home is where you go to rest your bones

anonymous asked:

Hey, could you recommend me any good, finished college au fics over 40k? Or frat boy!liam fics? thanks so much! xxx 🖤

sure!

college aus over 40k

You Know How I Feel

Kids that I Once Knew

through the summertime, winter, spring, and fall

But the sun comes up instead

(they say home) is where you go to rest your bones

Half A Heart

according to your heart (my place is not deliberate)

Some Love Wait Till Its Time

Hold on When You Get Love (and Let Go When You Give It)

Let Your Waves Crash Down on Me

Your Lips On Mine

Higher Than the Truth

some moments are rare

i’ll be good in bed (but i’ll be bad to you) (girl zayn)

you could be my cure

fratboy!liam (not over 40k sozz)

you can coax the cold right out of me

thinkin bout forever (series)

Preconceptions

You Only Ever Touch Me In The Dark

Broken wing, forgotten dream, shattered thing
That a man’s hands can’t ever truly mend

Shadowland, desert sand, a man searches
For a love that’ll never die

Truth be known, you’re not alone
Your aching bones will find a home
In place where God he sets us free

Wake me up before you go
I will listen for the sound of your voice

Hear the wind in the trees
It goes where it please
Like the breath in me

And all who have breath can sing

When we laid your body down
In earth and in the ground
Oh child, rest your soul.

Will a hope be made good
When a word is understood
In the day, will we see you again?

Gather round, hear the sound
Of a story that’s so old that it’s been told
Before time

He was born in the flesh and the blood
In a world that was dark as hell, and dead in sin

Born of the spirit, and the virgin child
He’s the son of God, son of man

I didn’t recognize that look in his eyes
When they cried
With a sorrow that no man has ever known

Hang him high, watch him die, hear the cry
Crucified up on that God forsaken tree

And all who have breath can sing

When we layed your body down
In the earth and in the ground
Oh Lord, rest your bones

Will a hope be made good
If your words are understood
In the day, will we see you again

Oh Eloi, Eloi, lama sabacthani?
Oh my God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

Oh Eloi, Eloi, lama sabacthani?
Oh my God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

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home is...
  • where your heart is set in stone: cancer, leo, scorpio, pisces
  • where you go when you're alone: taurus, gemini, libra, capricorn
  • where you go to rest your bones: aries, virgo, sagittarius, aquarius

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I get some fics where Liam or Zayn are a single parent?! Thank you and have a great day!!! 😘😘😘😘

single dad!liam

We Could be More Than Just Amazing (series)

Start again

Good Love is on the Way

watch you on the red horizon

You Never Give Up On Me

Room for Two

falling slowly (series)

You Are What You Love, Not What Loves You Back

the beauty of this mess

Every Step

Slow and High Tempo

Can I Keep You

single dad!zayn

Sink or swim

Maybe My Heart

Be cruel to me (‘cause I’m a fool for you)

You’re The Shining Distraction That Makes Me Fly

these amber words on our fingertips

Love,Trust,&Coffee (Ziam)

(they say home) is where you go to rest your bones

all i want for christmas is you

Too Good Is True

Run For the Woods Now

You Made me Love You

History in the Making

Glass houses full of stone

have a great day too!

This is a poem about you. You and your glaze over my darkest days, you are my light without the shadows. When I’m on the ground instead of my bed, I use my blanket to cover away everything that I’ve yet to become because a sky full of stars is much less visual and more mental prowess you’ve taught me to love where I cannot understand, you’ve taught me to feel where I’ve lost and that’s the thing that separates man from his feelings, that’s the thing that separates logic from irrationality I’ve been raised on the idea that you can be poor, but as long as your smile is rich, there’s nothing that you won’t conquer and I’ve met someone more willing to slice veins if that means tomorrow is silent and peaceful, I’ve met souls that say I want to go home only to wake up a few seconds later, if you can’t make your present comfy, what’s the point? You need to let go and move on, you need to make like a song and play like thick guitar strings refusing to snap after years of abuse, you need to love and love forever, you need to break like mountains when they meet another, give me the lava without the rupture, you need to be light and love me slow, you need to struggle like fish during low tide, give me your lungs and I’ll breathe until my last air bubble pops and says all of the things I wish I could have said to you in this lifetime and into the next, you need to live even if I die one day, you need to smell the roses and be the garden, destroy my heart and give me art. I know you have faced it too, living nine lives and against the wall fighting until your very last, you finally meet a stray as black as you. Black like modest. Black like honest. Black like galaxies revolving and spinning to say I’m sorry, where have you been my whole life? Black like a witch refusing to go out without a magical bang and black like dried blood falling from my veins, won’t you be my band aid? And you have and you will always be the things I’ll strive to be, the things I’ve thrived in is short lived, I’ve asked painkillers where the time has gone and they always say, if you feel me now, feel me forever because no matter where you decide to rest your bones, I’ll be waiting inside a tomb, I’ll be waiting inside your letters, I’ll be waiting to take you home. Darling, I’m not ready to die, not just yet. I’ve yet to meet you and look into your eyes and say, it’s going to want to feel, it’s okay to need something more, it’s going to be a show with us ringing doorbells, but we’re the finishing act, the last rabbit that didn’t make it out the hat, we’re running out of time and yes, we may be all out of it, but if I give you my soul, would you tell my heart to settle down, silent now, tell me about you, tell me about your dreams and how they didn’t make sense, tell me when they do, tell me all about you and how you became this why, tell me when the painter stroked his masterpiece into a canvas that has long forgotten his name, tell me when the poet wrote his final words and if he too was misunderstood, tell me about the last star that burns their names, tell me, do you still feel pain? I want to know and I need to show, all the things we wish upon, at which point does it become visible? I’ve been trying to understand why out of this black tar, our glow in the dark hearts still speak the loudest, I’ve been trying to grasp the simple concept as to why love is so hard to write down, but I finally get it, I finally understand because when I said that you’re my darling, you’re my dearest– I finally didn’t have doubts, I finally melted my fears of growing into a forest fire, you see, your words strike down meteors, and that is why we have meteor showers. Your words assist the wind and that is why being gone for too long makes rain seem so familiar, you’ve always had a problem of letting go. I don’t blame you for being sentimental, as you should know, I’m like you, we’re like the snow. If we’re too cold, we freeze hands that warms us to the touch and yeah, we know… If we’re too hot, we melt things that should never be unfrozen, but if the monsters ever make it through black ice… If they ever arrive at your front doors, don’t you worry, I’ll be right there. The sounds of us leaving and arriving, there is no difference. The rhythm of your tears, I know you don’t share it with anyone, but if you did, if you did… I’ll have you know the greatest thing a human can be to another is raw, the greatest thing I can be for you is seen, I can only hope that poetry is more than what we convey, I can only breathe if you’re not breathless to the idea of things crawling up your spine and out your lips because as writers we live meaningless lives trying to make peace with when we found meaning in everything and yeah, we may have drowned our inner child… but as long as I’m around and you’re there believing and wishing. I think somewhere between a phoenix’s tail and dragon’s eggs, you and me, we’ll be alive again. We live in harsh environments, metal words and wooden hearts waiting to meet a fire that’ll burn them down, ash to ash and bend to bending, if you ever needed a reason to believe again, read this poem and know– know that the feeling is mutual, know that somewhere between here and the end of the universe;

I died happy knowing that I got to love you.

—  imagery of the soul
4

With every small disaster

I’ll let the waters still

Take me away to some place real

‘Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone

It’s where you go when you’re alone

It’s where you go to rest your bones

It’s not just where you lay your head

It’s not just where you make your bed

As long as we’re together, does it matter where we go?

(1/?) Modern Bagginshield || songwriter and musician AU

“They say home is where your heart is set in stone. It’s where you go when you’re alone. It’s where you go to rest your bones. It’s not just where you lay your head, it’s not just where you make your bed. As long as we’re together, does it matter where we go?“
Gabrielle Aplin - Home

Home // Ashton Irwin

Requested; Yes


‘Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone
Is where you go when you’re alone
Is where you go to rest your bones…


“Are you leaving the band?”

“How are you guys doing tonight?”

“(Y/N) is it true that you’re pregnant?”

“Where ya’ll headin’ right now?”

Ashton simply smiled at the pestering paparazzi and pulled you closer to him, knowing it was best to just acknowledge them rather than give them what they wanted and pick a fight. Normally he’d remain unfazed from all the attention but tonight he was feeling on the edge. You had to admit so were you, your boyfriend of 4 years had just arrived from his long 6 month tour and the two of you were looking forward to having dinner with the family. You usually wouldn’t mind fans coming up to you and Ashton but today was his first day back home and your family had flown in to spend time with you and Ashton, the extra attention freaked them out a bit.

“Sorry about tonight (Y/N),” He sighed as soon as you got into the black SUV, “I wanted tonight to be special.” He laid his head on your shoulder as you ran your fingers through his soft hair. Luckily for you he decided to ditch the newspaper boy hat tonight.

“It was Ashton, I finally have my baby in my arms and everyone had fun.” You reassured him but he shook his head and look up at you with a childish pout.

“That’s not what-” Ashton sighed in frustration and leaned back into the seat, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

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anonymous asked:

single dad fics!!! thanks!!

sure!

single dad!liam

We Could be More Than Just Amazing (series)

Start again

Good Love is on the Way

watch you on the red horizon

You Never Give Up On Me

Room for Two

falling slowly (series)

You Are What You Love, Not What Loves You Back

the beauty of this mess

Every Step

Slow and High Tempo

Can I Keep You

single dad!zayn

Sink or swim

Maybe My Heart

Be cruel to me (‘cause I’m a fool for you)

You’re The Shining Distraction That Makes Me Fly

these amber words on our fingertips

Love,Trust,&Coffee (Ziam)

(they say home) is where you go to rest your bones

all i want for christmas is you

Too Good Is True

Run For the Woods Now

You Made me Love You

History in the Making

Glass houses full of stone

quiet-fallen-angel requested:

destiel & “Please stay”

March 31st - 10 am

I remember holding your hand as we sat in the office with cream colored walls and the fruit painting that you thought was tacky. You were probably right, I don’t know, I’m not much of a ‘tacky vs fashionable’ kinda guy. I’m the guy that wears plaid over shirts, faded denim jeans with holes in the knees, and heavy work boots every day. You were aways the cardigan, fit-your-ass-so-fucking-good jeans, and sensible shoes kind of guy. 

I loved that about you. 

But I remember us sitting in that office, waiting on the test results, and you were nervous. I told you that it would be fine, and you were just feeling a bit under the weather, and the doctors were just being cautious. That’s all. Nothing was wrong with you. Nothing at all. 

March 31st - 10 pm

We made love that night, both of us in tears. How could you have cancer? You were so strong, and so healthy… how could this silent disease infiltrate your body and make you ill? How could we not have known? But we make love and it’s the best we’ve ever had, I promise you. I also promise you that I’m going to take care of you. Until death do us part, remember? 

You just cry harder. 

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(they say home) is where you go to rest your bones (zayn/liam, niall/harry, eleanor/louis) (69k)

There’s a warmth in his chest that expands until he feels buoyant almost. Like he could potentially fly. What a fucking cliche.
“You okay?” Liam asks, sliding up behind him and pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck.
“Never been better,” he replies. “Why do you ask?”
“You’ve been staring into the cupboard for about three minutes, babe. I don’t think you’re going to find Narnia there, no matter how hard you look.”
Zayn snorts and turns so Liam’s bracketed by his legs. “You’re a dork.”
Liam shrugs. “You love it, though,” he answers easily and Zayn’s breath catches for a minute.
“Yeah, I do.”

Zayn’s managing just fine as a single father. Louis and Harry are a help, as much as they are terrors, but it’s Liam who brings him home.