gah my heart!

i just had a heart attack because i got a new computer and i’m trying to transfer my phanfics folder (yes i have one of those and it’s very complicated i have folders for literally EVERYTHING and i have a system lol) and i almost deleted it but it has like 20 fics that i have ready to post but DON’T WORRY I GOT IT I STILL HAVE IT but i almost lost everything and I was going to burst into tears bc one of them was almost 9k words


“I have so many things to tell you–”

((the airport reunion is still making me tear up, so I went and re-drew some screenshots to deal with the feelings))

The perfect visual to match this perfect line

Anchors ∾ m.dl.c

posted 4/24/17

request? yes
  “ Can i request a Montgomery imagine where him and Y/N are bestfriends but everyone can tell they like each other and she kind of his “anchor” like she calms him down all the time since he has a bad temper and then he confesses his feelings to her?

pairing(s): montgomery x fem!reader

warning(s): pretty short & crappy, a small sexual tension part, and idk what else

a/n: i got into hella feels when i wrote this. gah, my heart. + i’m sorry this is so bad, please don’t hurt me

words: 571

“You’re the one who acted like a fucking psycho.”

“Hey. Watch the language.“

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I always wanted to use the word ‘Colorama’ in a song ever since I saw Antonioni’s Blow Up. It was an unplugged neon light at the back of my mind for years. Some lyrics are declarations of love or hate written in blood or carved in a bus stop, in need of little or no melodic illumination. Some, I believe, are there almost entirely to facilitate it. If I ever thought about it at all I’m sure I used to think the melody was the vessel that carried the lyrics but more recently it has occurred to me that the opposite is often true.

The problem with the neon sign analogy is that neon signs are invariably bolted to the wall and full of gas. Melody seems as though its poured rather than sprayed and doesn’t feel as though whatever holds it ought to be fixed to anything.

I sometimes imagine each word to be made using a three dimensional open-top glass alphabet. Each letter built to harness and transport the mirror ball liquid marble of the melody. When the ‘substance’ fills up the syllables they seem to shimmer and become weightless. With the addition of close harmony I see colours swirl together, parts of the lyrics glow and the way in which they float suggests that something like the 'star gate’ sequence from 2001: A Space Odyssey is happening deep inside them out of view.

Happy 31st Birthday, Alexander David Turner ♡ (January 6th, 1986)

anonymous asked:

Hi there!! I love your blog a lot. I'm really shy to come off anon so I'll ask here - if you're doing imagines, could I have one where 2Ds significant other wakes up in the hospital after an accident and she has a hard time remembering who he is? Thank you again and please keep sharing your talents with us ❤️

Hello there! Thanks so much, gah when people say nice things I just melt.❤️ ❤️ ❤️

No need to be shy! But it’s okay to remain on anon! Most of my requests are from anons :) 

and THIS PROMPT. MY HEART. GAH STAB ME IN THE CHEST WHY DONT YA. Writing this broke me. Like it isn’t that sad I’m just sensitive af xD I hope you’re happy with yourself .

Angst and fluff ahead! 

“There she is… jus layin there. She hasn’t woke up for days isn’ there anythin else you lot can do but just uselessly wait ?!” exclaims a frustrated blue haired, black eyed man to an attending doctor, a group of residents and interns doing their morning rounds.

2D has been a mess for the past week, he doesn’t know how to handle himself, he’s had temper tantrums and breakdowns and he’s been unable to sleep just in case she has another seizure or wakes up.

The love of his life used to be so energetic and loveable. She’d always be there for him in the midst of his debilitating migraines and anxiety attacks. She’d always reassure him, she took care of him. She’d keep him sane. And now he’s sitting by her side after a bastard hit and runner hit her car, pushing her into a bed of ice which flipped the car. She head hit the wheel very hard, splitting it open, and when the car flipped the seat belt bruised her chest and she had stopped breathing until paramedics resuscitated her.

“I’m sorry sir, the only thing we can do now is wait for her to wake up. She hit her head pretty hard, however the swelling in her brain has reduced by almo-”

“Yeh, 80 percent you’ve told me already. Sod off, will ya?” He irritably glares at the doctors, waving them all off.

The band sits in the corner of the room, worried for their friends, looking at  the blue haired mess with his back to them, leaning forward into his chair, hunched over and grabbing his hair with his hands.”

“Heya D, why don’t we head home. You’ve been here for 5 days… You need some sleep, a shower and a change of clothes.” Russel insists for the third time today.

“Go if you’d like.” 2D mutters with his back still towards them.

“C’mon Dents, you don’t want the lass to wake up from yer stench do ya?” Murdoc jokes, placing a hand on 2D’s shoulder which is shrugged off and he quickly turns around to look the band in their faces before he snaps at them

“Why don’t you all just leave if you don’t want to be here!” 2D explodes.

“Hey, that’s not what we’re saying… what you’re putting yourself through isn’t healthy…” Noodle pitches in.

Before the ticked off 2D can snap at the guitarist, a grumble sounds, coming from the hospital bed behind him. Frantically, he turns around and rushes to the bed, grabbing her hand and squeezing it tight. Noodle runs to find a doctor.

“Wha was that, love?” he asks on the verge of tears.

“They’re right-” She says with a raspy, strained voice. “From what that guy said, you’ve been here for a while…” She looks at Russel and smiles at him, clearing her throat.

“That guy? You mean, you don’t know who he is?” Stu says, worried.

Oh yeah, um, what happened? And who are you guys? Thanks for staying by my side bu-”

The doctors rush and one takes out his flashlight, without a word he flashes it in her eyes, demanding her to look certain directions. Another doctor starts messing with her legs, asking if she can feel the pen he runs up and down her feet. The band is all but shoved to the side while the doctors hover around her asking questions before she snaps.

I’ll answer all these questions AFTER you tell me what happened! PLEASE.

2D comes forward telling her about the accident, he’s crying as he does so, wiping away tears and clutching her hand to his chest, kissing it softly.

“I’m your boyfriend, 2D. This is Noodle, Russel, and Murdoc. They’re your friends and my band mates.”

“My…boyfriend?” She looks up at him. “2…Dee?”

The doctor begins to ask her some questions about her past and she seems to remember the schools she went to, the names of her parents and other memories from her childhood.

It seems like she has a case of amnesia. Now, this could have been caused by either the accident or it could be drug induced. If she suffers from amnesia due to the anesthesia from the surgery she may regain her memory in at least a couple of days, at most: a couple of weeks. If it’s from the accident there is no telling if she’ll regain her memory or how long it will take.” With that the doctors filed out of the room, and the band members left with a goodbye from Noodle: “We’ll leave you two alone…Call us if you need anything!”

“Yeh, call her if ya need anything!” Murdoc chimes. He pats 2D on the back and kissed his bruised, hospitalized friend on the forehead before leaving. Russel does the same, and Noodle offers help once again before actually leaving


“I’m sorry that I don’t remember you… “ She looks at her hand in his, the one he pulled to his chest. She looks as if she’s about to cry.

2D wipes away his own tears and starts to encourage her “No! No, love don’t be sorry! It’s not your fault… I’m just crying because I was so worried. I’m so happy you’re okay. I don’t know how I would live without ya, love. You really scared me. I bet you’ll regain your memory in no time at all.”

She looks down, in shock that someone, even her own boyfriend would care about her this much. The mess of a man in front of her was crying for her and barely left her side this whole time and she wasn’t sure how to feel. Guilty? Happy? Loved? Unworthy?

“What if… I never regain my memories?” She takes her hand back and covers her face, beginning to cry.

“Don’t cry, love, please don’t cry. If you don’t then you don’t! Then we’ll create more memories together. You and the band, we can create more. We love you no matter what. I love you no matter what.”

He leans his head on her shoulder which lays on the hospital bed. She moves a hand to rest on his head, running her fingers through his hair.

“So, what do you do in this band?”

2D looks up to see her forced smile. Somewhat happy that she’s trying to be positive, heartbroken that she feels the need to hide her true feelings from him. The lump in his throat starts to form again. Before tears threaten to spill over he clears his throat and responds: “I’m the singer.”

“Did I like your band?”  Her eyes brightened up and she shifted, moving away from him to lean on the opposite side of the bed, patting the vacant spot. He climbed into the bed, taking the covers and pulling them up to their waists.

“You were a fan when we met you…We met at a meet and greet, you and the band I mean. And all you asked us for was a hug.” He chuckled. “Your friend mentioned something to Russel about how much our music meant to you two, how hard you’ve had it since you were unemployed at the time and how you scraped up the last of your money just to be able to see us live. When Murdoc heard that he offered you a job with us as our sound tech. You spazzed in front of everyone when Murdoc asked if you wanted the job. It was quite adorable.” She looks at 2D in wonder as he tells her the story of how they met.

“W-what was my favorite song?” She asks shyly.

“Ah you loved Melancholy Hill. You know, you used to ask me to sing for you all the time? You’d love when I sang you to sleep.” 2D remembers, smiling a big toothless smile at her reaction to his revelation.

“Sing for me?” She asks him with big curious eyes. “Please?”

2D takes a shaky breath and wraps an arm around her. She doesn’t know how to react to his intimate move, so she just stood still. As he sang, he began to sway, rocking her slightly. She became more comfortable as the song progressed.

“Up on Melancholy Hill there’s a plastic tree
Are you here with me?
Just looking out on the day of another dream
Where you can’t get what you want but you can get me
So let’s set out to sea
Cause you are my medicine when you’re close to me
When you’re close to me…”

She leans her head on 2D’s  chest as he sings, her head rising and falling with his breath. She wraps an arm around him and begins to hug him tight as he sings. She closes her eyes as tears start to spill over.

“So call in the submarines ‘round the world we’ll go
Does anybody know
If we’re looking out on the day of another dream?
If you can’t get what you want then come with me
Up on Melancholy Hill
Sits the manatee
Just looking out for the day
When you’re close to me
When you’re close to me
When you’re close to me”

She looks up with teary eyes and butterflies which makes her stomach do tiny flips. She hasn’t known this odd looking blue haired, black eyed man for long since she woke up without her memory, but she knows she loves him, she feels that she can trust him with everything. She knows that she had to have been crazy about him because this just feels right. Hugging him, being with him feels so natural. “Thank you, Stu.” she whispers. 

“Wha- didja jus call me, love?” He says with a big smile. “I never told you my name was Stuart.” He says as he pulls her closer, hugging her tight with one arm as his other hand is entwined with hers.