i have so much love for this town


The time has come for Marshal to leave my town. I’ve had him for like two years now, so this has been a very painful decision. I thought it wasn’t important to me about how well my villagers and their houses suited my town theme, but I guess that’s changed :-( 

So I really need someone to adopt him. It is vital that I know he’s moved to somewhere he will live happily, with a mayor that will love him as much as I do and take very VERY good care of him. I’d say he’s free but he isn’t, the price is giving him as much love and attention as he deserves and if there ever comes a time where you can’t have him anymore I need you to make sure he goes to another good home too. That’s a mayor’s oath you will be breaking if you don’t!!

As you can see from the pictures he is an amazing friend with a pure heart and soul ;-;

So if you want him let me know! You will also receive his picture with him if you want! Please do not ask for him if you’re only interested in trading him and not having him long term. I know this post isn’t very aesthetically pleasing but reblogs are appreciated :-)


okay, first off, WOW. this game was amazing. Between the art style, the dialogue, the plot, and the overall message of the game I was completely entranced. I watched Jacksepticeye play it all the way through, and bought the game myself because of it.

The game took on an age group many don’t take the time to look at (newly adulted adults), addressed major issues like depression, disassociation, anger management, the death of a small town, the weights of the past, the fear of becoming someone you’re not while still growing up, and the fear of the future all woven into a brilliant game that keeps the players attention and immerses you into the universe. Wow. Just… Wow.

I connect so much to these characters, I love them so much. Thank you for making this game. It’s a brilliant job. Just… if you have a bit, go play. Just go play.



OH MY GOD I ADORED THIS GAME!! ^ Hence the four happy faces. xD

I seriously loved everything about this game the character’s, the dialog, the music, the art style and the in general the over all feel of this game. The thing I loved the most about this game was how much it felt like real life and how many issues it talked about in it and constantly there was so many things in this game that I connected with and related to with my own life. They captured that feeling of a small town just getting by with the little things they have perfectly. Plus the dialog in this game made these characters come to life and most of the game you’re just exploring this town and getting to hear the character’s stories and getting to know them and making a small connection with even the smallest characters. There’s still so much more to this game that Seán didn’t even see in his playthrough. Which is why the next time I have money I’m definitely gonna buy this game. xD I wasn’t even expecting to love this game as much I do now but I’m super happy that this game exists. :)
We didn’t get every answer to the story in this game about Mae’s crazy dreams and whatnot. I mean we got a lot of answers and figured out more about Mae’s mental health which made some of the things make a lot more sense but there’s was still so many unanswered questions but honestly I’m okay with that. With how much like real life this game can feel at times, in real life you don’t get every answer to every single thing you come across. A thought I was having while watching this video was how important it is to live and making connections with other people because even the littlest interactions and positive connections that you have can mean so much. 

The connections we make and the relationships we can form with others can sometimes be the things that you need to make it through all the tough days you have in your life. Which is why it’s important to appreciate every good thing that you have because sometimes we focus too much on everything that’s wrong and take for granted the great things we do have in our lives. Even the littlest things can bring so much joy and make such an impact on you and who you are. 
In all honestly none of us ever truly understand life and personally I think that’s because life is what YOU make it. You write the story and definitions based on your own experiences and mistakes because our lives are the story we’re all writing and journey we’re experiencing. I don’t know if I’m making any sense writing this but I just have so many thoughts right now and I wanted to share them. xD 

Honestly guys this is one of my favorite series that Seán has ever done, it’s up there with Undertale, Shadow Of The Colossus and The Last Guardian. Not only because I adored this game but it was just nice experiencing this game with him for the first time and I loved the feel of this series. I love his longer series because they make him think and he shares interesting or insightful thoughts and stories about his life sometimes. Life has been kind of hard for me lately and I’ve been having a hard time believing in myself. So for me it was soo nice to have series like this where you can’t just forget the world for a little while and experience a brand new one with a friend. I loved the voices he gave most of the characters and I loved seeing his reactions to stuff in this game. He always seemed so giddy and excited to play this game and whenever he did he just had so much fun playing it and interacting with these characters. For me he made experiencing this game even more memorable and fun because it felt like he loved this game as much as I did. 
This is a series from him I’m never gonna forget because this game and this series helped me realize more and reminded me that even if I don’t know where my life is going right now. I’m still moving forward and learning, I still have so many good things to appreciate in my life and that I’m making the most out of it as well and that’s something I should be proud of. I’m happy that this game exists and that I got to experience it with Seán. I’m always gonna remember this game and this series and all the wonderful memories I made watching these videos. I’ve had so much fun with this series! ^_^ 

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Ok but I’m not over how defeated Oliver looked walking into the bunker and Felicity looking so devastated and heartbroken for him. She’s seen him through a lot of pain and even after some forms of torture, but this is different. She has never seen him so defeated and warn down and completely battered. She loves him so much and sees the very best in him and sees the big heart full of love. She has seen him completely happy and fulfilled and to see him like that? It has to gnaw at her and break her heart. And I have to believe she has to feel somewhat guilty for dragging him back into this and away from blissful Ivy Town. It’s not her fault but she may feel some guilt. It’s such a hard thing to watch someone capable of so much love and happiness, look so completely defeated. It’s heartbreaking and I can’t wait to see their dynamic and them talk through their issues and Oliver to FINALLY see the man Felicity sees.


by reddit user cyfarwyddyd

I grew up in a small town, the kind where there were no strangers and no secrets.

I don’t think I realized then that I had never felt true fear; nothing exciting happened when your town’s population was barely breaking four-digits. The whole place was centered along a mile long strip of road, which housed all of our convenience stores and a few restaurants.

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miscellaneous sentence starters

another collection of sentence starters because i haven’t made one in a while. feel free to request some :-)

  • you’re adorable, you know that?”
  • “star-gazing was such a great idea.”
  • “you have know idea how much you mean to me.”
  • “i shouldn’t have left you.”
  • “let’s build a fort!”
  • “don’t leave me! you’re too warm.”
  • “i don’t like lightning.”
  • “i’m here for you.”
  • “the carnival’s in town!”
  • ”you smell nice..”
  • “don’t you dare leave me, not now.”
  • “talk to me.”
  • “i thought you loved me. i guess i was wrong.”
  • “i thought i loved you and i guess i was wrong.”
  • “so, slow and loving, or hard and punishing?”
  • “you’re dead to me.”
  • “i just want you to know that i’ll never stop loving you.”
  • “i fucked up, alright? i’m sorry.”
  • “we should try adding a third person.”
  • “you’re hair is really soft after you wash it..”
  • “you’ve been hiding something from me, haven’t you?”
  • “would it be alright if i borrowed your sweater? it smells like you..”
  • “you’re my new pillow.”
  • “how about a kiss?”
  • “don’t get up, i’ll do it.”
  • “stop lying to me and tell me the truth!”
  • “how could you keep this from me?”
  • “your bedhead it really cute.”
  • “you belong to me.”
  • “i think you’ll be happy to know that i’m not wearing any underwear..”
  • “you look beautiful in the moonlight.”
  • “you are very endearing when you’re half asleep.”
  • “it’s beautiful.”
  • “you’re perfect to me.”
  • “do i really me nothing to you?”
  • “just leave me alone.”
  • “i never meant to hurt you.”
  • “may i have this dance?”
  • “i’m so lucky to have met you.”
  • “will you marry me?”
  • “you don’t have to me so gentle.”
  • “you’re a little shit, but at least you’re my little shit.”
  • “we should move in together.”
  • “c’mon, i’ll make you some hot chocolate.”
  • “let’s have a picnic.”
  • “i don’t want this to end..”
  • “you said you loved me!”
  • “i never loved you..”
  • “you’re my everything.”
beauty and the beast sentence meme

feel free to change the starters and things to fit your muse!

  • “who could ever learn to love a beast?”
  • “well, it’s my favorite! far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!”
  • “here’s where she meets prince charming. but she won’t discover that it’s him ‘til chapter three.”
  • “my father is not crazy! he’s a genius!”
  • “i’m not really sure i fit in here. there’s no one i can really talk to.”
  • “oh _____, have a heart!”
  • “you know, there’s not a girl in town who wouldn’t love to be in your shoes.”
  • “is he gone?”
  • “for once, it might be grand to have someone understand. i want so much more than they’ve got planned.”
  • “______, there’s a girl in the castle!”
  • “take me instead.”
  • “please spare my daughter! please!”
  • “told you she was pretty, _____. didn’t i?”
  • “cheer up, child. it’ll turn out alright in the end, you’ll see.”
  • “try to be patient. the girl has lost her father and her freedom all in one day.”
  • “it’s no use. she’s so beautiful and I’m…well, look at me!”
  • “please attempt to be a gentleman.”
  • “i don’t wanna get to know him! i don’t wanna have anything to do with him!”
  • “she’ll never see me as anything but a monster.”
  • “promise or no promise, i can’t stay here another minute!”
  • “by the way, thank you for saving my life.”
  • “true, that he’s no prince charming. but there’s something in him that i simply didn’t see.”
  • “i’ll tell you when you’re older.”
  • “could you read it again?”
  • “you don’t have time to be timid!”
  • “and when the moment is right, you confess your love!”
  • “are you happy here with me?”
  • “you mean…i’m free?”
  • “after all this time, he’s finally learned to love.”
  • “______, why’d you go away? don’t you like us anymore?”
  • “if it’s a fight they want, we’ll be ready for them!”
  • “what’s the matter, ______? too kind and gentle to fight back?”
  • “at least i got to see you one last time.”
  • “are they gonna live happily ever after, ______?”

The Dreamy Town of Toyland- A Christmas Town
Toyland’s Dreamy Update  

I’m so excited to be able to once again share Toyland’s dream address! Christmas is a time that is very dear to my heart and what better way to express that love than through a game that is also very dear to my heart! Toyland is really the most incredible fun to create and, I really hope you will once again or even for the first time enjoy visiting Toyland! There’s still so much I want to do, especially now that there are so many fun new items, but it is very much mostly complete and, for those of you who have visited in the past, there are a few new additions, such as some new designs and an added room in Jack’s house!

Toyland- A Christmas Town is town based on Santa Claus and the North Pole! Here you will meet Mr and Mrs Claus, Holly the Elf, and the mischievous Jack Frost! However, not everything is as it seems in this quiet and peaceful winter town. What happened in Toyland? What secrets are hidden here? Why is everyone so distressed? Can you solve Toyland’s mystery?
Note: If you wish to discover Toyland’s story, it is recommended that you speak to, and visit the homes of all the playable characters. 

I really hope you will come and visit Toyland, and that your time there will be absolutely magical! If you do visit, I would love to see pictures of your time there, so please tag your visits with #toycrossingcrossing (toyland is not recommended as it as a common tag) so that I can see and share them!


Credits: Big Thank you to Denice from @deniceinlimbo for toyland’s amazing town flag!
And thank you to Angie from @lowqualityfriend (formally@angiestown) for letting me take inspiration from her town Maplerow for my Christmas tree lot room!


Not Your Sidekick by C.B. Lee

Welcome to Andover… where superpowers are common, but internships are complicated. Just ask high school nobody, Jessica Tran. Despite her heroic lineage, Jess is resigned to a life without superpowers and is merely looking to beef-up her college applications when she stumbles upon the perfect (paid!) internship—only it turns out to be for the town’s most heinous supervillain. On the upside, she gets to work with her longtime secret crush, Abby, who Jess thinks may have a secret of her own. Then there’s the budding attraction to her fellow intern, the mysterious “M,” who never seems to be in the same place as Abby. But what starts as a fun way to spite her superhero parents takes a sudden and dangerous turn when she uncovers a plot larger than heroes and villains altogether.”

The lessons I learned from Larry

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The thing that pisses me off most, is when people ask me why I stand by Louis and Harry with so much passion, and never give up on them. Why do I stick with them even though sometimes it’s questionable that they are together? Why do I care so much about them and their relationship? Why am I so obsessed with them? Why do I care if they’re dating? Why am I so damn emotional about it?
I have a simple answer for that: they proved to me that love is real when I lost all faith in it, they taught me to fight for what you love, and to fuck anyone who tells you otherwise.
I never saw much love between two important figures in my life. I live in a wealthy town where a lot people marry solely for money. My grandparents are divorced, my other grandma got a divorce before my grandpa passed away. My aunts and uncles are all divorced, widowed, live in another state than me, and even when I see them, I barely see a true love connection between them, and my one aunt and uncle I can partially see love still in their relationship, fight like cats and dogs. My 10 year old cousin sat next to me at Thanksgiving, and was happy as could be, because for the first time in a long time, just half of the family sat together in a room and only fought once, it broke my heart that she has such a low standard for our family at such a young age. My sister has been cheated on, dumped, and the one boyfriend she had that I loved like a brother, ended up threatening her. My parents were fighting one day, and my grandpa looks at me and says, “Make sure you marry someone you get along with.” I have no memory of my parents hugging, kissing, or saying they love each other. I sincerely believe the only reason my parents were married in the first place was for my sister and I. I blame the divorce on myself. This is my first Christmas where my parents are divorced, and they don’t seem to understand why I’m not in the mood to do Christmas this year. Love to me, is something I’m terrified of, I’ve gone through life only seeing the pain that comes along with love, rarely do I ever see the joys it can bring.
Harry and Louis are so important to me for this reason. I was able to watch these boys fall in love, even though their hands were tied behind their backs. The way they look at each other, they get lost, and for a split second it’s like no one else in this world exists. The constant support that they give to each other even though they have to be so subtle about it, the smiles they bring to each other, the warmness that gathers in my heart when I think of all the shit they’ve been put through, but they still keep pushing. That to me is love. For once, I realized that love is real.
Most people say that their role model is someone who is living a dream that they have, or they made a million dollars. But, when I look at my role models, I call them my role models because they taught me to fight for love, they taught me that love is real, and it is ok, and not something to be ashamed of; they taught me things no one else could. I feel more at home when I see them lock eyes during an interview, or say some cheesy little thing and the other’s face lights up, than I do sitting at dinner with my own parents.
I love Louis and Harry with all of my heart. They patched my broken heart together, and restored my faith in love. If there was one thing that I could ever tell them, it’d be that they have changed and fixed my life and broken heart.  I love them with all of my heart, for this reason. I’d tell them thank you for being my main source of happiness. I love you boys, and keep pushing!🏳️‍🌈❤

I’m actually about to cry. If there is one thing Teen Wolf will never fail at is showing us just how much these characters have grown together? The amount of love and devotion they each have? How they all so desperately want to risk their lives to save one person. The entire town is being erased and they still want to save this one goofy boy whom they all love and adore. How Lydia’s love for him breaks the barrier of a supernatural rift. How Scott who has no banshee-like powers can still remember his best friend, his brother. How none of them fully remember him yet, but Malia still knows he’s her anchor. How the Sheriff was able to conjure up his son’s old room in his mind

The McCall Pack will forever be the best ragtag misfits turned-to-friends group there ever was. <3

6x10wilson  asked:

Do you have Gay Chopin recommendations... what are his Gayest things. Do you know this vital information because I surely don't

oh olivia you have come to the right person..here are just Some of his gay things because there’s just. so much:

All of these letters were either written to Tytus or Jasia, respectively, either way: its gay:

“Now, as always, I carry your letters about with me.
In May, when I go for a walk outside the town, thinking of my approaching journey, what a joy it will be to take out your letter and learn again beyond doubt that you love me; or at least I can look at the hand and writing of one to whom I am absolutely devoted.”  

“I may bore you with these banalities, and I would hate to do anything you dislike. If you can, write me two words, and you’ll make me happy for several weeks. Forgive me for sending you the waltz; perhaps it will make you angry with me, but really I did it to give you pleasure, for I do love you desperately.”

“I am nearly always with you; I will never desert you, I shall be till death your most affectionate”

“No, you don’t know how much I love you, I can’t show it to you in any way, and I have wished for so long that you could know. Ah, what would I not give, just to press your hand, you can’t guess - half of my wretched life”

“How I want to see you; I would go 2 weeks without playing to see you really, because mentally I see you every day. Don’t show this letter, because I’m ashamed of it”

“I know your soul, so it doesn’t matter about paper; if I have written such a lot of nonsense to you, it’s only to remind you that you are as much in my heart as ever”

“I don’t want to stop writing, all the more because I believe I have not put down what I wanted, to amuse you. I kept everything back for the dessert, and now there is no other dessert than a hearty embrace, for I have no one but you”

“I’ll go out; perhaps I may see someone who will remind me of you; you are the only person I love”

(at the end of a letter to Tytus) “-love me, please”

“Perhaps you would object; but I want you, and I expect you clean-shaven” (dude.)

“Enough! Just give me a kiss”

“Give me a kiss, dearest beloved; I know that you still care for me, but I’m always so afraid of you, - as if you were some sort of tyrant over me; I don’t know why I’m afraid of you. God knows it’s only you that have power over me, you and - no one else”

“I shall send it to you as soon as possible; if you want it you shall have it; but no one else except you shall have my portrait. There is only one other person to whom I would give it, and even then to you first, for you are my dearest. No one but myself has read your letter”

“I am going to wash now; don’t kiss me, I’m not washed yet. You? If I were smeared with the oils of Byzantium, you would not kiss me unless I forced you to do it by magnetism. There’s some kind of power in nature. Today you will dream of kissing me! I have got to pay you out for the horrible dream you gave me last night”

and that’s just SOME of it kdjbfdjfhb like…this guy….



Summer wind blows in again
Sometimes we wonder where we lost it
My good intentions were your fateful weapons
Still I’ve yet to learn my lesson
Oh oh oh
Though i don’t need much for anything
But a shady tree and a couple pours of whisky
To write my songs of love and life and loss
And just a few about you
So if you’ll hear me out

Stay with me we might never have to leave
You’re my southern king
We’re living for the day dreams
So don’t you laugh
He’s a good good man there’s something’s
he just wont understand

You know my old man is out of town for a couple days
I think that you should
Stay with me, all summer
Stay with me, under the covers
Stay with me, be my lover
Stay with me, all summer
Stay with me, under the covers
Stay with me, be my lover

So come on down i will show you how
Us mid-west boys like to party
So grab a beer and get over here
Summer straw and air don’t wait another year

Stay with me we might never have to leave
You’re my southern king
We’re living for the day dreams
So don’t get mad
Whats past is in the past
We can make this last if you just give me that chance

So when my old man is out of town for a couple days
Stay with me, all summer
Stay with me, under the covers
Stay with me, be my lover

Stay with me, all summer
Stay with me, under the covers
Stay with me, be my lover

Stay with me, all summer
Stay with me, under the covers
Stay with me, be my lover

Stay with me, all summer
Stay with me, under the covers
Stay with me, be my lover


It was painful sometimes. Sometimes they encouraged me to talk about things that made me cry so hard I couldn’t breath. Sometimes they told me stories about their lives I really wished werent true. Human connection is often painful but so so powerful. And I cannot think of one thing more important than it. But I’ve never been one to stick with what’s comfortable so I moved away from my lovely community to a small mountain town. I have met people and I have built relationships. Something is missing. Is it the obsession with their phones? The obsession with their outdoor recreation and showing off how much they do and see? Am I shutting myself off? I truly don’t know. But I have been asked “what hikes have you been on?” more than I have been asked genuinely how I am adjusting to a new life. I get that superficial conversation is less time and mentally consuming. But this has become the loneliest feeling.

Please be mindful of others. Listen to them. Ask them questions about their life. Don’t zone out the second they start telling a story. Don’t fucking look at your phone when you’re suppose to be having a conversation. Make eye contact. Follow up! Be the one who is always asking to hang out. Ask a new coworker how they are adjusting to the job. Get to know your friends depression. Don’t try to make yourself seem better or more experienced. And do NOT be afraid of asking people questions you think will be hard/emotional for them to answer. People appreciate other people’s care. Be a safe space.

anonymous asked:

can you do a tyler fic based on the song, "Oh Ms. Believer"? That would make my life, i love your writing and your blog so much :)


The snow listens to you. The snow listens to you like no one else does because you have no one to listen to you.

In your silent, shitty apartment on the bad side of town, you lay on a mattress, completely and truly alone, and still the ever present snow listens to you as you cry yourself dry again. It’s a bit of a promise - a thing you two have. You and the snow have a bond. The snow is your only friend.

But despite the snow’s company, you’re sad and you’re lonely and you have nothing. Nothing to live for.

Sometimes you think about what it would be like if you were capable of being normal. You think about your classmates who went on in school and you ask yourself why can’t you? Why can’t you attend university and why can’t you have friends and why can’t you go to parties like the other kids your age do?

And then you look out of the window and you see the snow falling and you remember that you can’t ever be normal.  And you sit and think about the reason that you like the snow is because people don’t like its cold and bitterness, just like they don’t like yours.

You have a job on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays at the music store, three five hour minimum wage shifts that barely pay for your rent and a few take out meals. It basically requires showing up and standing in front of a cash register for a few hours and interacting with like 3 or 4 customers. To be honest, it’s hardly worth turning up for. It’s a lazy and sad job for a lazy and sad person and you hate it, but then again, you hate almost everything. But it keeps you alive and it doesn’t require a degree and since you are incapable of getting off your ass and earning yourself one of those, it looks like the record store is your best bet for now.

Still, it wouldn’t surprise you if the place went under soon and perhaps you should be a little more worried about it, especially considering the money you earn there is all you’re living on. But since when did you worry or feel anything other than emptiness? You don’t. The snow knows it, too.

Outside of the record store, it’s snowing. It’s snowing and it’s Saturday night and there are people stumbling drunkenly through the slippery streets at 11 o'clock, probably already on their way to their second bar of the night. They’re all smiling and laughing and you are empty. You can’t help but crave their happiness.

Briefly, you consider closing early and going out for a drink yourself. But then you think about how much you’d close early and go home instead.

And you suppose you could close early and go home now, because you’re the only one left in the store and it’s the last Saturday of the month, your turn to work the awkward and pointless late night shift that your boss insists that the store keeps. Apparently Saturday night is the prime time for record sales, but then again your boss says a lot of things that make no sense. Really, you know that James wouldn’t care if you closed up early tonight and went home now, because who are they kidding, there’s not going to be a customer rush at 11 o'clock at night when everyone’s out having fun. Nobody in their right mind goes out clubbing and spontaneously decides to pick up an album on the way home.

So, decision made, you grab your bag, throwing it over your shoulder, and exit the building after turning off the lights. You carefully lock up the store before pocketing your set of keys and speed walking away from the run down record store without looking back.

The snow has reduced to flurries and you start to think that maybe even the weather is tired, just like you are.

When you come to the steps that lead up to your building, you can feel your eyes becoming heavy, drooping like they’d like nothing more than to close. However, despite their exhaustion, your heavy eyes still catch sight of the figure sitting on the steps. People always sit on the steps. But most of the time they’re in groups and most of the time they’re not hunched over, making them look incredibly fragile and sad.

You eye the figure cautiously. He’s got his head in his hands and you briefly consider asking the person if he’s ok because you suppose you’d like that if that was you and someone was acting like they cared.  But you know nothing you could say would make a difference.  

You take the steps 2 at a time and do your best to get past the person unnoticed. Usually you’re good at being unnoticed, usually you can just slip by and blend in with your surroundings and  no one talks to you.

But this person obviously doesn’t know that you are the sad and broken weirdo from the fifth floor.

“You remind me of someone I used to know.” The boy says, voice choked but unmistakeable.

You freeze on the top step, blink twice and turn carefully to face the boy. He hasn’t moved his head from his hands.

“I used to know a girl named Anne in middle school who was sad and nobody but me spoke to her.  You remind me of Anne.”

You don’t move.

“At first I thought that she was broken beyond repair. I just spoke to her and sat with her and I never asked her any questions about why she was so sad. I just kept her company until we left middle school and went to high school. She moved away though.”

The boy pauses to clear his throat before continuing.  

“In November, they had an assembly for just our class.  They said that Anne committed suicide the night before.”

You stare as the boy finally lifts his head from his hands and stands from his seat on the steps, turning to face you. He’s still too far away for you to see him properly and the darkness is making him a mere silhouette to your vision. But you still manage to stare at the boy with a clenched jaw.

You’re about to ask the boy why, why is he telling you this? But the boy speaks before you can say anything.

“That weekend I went to Toledo, where I knew she was from, and I met her mom who cried when I asked her about her daughter’s death. She cried and I told her I was sorry, but I just needed to know why. She showed me the note she left. It was just a list of names. One was mine. And I realized that Anne wasn’t completely broken. She could’ve been fixed, she just needed someone to be there for her.”

You want to turn and run because the snow isn’t around to comfort you anymore.  Instead, it’s dark and your palms are sweating and you don’t know what to say to this stranger. You expect the boy to continue talking, but he doesn’t, he just walks towards you until you’re standing face to face.

Your eyes level with his and for the first time tonight, you can see the person who has been telling you the tragic story of Anne. Your eyes roam the unfamiliar face and you’re hit by the beauty of this boy, the perfect angular line of his jaw, the perfect shape and height of his cheekbones, and more evidently, his perfect eyes that are a shocking shade of brown, vibrant and lively, much unlike your sad ones. This boy’s eyes are shining with life and everything you’re lacking.

You wonder why he bothered to speak to someone like you, who’s sad and exhausted, wearing clothes that are too big for you and looking like a train wreck all of the time, feeling like a train wreck all of the time, is a train wreck all of the time.

A silence has fallen over you, one that remains present until you breaks it with “I don’t know why you told me that.”

To which the boy replies “I told you because you’re broken. Anybody can see that. But it’s not permanent.” Your eyes are locked on the boy’s pretty mouth as he talks, watching the way his lips form each word.

And you kind of want to chuckle at his words, you can’t be ‘fixed’; and you have no one there for you. So you look the boy in the eye and whisper just that.

“Well you have me.” The boy says, as if you’ve known each other for more than 5 minutes. “I’m Tyler, by the way.”

You rub your chapped lips together before saying, “And I’m Y/N.”

And so after exchanging numbers on the steps leading up to your apartment complex at almost midnight on a Saturday night, Tyler Joseph becomes your second snow. He calls you the following day and asks you how you’re doing, if you’re feeling alright today, and you tell Tyler that you feel like you always do. Tyler doesn’t question you. But it feels like a promise when just before Tyler hangs up, he says “I’ll talk to you soon. Probably tomorrow.” and you laugh dryly and say “If you say so.” because you’re not counting on Tyler to stick around.

But Tyler does call. He calls the next day and the day after that and even the day after that. They’re not long calls, just Tyler “checking in” mainly, but it’s so nice, it feels like all the support you’ve ever needed.

And Tyler doesn’t stop at daily calls, he even visits you that weekend. You sit together and don’t really say much.  You just watch the TV in a comfortable silence, but it feels like so much more.

Somehow it turns into a weekly thing. Tyler comes over to your apartment out of the blue, constantly finding reasons to be there for you. Honestly, you’re so glad that you have someone around, someone who isn’t pressuring you into laughing or smiling or doing anything with your life.

Eventually the hour long visits turn into Tyler staying the night, arm wrapped casually around you as they lay on your mattress in the darkness and stillness of your room. He holds you when you cry and it means everything to you, absolutely everything.

And, as time goes on, you begin to find that waking up feels less and less painful every morning.  It’s nice to not dread existing. It’s nice to feel wanted.

But of course, Tyler can’t be there 24/7. So when he isn’t around to listen to you cry and comfort you to sleep, you alway have the snow. It’s like Tyler and the snow are your sole support system, your anchors, the things that are keeping you alive.  Like the list of names Anne made before she died. If you made a list, all it would say is “Tyler Joseph and The Snow.”

But you should have known that Tyler wasn’t just your best friend and your support system. You should have known that you were going to fall in love.

You realize it when you’re lying in bed a few months after you first met, Tyler’s arms holding you closer than they’d ever held you before, when Tyler tucks his nose behind your ear and whispers “This is the first time we’ve laid together at night when you aren’t crying.” and he’s right, you’re not crying, you’re not crying and you don’t feel sad and Tyler is the reason for that.

“It’s because you’re here.“ You whisper in disbelief. "You’re always here and I love you.”

And you do love Tyler. You love Tyler and you don’t realize it until you say it.  But saying it makes you freeze, muscles locking up in Tyler’s embrace.

But Tyler doesn’t seem to notice. “I love you too.”

You spin around in the circle of his arms and look up into Tyler’s perfect eyes and you see the light inside them and you’re not sure what Tyler means by love, but you can tell he means it.

“For real?“

"For real.”

“Okay.” And Tyler leans over and kisses the top of your head for the first time that night, even if it feels familiar enough for it to have been the one thousandth.


“Honey, I’m home!” Tyler calls, smile evident in his voice as he swings the front door to your apartment open and enters, dumping his keys on the wall hook, slamming the door shut and bustling into the kitchen. “Y/N?“

She isn’t there; in her place is an unnerving silence, one that isn’t natural, one that sets a heavy feeling of dread at the bottom of Tyler’s stomach. His smile falls right off his face.

“Y/N?” he says into the silence. No response.  Tyler shakes his head, she’s got to be here.

He ventures into the living room and finds that the arm chair is empty.  He checks the bathroom and finds no beautiful eyes peeking out behind the shower curtain, ready to pounce on him and laugh at him for being so scared. He looks everywhere except her room, because he dreads what he may find in there.

But it’s inevitable, either Y/N is in her bedroom or she is out, and Tyler knows that she would have nowhere to go if she did leave the apartment.

So he opens to door slowly and looks in and the first thing he notices is that it’s snowing and the window is open and Y/N is laying curled in a ball on the mattress, phone discarded in front of her, in silence, crying. She’s a silent blubbering mess and Tyler is scared, but he still dives forward and envelopes her into a hug. He kisses her forehead and buries his face in her hair and whispers “Love, what happened?” because even when they first met, she never cried this much and there’s no way that this is Y/N just upset. This isn’t normal. This isn’t her.

She shakes her head against Tyler’s chest, leaning against him as he rocks them from side to side, mumbling “Shh, babe, tell me what’s wrong.” into her hair and waiting for her to be okay.

Slowly her sniffling seizes and she takes a deep breath, pulling her face out of Tyler’s chest and patting Tyler’s sweater where she’s gotten tears all over it. She smiles weakly but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes and she looks like she could start crying again. Before she does though, she shakes her head and says “My mom died. Car accident. Last night.”

Tyler has never asked Y/N about her parents. He doesn’t know why they never talked and he doesn’t have a clue where they are or why they left their daughter to become so broken like this. But he knows that despite the fact that she rarely spoke to them, the loss of this woman who was his mother must be hard on her. Tyler couldn’t even begin to imagine the pain she must be feeling right now.

So Tyler doesn’t say anything, just closes his eyes and pulls Y/N back into his arms so that her face is not entirely in his chest this time, just so they’re hugging and can lightly sway without toppling over. “We didn’t speak, me and my mom.” she mumbles. “I know I shouldn’t feel so regretful because after we stopped talking a few years back, I barely knew her anymore. We didn’t speak, I didn’t know her and she didn’t know me. But I feel like I’ve completely missed the chance I had to get to know her.  She raised me and loved me as a kid. All I did was push her away. I was bitter and disrespectful and I blamed her for pushing me too hard when really it was just me not wanting to do what she and my dad expected me to do. I’m not surprised she left me.”

Tyler doesn’t have anything constructive to say. He just pushes his nose into your hair and says “I am so sorry. I love you.”

She shakes her head and says “Don’t be sorry.” and for the first time, she tilts her head up and plants her lips on his.  Tyler sighs into her mouth, wondering if this was the time or place to be sharing their first kiss together.  But he selfishly doesn’t want to pull away.   He wraps an arm tightly around her waist and for a long while, all they do is kiss.

And after they do finally pull apart, they lay there together for hours in the darkness, silent and not speaking, until when she assumes that Tyler is asleep and she whispers “It’s all my fault.” into his ear.


You don’t know what to do with yourself.

You don’t know what to do with yourself now that your mother is dead, you don’t know how to fix it, so for the first time in 4 years, you call your dad. And now, laying in the darkness on a creaky mattress, curled up against the wall underneath the open window as the snow falls, you hold your phone in shaky hands.

It’s cold and Tyler left a few hours ago to go to work and you feel so tired. You feel numb. Only when your father picks up to you realize that it’s been such a long time and you don’t know if your dad will even want to speak to you. You consider hanging up, you consider clicking the end call button and putting your phone away, never thinking of it again.


His voice is deep and so familiar and it reminds you of your childhood, it reminds you of the memories he created with him. And you’re completely frozen, paralyzed with guilt. You can’t speak. It’s snowing, you remind himself. The snow is here.

“Hello? Is anybody there?”

You bite your lip, looking out at the snow as you say “Dad.”

And your dad exhales, like a breath of relief,  “Y/N.” The sound is static in your ear through the bad connection of your phone. “I thought you’d never call.”

“Mom died.”

“Yeah,” he says, sighing heavily.

Silence. “I’m sorry.” your voice cracks audibly and your fist tightens as you cough in a feeble attempt to cover up your weakness. You’re not breaking, you’re not going to show your dad how broken you are. “I’m sorry for not being there.”

“I know you are.  I know you’re sorry.” And now you don’t know what to say, but you can feel the tears coming, the ones you’d worked so hard to bury for the duration of this phone call.  

“I suppose you want me to beg you to come home now?” he asks then, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.  You shake your head, a method of calming only yourself down.  But you don’t respond.  Instead, you let the phone drop from your ear and you hang up, leaving you to sit, staring out at the snow.  

In the end, you don’t end up crying.  You don’t let any tears escape your eyes.  You just sit, asking the snow why bad things happen to you.  

And when Tyler finds you like this later, he knows what happened, he just knows, and he pulls you into his lap, stroking your hair and looking out at the snow, asking the snow why the world is has been so cruel to this beautiful and perfect girl. The snow doesn’t know the answer to that one.


Y/N/s sadness from the communication with her dad doesn’t fade; she refuses to eat anything, refuses to leave her room, hardly speaks and hardly interacts with Tyler at all. She doesn’t kiss him, doesn’t hug him.  Instead, she pushes him away whenever he lays a hand on her and rejects his affection whenever he tries to put an arm around her shoulders.

It’s as if she’s not even inside her body at all, it’s as if she’s disappeared and truth be told, it’s beginning to worry Tyler, because she’s never been this bad before.

So he takes a week off from work to keep an eye on her, and he calls her in sick at the record store, telling her boss about what happened.

When he hangs up the phone, he returns to her bedroom.  Tyler drops to the mattress at a somewhat respectable distance, crossing his legs as she angle herself away from him. Tyler tries not to take it to heart.

“James said that he hopes you feel better soon.” Tyler says to the back of her head.

No response.

“He also said that he’ll count the days that you’re not in as paid days off so you won’t be going poor or homeless this month.”

No response.

“James a nice guy, huh?  Very southern.”

No response.

"I like southern accents.”

No response.


Tyler suddenly feels sick. Something inside of him snaps and it’s as if all of the days Tyler has spent by her side this week are coming back up his throat. “Oh come on, Y/N! Why?” Tyler says with a raised voice, frustrated. “What’s wrong?! Why are you so distant right now?! Did I do something wrong?!”

Her head lowers and she sighs, mumbling something that Tyler doesn’t quite catch.

He sits for a moment, trying to make sense of it, before he chews his lip and says “What?”

“I said get out.” She says, clearer now. It’s unmistakeable, impossible for Tyler to have misheard. Y/N is telling Tyler to get out. It doesn’t sound like a joke. It sounds like a break up. It sounds like she’s crushing Tyler’s heart with her bare hands, fingers constricting around it, breaking it to a million pieces. “I don’t think we can be together right now.”

Tyler swallows around the lump in his throat. He feels like he’s about to throw up. “What did I do?”

“Just go.”

“But I-”

“Get out.”

And so Tyler gets out. He stands up with tears running down his cheeks, filling his eyes and blocking his vision as he stumbles out of Y/N’s room, out of her apartment, out of her complex, out of her street, out of her town, but hopefully not out of her heart.


After Tyler leaves, you are left to complete silence. There are no more sounds of him moving around in the kitchen or watching TV in the living room or showering in the bathroom. There are no more sounds of Tyler around you at all to remind you that you’re not alone. So all you can think about is the fact that you are so alone, and it’s all your fault because you were the one who fucked everything up.

You miss him. Your heart feels heavier than it was when Tyler was here and your apartment is colder, sadder, lonelier and you feel like everything is back to the way it was before you met Tyler. You’re completely reliant on the snow to listen.  Only now, it doesn’t seem to snow as much.

So now that Tyler is gone, and your mother is dead, and your father didn’t want you around, and the snow isn’t falling, you have no one to live for, nobody to rely on and nothing to cling onto. Just a lumpy mattress and a dark room.

You wonder if Tyler will ever come back.


Tyler tells himself that Y/N doesn’t want to see him. He tells himself that he can’t just go storming into her apartment, demanding to be taken back, because the reason why she told him to leave was because he was too invasive and wasn’t giving her the time and space she needed to think and heal.

He wanted to apologize.   But, he also wanted to stay away, and give her the distance she wanted.  Which is what he is doing.

Tyler hasn’t gone back to Y/N’s apartment for 5 days. Not like he’s been counting, but he’s been counting.

Tyler isn’t sure how long he can stay away.  But on day 6, he decides to say fuck it to space, he needed to check on her. He’s going to go to her apartment and apologize to her and Y/N is going to love him again.


It had been 6 days since the last snowfall.  You gazed out your open window into the clear night and let the cold air hit your face.  

You tapped anxiously at the wood of your window frame, wondering how much longer you could go on like this, completely and utterly alone.  

A soft knock coming from your bedroom door brings you back to reality.  You immediately stir, turning around and looking over at your shut door.  

You know who it is.  Because who else would it be?  You hesitate, feeling nervous about telling him to come in.  What could Tyler want?  

If it had been snowing, you would have told him to go away again.  But it wasn’t.  It was clear and you were so lonely.  So instead you clear your throat and tell him to come in.

“Hi,” he says, anxiously lingering at the door frame even after he’s seen you.

You keep his gaze and smile as much as you could. “Hi.”

“Listen—“ he says, rubbing the hem of his shirt between his two fingers.  “I just wanted to say, I’m sorry.”

You narrow your eyes at him, in shock.

“I was intrusive and I didn’t give you space, and I said I’d be here, but I was pushy and not what you needed, and I’m sorry.”  He sighs out a heavy breath once he’s finished, like he’d just exhaled all the poison in his lungs.  

You stare, partially stunned, but mostly ashamed with yourself, because standing in front of you was everything you’d ever wanted.  It was love and support and compassion and you’d treated him like you’d treated everything else in your life; with apathy.  You’d neglected Tyler and pushed him away and only focused on yourself.  You hated yourself for it, because truth-be-told, Tyler deserved so much more.  

Despite the distance you’d expressed the last time you’d been together, it’s you who closes the space between you and him.  In three quick strides, you’re colliding with him, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing your ear into his chest.  

As you feel his arms wrap around you and his face nestle into the familiar spot on top of your head, you finally let yourself inhale properly.  Air and Tyler’s scent all flood into your lungs, reminding you of what you’d let slip away before, reminding you of how crucial he was to your existence.  

“I’m sorry I pushed you away,” you say.  And then, “I love you.”  The words come out louder than you’d ever said it before and you feel Tyler soften in your embrace, like he’s let out a breath of relief.  

“I love you,” he says into your hair. “So much.”

In the coming days, evidence of spring appears.  The snow begins melting from the banks, creating puddles in the road, and on the night when the clouds emerge, it’s rain that falls instead.  You sit briefly on your bed and stare out into the dreary night, listening as the drops fall to the pavement below and you realize that you were okay without it.  Because even without the company of the snow, you had Tyler.  And somehow, he was infinitely better.  You were still sad and afraid.  You still cried some nights and felt like the world was closing in around you.  But Tyler’s company gave you hope and something to live for.

so, people have talked a lot about how some people in the lazy town fandom started harassing stefan with questions about sportarobbie and different fan theories. at first, it’s fine, but then he starts drowning in those questions, gets annoyed and tired of those questions. STOP.

i think it’s great that people ship sportarobbie, and write headcanons and fanfics, and make fanart, but when someone who isn’t that interested in it, don’t keep pushing it in their face. stefan might like the idea of sportarobbie, but he doesn’t like the idea of thousands of people sending him questions about things he doesn’t care about much.

you know, one of the first things i noticed and fell in love with in the lazy town fandom, is that people are so nice? we have a separate tag for smutty fanfics and fanart, so that the sportarobbie tag will stay kid friendly. people respect other’s opinions. people make friends and bond with others, with the help of headcanons, they don’t fight over them. people look at other people’s point of view, and even if they don’t agree, they can live in peace.

please don’t take that away from this fandom. i want to keep the fandom nice, warm, and kind. i want to keep stefan as a funny sweet guy who is into the stuff we as a fandom create. i want to keep our fandom as possibly one of the nicest out there.

so please, PLEASE, stop harassing stefan (and anyone for that matter) with questions. don’t fight. don’t start a war. we don’t want to turn on each other.

keep the lazy town fandom fun, kind, nice, and safe. it really means a lot to me and lots of other people.