i dont want to tag anymore

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IM GLAD PEOPLE LIKE LARS AFTER WANTED BECAUSE NOW I DONT HAVE TO SUFFER THROUGH THE “#I hate Lars but this art is cute” TAGS ON ALL OF MY LARS ART ANYMORE !! 

Reblog this and in the tags write how old you were when you first started liking 1D and who your favourite was, and how old you are now and who your favourite is now.

How dan and Phil probably broke up #56
  • Phil: Dani Snot On Fire
IF YOU HATE THE FUCKING SHIP, JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND FUCKING LEAVE. NOBODY MISSES YOU. THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION.

This applies to all ships around the world. Fictional or real life. I don’t need anymore hate on my blog.

Originally posted by multi-fandamn

allisonswan  asked:

80. “Teach me?” Rosvolio

She bit her lip. Benvolio wished she wouldn’t.

“Teach me?” 

The reflection of her eyes on his blade dried his throat. As he struggled to find the words - to fight? Are you sure? - Rosaline watched him, drawing closer, only his sword between them.

Benvolio found his voice between deep breaths. “If you are certain.”

But of course, as she nodded and grinned, her smile’s reflection even brighter, she was. He had no reason to deny her request - Rosaline was his friend, and he wished to protect her, but he understood she also had a grave need to protect herself. So, if he must teach her to ensure her safety - then, he would.

“Shall we begin?” she asks, startling him, for her face was eager and excited. Benvolio shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Today?” He tugged his sword gently out of her hands. “Unfortunately, we need to get you a blade of your own, first.” He sheathed his weapon, reveling in the sound of metal safely tucked away. “But after that - “

His voice drowned in her dark curls, his nose too busy breathing in her scent to breathe anything else. She was small and warm in his arms, but mostly she fit perfectly, and he embraced her tighter. “Thank you,” she whispered into his chest. It tickled his skin, despite the layers, and Benvolio forced himself to separate just slightly.

To separate just enough to smile at her. “For you? Of course.”

im so angry i hate having this shit disorder i dont wanna have fucking fps and i dont wanna have emotional impermanence and i dont wanna have abandonment issues and i dont wanna split and i dont want it i cant handle this anymore

You can’t get hurt over your favorite characters’ death if you don’t play the game
It’s time to cleanse myself of you.
—  I guess I’m sorry, but you don’t love me anymore and I don’t want to feel this any longer.
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Bonus: The Misadventure of PB’s Poor Little Hat 

I’m sorry I forgot the snapbacks  (╥_╥)

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Kenma has never been good with words. 

He observes Tetsurou’s dark circles when he comes home from work every night, in turn kissing them all, a silent “i’m glad to be home”. Tetsurou never complains, though. He loves teaching little kids about chemistry and physics and the secrets of the universe. But Kenma knows he likes it best when he’s wearing a pair of ratty old sweats, eating popcorn and laughing at really bad movies with the rest of them. And he always brings back leftover candy from school.

He observes Keiji’s mouth, a slight droop of lips indicating his discomfort at having to work overtime at the hospital. Keiji never complains, though. He loves helping people. But Kenma knows he likes it best when he’s at home, absorbed in a good book, his head on one of their laps, enjoying one of the quieter moments with the rest of them. And he always brings back flowers that remind him of them.

He observes Koutarou from a distance, a star shining almost too bright to look at directly. But he sees the sagging of his shoulders, an indication of self doubt and dejection. Koutarou doesn’t complain about it, though. He loves playing volleyball and he knows his students look up to their coach, a figure of strength and resilience. But Kenma knows that no matter how spirited Koutarou might appear to his students, he likes it best when he is sitting under the blankets with the rest of them, late at night, talking about the latest ghost story he’s heard from his students, an act that always always leads to cuddling. And he always hugs them all so hard, lifting them off their feet and planting a kiss with a plop on their cheeks.

Where does Kenma find himself in this equation? How does he show his love, when he can’t even say the words “i love you”? Maybe he doesn’t have to.

He decides to make them a playlist.

Kuroo Tetsurou

you and i - ingrid michaelson // who do you love - marianas trench // can’t help falling in love - twenty one pilots //  together with the sundown - stephen jerzak // promise the stars - we the kings // a sky full of stars - coldplay // symphony - clean bandit ft. zara larsson // u just can’t be replaced - gnash ft. rosabeales // shooting star - owl city // just the way you are - bruno mars // kiss me - ed sheeran // i’ll follow you into the dark - death cab for cutie

Akaashi Keiji

for him - troye sivan ft. allday // lovers in japan - coldplay // thinking out loud - ed sheeran // rollercoaster - bleachers // i won’t give up - jason mraz // moonlight - ariana grande // vanilla twilight - owl city // goner - twenty one pilots // true colours - tom odell // i do adore - mindy gledhill // truly madly deeply - savage garden // always - panic! at the disco

Bokuto Koutarou 

treasure - bruno mars // somebody to you - the vamps ft. demi lovato // love on top - beyonce // tear in my heart - twenty on pilots // missing you - all time low // love is easy - mcfly // i really like you - carly rae jepsen // top of the world - greek fire // say it, just say it - the mowgli’s // just give me a reason - p!nk // give me a try - the wombats //  turning pages - sleeping at last