he is alive in my mind

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Headcanons for idw megatron who falls for a human (before he became an autobot).

IDW Megatron (before he became an Autobot)

-Is confused as heck. An organic??? How??? How did they even get to Cybertron?

-Eventually he just goes with it and pushes it to the back of his mind. Until he actually sees you out on the battlefield. You’re taking cover and barking directions into the air as you point in several different directions. The bot with you is heavily damaged and you’re doing everything to keep them alive while you await backup. He leaves you alone, wondering if the organic his spark is drawn to can preform under fire.

-You do. And he has to admit begrudgingly that you preformed… admirably.

-Eventually he loses sight of you as he gets further into the war. Then he sees you again. This time you appear older, more battle worn and by the most noninvasive scans he can preform he can tell you’ve got quite a few battle scars under the biosuit.

-This time he confronts you.

-You surprise him and stand your ground even as he strides towards you with his fusion canon primed and aimed directly at you. You refuse to back down in the face of certain death and Megatron admits he cannot figure out if it’s because you’re incredibly brave…or incredibly stupid.

-Turns out it’s a little bit of both as you tell him straight to his faceplate you do not fear him. He warns you he’s killed mechs for less. A sneer is what he receives before he’s dodging fire from incoming backup. Her can hear your voice taunting him as he moves for better cover.

-A blaze of glory is the best way to burn out.

-Now he’s really interested.

-There are more meetings. More banters. You even convince one of the mechs on base to configure heavy duty weapons into the biosuit you had to wear on the battlefield.

-Next encounter ended with Megatron having a smoking aft and you laughing your ass off as he watched you in amused shock. Soundwave doesn’t question it, Stascream knows not to. There is gossip.

-You start trying to meet him when you go out there. He’s wearing a knowing smirk that you just can’t stand (oh hush up who the flip do you think you’re foolin?) as you swagger up to him.

-It’s confusing, but the two of you somehow make it work. You relate it to a romantic tragedy from back on earth and relay it to the warmonger. He assures you gruffly he would not be as foolish as the male human.

-You try to take comfort in that as you two hang out in your nightly rendezvous point. Often it’s silent, other times it’s him complaining of the incompetence of his soldiers. You could be using these moments to steal information. He could as well. The both of you don’t because neither of you are willing to give up the cause you live for.

-No, you’re both content to live in the moment. When the war’s not happening and it’s just the two of you in the night in each others company.

the best parts of the raven boys (featuring me crying)

- adam and ronan literally dragging each other on moving dollys behind the bmw like what nerds

- “if it had a social security number, ronan had fought with it”

- noah told them like 400 times that he was dead why was this news

- ronan being so extra about picking fights with declan. school? sure. monmouth? hell yea. nino’s parking lot? let’s fuckin go!!!

- the first thing blue ever sees ronan do is run into the light hanging above the booth at nino’s #clumsygay™

- ronan’s number on the nino’s bathroom stall door (honestly what the fuck)

- president cell phone

- gansey describing his friends as “the sulky one” and “the smudgy one”

- take a shot every time blue or adam call gansey condescending 

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William Shakespeare- the Bard of Avon, Legendary Wordsmith, was, in all probability, super queer. We’re going to look at the evidence, read some lovely poems, read some raunchy poems, and generally just talk Shakespeare.

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"I can't believe someone hit him cuz he's a Nazi. It's his right to be whatever he wants to be."

well then I’m sure you don’t mind being treated the same way they treated the Jewish people

**sets him on fire and laughs while he burns alive and uses the flames to light my blunt**

I Got You On My Mind [Part 3]

Jungkook Soulmate AU

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Summary: Jungkook can feel when your entire world falls apart, and his shatters into a million more pieces.

Word count: 2k words

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An immobilizing sense of panic shot through Jungkook, causing him to freeze. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, and his vision became unfocused in his state of unadulterated fear. Immediately, Jungkook sensed that the sudden emotion was being transmitted through your soulmate bond, and soon fear wasn’t the only feeling Jungkook was contending with.

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Jungkook thought helplessly. He moved through the crowd, leaving behind whichever girl he had been talking to, and tried to escape the confines of the party. The sense of panic he had been feeling had suddenly ceased, which was even more worrying. “Talk to me–are you alright? Fuck! Y/N!

By the time Jungkook reached the front door, he was covered in a sheen layer of sweat–in part from the heat of the party, and mostly because of his increasing worry. He burst through the door, lurching into the cool, night air.

“Y/N!” he bellowed, head swinging side to side as he searched for you. Cursing, Jungkook realized he had no idea where to even look. He couldn’t hear your thoughts, so relying on luck, he turned to his right and ran.

Jungkook sprinted down the empty road, his footsteps falling heavily and echoing through the silence. His lungs burned and his muscles ached, but the cold grip of fear around his heart kept him running.

In his mind, he could feel your presence slipping away. Even if you were silent, there was always a warm, comforting feeling of your presence. But now, it was being replaced with cold nothingness.

He prayed that you were safe–he knew that he had caused whatever had made you so panicked. Jungkook wished he could go back in time, stop you from leaving. Maybe even go back further, and stop you from hurting at all.

But he knew that it was useless to hope.

As Jungkook turned a corner, he was blinded by bright, flashing blue, red, and white lights. An ambulance was stalled in the middle of the road alongside a single car. Jungkook’s feet skidded to a stop as he stared at the scene unfolding before him.

“No,” he whispered, his voice breaking. Staggering forward, Jungkook’s eyes began to water with unshed tears. A man stood in his path, so Jungkook grabbed him roughly by the shoulders and spun him around. The man stared up at Jungkook, his eyes wide and his face pale. “What happened!?”

“T-there was an accident,” the man explained, his voice shaking. His eye’s darted to the right, so Jungkook’s followed.

On the ground, a girl lay sprawled on the cement in front of the parked car. Two paramedics were kneeling beside her, assessing her injuries as they prepared her body for the stretcher.

Jungkook knew immediately that it was you. His body moved forward on its own accord as Jungkook’s mind screamed.

“No,” he repeated, his voice becoming louder. It cracked as he spoke. The paramedics turned around, alarmed at the sight of the distressed boy.

“Sir, please stand back,” one of them said, standing up with his hands in front of him placatingly. “We need you to stay out of the way so we can get to the hospital.”

“She’s my soulmate!” Jungkook cried, surging forward to get closer to you. The paramedic sprung up, grabbing Jungkook by the shoulders and holding him back. “Let me see her! Is she alive? Oh god–tell me she’s alive!”

Jungkook’s hoarse cries filled the quiet night, his words becoming mangled together until they were indecipherable. Another pair of hands grabbed Jungkook and stopped him from struggling–he was pretty sure they belonged to the man who had hit you.

And god, Jungkook wanted to be angry with that man. He wanted to be furious. But Jungkook knew that everything was his fault. If you died, it would be because of Jungkook. The fight left him, and Jungkook crumpled to the ground.

Silent sobs wracked his frame as he kneeled, watching your lifeless body being whisked away on a stretcher into the ambulance. Sirens began wailing as the ambulance lurched to life, but to Jungkook, the sound seemed far away. He could only stare as the ambulance–as his soulmate–sped away into the night, disappearing into obscurity.

Jungkook’s mind was blank. He felt numb everywhere, he couldn’t even feel his own body. It was like he had slipped away and was watching himself from someplace else, wishing that what had happened wasn’t real.

He wondered if this was all just an elaborate nightmare. If, at any moment, he would wake up never having met you. That way, he had a chance to undo all the mistakes he had made. Jungkook wished that were true, but he knew better than to wish.

“Come on, I’ll take you to the hospital,” the man from before spoke, his tired voice lined with guilt. “Don’t worry son, I’m sure she’ll be alright.”

Jungkook felt himself being lifted, and he stood up shakily. The man led Jungkook into his car, struggling to get the large boy into the vehicle. They rode in silence to the nearest hospital, and by the time they arrived, Jungkook wasn’t sure how much time had passed.


Since he had arrived at the hospital, Jungkook had done nothing but stare at the walls in the hallway in front of him, waiting for you to exit the emergency room. After a few hours, your body was whisked away to an intensive care unit. Jungkook followed the line of doctors and nurses that wheeled you away, met by looks of pity.

The doctors tried to explain the extend of your injuries to Jungkook, but their words fell on deaf ears. All he could do was stare at you. You had been moved to a hospital bed, looking impossible small underneath thin, white sheets. There were cuts and bruises all across one side of your face. Like before, you were unresponsive.

Eventually, the room emptied out, and only you and Jungkook remained. He dragged a chair across the room, its legs squeaking against the cleanly polished tiles. Jungkook sat down beside your bed and did nothing but stare.

White walls and the scent of antiseptic surrounded Jungkook. His dark clothing was a stark contrast against all the white and pale grey around him. He hated everything about hospitals–they brought up so many terrible memories.

But for once, he was able to find comfort. The steady beeping of your heart monitor ignited a spark of hope within Jungkook.

From the night into the morning, nurses drifted in and out of the unit to check on you. They cast worried looks at Jungkook, who had not moved in several hours. One even tried to bring to bring him food, only to return an hour later and see it untouched.

People tried speaking to Jungkook again. He couldn’t bring himself to listen properly, but a few words lingered, like “serious head trauma” and “potential brain damage.” Those words echoed around in the background of Jungkook’s mind ceaselessly.

In the time Jungkook had spent watching you, he also had time to think. He tried to recall every one of your thoughts he had heard. Every conversation you had shared. It was impossible to reestablish them all–he had been listening to you for as long as he could remember.

In his life that had been filled with so many horrors and so much sadness, you were the one bright light in the darkness that surrounded Jungkook. And how, that light was so close to being extinguished. With nothing better to do, Jungkook whispered quiet confessions, hoping that even in your unconscious state, you would hear them.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Jungkook whispered, his voice rough after everything he had put it through. “I’m sorry for everything–everything I’ve done, everything I’ve said. I never wanted to hurt you, never. You mean the world to me.”

He could feel his eyes begin to water, but in the sanctity of the empty room, Jungkook did not stop talking.

“I never thought we would meet so soon,” Jungkook confessed, tears slipping down his cheeks. He reached out for your hand, holding it carefully in his larger ones. “I wasn’t ready. Right now, I’m not…I’m not a good person. I wanted to change–become someone you could be proud of. But in the end, you already knew exactly who I was. I wasn’t ready to face you, and I pushed you away. I’m sorry.”

Jungkook kept talking, pouring his heart out to your unhearing ears. He spoke until his voice faltered and he had no more words to say. But even then, he knew it wasn’t enough. He would do anything to make you understand. He wasn’t sure if you could live not knowing if you would every forgive him.

Suddenly, in his clammy palms, Jungkook felt your hand twitch. His eyes widened and jumped to your face. Your eyelids were twitching as you roused slowly. Jungkook leapt to his feet and searched for the assistance button.

“Nurse!” he yelled, his voice cracking. He jammed the button frantically, unsure of what to do as you began to wake.

Jungkook watched in awe as your eyes opened slowly. You squinted into the bright light, your eyes darting around the room as you tried to make sense of what was happening.

“What happened?” you croaked, your voice hoarse after almost a day of misuse. Your eyes moved to Jungkook who was standing beside you. “Why am I here?”

“You were in a car accident,” Jungkook explained softly, a sense of relief flooding through him. His soulmate was alive–everything was going to be alright. “You have a few injuries, but you’re going to be fine.”

“Oh…okay,” you replied slowly, still not understanding. “But why are you here? Where’s Jieun? Who are you?”

Jungkook’s heart stopped in his chest. Did you forget?

“Would you mind telling me the date?” Jungkook asked, sounding much calmer than he felt.

“It’s August 6th, I think,” you said after a moment. Jungkook stared, wide-eyed. You had completely forgotten the past three months. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”

“My name’s Jungkook,” he spoke finally, trying to keep his voice steady. “Y-you may have forgotten me, because of your injuries. But I’m your soulmate.”

“Really? My soulmate?” you repeating, squinting in disbelief. “But you go to my university. Why haven’t you said anything before?”

“We didn’t find out until recently,” Jungkook supplied with a small smile. A nurse burst into the room, gasping when she saw that you were conscious. She called for a doctor, but neither of you paid her entrance any mind.

“Wow,” you breathed, a huge smile lighting up your face. “I can’t believe I finally met you. And that I forgot everything. Will my memories come back?”

“Probably,” Jungkook said, although he wasn’t sure if he wanted that to be true. “We haven’t spent a lot of time together, so you’re not forgetting much.”

“Hey, how do I know you’re not lying?” you suddenly demanded, pointing an accusing finger at Jungkook. It almost made him laugh, and it definitely made him smile. “What’s something only my soulmate would know?”

“When we were younger, we used to think of love songs,” Jungkook remembered suddenly. “You thought of Taylor Swift a lot. I sang ‘Marry Me,’ mostly.”

“Right, we did that,” you confirmed quietly, blushing at the memory. You looked up at Jungkook, your eyes wide and vulnerable. “So, we’re really soulmates. Wow. Do you…do you love me?”

“Yes,” was Jungkook’s immediate response. He realized, in all the times that he had actually spoken to you, that was the first time he had never lied.

Eventually, a doctor entered the room and began asking you questions. Jungkook stared from the sidelines as the examination progressed. The entire time, your eyes kept jumping to Jungkook’s, a bright blush on your face. Every time, Jungkook indulged you with a smile, but he could only wonder when this wonderful illusion would fall apart.

- Girl in Luv

Wow!! Part 3 already guys. Thank you so much for all the support 💛 I know this is like cliffhanger after cliffhanger, but I have PLANS. This story’s becoming a lot more complex than what I had imagined when I first began writing it, but I hope you guy still enjoy it. Tell me if you liked it, and let me know what you think is going to happen! So thanks again for all the love guys!!! Happy reading 🤓

  • Raoul De Chagny: Christine, there is no Phantom of the Opera!
  • Nadir Khan (narrating): I am sorry to say that there was, indeed, a Phantom of the Opera, but for your peace of mind I will admit that he was not, literally, a ghost. Usually, the word ghost refers to a supernatural being, a shadow of something past, an ethereal creature that used to be human before being dead. However, sometimes there are creature whose misfortune is so unspeakable that being dead would probably be a better fate. Our Phantom, which I assure you, was very much alive, is, or was, one of these creatures: and that is why he called himself a Phantom, or a ghost, despite his being not dead yet.

so i wrote this in the youtube comments but i also wanted to put it here

so this is just my interpretation, but we first see tyler being driven in the car looking uncomfortable and slightly scared but not actively trying to escape. we later see the hooded figure driving, i think that must be blurryface. the car could represent tyler’s mind or tyler’s life but either way it’s obvious that blurryface is in control. blurryface is wearing his seatbelt, tyler is not. i don’t really know what that represents but perhaps that blurryface is comfortable and wants to remain where he is and tyler doesn’t. however, even though tyler looks scared he doesn’t leave which reminds me of glowing eyes “do i want to say goodbye to all the glowing eyes, i’m holding onto what i know”, people have speculated that ‘glowing eyes’ are tyler interpretation of depression, similar to blurryface’s glowing red eyes. as the music video goes on, the car starts to fall apart, and blurryface disappears, as the car breaks more, tyler stands up, this could be him asserting himself, and he leaves the car to join josh, perhaps symbolising that he’s strong with josh. also, the car explodes which reminded me of “sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind”
however, the video ends with tyler back in the car being driven around again, presumably by blurryface, this could be saying that even when tyler thinks he’s defeated blurryface, he still manages to come back. sorry this is so long and rambly but i hope this opens up discussion |-/

​ edit: (21/3/17) i just realised that the first lyrics to holding onto you apply massively to the music video, ‘i’m taking over my body, no more shotty’, shotty referring to riding shotgun, and not being in control of a car… or a body, or a mind, or a life

My rough draft script for “William Shakespare is Super Bisexual” goes from very silly dick joke reference to fairly technical commentary on apply modern labels to historical figures very fast.


Today we are going to talk about how William Shakespeare was super bisexual.

William Shakespeare- love him or hate him, you know who he is. This guy. The Bard of Avon. England’s National Poet. Good ole Billy Shakes. Willy “Dick Joke” Shake-a-Spear. He’s sort of a big deal. He was also super into dudes AND ladies.

So before we go any further, I do want to quickly address an important point- as I mentioned briefly in my Oscar Wilde and Walt Whitman video, discussing the sexual orientation of historical figures can be tricky. Modern terms and understandings of sexuality and sexual orientation are, well, modern. The word “heterosexual” wasn’t even coined until 1892. So, keep that in mind. If you were to ask Shakespeare if he was bisexual, he wouldn’t have known what that word meant. So I’m not going to argue about whether or not Shakespeare would have personally identified with the label bisexual, or if he would have prefered pansexual or queer, or whatever, were he alive today. Rather, I’m going to argue that, from the evidence we have, Shakespeare seems to meet our modern definitions for bisexual- someone who is attracted to two or more genders, someone who is attracted to their own and different gender or genders, someone who is attracted to both men and women (and nonbinary people.)

With that said, let’s first talk about who William Shakespeare is, what we know about him, and the evidence we have that he was playing for more than one team.

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REQUEST : Write something where y/n had done something bad to harry and thats why H suddenly became cold to her and he makes it hard to earn his trust back but then y/n got into an accident? - Anon

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The Most Gryffindor-y Gryffindors That Ever Were

Rereading this scene from CS and it kind of blew me away.

Next moment, [Harry] was standing alone, gazing at a solid wall of broken rock.

“Ron!” he shouted. “Are you okay? Ron!”

“I’m here!“ came Ron’s muffled voice from behind the rockfall. "I’m okay — this git’s not, though — he got blasted by the wand —”

There was a dull thud and a loud “ow!” It sounded as though Ron had just kicked Lockhart in the shins.

“What now?” Ron’s voice said, sounding desperate. “We can’t get through — it’ll take ages…”

Harry looked up at the tunnel ceiling. Huge cracks had appeared in it. He had never tried to break apart anything as large as these rocks by magic, and now didn’t seem a good moment to try — what if the whole tunnel caved in?

There was another thud and another “ow!” from behind the rocks. They were wasting time. Ginny had already been in the Chamber of Secrets for hours…Harry knew there was only one thing to do.

“Wait there,” he called to Ron. “Wait with Lockhart. I’ll go on… If I’m not back in an hour…”

There was a very pregnant pause.

“I’ll try and shift some of this rock,” said Ron, who seemed to be trying to keep his voice steady. “So you can — can get back through. And, Harry —”

“See you in a bit,” said Harry, trying to inject some confidence into his shaking voice.

And he set off alone past the giant snake skin.

That’s pretty heavy for a pair of 12-year-olds.

Both of them know that Ginny is probably dead. 

Earlier in the scene, Ron had asked Harry if he thought there was “any chance at all she’s not — you know—,” and Harry privately couldn’t see how she could be alive.

Obviously, Harry is being extraordinarily brave. He knows what needs to be done, and he knows that he’s the only one who can do it. He can’t not try, not when there’s the “faintest wildest chance” that Ginny is still alive. And while it’s not the last time Harry will have to go it alone or confront the reality that he might not come back, I think it’s the closest he comes to actually having the “if I don’t come back” conversation.

But Ron deserves credit too.

There’s no question in my mind that Ron wanted to be on the other side of that barrier with his best friend. He was the one who suggested they stop moping in the common room and go to Lockhart’s office to tell him what they know.

For a Gryffindor like Ron, fighting the basilisk is infinitely preferable to playing the waiting game.  If Harry and Ginny had died, imagine how Ron would have felt. He would have spent the rest of his life grieving for them and feeling guilty that he didn’t go along with them. *If I had gone with them, maybe Harry and I could have fought off the basilisk. Maybe we would have been able to save Ginny.* In some ways, I think he would prefer to die along with them then be the only man left standing.

So he could have said, “No, let’s try to move some of this rock so I can come too!”  He could have refused to let Harry go alone or argued for his right to come because Ginny was his sister.

But Ron knows as well as Harry that the clock is ticking. Delaying might give Ron peace of mind and allow him to be part of the action, but every minute they spend trying to free Ron lowers Ginny’s chances. It would be selfish of Ron to try to come with Harry.

He knows they don’t have time to find a way through the rocks right then, he doesn’t have a working wand, and they’ve got Lockhart to worry about. He knows that if Harry/Ginny make it back, they’re going to need to get through to the other side.

So he stays behind. Ron’s going to spend an indeterminate amount of time heaving rocks out of the way, babysitting a lunatic professor, and praying that his sister and his best friend aren’t dead. It’s not exciting, cool, or heroic as Harry’s actions. But in some ways, it’s just as brave.

TL;DR: Ron/Harry are so fucking amazing, and the most Gryffindor Gryffindors there ever were.

Stereotypical (2)

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: swearing, flirting, mentions of child abuse and alcoholism (past), none other yet.

Summary: As a PA/secretary, you are all too familiar with the fantasies nearly all men share: banging their hot assistant. Former jobs haven’t worked out for you for that exact reason, and now starting out at a new company, as the secretary for the CEO of the hottest modelling agency in the country, you’re hoping this one will be different. But after meeting your new boss, Mr J.B. Barnes, you’re not so sure if it will be. Then again, maybe Mr Barnes is not as stereotypical as you think he is.  

A/N: Part two! It’s gonna be a sloooooow burn. (sorry, not sorry) Mention of Naomi Campbell; just saying: I don’t mean anything by it. I love her. Ok? Ok. 

“You enjoying yourself?”

James leaned over your shoulder just as you told another model to take his shirt off (one of the perks of your job)

You snickered, “Always. I love my job”

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Hiiiii~ love your blog! Okay, Can I have a reaction for Wonho, I.M, Jooheon, and Minhyuk going to the beach with you and you're wearing a bikini that's a tiny bit revealing? (Oh wow aha I'm weird) Thank you❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hello, thank you baby!♥

Their reaction to going to the beach and you are wearing a slightly revealing bikini (Wonho, I.M, Jooheon & Minhyuk)

Wonho; He definitely wouldn’t like the looks you got from other guys, who were just eating you alive with their eyes. That’s why he’d wrap his arm around you, or have his hand on your waist, or any sort of ‘she’s mine’ action to let everyone know that you are his and only his. Though because he is so proud to have you as his, he’d have a smug look on his face the whole time, as in ‘yeah that’s right, she’s my girlfriend. jealous?’ thing. 

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I.M; Changkyun is pretty chill so he wouldn’t mind it. Of course he’d send a few death glares at some guys who were staring at you but other than that he wouldn’t mind and just get on with what he was doing without a care, since he knew you didn’t look back at the other guys. He’d make sure to compliment you a lot though, too. 

You look so sexy, baby. God, i don’t think i’ll last long out here with you looking like that.

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Jooheon; He’d whine and complain the second he laid his eyes on you, making you roll your eyes and nudge him away. 

Aish Y/N why are you wearing this? Do you know how many guys will be gawking at you and undressing you with their eyes? Not that there is much to undress since you’re practically naked. Go change..

He’d be a pain in the ass the whole day, but he knew you wouldn’t change your mind so he just moped behind you, also glaring at every guy who looked at you. 

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Minhyuk; He’d gasp when he looked at you and he bit his lip, his cheeks flushing a little as his eyes looked you up and down. He was in awe, seeing his girlfriend look so sexy, and he couldn’t help but feel a little turned on. 

Jagi you look so good! But other guys will be staring..” 

Minhyuk would pout and wrap his arms around you. 

But don’t worry, i’ll make sure they know you’re mine.” He’d have his eyes and hands on you the whole time, admiring your beauty the whole day, showering you with affection. 

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things that keep me up at night: dear evan hansen edition

• what skeletons were in alana’s closet? i want to hug her.

• in “words fail” when evan says “would they like what they saw, or would they hate it, too?” is he referring to hating himself OR is he referring to his absentee father?

• does evan ever tell anyone what really happened in the forest that day?

• what would’ve happened if evan and zoe had met in the orchard that day instead of because of the letter?

• was my last question pointless because the orchard wouldn’t have existed without the connor project and that wouldn’t have existed without zoe and evan already knowing each other?

• if connor hadn’t have taken evan’s letter home and it never got mistaken as his suicide note and evan had never gotten involved with the murphy clan, would he still be alive? did they save his life? or did he save theirs?

• the connor murphy we know and love is merely a manifestation of evan’s mind. who was connor murphy really? (this one really messes with my head)

Y’all mind if I

cry because i’m so fucking proud of Joji like I have waited for him to finally get the recognition he deserves and this is the start of that and OH MY GOD I”M SO GLAD THAT I’M ALIVE TO FUCKING WITNESS THIS

I need to share what I found in my attic last night

By reddit user A10A10A10

I’m an old man living alone in an old house.  My wife and I bought it 10 years ago, just before she passed.  I don’t know how old it is.  If I had to guess, I’d say at least 150 years.  It’s your typical old house in back country southern United States, surrounded by forest and far from the closest neighbor.

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Everybody Hurts Sometime by Jeff Giles
Excerpt from Newsweek interview with Michael Stipe
Newsweek, 9/26/94, Vol. 124 Issue 13, p60, 3p.

What can you tell me about “Let Me In”?
That’s a song that I wrote to Kurt Cobain after he killed himself. [Pause.] I, um…I should be able to do this without getting emotional. [Pause.] I lost a friend in October – River Phoenix was a very, very close friend of mine. And I’ve never suffered such a profound loss. I couldn’t write for five months. We had started the record in September. I’d written two songs and then River died. And, having written “Automatic for the People,” I was not about to write another record about death and loss. So it took me five months to sit down and write again. Then, halfway through making “Monster,” Kurt died. At that point, I just threw my hands up and wrote “Let Me In.”

So when you sing “Hey, let me in” – that’s you talking to Cobain?
That was me on the phone to him, desperately trying to get him out of the frame of mind he was in….In the most big- brotherly way – God, I hate that term – in the most genuine way, I wanted him to know that he didn’t need to pay attention to all this, that he was going to make it through. If R.E.M. had sold 5 million copies of “Murmur,” none of us would be alive to tell the tale. I really believe that. I’d have died with Quaaludes in my blood and a lot of Jack Daniels.

What else did you and Cobain have in common?
One of the things I think I’ve done successfully as a media figure is avoid a lot of the cliches, like the macho posing. I’ve tried really hard to blur the lines, and a lot of that does have to do with sexuality. I like fucking around with gender. I like writing songs that aren’t gender-specific. And I really felt an alliance with both Kurt and River in that both of those guys, in their respective fields, were doing the same thing.

The cliched take on your career is that, when you started out, you were very shy.
It’s not a cliche. It’s the dead truth. I was unbearably shy. And that’s part of what drew me to River. I recognized that in him. The first time I met him, his hair was completely covering his face. And I was like, “God, that was me at 22.” There’s an incredible vulnerability at the core of what River, Kurt and I do – or did.

Just before his death, Cobain said all he wanted to do was record with you. Do you know what sort of music he had in mind?
Yeah, he talked a lot about what direction he was heading in. I mean, I know what the next Nirvana recording was going to sound like. It was going to be very quiet and acoustic, with lots of stringed instruments. It was going to be an amazing fucking record, and I’m a little bit angry at him for killing himself. He and I were going to record a trial run of the album, a demo tape. It was all set up. He had a plane ticket. He had a car picking him up. And at the last minute he called and said, “I can’t come.”

Announcement [Zach Dempsey]

Pairing:Zach Dempsey x pregnant!reader

Request:Hi, could you do a imagine where Reader and Zach are going to have a baby and have to tell their parents and friends? ❤

A/N:This is so far from what you requested so i’m sorry!Your girl here messes up all the time!-M

tags: @gamesandremixes     @shamless-wolfies     @leviathan-cas-05

credits for this amazing gif go to its amazing owner

Having to tell their parents was the biggest and most serious decision they’d ever made in their lives.But they were confident they would understand and help them.Besides,where there’s love there’s comprehension,empathy.

Y/N sighed deeply as she held her boyfriend’s hands.Their first stop was Y/N’s home.Her and Zach were both sitting on the living room couch,waiting for the girl’s mother to return from work.

“Hey,no need to worry.Everything’s gonna be okay…“He reassured and kissed her forehead.She weakly smiled at him.

“But what if it’s not?What if she kicks me out of the house?” She asked put her right hand on her head.

“You’ll come live with me.” He said but when he saw that she was ready to cry,he added: “But there is no way she’ll kick you out.No way!”

That was when the front door opened and Y/N’s mom came to sight.

“Hey guys!” She said with a huge smile on her face.She left her supermarket paper bags in the kitchen and came to hug Zach.

“How are you doing,dude?”

Y/N burst out laughing.Her mom was so awkward.

“Hello Miss Y/L/N.I’m good how about you?“He said and looked at Y/N who gave him a thumbs up,still laughing.

“Y/N,may i know where’s the funny part?“Asked her mother as she pulled away from Zach and lightly patted his back.As she was about to go upstairs,Y/N’s words stopped her.

“Um,mom?Can you please sit down?We’ve something to tell you.”

Her face had gotten serious now.Her heart was beating so fast and she felt lightheaded.But she had to say it.There was no other choice.

Y/N’s mom nodded and sat in front of them,on one of the brown couches,and Zach found his place next to his girlfriend.

“Okay,why are you two like this?Did something bad happen?“Y/N’s mom asked curiously.

“Look,” Y/N started and placed her hand on Zach’s knee. “You like Zach,right?”

Her mom let out a small laugh.

“Of course i do,what kind of question is this?I love Zach,he’s like the son i never had!Why?” Y/N bit her lip and glanced at Zach.He smiled and nodded.He believed in her.He believed she would handle it perfectly.He was so proud of her.At that moment,he was the happiest man alive.

“Well,” Y/N said hesitantly.Come on,it was just a sentence,consisting of three little words.


“You may not like it but…I am pregnant.And Zach and i are willing to keep it whether you like it or not.You can tell me whatever you want,you can spit on my face,you can shout at me but i’m not changing my mind…”

Her eyes were watery then.She couldn’t believe that she had finally said it.It took a lot of courage,not many people did this every day.But she did it.And all she could do was patiently wait for her mother’s response.

Miss Y/L/N was shocked.At first her mouth was open in shock.It seemed like she wanted to say something,to prove that she was still there.But she couldn’t.A few tears came out of her eyes and with shaky hands,she wiped them away.Soon,a smile appeared on her lips.She got up and reached for her daughter.She lifted her up and rested her hands on her shoulders.

“I,” she said in a low voice, “am going to be the best grandma a kid could ever ask for.” Y/N and Zach couldn’t believe their ears.The girl hugged her mother so tightly,she could barely breathe.

"Are you serious?”


Y/N pulled away and made way for Zach to come hug her too.

"You’re a good boy Zach.I promise that me and my husband will be by your side every step of the way.”

“Thank you so much Miss Y/L/N!”

Y/N was relieved.Zach was right,her mom did understand.And she was sure her dad would too.But it wasn’t over yet.There was still one home waiting to be informed.A home where she was always welcomed and felt wanted every single day.Would Zach’s parents react the same way as her mother?She wasn’t sure.

But where there’s love, there’s comprehension, there’s empathy.And that was what made her smile wide and already imagine her embracing Zach’s family and her beautiful unborn child.

Dude I’m never gonna get over how fucked up it is that rose bubbled.bismuth for 5000 years and lied about it and even though the episode had this whole “You’re not like rose you can be even better” message going on…HE STILL WENT ON to do exactly what rose did. The exact thing. The only difference is he told the cg what happened but THEY WERE JUST COOL WITH IT…COOL WITH RE-IMPRISONING THE FRIEND YOU JUST LEARNED WAS ALIVE THIS WHOLE TIME. Cool with roses choice to imprison her. Never questioning it. We don’t question roses choices in this house apparently. Everything rose ever did was fine
And after that it’s like nothing ever happened except in mindful education we learn that steven feels guilty I guess so then WHYYYY NOT UNBUBBLE HER….LITERALLY WHY.
I’m fuckin exhausted guys. The lack of basic logic and coherency is making my head spin

A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Kiss Me (4)

[A/N: Okay so this is fourth time attempting to upload this chapter now! It’s been revised a little since it was last mistakenly uploaded, just the final part of the chapter. I feel a bit ‘blah’ on this one, I’m not 100% sold on it but that’s because I really just want to move onto the next chapter, I have so many good things to come! (I hope!)

I’m really thankful for all the messages as well, you’re all awesome and I’m loving that you’re loving this. Despite my feelings on this chapter I hope you enjoy it!]

Word Count: 2122

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Perfect  [ T.H ]

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Hii! Can I request something with Tom Holland? The reader is a plus size girl and they like each other, way more than friends do, but every time Tom’s tries to tell her, she changes the subject bc he’s Tom Holland and she’s afraid that he’s kidding bc she thinks it’s impossible for someone be in love with her. In the end lots of kisses and fluff?

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1226

A/N: I. Am. So. Sorry. This. Took. So. Long. Also, I really hope this is alright for the anon who wrote this! I feel as if it did come out slightly different in the end and that my writing for this also just wasn’t great. 

Tom held your hand softly as the two of you walked through the overgrown grass of the park beside his home. The silence between you was eating at him alive and all he wanted was to speak his mind about how he felt towards you.

The two of you were already practically dating and the feelings that you felt towards each other were painfully obvious but you shied away every time Tom tried to talk about whatever it was that had been brewing between you. There was always an excuse for you to get away from the conversation.

You didn’t want to hear it from him. In fact, you were afraid of hearing it from him. You weren’t like the other girls he hangs around - at least that’s what you thought. To you, they were more beautiful. They were just more. The only thing that differentiates you from them was that they were all much skinnier. You were pretty adamant on the fact that Tom doesn’t feel anything that he says he feels for you and you were also pretty damn sure you were the butt of some sick joke he may have been playing.

But that was nowhere near true. Sure, you may be bigger than other girls but by no means did that mean you weren’t beautiful. You are beautiful. You are so much more than beautiful and just because you weren’t as thin as the other girls you see in magazines or on TV doesn’t mean that they’re any better any more beautiful than you are.

“I need to talk to you about something. You can’t-you can’t try and change the topic this time,” Tom sighs, readjusting his grip on your hand. He was honestly growing tired of you dodging the conversation that you know you need to have. “Just hear me out, yeah?”

You sigh, your eyes dropping to the grass. It was almost softer than your pillow underneath your feet, the grass tickling the exposed skin of your ankles. You were pretty much in love with Tom, there was no question about that. It was known to you that you would have to tell him, whether or not he really does like you back the same way and the thought ate away at your insides every single time you had managed to get away from this very discussion.

“What are we?” Tom sighs, “I mean, we’re basically dating right? I just - I really like you Y/N. I - I’m even in love with you and here you are, avoiding any sort of finalisation between us. I know that you feel what I feel. And I want, no, I need more than anything for you to be mine and for me to be yours. I need to hear something from you. I need your confirmation before we become something new. I need to know that you want this just as bad as I do.”

Tom’s eyes held a sincerity that went unnoticed by you. And if only you had glanced up to meet his gaze for a mere second, every single doubt you had may have just washed away. But, as he spoke you had dared not made direct eye contact with him incase it brought your nightmares to life. It would have been too painful for you to have seen anything in his brown eyes that contradicted the words that he had said.

“Say something. Please.” Tom almost whimpers. His eyebrows are furrowed as you don’t lift your head, hiding the tears that forcefully well up in your eyes from his view. You didn’t want him to see you crying.

There was an ache in your chest. No way could he mean that, right?

“Are you - are you lying, Tom? Be honest with me, please. I just–”

 “Why would I lie? How could you even think that, Y/N?” Tom was taken aback by your accusation. He was completely flabbergasted. He didn’t understand why you thought he was lying because it just didn’t make sense. His breath caught in his throat as you muttered your next words.

“I’m not good enough for you, Tom. All the other girls, they’re all so-”

“Don’t say that. Don’t even say it.”

“Why, Tom? It’s true. You could be with someone so much better for you than me. Someone more beautiful, someone just as perfect as you are. Why wouldn’t this be a joke?” You reply. Tears were slowly making their journey down your cheeks by now. The idea of hiding them completely slipped you as you moved your gaze to meet his own.

“It’s not true. None of it. How could you even say that? How could you even think that I would want to be with anyone else just because you think you aren’t as beautiful as you? Dammit, how could you even say that–that you aren’t as beautiful as any other girl?”

Tom was flustered, his cheeks painted pink as a berry. Ragged breaths left him as he awaited your answer, his heart beating at a mile’s worth per second. He just didn’t understand.

“I-I’m not like the other girls you hang out with Tom. I’m bigger, I’m just not as well, as beautiful as you deserve. I can’t give you what they can. The press already make their comments about how I’m not what the other girls are.” You stop for a minute, your words floating through the air that’s thick with tension and unspoken emotions.

“You’re so perfect, Tom,” You carry on, “I’m not.”

“So what if your not thin? You’re still the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my damn life. And yes, I do spend time with beautiful people but none of them can compare to you. None of them. You shine, you make me-you make me feel so damn different. You don’t need to give me anything except for your love. And for fuck’s sake, anyone who says or thinks otherwise can deal with me.” Tom’s eyes welled with tears, the both of you standing facing one another. Tom’s hands grip each of your shoulders, his eyes piercing into your own.

You could see in his eyes, that he meant everything he had told you. He did love you. And it hurt him so much that you didn’t see what he saw. It hurt that you thought you weren’t good enough, that you weren’t as beautiful. Tom’s heart ached and all he wanted to do was treat you to everything this world and any other could offer. He wanted you to have it all, he wanted you to feel like the princess you are to him.

You’re perfect.” Tom rests his forehead on yours as he whispers, “You’re so fucking perfect and you have no idea what you do to me.

“Tom,” You mutter, the feeling of his breath on your face sent shivers down your spine. His eyelids flutter, his eyes sparkling under the angle of light coming from the sun. Every doubt you had about yourself disappeared as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you as close to him as possible. “I love you.”

“God, I love you.” His lips meet your own for a brief second, your lips tingling from the lack of warmth that you had felt. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he leaned down to place his lips on yours once more. “I love you so much.”