s face, making you grin. His smile would cheer up a whole town.

“Mind if I..if I joined you? It’s a bit awkward to be third wheeling but I’m fine with it!”

“Sure! Why not?” you said, forcing a smile.

You really wanted to be alone that night as Jazzy was staying at Anthony’s house today. You wanted to be alone to just cry on the sofa. “Wooooop! Let’s go then!” 

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It was 10:47pm and you were both curled up on the sofa and Lin had already fallen asleep. He looked adorably cute in this position. Your head resting on Lin’s shoulder. His head resting on your head. You decided to grab your phone and snap a little picture for Twitter because your fans thought you were dead as you hadn’t posted anything in a while.

You tried to laugh quietly as you posted it on your Twitter with the caption

 @Y/N: 

 I’m not dead guys I’m here!! With the one and only @Lin_Manuel! P.s he snores if you guys wanted to know Pp.s Lin is going to kill me when he sees this. Ppp.s then I truly will be dead.

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 Daveed stared at the picture that you tweeted, he reread the caption again and again and again. He noticed that you both looked very close. Maybe too close, he didn’t like it at all. It was at this point. He felt the amorous feelings he had for you come back.

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