i would run too


concept: a self-indulgent outrageous 80s au where sidon is a hot lifeguard and link is a babe that likes jazzercise

Honestly? Jin and Jimin are /adults/. They’re not catty teenage girls going behind each others backs and insulting each other, this was a part of a /game/, where the point is to roast someone basically.

Obviously, no one is trying to say that the statement that Jin made was okay or not uncalled for in any way (it personally made me cringe, and yeah, I’d rather it not have been said). But to criticize those kinds of statements means you should criticize them when they’re being used against anyone, including the /countless/ times they were used against other members i.e. Jin.

Going back to the adult thing, Jin and Jimin work and live together, and have for almost 5+ years. All of the boys are very close, and if there is an issue, I am sure at this point they are mature enough to address it with one another and talk it out.


WELLLLLlll okay it’s not a shirt, but only because the original image itself was an odd dimension size and a bit too small and resizing it would have made it blurry when printing on a shirt. BUT when I get a bit of free time (pffttttcute Xedra, ‘free time’) I want to remake the image to be of a high enough resolution to print on a shirt. :D

But I do love me some mugs, so I’m more than pleased as punch right now. A mighty thirst indeed ahuhuhuh~ :D Thanks so much, @asrielisdeadandfloweyisabitch <3

  • Anakin: You and Satine have a history.
  • Obi-Wan: An extended mission when I was younger. Master Qui-Gon and I spent a year on Mandalore protecting the duchess from insurgents who had threatened her world.
  • Obi-Wan: They sent bounty hunters after us. We were always on the run, living hand-to-mouth, never sure what the next day would bring.
  • Anakin: Sounds romantic.
  • Obi-Wan:
  • Obi-Wan: Anakin, I love you, but there is something very wrong with your brain.
Florence + The Machine

Florence + the Machine  |  Mother  |  How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful

How I long for the autumn
The sun keeps burning deep
Every stone in this city keeps reminding me
Can you protect me from what I want?
The love I let in, it left me so lost 

Forgive me, Mother, for I have sinned – I have sped up and illegally uploaded this most beautiful of all songs ever written.

my favorite lyrics from every dear evan hansen song

anybody have a map?: “i’m kinda coming up empty, can’t find my way to you” // “’cause the scary truth is i’m flying blind and i’m making this up as i go” 

waving through a window: “give them no reason to stare, no slipping up if you slip away” // “on the outside, always looking in, will i ever be more than i’ve always been?” // “can anybody see? is anybody waving back at me?” // “when you’re falling in a forest, and there’s nobody around, do you ever really crash or even make a sound? did i even make a sound? it’s like i never made a sound, will i ever make a sound?”

for forever: “all we see is sky for forever, let the world pass by for forever, feels like we could go on for forever this way” // “and i see him coming to get me, he’s coming to get me, and everything’s okay”

sincerely, me: “kiNKY”

requiem: “cause when the villians fall, the kingdoms never weep” // “after all you put me through, don’t say it wasn’t true, cause you were not the monster that i knew”

if i could tell her: “but we’re a million worlds apart, and i don’t know how i would even start” // “but what do you do when there’s this great divide, and what do you do when the distance is too wide”

disappear: “If you never get around to doing some remarkable thing, that doesn’t mean that you’re not worth remembering” // “no one deserves to be forgotten, no one deserves to fade away” // “no one should flicker out or have any doubt that it matters that they aren’t here”

you will be found: “have you ever felt like you could disappear, like you could fall and no one would hear” // “maybe there’s a reason to believe you’ll be okay” // “even when the dark comes crashing through, when you need a friend to carry you, when you’re broken and on the ground, you will be found” // “if you only say the word, across the silence, your voice is heard”

to break in a glove: “it takes a little patience, it takes a little time, a little perseverance, a little uphill climb” // “you do the hard thing, and that’s the right thing”

only us: “i don’t need you to sell me on reasons to want you, i don’t need you to search for the proof that i should” // “and the rest of the world falls away” // “if you like me for me and nothing else, well, that’s all that i’ve wanted for longer that you could possibly know”

good for you: “are they giving you a world i could never provide” // “and you play who you need to play, and if somebody’s in your way, crush them and leave them behind” // “stop it, stop it, just let me out!” // “so you got what you always wanted”

words fail: “no, i’d rather pretend i’m something better than these broken parts, pretend I’m something other than this mess that i am, ‘cause then i don’t have to look at it” // “'cause what if everyone saw? what if everyone knew?would they like what they saw? or would they hate it too?” // “all i ever do is run, so how do i step in… step into the sun?”

so big/so small: “and i knew there would be moments that i’d miss, and i knew
there would be space i couldn’t fill, and i knew i’d come up short a million different ways, and i did, and i do, and i will” // “your mom isn’t going anywhere
your mom will stay right here, no matter what”

finale: because today, today at least you’re you and, that’s enough” // “all I see is sky for forever”

The Lullaby Singer - Chapter 16 - TheOtherOdinson
By Organization for Transformative Works

Odin hasn’t left Asgard in over a thousand years. When he finds out Loki is still alive and preparing to launch an attack on Midgard, he could send Thor to stop him.

Or Odin could go himself.

  • (@takemeflying here hullo)
  • Professor McGonagall: James you were supposed to turn the toad into a button not a firecracker
  • James: But then my Transfiguration skills wouldn't be explosively good
  • Professor McGonagall:
  • James:
  • Professor McGonagall:
  • James:
  • Professor McGonagall: get out

I wrote a thing.

Does anyone want to read a thing? If you do here it is. I haven’t written fiction in more years than I can count and I am definitely a bit rusty so I would love some constructive feedback!  Its a one shot from Jamie’s POV (Though I might have a go at writing it from Claire’s POV as well at some point). 

He looked at her. The light streamed through the gap where the curtains didn’t quite meet and illuminated her pale skin giving it a luminescence that made her look like she was crafted from the sunlight itself.

He was in love with her. That much he knew. He was in love with her and had been from the very moment he set eyes on her across that room. The riot of curls that she brushed impatiently from her face with an unthinking gesture, the strange whiskey coloured eyes that reminded him of a big cat, at once both wary and possessing of an intensity that took the breath from his body. She was quite simply beautiful and all the more so for the fact that she seemed entirely self possessed.

Had he really only met her 24 hours ago? Had it really only been one solitary day since his life was irrevocably changed? A day that had started like any other. A trip to the office, some off site meetings. A lunch that got cancelled. Oh, but thanks be to God that the lunch had been cancelled.


He set down his phone debating whether or not to leave and go for his usual sandwich in the park. He spent all day inside and considered any day that was fine enough to eat al fresco to be an opportunity not to be wasted. In Scotland they were few and far between. He looked up from gathering his belongings just as the door swung open and she was there. She. Was There.

He knew he was staring and he tried very hard to stop but somehow he could not tear his eyes from her face. He couldn’t have told you what she had been wearing but he could have described the dusting of freckles across her cheeks, or the curve of her lip where it formed a perfect cupid’s bow or the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders like the water of a highland burn at once silver and red and golden in the light. He could have written sonnets about these things in this moment, but tear his eyes from her face? No, that he could not seem to be able to do.

She was looking back at him and he vaguely wondered if his mouth was open. She smiled knowingly at him as she was seated at the table directly next to his. He smiled back. Or at least that’s what he hoped happened. That or he simply bared his teeth at her. She didn’t look alarmed though. Quite the opposite. She was looking at him too now. Looking at him with an expression that he was almost certain was mirrored by his own. She looked at him like she knew him and at that moment he was certain that she did.

Slowly, he came back to himself. And he smiled. A real smile this time. She returned the smile and leaned towards him.

“Claire’ she stated simply holding out her hand. ‘Jamie’ was his reply as he took it. Her hand was warm and soft and he fought the urge to lift it to his lips.


Her lips were on his, soft and hot and he moaned at the feeling of them. His tongue sought hers as his hands caught her hair. She sighed against him and pressed her body closer pushing her hips against his. He pushed her back against the wall returning the pressure of her body.


His hands shook with the intensity of his want. Physical want, yes, there was that. He wanted to possess this woman’s body. He wanted to bring her to shuddering submission beneath him. But it was more than that. He wanted to know her. To possess her secrets, to know her mind and her soul. He wanted her to know him. To possess him, to make him her own.

“Mo Nighean Donn”

They were pulling at each other’s clothes now. Buttons rolled across the wooden floor as they were torn from his shirt. Her dress was pooled around her ankles as she stood there now in only her pants. His trousers were halfway down his thighs. He could take her now, here against the wall of the hallway and my god, he wanted to. But no. He would not. He wanted more than that. He wanted to worship her, do service to her. He wanted to love her. With more effort than he knew was possible he pulled back. She stood there looking at him. Hair tousled, breath coming heavy, wearing only a pair of yellow pants.She was glorious.  Golden eyes met blue and she smiled and held out her hand to him once more. This time he took it and buried his lips in her wrist. And then he led her down the hall, into his bedroom and into his soul.


They had left the restaurant and simply strolled around the city. They chatted about their lives, sat outside cafes and made up elaborate back stories for passers by. He was bowled over by her wit and her humour. She was, to him entirely perfect. More than once he discreetly pinched himself. Surely he was dreaming.

All good things must come to an end and that was especially true of the Scottish weather. As they meandered the lamplight flooded streets of Edinburgh there was a gentle patter against the paved street, a patter that turned to a drumbeat and the skies opened and the cool summer rain began to fall. She turned to him laughing and took his hand as they ran down the road towards sanctuary. She stopped just short of the pub they were headed for and turned to him, the streetlamps turning her eyes from the soft gold of a smooth whiskey into a tigerish yellow. She ran her fingers down his jaw and his breathe caught at the intimacy of the contact, at the closeness of her body to his. She stood up on tiptoes and brought her lips gently to his. His world ended and was born again as she kissed him in the rain.


He laid her down, almost reverentially, on the bed. He kissed her deep and as he pushed into her, her back arched. He dipped his head to her breast and ran his tongue along it as she gasped beneath him. Her fingers wrapped around the curls at the base his neck as she rocked herself against him, meeting his body with every thrust. Onwards and onwards they drove each other, their moans lost as their lips met again and again until at last they shattered together, the pieces of one indistinguishable from the pieces of the other.


He watched the light shine on her. The curves of her hips like the curves of the mountains and hills. He smiled to himself. It was an apt description. There was something elemental about her, other worldly. How else could feel this way about her so soon?  He had had had other women in his bed before but none had shaken him to his very foundation. Never before would he have been able to believe that a chance meeting and an afternoon of playing truant in the city could have caused such a fundamental shift.

Lost in his revery he did not notice as she stirred and turned towards him. She smiled sleepily as he fingers traced the shape of his bicep and up across his chest. He reached towards her and pushed her curls from her face.

‘I love you’

The words escaped his lips before they had even fully formed in his mind and for a moment he felt panic. It was too fast. Too soon. She would run now.

‘I love you too’

And her lips met his and he was home.

The End.

I never meant to make it such a mess
I never thought that it would go this far
So I just stand here sorry
Searching for something to say
Something to say

Words fail, words fail
There’s nothing I can say

I guess I thought I could be part of this
I never had this kind of thing before
I never had that perfect girl
who somehow could see the good part of me
And I never had the dad who stuck it out
No corny jokes or baseball gloves
No mom who just was there
‘Cause mom was all that she had to be

That’s not a worthy explanation
I know there is nothing
Nothing can make sense of all these things I’ve done

Words fail, words fail
There’s nothing I can say
Except sometimes you see everything you wanted
And sometimes you see everything you wish you had
It’s right there, right there, right there
In front of you
And you want to believe it’s true
So you make it true
And you think maybe everybody wants it
And needs it a little bit too

This was just a sad invention
It wasn’t real, I know
But we were happy
I guess I couldn’t let that go
I guess I couldn’t give that up
I guess I wanted to believe it
‘Cause if I just believe
Then I don’t have to see what’s really there

No, I’d rather pretend I’m something better than
These broken parts
Pretend I’m something other than this
Mess that I am
‘Cause then I don’t have to look at it
And no one gets to look at it
No one can really see

‘Cause I’ve learned to slam on the brake
Before I even turn the key
Before I make a mistake
Before I lead with the worst of me
I never let them see the worst of me

‘Cause what if everyone saw?
What if everyone knew?
Would they like what they saw?
Or would they hate it too?
Will I just keep running away from what’s true?

All I ever do is run
So how do I step in
Step into the sun
Step into the sun?