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you know how some people having resting bitch face? i have resting dissociation face. people ask me on the reg if i am like okay or dying or what because my neutral expression is just a vacant stare with a hint of existential dread

Okay but can you imagine s3 through Sana’s eyes? Like how wild must it have been for her to become besties with her bio bro and then to watch him end up falling in love with her actual bro’s ex bestie who used to come to her house and eat her mums cooking like ????

I am dying right now. 

she probably ships them harder than Magnus like

what a plot twist

I PONDER OF SOMETHING TERRIFYING CAUSE THIS TIME THERE'S NO SOUND TO HIDE BEHIND I FIND OVER THE COURSE OF OUR HUMAN EXISTENCE ONE THING CONSISTS OF CONSISTENCE AND IT'S THAT WE'RE ALL BATTLING FEAR OH DEAR I DON'T KNOW IF WE KNOW WHY WE'RE HERE OH MY TOO DEEP PLEASE STOP THINKING I LIKED IT BETTER WHEN MY CAR HAD SOUND THERE ARE THINGS WE CAN DO BUT FROM THE THINGS THAT WORK THERE ARE ONLY TWO AND FROM THE TWO THAT WE CHOOSE TO DO PEACE WILL WIN AND FEAR WILL LOSE THERE'S FAITH AND THERE'S SLEEP WE NEED TO PICK ONE PLEASE BECAUSE FAITH IS TO BE AWAKE AND TO BE AWAKE IS FOR US TO THINK AND FOR US TO THINK IS TO BE ALIVE AND I WILL TRY WITH EVERY RHYME TO COME ACROSS LIKE I AM DYING TO LET YOU KNOW YOU NEED TO TRY TO THINK I HAVE THESE THOUGHTS SO OFTEN I OUGHT TO REPLACE THAT SLOT WITH WHAT I ONCE BOUGHT CAUSE SOMEBODY STOLE MY CAR RADIO AND NOW I JUST SIT IN SILENCE

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Alex + Magnus things
  • It’s a well known fact that Magnus can be an absolute idiot sometimes, so he literally ignores his giant crush on Alex until it makes life impossible to live with. 
    • Like, he’ll walk into a room, see Alex, and promptly walk out. 
    • He’s watched Alex fight and forgotten that he’s a part of the team, too, and gotten all his teammates killed. 
    • He also asked Alex to “help him make a vase for his cousin.” Yeah, sure, Magnus. Make a vase for your cousin. Like that’s not a thinly-veiled “SPEND TIME WITH ME PLEASE”. 
  • Anyway, one day he’s sitting in the library or something and Halfborn, Mallory, and TJ sit down and are like, “Magnus, we need to talk.”
  • Sam’s there, too. Just, she’s pretending to mind her own business.
  • Anyway, “Magnus, we need to talk,” happens. And all of them are like, “Go ask Alex out. You’re killing us here. LITERALLY.”
  • And Magnus is like, “What? Me? Have a crush? IMPOSSIBLE.”
  • And Mallory’s like, “I am not dying for this one more time. Do you know how hard it is to get rid of the headaches caused by arrows in the eye? I didn’t think so!”
  • So Magnus loses and “has to” ask Alex out. 
  • So he walks up to Alex, who is sitting in her room doing pottery, as usual, and is like, “DoyouwanttogooutonadatewithmebeforetheworldendsorsomethingbecausemyfriendsthinkI’mliterallykillingthembywatchingyoufightandnotlookingwhereI’mpointingmyswordandIkindofthinkthiswouldbeforthebenefitoftheNineRealmsorsomething.”
  • Alex is obviously confused. What the hell? Was that even English? It didn’t sound like Old Norse.
  • And because Alex pretty much says whatever comes to mind, what comes out of her mouth is, “Was that English?”
  • So Magnus has to slow down and repeat everything again.
  • Cue the appearance of Sugar Glider Alex, who comes up when Alex gets nervous. 
  • And Magnus is like, “Wave your tail once for yes, twice for no, like a seance.”
    • Alex turns back into Human Alex and gives him the best “What the fuck is wrong with you?” face she can possibly muster. Obviously it’s a yes, the question was just a little sudden.
  • And so Magnus spends the next week stressing about what he’s going to wear and where he and Alex should go, and “Are first dates ice skating and holding hands or sledding and knocking each other into the dirt?”
    • Mallory: “It’s summer, idiot.”
    • TJ: “I don’t think Alex ice skates.”
    • Halfborn: “There’s dragons on Thursdays!”
  • Magnus and Alex end up going hiking, because both of them like hiking. And then they end up at Hearth and Blitz’s place for a movie. Kind of like a double date with Magnus’ adoptive parents but… not?
  • Alex and Hearth get along really well. Alex asks Hearth to teach him how to swear in ASL, and Hearth is more than happy to oblige. Blitz and Magnus then make it a competition: Who can come up with the most outrageous sentence in ASL?
    • Hearth. Hearth can. No question. Hearth is the master of sentences that should never see the light of day. And he thrives on the light of day. 
    • But Alex’s sentence isn’t bad. It’s definitely not something you’d say in front of polite company. Or company at all. 
  • Magnus walks Alex back to his room, because that’s the sort of thing you’re supposed to do on a date, right?
    • Wrong. Alex turns right around and walks Magnus back to his door. Because he honestly doesn’t think Magnus won’t fall over his own two feet or get hit by a dragon. (See, Magnus? When you act like an idiot for weeks, everyone starts thinking you’re a disaster waiting to happen!)
  • And then there’s the whole bit of whether or not they should kiss at the door, because it’s just a first date and all that. 
    • Alex decides yes. Magnus decides yes, too. 
  • TJ, Mallory, Halfborn, and Sam have all gathered in the hall and are exchanging bets. 
    • Magnus slams the door in all of their faces and Alex has the last laugh when Halfborn trips on his way back to his room, taking Mallory, TJ, and Sam down with him. 

look, I get that it’s summer and all but can the sun just like…chill…for half a second? It’s so hot outside that I can feel my soul melting out of my shoes onto the sidewalk while the rest of me bakes in the inferno known as This Season….like I get that the sun Brings Life and photosynthesis and all that crud but just like I am Dying in the Heat because of this frickin Inconvenience​ Orb that just LOITERS IN THE SKY meanwhile my skin is burning and my crops are dying

“I’m thinking that I look at you and I feel like I am dying. Like I can’t breathe. I’m thinking that I want you so badly I can’t concentrate half the time I’m around you, and this room is too small for me to properly bed you. Especially with the wings.”

//I’m pretty sure I died while reading this or maybe spontaneously combusted.//

ok so the guy i’m currently seeing is a wonderful man who supports every single thing i do and makes sure there’s benefits to every decision i make.
we sat down and made a vision board as well as a monthly goal plan
i’ve never met someone so invested in me and i haven’t even known him for a month which is crazy to me
BUUUUUT this nigga only wants to fuck when we both accomplish a (realistic) goal
i. am. dying 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

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So i just started reading Blood Bank and i am like dying on the inside. I am like the girl from Kiss Him! Not Me and my heart just can’t take much more of these painful love. You can clearly see One loves Overlord Shell because he starts crying in part 21 or 20, somewhere around that area, when he starts beating him and Shell over there is loving it like a psychopathy and it reminds me of  Azusa from Diabolik lovers. Kaylee knows what i am talking about.

anonymous asked:

OK so a few questions for your brilliant dark amazing mind. 1 is donna smoak going to make an appearance 2 is thea alive and if so will she make an appearance and 3 when are u going to update I am slowly dying here like really 😭😭💓💓💓❤❤❤

(I’m assuming you mean in The Predator)

1. Is Donna making an appearance? Not really. 

2. Is Thea alive? That’s the question, isn’t it?

3. When am I updating? Soon.

when i think of you my heart always climbs into my throat

for caroline and lucie, because i love them both


James, I say, tell me something good. We are lying on the floor of your bedroom. The ceiling looks like it’s cloaked in stars and I can hear you breathing next to me. I am scared. I am scared because this morning Remus dropped his spoon while he was reading the Prophet because three more people have disappeared. I am scared because you are next to me in the darkness and your hand is inches from mine. I am scared because my heart is missing in this mess and I think you may have stolen it. Well, you say, I am lying in the dark with a pretty girl, and I roll over and punch you.

How did this happen to me? I wonder. You are making me laugh in Transfiguration and I am doodling in the margin of your textbook. I used to dream about your blood being in my mouth but I haven’t slept in a month because I keep tracing your name in the darkness. I remember every single time you’ve touched me, last week in the Great Hall, yesterday at Hogsmeade, today, your knee is touching mine under the table. Your fingerprints are written all over me like ink, and I want to feel your stained hands on my paper-thin skin. I’m always looking for excuses to be close to you.

You’re doing that thing again where you stretch in class and your shirt rides up your torso. I have to tear my gaze away from your lower abdomen and your back muscles that are feathering with corded veins. Something bothering you, Evans? you ask me, and I want to say yes, yes, James, you’re bothering me. But I don’t say anything, smirking into the back of my hand as I scribble down an answer to Flitwick’s question. Remus nudges my side and Sirius is grinning at me, but I ignore them. The glint in your eyes is distracting me, anyway. The wiring in my head is similar to blown fuses. I’m overrun and overwired and I can never concentrate when I’m around you anymore.

Come with me, you say, dragging me down through the corridors. Everything is bleak and uninviting until I hold your hand. The sky is blanketed in grey and the only light in the world are the watery flames of candles and the light laced in your smile. Potter, I ask you, where are we going? Your fingers are looped messily through mine, like string tied around my knuckles. We screech as we run down over the grass, and you slam me up against a pine tree. For a second I think you are going to kiss me, wild eyes and unsteady breathing and beating hearts. But then you say, wait here, and I sit down on the bank of the lake while you pace over rocks, whispering incantations into the skies. Then we’re side by side in the tree line, and the sky breaks open. You got rid of the clouds for me. It feels like we’re stepping into the sun.

My satchel is laden with books as I trudge back from the library. Something sits, waiting, seething. Five Slytherins step in front of me and they are all taller than I am. There is a charge running along my shoulder blades and my hand twists my wand in my pocket. I am not scared, I tell myself. But I am. I am very scared, because Avery is looking at me like he wants to break open my skull and pick apart the contents. Shouldn’t you be in bed by now, Evans? he jeers, snarling. Shouldn’t you be in Azkaban? I retort. He smiles. My hand is shaking. Someone grabs me from behind and I am drowning. I can hear laughing and there are fissures cracking along my spine. My wrist feels shattered where curses break from it. There are five of them. I feel like I am dying. And then someone is wrenching an immovable weight off my heart and flinging Avery into a wall and dragging me into his side. Four of them fall into the ground. I cannot calm down. The light from my wand is static where it hits Rosier in the chest. There is blood running down my face. I can taste it. Lily, you takes my face in your hands, Lily, Lily, Lily, oh my God, are you OK? I think on this for a moment. No, I say, and pass out in your arms.

Everything is sweet and heady and too much for me. I can’t be in the same room as you anymore. I also can’t be away from you for more than five minutes. Sirius makes a sign that spells sexual tension in big block letters and starts holding it up whenever we look at each other. I think I may have to kill him. Remus and I hide his record player in Greenhouse 1. He goes ballistic when he finds out. You’re a fuckface, Evans, he tells me. Don’t be such a sore loser, Black, I say. You are laughing. I want you to stop, because it feels like I’m going to implode. I want you to stop, because I know that I’d bathe in the sound if I could.

You’re shoving my arm when we’re walking down the hallway. Did I just see you smile, Evans? you ask me. Not a chance, I lie, because you’ve made me smile every day for the past year. There’s probably a burn on my bicep where you touched me. You need to stop touching me. There’s no guarantee that I won’t drag you into the broom closet on the Fifth Floor if you don’t. Lily, you say. I turn to look at you. The stone wall is crumbling and dank where I brush past it. There’s something wild swimming in your irises. James? my voice is tentative. It doesn’t sound like my own. You aren’t talking. James, I say again. You’ve backed me into a corner. Suddenly there’s a reel playing in my head of every single point that’s led to this. Your fingers looping messily around my wrist. Your hands either side of my head. Your hips framing mine. Oh, no, I think, this is now. Because your lips are on mine and your eyelashes are tickling my cheek and my heart is falling out of my mouth. I can barely breathe because your teeth are digging into my lower lip and you taste like mint chapstick. I may have said the last bit out loud. You taste like sunshine, you counter. How do you know? I whisper. You smile at me. Because I do.

I’m sober and you’re beautiful. I’m drunk and you’re still beautiful but I feel like I am dying so forgive me. I cannot write with these fumbling fingers, I can barely lift the flask. and I’m playing flatsound so loudly I can’t hear myself think. I don’t want to hear myself think.

I asked you if you thought I could heal
you said no and I said okay

When Words Have No Meaning

(A deaf Au from my own post Deaf Marinette. Yeah, I wrote this while having ZERO sleep so if there are mistakes I am sorry but I am too tired to proof read this a third time… Leave a comment, message, ask, fan mail me what you think. )

Marinette was looking everywhere for her best friend. They were supposed to get started on a project that they were assigned with. It was due in two days and Marinette would prefer to have it done before there was another akuma attack. 

She walked past the library and towards the music room, checking inside, only to see the blonde sitting at the piano. Although he wasn’t the person she was looking for, the blonde was a welcomed surprise. Marinette watched him play for a moment, committing the scene to memory. 

His eyes were focused on his fingers, softly pressing the keys. It was like watching two people have a conversation, Adrien would press the key and the piano would reply. This would make it the third time Marinette had caught him playing piano and every time he would have this content look in his eyes. But he was sad at the same time… It was like he was remembering a happy memory, but he could no longer go back to that time or place when the memory occurred.

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the functions as twenty one pilots lyrics

I may be slightly obsessed, yea. 

Si:  Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young/ How come I’m never able to identify where it’s coming from?

Ni: Is it time to move our feet to an introspective beat?/ It ain’t the speakers that bump hearts/ It’s our hearts that make the beat

Ti:  Faith is to be awake/ And to be awake is for us to think/ And for us to think is to be alive/ And I will try with every rhyme to come across like I am dying/ To let you know you need to try to think

Fi:  Polarize is taking your disguises/ Separating them, splitting them up from wrong and right/ It’s deciding where to die and deciding where to fight

Se:  So bold and fearless in the risks we take/ Laugh in the face of gravity as it’s laws we’d break

Ne: You are surrounding all my surroundings/ Twisting the kaleidoscope behind both of my eyes

Te: Tie a noose around your mind, loose enough to breathe fine/ And tie it to a tree, tell it, “You belong to me/ This ain’t a noose, this is a leash/ And I have news for you: you must obey me.”

Fe: Down in the forest, we’ll sing a chorus/ One that everybody knows / Hands held higher, we’ll be on fire/ Singing songs that nobody wrote 

What’s so weird is when you realize you don’t care about something you spent years being obsessed with, it’s like am I just growing older or am I dying inside???

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like I  am so happy with the new season of Natsume Yuujinchou!!! 2 episodes and I am dying. like the animation deserves a reward or something! even my sister who could care less about the anime I watch says its really pretty ^^

even if you could care less about the series it’s still a must watch for just the animation alone!

their doing stories I was dying to see animated!! there still keeping the stories everybody loves!!!  I really excited to see more of it. (and waiting for people to upload the OP and ED of it, cause those alone take your breath away!!!)

I swear to GAWD, I don’t understand how people have been able to watch Skam with English subtitles without downloading….but I freaking cannot find Versailles! Like, I am fucking dying over here! Everyone is over here like,”Download this torrent. Upload VLC!” And, that is wonderful if you know how to do it, but I fucking don’t. Plus, my computer has about 30 gb hard drive, so I am not really able to download much. So, like….any ideas would be wonderful! I am not trying to be rude, I swear. There are many wonderful bloggers who I have seen tell us where we can watch it, but it all comes down to downloading. And, I unfortunately cannot. 

anonymous asked:

i am seriously dying. like, dying. i need to see chloe's reaction to that voicemail, stat. that is my main concern right now. and then, of course, WINGS.

I’m too much of a garbage fire right now to know which reaction I want more out of her: concerned, flattered, I doNT KNOW. MY MIND IS IN COMPLETE FREAK OUT RIGHT NOW. WHAT IS GOING ON AND WHY DO WE HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL SEPTEMBER?

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