i wish gifs could be played to music

Imagine smoking a joint with Dylan and you guys are getting into a deep conversation. Music softly plays in the background as you talk. “What do you wish you could be?” He asks quietly.

“I want to be pretty.” You answer, your voice almost a whisper.

“Babe, you’re pretty enough. You’re precious to me. You’re special.” Dylan says and kisses you on the forehead.

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“I like cats. I hate people who aren’t feminists. Pale skin is beautiful. I like pastel colored hair on girls. I drink a cup of coffee every day. I like to eat pizza. I hate socializing. I wish I could stay in my room all day. I want to quit Nirvana so I can stay inside and avoid the world. I hate most people. I wish I could be alone forever. I like to read books. I love independent movies. I hate life. The world is beautiful. I like punk rock. I like girls with weird eyes. I like drugs. I like passion. I like things that are built well. I like innocence. I like and am grateful for the blue collar worker whose existence allows artists to not have to work at menial jobs. I like killing gluttony. I like playing my cards wrong. I like various styles of music. I like making fun of musicians whom I feel plagiarize or offend music as art by exploiting their embarrassingly pathetic versions of their work. I like to write poetry. I like to ignore others’ poetry. I like nature and animals. I like to be by myself. I like to feel guilty for being a white, American male.” - Kurt Cobain

Between Floors

Merry Christmas @stunningswan​!!! I’m your CS Secret Santa! Getting to know you over the last few weeks has been incredibly fun and I’m still laughing at how much we have in common! I wrote this little fluffy Christmas meet-cute AU for you and I hope you enjoy it! When you said that you love AUs and mentioned the trapped in an elevator story this little idea popped into my head. It might even have a little bit of magic ;)

It was just getting dark on Christmas Eve and Emma Swan found herself stuck in a department store. More specifically she was stuck somewhere between the second and third floor in an elevator. Not the place she really wanted to be … but it’s not like she had anywhere else to go.

But he probably did.

The stranger in the elevator next to her looked like the sort of guy that had all kinds of plans for the holidays. He was sharply dressed in clothes that were probably worth more than Emma had made in the last three months combined. She hadn’t paid him much attention when she stepped into the elevator. She had just kept her head down and leaned against the wall. Standing behind him she couldn’t see his face now but she somehow just knew he was handsome. Probably had a stunningly beautiful girlfriend – or wife – waiting for him to bring her the perfect gift that he had just popped in to buy.

“Think it’ll start again?” he asked. His accent was decidedly British and when he turned to look at her she realized she was wrong about him being handsome … he was drop dead gorgeous. Dark hair that was almost black, just the right amount of stubble on his jaw … and the bluest eyes she had ever seen.

“Hope so,” she said quietly. She did. She couldn’t be stuck … well, she couldn’t be found, not here.

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