i wish my life was like a movie

Get Out.

Originally posted by tess453

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Deciding to stay in for a date, Peter and the Reader are faced with annoying and embarrassing comments from the whole team, who are unaware of their relationship.

Word Count: 2,428

Warnings: language, fluff, annoying avengers (??), embarrassed!Peter, embarrassed!Reader, cuteness, LOTR trilogy. (Let me know if I missed any)

A/N: Alright homies, I apologize it has taken me so long to upload something. I’ve been reaally stressed. So hopefully this is okay? For the anon that requested this, I hope you like it. I’d love some feedback, as always. Enjoy reading!


Dark, gray clouds blocked any source of light from shining through the big, thick glass windows surrounding every inch of the building.

The entire tower was filled with a solemn mood that spread into every corner and room.

Most of the team dreaded days like these, since it put a damper on their mood, (especially Steve).

You, however, cherished days like these the most.

It’s where you find your peace and inner self, no matter how depressing that may sound.

It helps you relax and release any stresses that corrupt your thoughts.

But the best reason of all is that you don’t have to leave the house, even if you had a date with Peter tonight.

However, thinking that idea through, you realized something.

The whole team would be here.

With Peter and you.

During your date.

Well, fuck.

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MC Alone On Valentines Day....

[MC has entered the chatroom]

MC: OH February… OH February… The time in which love blooms and shines…

Yoosung: DATE ME.

MC: OH And how happy I’d be with a lover…

ZEN: JESUS CHRIST JUST LOVE ME.

MC: Gah… Too bad I’ll be all alone…

Jaehee: TAKE ME BB.

MC: I wish OH I wish that I had a fiancé…

Saeyoung: HERE. YOUR FIANCÉ. IS RIGHT HERE.

MC: I’m OH so lonely… So sad…. With no one to love…..

Jumin: Me. CHOOSE. ME.

MC: Looks like I’ll just spend it alone… Again… *sigh*

V: Please… Take me…

MC: No one would bother to love me anyways….

Saeran: I. WANT. YOU.

MC: WELP… Time to drown my sorrows with cheesy romance movies… BY MYSELF….

[MC has left the chatroom]

[*Yoosung cries in a corner]

[ZEN screams on a table]

[Jaehee Kang is trying to breathe]

[707 lies down and rethinks life]

[Jumin Han is pouring more wine]

[V is also sobbing in a corner]

[Saeran shoots a fucking lamp]

50 Famous Quotes of Fashion's Greatest.

1 ) “One is never over-dressed or under-dressed with a Little Black Dress.” —Karl Lagerfeld

2) “Before you leave the house, look in the mirror and remove one accessory.” —Coco Chanel

3) “I firmly believe that with the right footwear one can rule the world.” —Bette Midler

4) “I loathe narcissism, but I approve of vanity.” —Diana Vreeland

5) “A woman’s dress should be a like a barbed-wire fence: serving its purpose without obstructing the view.” —Sophia Loren

6) “I like my money right where I can see it…hanging in my closet.” —Carrie Bradshaw

7) “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.” —Kate Moss

8) “I can’t concentrate in flats!” —Victoria Beckham

9) “I don’t do fashion. I am fashion.” —Coco Chanel

10) “Walk like you have three men walking behind you.” —Oscar de la Renta

11) “You can have anything you want in life if you dress for it.” —Edith Head

12) “Fashion is the armor to survive the reality of everyday life.” —Bill Cunningham

13) “When in doubt, wear red.” —Bill Blass

14) “I don’t design clothes. I design dreams.” —Ralph Lauren

15) “Clothes mean nothing until someone lives in them.” —Marc Jacobs

16) “Fashions fade, style is eternal.” —Yves Saint Laurent

17) “Anyone can get dressed up and glamorous, but it is how people dress in their days off that are the most intriguing.” —Alexander Wang

18) “How can you live the high life if you do not wear the high heels?” —Sonia Rykiel

19) “Don’t be into trends. Don’t make fashion own you, but you decide what you are, what you want to express by the way you dress and the way to live.” —Gianni Versace

20) “In difficult times, fashion is always outrageous.” —Elsa Schiaparelli

21) “You can never take too much care over the choice of your shoes. Too many women think that they are unimportant, but the real proof of an elegant woman is what is on her feet.” —Christian Dior

22) “Fashion is what you’re offered four times a year by designers. And style is what you choose.” —Lauren Hutton

23) “The dress must follow the body of a woman, not the body following the shape of the dress.” —Hubert de Givenchy

24) “I know what women want. They want to be beautiful.” —Valentino Garavani

25) “A woman who doesn’t wear perfume has no future.” —Coco Chanel

26) “People will stare. Make it worth their while.” —Harry Winston

27) “Luxury is the ease of a t-shirt in a very expensive dress.” ―Karl Lagerfeld

28) “And now, I’m just trying to change the world, one sequin at a time.” —Lady Gaga

29) “My look is attainable. Women can look like Audrey Hepburn by flipping out their hair, buying the large sunglasses, and the little sleeveless dresses.” —Audrey Hepburn

30) “A little bad taste is like a nice splash of paprika. We all need a splash of bad taste—it’s hearty, it’s healthy, it’s physical. I think we could use more of it. No taste is what I’m against.” —Diana Vreeland

31) “Elegance is elimination.” —Cristóbal Balenciaga

32) “Style is a way to say who you are without having to speak.” —Rachel Zoe

33) “Men tell me that I’ve saved their marriages. It costs them a fortune in shoes, but it’s cheaper than a divorce. So I’m still useful, you see” —Manolo Blahnik

34) “What you wear is how you present yourself to the world, especially today, when human contacts are so quick. Fashion is instant language.” —Miuccia Prada

35) “In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different.” —Coco Chanel

36) “Attitude is everything.” —Diane von Furstenberg

37) “We must never confuse elegance with snobbery.” —Yves Saint Laurent

38) “Playing dress-up begins at age five and never truly ends.” —Kate Spade

39) “Elegance is not standing out, but being remembered.” —Giorgio Armani

40) “Your dresses should be tight enough to show you’re a woman and loose enough to show you’re a lady.” —Edith Head

41) “The hardest thing in fashion is not to be known for a logo, but to be known for a silhouette.” —Giambattista Valli

42) “I don’t approach fashion. Fashion approaches me!” —Daphne Guinness

43) “We have this saying, Christy and I. We don’t wake up for less than $10,000 a day.” —Linda Evangelista

44) “My look is a cocktail. I’m not as nicely turned out as the french, but I don’t care like the English.” —Jane Birkin

45) “More is more and less is a bore.” —Iris Apfel

46) “Clothes are like a good meal, a good movie, great pieces of music.” —Michael Kors

47) “I wish I had invented blue jeans: the most spectacular, the most practical, the most relaxed and nonchalant. They have expression, modesty, sex appeal, simplicity—all I hope for in my clothes. —Yves Saint Laurent

48) "Whoever said that money can’t buy happiness, simply didn’t know where to go shopping.” —Bo Derek

49) “Big girls need big diamonds.” —Elizabeth Taylor

50) “Sweatpants are a sign of defeat. You lost control of your life so you bought some sweatpants.” —Karl Lagerfeld

  • WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITES?

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Happy Birthday Coraline! 

I can’t believe the movie is 8 years old already,it feels like yesterday when I saw it for the first time in theater. So for this special movie I made this piece, I wish I could have spend more time on it to make it better but I’m pretty happy with what I was able to do in such a short time.

But anyway, happy B-Day Coraline! 

Still neck deep in this fandom lol I just want my life back…

Wishing good luck to Le Duo and BATB on their nominations for the MTV movie awards tonight!

And thank you for all the amazing feedback over my last few posts! I wish I could give an individual thanks to each and everyone who liked, reblogged, and commented!

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And all becomes clear. Wish I could make you see this brightness. Don’t worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well. I understand now, that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention, if only one can first conceive of doing so. Moments like this, I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own, and I know that separation is an illusion. My life extends far beyond the limitations of me.

heathers starters!
  • “i am damaged, far too damaged.”
  • “you were meant to be mine, i am all that you need.”
  • “our love is god. let’s go get a slushie.”
  • “greetings & salutations.”
  • “you came so far why now are you pulling on my dick?”
  • “stick around here, make things better; cause you beat me fair & square.”
  • “you know what i want, babe? cool guys like you out of my life.”
  • “y’know, you fucked me up pretty bad there. you got power.”
  • “fuck me gently with a chainsaw, do i look like mother teresa to you?”
  • “they made you cry; but that will end tonight.”
  • “chaos is great! chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling.”
  • “our love is god.”
  • “i wish your mom stayed around a little longer. i wish she was a little stronger.”
  • “i wish your dad was good!”
  • “i wish we met before they convinced you life is war!”
  • “i wish you’d come with me…”
  • “please.. don’t leave me alone. you were.. all that i could trust.. i can’t do this alone..”
  • “let’s make this beautiful.”
  • “let’s be normal. see bad movies, sneak a beer & watch tv.”
  • “don’t you want a life with me?”
  • “you don’t know what my world looks like.”
  • “sorry for coming through the window. dreadful etiquette, i know.”
  • “i worship you. i’d trade my life for you.”
  • “wish you’d miss me, wish you’d kiss me…”
  • “but i believe a dream that is worth having, should be a dream that never has to end.”
  • “certain girls were meant to be alone.”
  • “fine. we’re damaged, very damaged. but that does not make us wise.”
  • “we’re not special, we’re not different. we don’t choose who lives or dies.”

I will never understand how people could think MUSICAL Veronica hates JD at any point ever? How can you watch a musical that has her trying so hard to bring him back then singing “I wish we met before they convinced you life is war” and go, “Ah, yes… She hates him.”

VICTORIA VINCENT

Victoria Vincent is an animator-illustrator who creates worlds we wish we could live in. Her style and humor are unique and personal, and we can’t get enough of it. Also, we would love that cat to cut our hair.


“I currently don’t know where my life is going, but I feel like I’ll always be making art in one way or the other. I’m still learning and changing every day.”

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How will you discover that your life is about to change? For then-20-year-old English actor Tom Holland, he first learned that he’d been cast in the coveted title role in Marvel Studios’ newest Spider-Man film Spider-Man: Homecoming—after a grueling audition process—from an Instagram post.

No matter how that news arrives, being hired to play an iconic superhero is a game-changer for any young actor, and Holland has certainly earned his spot, amassing an impressive body of work since being scouted at dance school in his hometown of London. In 2008, he made his theater debut in the West End production of Billy Elliot the Musical, and has gone on to appear opposite Naomi Watts in the tsunami-soaked drama The Impossible (2012); in the miniseries Wolf Hall (2015), adapted from two historical novels by Hilary Mantel; and in Ron Howard’s Moby-Dick origin story, In the Heart of the Sea (2015). Earlier this year, Holland appeared in James Gray’s The Lost City of Z, for which he decamped to South America alongside Charlie Hunnam and Robert Pattinson. He also has a plum role as Samuel Insull, the General Electric pioneer and onetime secretary to Thomas Edison, in The Current War, out later this year, which chronicles the rivalry between Edison (Benedict Cumberbatch) and his fellow inventor, George Westinghouse (Michael Shannon).

In the lead up to the expectedly seismic release of Spider-Man: Homecoming in July, and with it the sky-rocketing of his star power, Holland and his friend and Spider-Man co-star, the actress and singer Zendaya, went head-to-head on an episode of the curious celebrity game show Lip Sync Battle that aired on MTV ahead of this year’s Movie & TV Awards. Holland, with a full drag-and-dance routine rendition of Rihanna’s “Umbrella,” won the day, and became a viral sensation for his efforts. In May, they hopped on the phone for a lower-stakes sort of back and forth.


TOM HOLLAND: Zendaya, how are you doing?

ZENDAYA: I’m good, man. This is my first time interviewing you. It’s kind of weird. I’m going to keep it real simple. [both laugh] What did you want to be when you were a kid?

HOLLAND: I didn’t really know what I wanted to be. My mom thought I could dance because I used to dance to this Janet Jackson song she’d play when I was a baby. Then she would take me to a Saturday dance school. I used to go every week and got spotted by a scout, who suggested I audition for the role of Billy in Billy Elliot the Musical. When I first started auditioning, I was too small and I couldn’t dance. [Zendaya laughs] I went to an all-boys school, where I played rugby, so ballet wasn’t the coolest thing to do.

ZENDAYA: Kids are kind of mean. Was that ever a thing?

HOLLAND: I think it toughened me up. I loved doing ballet. I trained for two years. I auditioned every six months for Billy Elliot and got slightly bigger every time I went, and eventually I got the job. I’m very happy I had that training. It’s been so valuable to my career, and I’ve used it on almost everything I’ve done since.

ZENDAYA: It’s probably the reason you beat me on Lip Sync Battle. I’m just throwing that out there.

HOLLAND: That was raw talent.

ZENDAYA: What came after Billy Elliot?

HOLLAND: My parents decided that it was time for me to go back to school. And after being at school for only six weeks, I was whisked off to Spain to shoot in a water tank with Naomi Watts for a film called The Impossible.

ZENDAYA: Your mom is a photographer, right?

HOLLAND: Yes.

ZENDAYA: And your dad?

HOLLAND: He is a stand-up comedian and an author.

ZENDAYA: Do you think that has had anything to do with your creativity?

HOLLAND: Definitely. I come from very creative parents. It’s nice to have a dad who’s been in the industry for probably over 30 years because he knows all the dos and don'ts and the ins and outs and stuff.

ZENDAYA: So now we move from Billy Elliot to a big movie. Did you want to be in the industry more and more? Because when I got my first job, I just wanted it even more.

HOLLAND: That happened for me the more I auditioned for Spider-Man. The closer and closer I got, the more I wanted it. I must have been about 18 when I started auditioning.

ZENDAYA: How long was that process?

HOLLAND: That process was five months. I did eight auditions. I did five self-tapes, and then a screen test with Robert Downey Jr. and a screen test with Chris Evans. In the screen test with Robert Downey Jr., they brought me into the room and I met him. I was so nervous. In my head, I thought, “Wow, you look really weird in person. You don’t look like you do onscreen.” I found out later that I met his stand-in. I basically got my nerves out on his stand-in and then met him. Then my screen test with Chris Evans was a movement test. I was like, “Shall I do a backflip?” And all the Sony guys were like, “Can you do a backflip?” “Fuck, yeah. I’ve been sending you videos for the last five months of me doing a backflip. How do you not know this?”

ZENDAYA: Was that the most stressful period of your life?

HOLLAND: It was stressful because the closer and closer I got, the more I could see my future changing.

ZENDAYA: And you wanted it.

HOLLAND: The thing that killed me was the waiting. Even after my self-tapes, they would call me up and be like, “We’re going to let you know tomorrow.” Six auditions later, still nothing. On my last audition, they said, “You need to stay in Atlanta because we’ll tell you tomorrow.” So I stayed in Atlanta for about a week because my cousin lives there. With each passing day, there was no phone call. I flew back to London. Five weeks passed. I kept checking my phone every 20 minutes, trying to find something. Eventually, one day I was sitting on my bed with my dog just scrolling through Instagram, and there it was. It said, “Go to our website and check out who the new Spider-Man is.” And I did. It said my name. I went crazy. My poor dog had a fit. I ran downstairs, told my family. My brother, Harry, was like, “No, dude. Sony’s account has been hacked. They’d let you know. They’d call you.” Which is so Harry, by the way. He’s so pessimistic about everything. But Sony had gotten hacked not long before. Then [president of Marvel Studios, and producer on the film] Kevin Feige rang me up, telling me, “I’ve got great news. You’re going to be Spider-Man.” I’m like, “I know, Kevin. It’s on Instagram. I’m 19. Did you really think I wasn’t going to find it?”

ZENDAYA: Everybody asks me this question: What do you see for yourself? What do you want? Obviously, you’ve done other types of roles that are very different from Peter Parker. Do you want to act forever?

HOLLAND: The 20-year goal is to be a film director. The 15-year goal is to win an Oscar. The five-year goal is to just keep enjoying myself. I really am having the time of my life. But as far as my future goes, I want to stretch myself as an actor in a way that Jake Gyllenhaal, Leonardo DiCaprio, and Meryl Streep do. I don’t want to be stuck to one character. I think that’s what can happen when you take on a superhero movie. So every conversation I have with my agent is, “What have you got for me? What’s next? Who can I play?”

ZENDAYA: It’s cool you want to be a director. When I’m on set with you, you have a very director-like mind. You’re always coming up with ideas and being as involved as possible.

HOLLAND: I like directing because I like working with actors so much. I’d like to be a director who gives my actors complete freedom while collaborating with them to find performances.

ZENDAYA: We never had this in-depth of a conversation when we were on set.

HOLLAND: Ever.

ZENDAYA: Our conversations are …

HOLLAND: Childish.

ZENDAYA: What do you consider your biggest flaw and your greatest strength? That’s a very mature thing to know.

HOLLAND: My biggest flaw is probably my attention span or lack thereof. And while it might seem contradictory, my biggest strength is my work ethic. Like, on Spider-Man, I would just try to outwork everyone. That said, if you ask me to read a book, I just can’t get my brain to focus on it.

ZENDAYA: I feel like I know the answer to this, but what role in an iconic movie do you wish that you could have played?

HOLLAND: James Bond. Or maybe I’ll do Batman.

ZENDAYA: It would be a little unfair if you got to play Spider-Man, James Bond, and Batman, Tom.

HOLLAND: It would be so unfair. But life isn’t fair, Zendaya.

extra & sunshine

Summary:  Bugs freak Virgil out. A lot. Thankfully, he has Roman there to help. Word Count: 1,167 Tags: Prinxiety, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Oneshot

Warnings: Anxiety Attacks, Entomophobia 

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Virgil made sense sometimes, like when making sure Thomas avoided danger and set his alarm. However, this moment, was not one those—because for some reason Virgil had an irrational fear of bugs. One being near Virgil would make him freeze in place as he tried to track its motions to make sure it would leave the vicinity. However, a bug touching Virgil, for even just a second, would set him into a spiral of panic to hell. And it just so happened that one decided to land on his hand.

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Virgil was sitting on the sofa in Thomas’s living room, mindlessly scrolling through Tumblr on his phone, when Roman decided to walk in and play A Bug’s Life on the television. Virgil, trying to keep calm, said, “Hey, Princey, Roman, Disney-cyclopedia, light of my life, can you PLEASE turn on any other movie?”
Roman replied, “Oh come on Virgil, don’t be such a debby downer all the time. I don’t think we’ve watched this one together yet.” And with that, Roman pressed play. Virgil thought he could ignore it and just keep looking at his phone, but Roman kept nudging him to watch Roman’s favorite parts, of which there were umpteen. It was times like this that made Virgil wish he had made all of his fears public, no matter how much he thought the others would laugh at the fears’ silliness. Tentatively, Virgil looked up at the screen thinking he could handle seeing marching animated ants, while Roman squealed at how cute it all was. However, as soon as Virgil saw the ants, he whimpered and covered his eyes with his hands. Roman immediately knew what was happening to Virgil and mentally berated himself for not listening to him when he asked to watch a different movie.

“Hey it’s okay, I got you I’m switching the movie to Big Hero 6 right now,” Roman gently spoke as he scooched closer to Virgil and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Virgil pulled away and mumbled, “I don’t need your pity, I’m fine…”
Roman raised an eyebrow and questioned, “Do you want me to switch back to A Bug’s Life then?”
“NO!” Virgil exclaimed and looked apologetically to Roman, “I’m sorry, bugs just make me fell a bit antsy. It’s nothing,” He smirked before adding, “Pun intended.” Roman rolled his eyes. It always was hard for Virgil to talk about his problems without cracking a joke to make it seem lighter than it really was. But as long as there was no problem, they sat together and watched Big Hero 6. That is until a fly stopped to rest on Virgil’s hand.

Roman didn’t think anyone could scream that loud. Virgil’s eyes widened with fear and his breathing became erratic through his yells of, “Get it off!! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, get it off! Get it off!”
Roman gently brushed the fly off of Virgil’s hand and moved Virgil’s head so the two could face each other. “Sunshine, it’s okay. It’s gone. C’mon, can you breathe with me?” Virgil shook his head as tears threatened to spill and he leaned forward to hug Roman. Roman rubbed soothing circles in his back, and whispered, “Shh… It’s okay, everything’s okay, you’re safe, the bug is gone… Shh…” Roman kissed Virgil’s forehead, and kept repeating the comforting words until Virgil calmed down. Virgil moved away from the embrace and averted Roman’s gaze at his teary eyes. Filled with embarrassment, Virgil sank out of the living room and into his own room.

Virgil got a cup of water, and curled up on the sofa taking small sips. He screwed his eyes shut to shield himself away from the cobwebs and spider curtains. He could never face Roman again after what just happened. He was such an embarrassment, so pathetic, he couldn’t even handle a little bug touching him, he was weak and feeble and piteous… And his mind was now spiraling out of control with too many thoughts that were accompanied with uneven breathing for the second time that day. However, it was caused by different fear this time: social anxiety. The tears welling in Virgil’s eyes from before now cracked through his closed eyelids, and his hands were trembling so much that the cup fell out of his hands and the water was all over himself. He didn’t register it, though; all that was going through his mind was Can’t Breathe.  Screwed up. Thinking too fast. Can’t Breathe. I’m the worst. Can’t breathe. Why does Roman even bother with me? Thinking too fast. Can’t Breathe. CAN’T BREATHE. CAN’T BREATHE.
“You can do it, Virgil. Breathe in… 1, 2, 3, 4.”
Virgil whimpered and started shaking his head, he couldn’t stop his hyperventilating and now he was disappointing those whispers. I can’t do anything right…
You’re doing so good. Hold it… 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.”
He tried to close his mouth to hold his breath, but his lips were trembling and he kept the unsteady breathing through his nose.
“C’mon, almost there. Breathe out… 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.”
Virgil opened his mouth again, and surprisingly he was able to shakily let a breath out.
“See? You’re doing it. It’s okay. I got you. Everything’s fine. Now let’s do it again. Breathe in…” It took a few more rounds of the breathing exercise for Virgil to be able to breathe normally and register what had happened. He finally opened his eyes and was greeted with more light than he expected. After blinking a couple times to adjust his sight, Virgil found himself being held in Roman’s lap.
Virgil croaked, “Princey?”
“I’m here Virgil. I’ll always be here. You’re not embarrassing, and you’re not pathetic. You are so very brave,” Roman smiled, “As brave as a real knight, Sunshine.”
“I said all that out loud?”
“I came to your room after you sunk out, for I thought you’d be distraught. When I got there your eyes were closed so tightly it looked painful and you were mumbling incredibly fast. So I carried you and teleported us to the commons to help calm you down… Was that okay?”
Virgil sighed and nodded. “Sorry for freaking out so much today, it was stupid.”
“It can’t have been stupid if it caused you to freak out that much. Your feelings and your fears are valid, Virgil.”
Virgil softly smiled and laid his head on Roman’s shoulder. “Thanks, your extra-ness.” Roman chuckled. There was lighter air in both of their voices now even though Virgil seemed as though he was going to fall asleep any moment now from the exhaustion of the two anxiety attacks.
“Will you ever stop with the nicknames, Sunshine?”
“I’m still bitter that yours used to be so much better when we bickered.” Virgil yawned and slowly drifted off as he snuggled closer to Roman.
Roman ran his fingers through Virgil’s hair and airily whispered, “Good… because I won’t stop either, my love.”

one of those days

Angst for @rengenano ❤️

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It’s been one of those days.


One of those days thoughts of you trickle through the cracks.


I call into work.


I’d be no help to anyone today.


I don’t realize I’ve been crying until my pillow is wet.


My heart aches.


The blood it pumps through me is cold.


There’s no reason to leave the bed.


It smells like you.


I’ve washed the sheets so many times.


I threw away your pillow.


You’re still here.


I can still feel you behind me.


And hear you snore.


I can’t look in the mirror.


The freckles you traced with yours fingers.


The stars you claimed to see in my eyes.


I don’t worry about the smile you loved so much.


I haven’t seen that in months.


But the tattoo of your name below my collarbone.


It hurts more now than it did the day I got it.


The cat still looks for you.


I think I do too, even when I don’t realize it.


I can’t read today.


Or watch TV.


I can’t open my laptop.


There is nothing that doesn’t remind me of you.


I don’t dare touch myself.


Not anymore.


No matter how hard I try, I see your face when I come.


I see you, looking at me like you were memorizing my face.


Like YOU were the lucky one.


Like you loved me.


Oh, God, that’s what you said.


Over and over like a fucking mantra.


I love you.


I love you.


I love you.


And I believed you.


That’s the worst part.


Even now.


Eight months later.


There’s a part of me that only comes out on days like this.


It says you did.


It says you meant it each and every time.


But I don’t listen.


Because that part of me is a liar.


Just like you.


Years ago, it convinced me to let my guard down.


To be your friend.


To be more than your friend.


To let you into my heart when I was so adamant that you were going to break it.


And you did.


Millions of crystalline shards.


Like fiberglass.


Digging into my skin.


Under my eyelids.


Coating my throat.


Embedded in my lungs.


A constant, miserable, reminder of you.


And how I loved you.


God help me, I did.


Even when you ruined everything.


Not just our life together.


Not just the home we built.


But my favorite movie.


My favorite song.


My favorite part of the city.


Things I showed you.


Thing I shared with you.


But you left.


You FUCKING left.


And everything you touched.


Everything you saw.


Everything I shared with you.


Everything that made you smile.


Ruined.


I wish I could be mad.


I wish I could hate you.


And sometimes I tell myself I do.


But when I wake up from a nightmare, I reach for you in the dark.


But there’s nothing.


Just an empty space.


The size and shape of you.

One of many in this house.


I curl into a ball.


I try not to think about all the times you wrapped yourself around me, long limbs enveloping me completely.


I hurt everywhere.


I try not to think about how you would tirelessly massage any part of me with the slightest ache.


I close my eyes and wait for this to pass like it always did before.


But before was different.


Before, all I had to do was wait for you to come home.


You’d sit with me in the dark, running your cool fingers through my hair.


Down the nape of my neck.


Over any exposed skin.


You would assure me everything would be alright.


But it’s not.


Assure me that you’d be here.


Be with me.


But you’re not.


I take a picture of the cat.


Curled up where your pillow used to be.


I send it to you.


And get an error message.

Your phone, battery long dead, in the bottom drawer of the nightstand.


Exactly where it’s sat since the day of your funeral.


I hate these days.

Sometimes I see Cassian and it just hits me that he’s such a good character and I wish that dumbass star wars & co hadn’t killed him and his beautiful potential, like, I would have been in the theater opening day for 57 movies about him and they could have had my life savings, but no, lets make a Han Solo movie instead I GUESS.

i remember when i was 8 and i first saw cars in the theater.. all i wanted to see was a girl who raced like lightning so i could be just like her and i could compare myself to her and it just never really happened… now im 18 and they finally brought up a strong female character who races just like i wanted it to be when i was a kid. seriously representation matters so much when ur young its insane, im glad sum lil girls are gonna grow up seeing cruz and its gonna inspires them to achieve their dreams, its just makes me so happy. i wish i had a character like cruz to look at when i was eight.

Hello!  My name is Daniel Preciado but some call me Looney.  I’m 26 years young and I just wanted to thank you for even taking the time to read this.  
As of right now I’m currently residing at Clallam Bay Corrections Center.  I’m looking for a friend or two to help me through some of the tough times.  Prison can get very stressful, lonely, & dark when a person is left to do this time alone or has few connections to the outside.
I have a huge warm heart & I love to have fun.  I would hate to see this heart grow cold over time.  I was born & raised in Yakima WA.  I been through hell & back, & I thank God I’m still alive.  I’m not afraid to stand up for myself or my friends, & as a result they label me a gangster.
There are many things in this life I don’t like but nothing more than being lied to.  I keep it real at all costs & expect the same from those around me.  So please don’t hesitate to speak the truth or express whatever you have on your mind.  I am a big boy & I can handle the truth :) lol.
I like to stay both mentally & physically fit.  I also love music…it proves an escape & for a quick second I feel free.  I enjoy anything that catches my ear from 70s, 80s, oldies, rap, rock, etc.  My favorite author is James Rollins.  I am also into cinema and my favorite movies include Friday, Good Fellas, Thrillers, & Action/Adventure.
Well, I just wanted to thank you for hearing me out.  Prison tries to break you & it’s people like you who hep lift us up out of this environment & keep us stronger.  Sometimes in life you got to take chances & I hope you take a chance on me like wishing on a star.  I hope this finds you in good health & hope to hear from you soon.

Sincerely,

Daniel

Daniel Preciado #382958
Golf B-16
Clallam Bay Corrections Center
1830 Eagle Crest Way
Clallam Bay, WA 98326

PS: You can also e-mail me on Jpay.com.  Just make an account, search by state (WASHINGTON) and enter my DOC # (382958) and it will add me to your list and we can email back and forth.

I wish/ hope Star Wars would explore the Buddhist inflections of Jedi ideology wrt to attachment/non attachment more deeply because I’m tired of my eye twitching in irritation everytime I see those posts that go “but the Jedi are so stoooopid and CRUEL how could they not have attachments?????” sigh

  • what she says: i'm fine.
  • what she actually means: the book of life is an extremely underrated movie and needs more love asap. It has everything a good story needs. It's about growing up, has action, adventure, MUSIC, humour, romance, strong female and male characters. Hey also it will probably make you cry. Damn like it probably has the best god damn ot3 you'll ever have the pleasure of spending one hour and thirty five minutes with too??? Also did I mention its animation is fucking beautiful?

sanders1799  asked:

Ok i got a good one theres a school dance coming up and betty feels bad because no one asked her then sudenly she heres music coming from outside and who does she see in a suit with a radio next to him jughead

You got it!
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Putting her books back in her locker, Betty took a minute to wallow in self pity.

She looked in the tiny mirror she kept hung up in her locker

She was pretty, wasn’t she?

Her eyes were always bright, varying from green to blue depending on her mood. She had long blonde hair, boys liked blondes didn’t they?
And she knew she was in good shape, sure she didn’t look like Veronica or Cheryl, but she was athletic and she always made sure she looked presentable.

So maybe it was her personality.

She thought she was funny, I mean people laughed when she told a joke and she would do anything for anyone, she thought she was a good person but what did she know?

All she knew was, tonight was homecoming and she hadn’t been asked.

Peeking in the mirror one last time, she was suprised when she heard the familiar voice from behind her.

“Fixing your hair bets?”

Turning around she smiled

“Just.. reflecting juggie.”

He smirked pulling his headphones from his ears.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

She laughed

“Oh jug, you couldn’t afford me.” She tossed her ponytail and smiled, slamming her locker shut.

He rolled his eyes, matching her steps.

“Alright Beyoncé, now tell me what’s on your mind.”

She sighed

“Oh just your typical girl next door problems, no one asked me to the dance.” She laughed sadly switching her backpack to her other arm. “It’s really no big deal though, I have so much studying to do anyways.rdquo;

Jughead watched the way she avoided his eyes quickly switching topics.

Arriving at her house, jughead walked her to the door

“Malady”

She giggled,

“Ya know jughead, just once I wish my life could be like some cheesy eighties movie. I’ll see you tommorow ”

Jughead watched her walk into her house, before taking off and heading to his own home.

Betty deserved to be happy all the time, why no one but him saw this, was ridiculous.

No one had asked her to the dance? Why the hell not?

She was the perfect date, beautiful, smart, funny, what more could these idiotic boys ask.

Betty wanted an eighties movie romance?

She was gonna get an eighties movie romance.

*****

Placing the pink gel pen back into her messy bun, Betty stretched her long legs and flipped herself down onto her bed.

The gorgeous, peach dress was hanging on her closet door, mocking her as she sat in her bedroom wearing tiny gray cotton shorts and tight white tank top.

She threw her pillow at her closet, hitting the dress.

Suddenly, she heard the soft music of an old slow song coming through her bedroom window.

Walking slowly to the window, she peered out catching the crown shaped beanie.

Standing underneath her window was none other than Jughead jones, holding a speaker blasting a familiar slow song.

Looking damn good in a suit, smiling up at her.

“Jughead jones! What on earth are you doing?!”

He was laughing now

“Waiting for you to come on down here, don’t we have a dance to attend?”

“What?”

He smiles up at her.

“Get dressed, or don’t, I don’t care you can wear that if you want, you look nice.” He shrugged

“Okay, give me like ten minutes!”

Twenty minutes later, Betty came barreling down the stairs

Peach dress, golden shoes and her hair falling on her shoulders.

The best part of her outfit had to be her wide, bright and absolutely breathtaking smile.

“Are we really doing this?” She asked excitedly

“Were really doing this.”

She smiled even bigger, if possible

“Well alright then Romeo, sweep me off my feet.”

What jughead didn’t know was that he already had.