i write my thoughts

happiness lives
in a little room in my heart
and some days it
prefers the curtains drawn shut

(and i’ve learned that’s okay).

—  by shelby leigh

airydoorway  asked:

34, malec?

“It’s not like I missed you or anything.” (also requested by @anon ❤)

It’s more than an hour after Magnus first stepped out of the portal before Alec has the presence of mind to ask him about his trip. He’s a little embarrassed to be honest, how desperate he’d been as soon as he caught sight of his boyfriend walking into the command center of the institute. But Magnus had suddenly shown up a day early and Alec could swear he had somehow grown even more beautiful in the two weeks he’d been gone.

He couldn’t help himself.

“Well,” Magnus says in response to his question, stretching out languidly on Alec’s sheets like a satisfied cat. “If that’s the welcome home I get, I may need to take international jobs more often.”

Alec knows he’s teasing, but he still hears himself make an embarrassing sound of protest as he snuggles further into Magnus’s chest. It’s not quite as comfortable as it would be at the loft, but there’s something about having Magnus here at the institute that’s oddly gratifying even just from its inherent defiance.

“Do whatever you want,” he replies, aiming for a nonchalance that he knows he’s missing by a mile. He’s too distracted by the soothing thrum of Magnus’s heart beating underneath him. “It’s not like I missed you or anything.”

“Clearly,” Magnus agrees facetiously, running a gentle hand up Alec’s bicep, his smile easily evident in his voice. Alec huffs.

“Maybe I missed you a little,” he murmurs. Magnus tugs him up for another kiss and Alec goes easily. He hasn’t felt this relaxed in weeks. Not since the last time he was in Magnus’s arms.

“Okay,” Alec says when they part, “A lot. I missed you a lot.”

Magnus smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to Alec’s cheek that makes him lean into the touch even though there’s barely space between them.

“Well, I’m home now,” Magnus says.

“Not quite home yet,” Alec reminds him, voice tinged with a slight apology. “I definitely remember you telling me that these sheets are at least several hundred thread counts lower than the ones you have at home.”

Magnus’s smile goes soft. He reaches out and places his hand over Alec’s heart.

“This is my home,” he repeats, and Alec feels his heart beat quicken under Magnus’s palm.

“By the angel, I missed you,” Alec breathes out in a rush, pulling Magnus to him and stealing another kiss, the languid movement of their bodies offset by the still pounding beat of his heart.

Alec doesn’t make it to his patrol shift that evening, but he doesn’t spare it more than a passing thought. He’ll take whatever punishment is coming to him gladly if it means even a few more moments with Magnus, tucked away from the rest of the world, finally together again.

Finally home.

(dialogue prompts)

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Sam finally points out their height difference. 

Sam walked into the dusty motel room and sits next to Dean on the couch, “So I’ve been thinking…”

Dean put his beer down and looked at Sam “About what?”

“I may be the younger brother, but /you’re/ the little brother.”

Dean glares at Sam, “Screw you.”


This time I can’t
drop everything to help you,
pack the bags you’ve left under my eyes.
You’ve opened every box
in my home and made it yours.
Thief is your new name and
I can’t listen to your toxic words.
Empty beer cans live on the kitchen floor
from our last conversation.
I didn’t know it was so hard to talk
to your sister without a few drinks. More than a few.
Take your boxes, bags, and words
somewhere else You aren’t welcome
in a home where you distract yourself
with medication and technology.
I’m no longer small, you can’t tell me I don’t
understand anything. I’ve unloaded my love
in my home, where you aren’t.
There’s a difference between us.
When you blame Mom: I apologize for my mistakes;
when you take medication I write;
when you drink I sleep.
I’ve built myself up higher than you,
hold my parents close, push temptations away.
You need me more than I need you.
Take a Xanax, drink for awhile,
gossip on Facebook about how crazy your family
is. Pick up a mirror, won’t you? Take a look
at your blurry eyes.

- M.C.

Seeing the situation as a whole
She liked stepping out of line and playing games
He enjoyed basking in enthusiasm and his booming voice
He was, “loud and angry,” she had told him
“Sow you mouth shut or I’ll do it for you
Tie you up like a Christmas bow”
Although he didn't feel like she was ever giving
More of the type to receive and mold those around her
As if he were in her game of chess
He was a pawn for her to knock over when needed
She was never a fair player
He foughts battles against angry giants and fire breathing dragons
Conquering every obstacle she threw his way
He was never one to give into the manipulative schemes
Instead he sold his mind to his work and others happiness
With enough encouragement to out shine the Sun
He was a flaming ball of pent up energy
She was a darkening black hole
No matter how much she darkened his world
He illuminated through the shadows
Showing others that through the gloom
There will always be the light
—  The People I Work With (via I.N.T.)
What sucks is to watch yourself slowly fall back into old habits that you’ve tried a million times to break. It’s like every time I find myself climbing out of this deep hole, I slip right back in. Why am I such a failure?
What if...

“Plagg, claws out.”

“Huh? Wait, Adrieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee—!”


He’s so tired. So dead tired.

He’s so tired that he can barely function.

Still, as the model Agreste son, he has to make sure to uphold his image, just as his father taught him.

So he straightens his back and adjusts the strap of his backpack against his shoulder, and enters the classroom.

His classmates are all quiet but he doesn’t mind. He’s too sleepy to care.

He stifles a yawn and takes his seat next to Nino, giving him a casual, “hey.”

“Uhh?” Nino responds blankly.

Huh, he must be sleepy too. What a true bro.

He turns around to greet Marinette and Alya.

Alya is gaping and has her hand out like she’s texting on her phone. But her phone seems to have fallen on her desk.

Marinette is staring at him like he’d grown fifty-seven heads and laid an egg.

Seems just like usual then.

“Good morning,” he says to them, hoping the smile he offers them doesn’t look too tired.

Marinette’s eyes widen like he just sprouted an additional fifty-eighth head.

He has no energy to contemplate that so he turns around and lays his head on his desk, hoping to catch a few Z’s before roll-call.

And it’s roll-call that wakes him only a few minutes later.

“Adrien Agreste,” the voice of Miss Bustier calls out.

So he raises his hand and says—

And then he is jolted awake when Marinette starts screaming from behind him.

What if… Adrien was so sleepy that he just walks into class as Chat Noir?

Marichat May (What If…)

it is my biggest fear
that I will
leave this earth
without achieving
something great,

traveling miles
across the world
ever leaving a

—  fears by shelby leigh

They say if you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it’s yours.

Well I’ve been coming back to you every single time, but you still insist on letting me go.

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #28 // @loveactivist
After meeting you I just don’t think there will be any other. A part of me will never be whole again. I picked up your habits, good and bad. Phrases you said became a part of me and I find myself using them in sentences. I memorized the lyrics of all your favorite songs and I catch myself singing them randomly. I smell of your scent every once in a while and I cannot help but wonder where you are, and if you are thinking of me as well. I close my eyes and all I see is you. You are in every part of me, consuming me.

Everyone thinks they know everyone around here
So many people think they understand me

I guess in a sense they do
But no one, not even my family

Has ever had the patience to let me explain exactly how I think
Exactly why I do what I do

Why I want to leave this place and be surrounded by people who don’t know me
And don’t pretend to know me

when you write about him
that ink is permanent

and he doesn’t deserve
to live on forever
in your words.

—  eternal words by shelby leigh

I hate those nights when you just lay in bed crying. And you’ll stare at your phone, looking through it trying to find something that’s gonna cheer you up. Because you’re so sick of crying.

But the nights that I hate the most… Are the ones when you cry, and cry, and cry, and keep crying until you get choked up.

You get so choked up that you can’t even breathe.

Yet, even after all the messy crying. You’re left with a pain in your chest, and there’s this fire in you.

There’s a rage that’s inside, so even after all the crying.

The feeling is still there.

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #17 // @loveactivist

Don’t ever fall in love with someone that cannot be yours. I promise you, it’s better that way.

Because if you do, it’ll consume you, devour you to the point where you can’t breathe.

It’s heartbreaking, knowing that person will never belong to you.

But what hurts the most is…

Watching them love someone else that isn’t you.

—  S.V//@Sempiternal.poet on Instagram
Quote from an unwritten story that needs to be written soon.
Please don’t die.
Not while
I’m still breathing.
Not while
My heart’s still beating.
We are strangers for now.
But maybe…
One day
Things will change.
One day
We will
Go back to how
Things used
To be.
Back to when
Things were simpler.
Whether it’s in a year
Or ten…
I will wait for you.
We have so much
More to do together.
I will be patient for you.
We have so much
More to live for.
You are too young
To die at an early age.
You will not live your life
To the fullest,
Until you live a life
With me.
—  We Need More Time
I don’t love you because I think you’re perfect, I’m not that naive. I know no one is perfect, but you’ve become perfection in my eyes because of how much my love for you has grown. It’s growing even still.
—  K.N.B.