i have a thing for catchers

Just a year ago things were so different.

Last year

I didn’t have pink fairy lights hanging in my room.
I didn’t have roses on my table.
I didn’t have a dream catcher above my bed.
I didn’t own half as many books as I do now.
I didn’t have a typewriter on my desk.
I didn’t have blue headphones on my bed.

Last year

I didn’t want to stay here, I didn’t see the point of making it home.
I didn’t think I was worthy of flowers, let alone roses, unless someone else bought them for me.
I didn’t sleep enough for any dreams to catch or nightmares to shun.
I had forgotten and cheated on my one true love.
I didn’t think my words for worthy enough to be printed.
I saw music as a necessity not beauty.

Last year
I didn’t love my life.
I didn’t love myself.

This year
I don’t love my life.
I don’t love myself.

I tried.
I still am.

—  creatingnikki 

…although some nightmares are pleasant to see.


“What are you looking at?” Newt asked softly, looking at me from the corner of his eye as he continued to make some sort of brew thing. I will admit, I was staring at my best friend/traveling partner/beast catcher and care giver.

“I’m counting your freckles, Newtie. You just have so many. My skin is boring. I just want to take some of your freckles, ‘cause you got so much. Won’t you share?” I asked him. It was true, he had so many freckles and I just absolutely admire them. They make Newt look so cute.

“If I could I would most certainly share my freckles with you, (Y/N),” he answered with a laugh. I smiled at him and continued to watch him put some ingredients together. I liked when he would scrunch his eyebrows together when he was thinking.

“Ok I’m getting the feeling you’re bored,” he said and pushed everything he was doing to the side and looked at me smiling. I shrugged my shoulders. I wasn’t exactly bored but I wasn’t having the time of my life either.

“I don’t know, come sit with me on the couch,” I explained, getting out of my chair and extending my hand towards him to take. He playfully rolled his eyes and grabbed my hand, allowing me to pull him over to the blue, worn down couch. I sat down at the edge and he laid down on the opposite side, his feet extending over my side and over the arm rest. We were just sitting there, relaxing before I got an idea.

I pushed his legs off of me and got up then sat on him in a somewhat straddling position on his hips. Newt got all flustered and red. “W-what are you doing?” he babbled out all embarrassed. I laughed at him and poked his nose.

“Do you think I could count your freckles?” I asked him, pinching his nose.

“S-sure,” he mumbled, still embarrassed. I began to count his freckles on his face starting with his nose. It took me a while to get past his nose so I decided to go down his face. I was at 71 freckles when my eyes landed on his lips for longer than they should have. But they are just so perfectly shaped. I looked up into Newt’s eyes to see he was already staring into mine. A tint of pink on his cheeks from which I assumed was caused by my staring at his perfectly kissable lips. I felt my own cheeks get warm, I shouldn’t be thinking about Newt like that…he’s my best friend. But I couldn’t help myself from leaning closer to him…

When our lips connected it was as if fireworks went off. Newt kissed me back right away and honestly it was the best kiss I’ve ever had. It felt so… right, like our lips were designed perfectly to fit within the other. When I pulled away we both said nothing, just looked into each other’s eyes. A hint of surprise and fondness in his and I assumed in mine as well.

He began to sit up and I positioned myself so that when he was sitting up right I was still on his lap, legs on both sides of him. For once I had nothing to say and I always have something to say.

“You know how they say the longer you wait, whatever you were waiting for is 100 times better?” he asked, breaking the silence. I nodded my head softly, not breaking our eye contact. “Well they’re right!” he declared, smiling widely at me. I smiled happily back at him and his nerdiness and he kissed me again.


I’m not sure how much I like this but I got the idea so I had to write it. Thanks for the read and feel free to message me to correct anything wrong in it or to request anything!

“I thought it was ‘If a body catch a body,’” I said. “Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around–nobody big, I mean–except me. And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff–I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I’d do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it’s crazy, but that’s the only thing I’d really like to be. I know it’s crazy.”

- catcher in the rye

I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
—  Maya Angelou

Imagine Emma feeling terrible after she used the dream catcher to make you reject Peter

Peter: But I love you! I turned good and came here because of how much I love you. You have to feel something for me, right? You have to…you’re the one person I love.


Regina: I know what the hell you did, and that was a terrible thing.

Emma: I was protecting her, you really think I’d do something bad for Y/N? He isn’t good for her, and I was doing what was right.

Regina: You’re full of it. Pan is annoying, but he has went through hell to prove his worth to us, just like I had to when I turned good. He did this for her, and she loved him! You know what you did was wrong.

Emma: I did was was best.

Regina: For you. You did what was best for you! You didn’t even bother to think about her feelings or good intent. You’re no better than Cora.

anonymous asked:

Sorry I'm new here, but what is a "nightmare catcher" and why does Snazzy have cracks on his neck?

“Nightmare Catchers are creatures that creates inner dark-selves for monster in UnderNC. When the power of a monster became unstable, it’s easy for them to control the physical form of the monster and changes it into a living nightmare. It basically takes form of the things that the monster loves.”

And the reason for Snazzy’s crack is an accident when he was 10 years old.

things on the walls of the japanese ver of run:

-pain past is pleasure
-carpe diem [ seize the day ] 
-cant trust (repeatedly)
-dedicated to all the boys who have lives in this pained world shit
-papillon [ butterfly ]
-easy easy
-chill (lol bangtan pls)
-while the mark of a mature man is that he wants to die live humbly for one (catcher in the rye)
-save me from myself
-in bloom
-dum spiro spero [ while i breathe, i hope ]
-res non verba [ deeds, not words ]
-youth is never/not coming back
-teen spirit
-*image of skull, crown, eye, stickman, and other figures*
-pro memoria [ for memory ] (used in diplomacy to recall right that have lapsed over a long time)
-just one day
-save me
-lust is rust
-you only live once (yes - separately)
-painful (just like all ur mvs)
-let me know
-don’t trust
-non, je ne regrette rien [ no, i regret nothing ]
-ode to youth
-your skin makes me cry (i think this is a radiohead reference)
-what really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it,
you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours  (catcher in the rye)
-pain pain pain
-hoi doei [ hi bye ]
-ghost in the shell


“What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff- I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I’d do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it’s crazy, but that’s the only thing I’d really like to be. I know it’s crazy." 

-Holden Caulfield. 

man remember that time i met an airforce guy called john on tinder in tokyo and we met up a few times and bonded over our love for pokemon and other various things and it was chill and nice and nothing ever happened but it was a good time?? 

i was thinking about it last night and i more specifically remembered the time we met up to go to the zoo and (because i had been complaining that it was difficult to find malibu to buy) he brought me 2 bottles of malibu AND a mew plushie he had won in a ufo catcher a few days previous?? what a babe

like. i feel like i should have appreciated that more than i did at the time. i appreciated it but not enough. that was truly a well put together gift for me and it was very much out of the blue. shout out to john

Miyuki Kazuya notices the little things.

Which is completely and utterly necessary for the position that he’s chosen. Attention to detail is something that a catcher must possess. After all, a catcher is, essentially, the conductor of the team - he orchestrates the whole game, makes and calls play into effect, and gauges the tiniest limp in a batter in front of him.

That’s why, when there were only one out away from Koushien, he sees.

He stands up and turns around, asking for a time-out. Among the crowd of spectators, a hubbub is rising.

Why did you call for a time-out?

What’s wrong?

You’re going to lose your momentum!

He ignores them, looking past the vicious figure of a redhead in front of him and towards the solitary stature of a pitcher on top of the mound. He can feel the curious gazes of his teammates boring into him but he shrugs them off, jogging towards the center of the field.

Can’t you see, he thinks. Can’t you see the state of my pitcher?

In the middle of the field, with a baseball gripped tight in his hands and eyes that look too hooded (haunted) to be normal, he approaches Sawamura.

Miyuki Kazuya notices the little things.

That was why, in their final game against the Inashiro, he sees his pitcher (his partner) on the edge of breaking, and stops.

There’s no rush to win, anyway. He can take all the time-outs that he wanted, to make sure that his pitcher (his partner, his partner, his partner) is very much okay.

Alright, once upon a time I bemoaned the state of my motivation (and my draft folder), got called out, and voila! The fruits of my labour because fear of a deadline and shame won out in the end:

  • Draft the first
    ‘She knows how to solve this problem. She knows how to give him a little sliver of peace. But even the thought of the surefire solution still turns her stomach…’ 
    meta-fic (?? is that a thing?? it is now) on post-Underworld discussions, memories new and old, trust issues, and dream catchers.
    Captain Swan, Emma and Milah friendship, mentions of Millian

  • Draft the second
    ‘A despot and a rebel do not easy allies make.’
    A fix-it fic exploring a route I wish OQ would have taken.
    Outlaw Queen

  • Draft the third
    ‘But from that point on, the anger never really goes away, because he’s twelve years old and he knows that his life is not his own.’ 
    Really unhappy backstory spawned by a post-5.15 conversation about why Killian might have started drinking in the first place. So like consider yourself warned.
     Jones brothers; descriptions of physical abuse, slavery

There we are, cupcakes! I am officially not a Poo Poo Head Procrastinator™. Woo! And just because I did say it should be a meme (and I’m totally taking the easy way out re:tagging bc one of you has already mentioned that this might be something you’re doing :D), I tag @mossandmushroom bc turn about and all that and @mryddinwilt because see above :D And actually, fuck it, I tag anyone who liked my original post bc I see you @daxx04 @shinysherlock @carmibelievesinlove @lillpon @zylinbiatheseeker and @pluckinghoursfromthesky (but also omg pls feel free to ignore the fuck out of this! I’m just messing, but it was kind of fun!)

Post three unfinished original drafts (or however else you store your wee wips) in 48 hours or else you’re a Poo Poo Head Procrastinator™!

anonymous asked:

Possibly sensitive question since I know this topic tends to cause crazy arguments (You would not belive some arguments I've seen on MyReadingManga when this comes up) but, do you see Saitama and Genos as the types to enjoy switching it up on whose top and whose bottom? Or that the two have their favorite positions and don't switch much if at all? I picture they would switch around if anything because of how curious Genos is and his habit of wanting to experiment and try new things with Saitama.

Tumbling down is pretty much just a giant collection of my headcanons, so I’m gonna quote one of the exchanges between Badd and Genos from it:

 After a brief pause, the other hero asked, “So…yer the catcher, huh? Never woulda’ expected that.”

    The fans hopped to a steady screech. “No, it’s more… We are ‘switch-hitters,’ in those terms.”

I absolutely think they switch it up, just because of the pretty evenly-balanced dynamics of their relationship. Explanation under the cut because I am ridiculous and have zero self-control with this stuff XD

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anonymous asked:

Hi! :) I don't mean to put you on the spot, but if you don't mind answering, can you give us 10 random facts about you? I'd like to get to know better the lovely person running this blog <3

Oh, sure!

- I have a hedgehog named Scabbers

- I prefer literary classics over Y/A or other genres

- Speaking of which, my favorite book is Catcher In The Rye by J.D Salinger 

- I’m obsessed with collecting Tsum Tsums… (don’t judge me. They’re cute).

- I like to knit and crochet things! 

- My entire bedroom door is painted with quotes from my favorite poems

- In the center, my most favorite poem is quoted- The Road Not Taken

- I’m a bit of a gamer nerd…Uncharted is my favorite franchise thus far- followed closely by The Last Of Us.

- I’ve never touched a bicycle before, hence then I’ve never ridden one.

- My favorite princess movie is a tie between Tangled and Mulan~

anonymous asked:

Have you heard of the Youngbloods? Sandman, Dr. Benzedrine, Donnie the Catcher and Horshoe Crab?

Last time I checked, kid, that weren’t their names.
The youngbloods have always been Soul Punk, Black Cards, Damned Thing and Feather Edge.

‘Less we’re talkin’ different groups?

P out x

Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it’s crazy, but that’s the only thing I’d really like to be.
—  J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

Basically expanded my altar tonight & took over my dresser. I hated it being confined to that tiny space. I have all my candles, seashells, book of shadows, incense, my respectful dream catchers- one made my my late Nana, my tarot cards, some crystals (my others are currently soaking up some moonlight). There are a few other things inside my mini altar- my sage smudge stick, my pendulums, a few mini pillar candles & blessing cards from a fellow witch back home in Virginia Beach.

i was tagged by the super duper cool @hermione-mak-gilmore

1) If you could be fluent in any language(s) other than your mother tongue, what would it/they be? - spanish or something i don’t know. like something useful maybe ancient Greece 

2) What book(s) do you think should be taught in highschool? - every high school needs to read “Catcher in the Rye” because that is the ultimate teen angst book. and every teen ager should read huckleberry finn so that they can realize that people were always crazy, and that adults can be wrong. 

3) What is one thing you love about the country you’re from?  - well that is hard to say right now, but I think even now that people in America will get angry and passionate and protect other people’s rights. like i said no people are fighting for crazy causes like how we have the right ot discriminate and that it is now ok to have prejudice over religion even though that is what people think makes this country great.

4) What does your name mean? - “ancient greek translation for “eternal sex-god”. It is beleived that anyone that holds this name has a great level of skill and ability to perform sexual acts for long periods of time. Men posessing this name are also well endowed.” - I wish this was true but nah i ugry 

5) Which fictional character(s) are you most like? - um it depends on the time, but somewhere between, Carol(repulsion) and Lisabeth(Millennium trilogy) and the self confidence of like lego batman 

6) Which fictional character(s) do you wish you were more like? - a rich one, attractive one 

7)  Favorite Christmas song(s)? - rudolf the red nosed reindeer 

8) What’s one kind thing you did in the past week? - I kept the door open for someone 

9) When’s your birthday? - wouldn’t you like to know? 10/9/94

10) Favorite quote(s)? - “it can’t be a regression it’s the middle” - Preston Jakobs, “My name is Ishmael”, “”

11) How are you today? :) - I hate my accounting professor, He is such an angry guy and while he tries to stay positive you can tell his anger. and it is interesting cause he tries to be nicer, but he sort of just sucks as a teacher. he tries to make the subject easier but then it just makes it harder, he gives so many tricks to make it easier to understand that it is just hard ot get half the time. also apparently you need to do all you your hw out loud, and apparently i did the wrong hw even though I did, i just filled out the wrong form. so the day isn’t that great, cause i had that class plus i have to do hw for that class and all tomorrow study for vector calc and then take the test, plus cause it is a longer class I have to take the test then we have to take notes on the next section of the class

oh and i tag 

@mallosoar @cafelad @1kiss4surrender @purple-chocolate @craniumhurricane @fatgingerbitch @rorysummersblog plus whoever reads this you are tagged 

and the questions are: the same as above 

quiet-fawn-of-the-galaxy  asked:

For the book suggestion thing, Carrie, Catcher in the Rye, Frankenstein, 1984, and Joy Luck Club are all good books. The Scarlet Letter is good too. I don't know if you like horror books or classics, but those previously listed (except 1984 and Joy Luck Club because those aren't classics) are good and I enjoy them. If you do like horror books, I recommend Stephen King but his books are typically longer.

Thanks! Already read Joy Luck Club and have a lot of Stephen King books so 👍🏼