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songs u suggested and now i feel nostalgic

here’s the songs u angels suggested that made me feel nostalgic!

glass animals - cocoa hooves
geoffrey - got me all tired
yuck - suicide policeman
jbm- winter ghosts
glass animals - poplar st
song about nothing - huffamoose
vanilla twilight - owl city
ill be - edwin mccain

and the songs i stumbled across and made me feel nostalgic

train - drive by and 50 ways to say goodbye
owl city - fireflies
the band perry - if i die young

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anonymous asked:

Hey there...I love your Hilarious reylo comic strips nyahaha theyre funny really... if ever you're gonna draw more can I ask a comic strip about Rey forcing Kylo to eat Broccoli. Im actually at this resto and Im looking at this couple, the woman is forcing this broccoli on her man and says he has to eat vegies for some time too and quit eating instant ramen, the man is holding up tho i dont kno how long since the woman is putting all her might to shove that forkful of broc on his mouth.

“Rey shoving forkful of broc on Kylo’s mouth”. Anon, you know my aesthetic.

Somewhere in Ach-to:

“Forget the mission. Go eat some green, master.”

And then he smooched the broccoli instead.

((Rey aggressively taking care of Kylo Ren is my jam. SOmeday ill stop reylo shitposting but today is not the day))

In honour of me having actual followers now (you guys are super cute) here is another headcanon :))))

• Andrew and Neil get very good at navigating their respective issues of course, especially in bed
• SLEEPING, I mean. Though obvs yes re. sex too
• like, Andrew rarely goes sleep before Neil is in bed anyway, because insomnia is a thing
• but they have an unspoken understanding sudden weight on the bed when Andrew is asleep is a recipe for Murder
• and while they’re big on communication, bed is a place that’s reserved for a…more physical communication (yes or no?)
• because that safe space can get poisoned so easily by bad memories
• it’s easy really – if you know that your touch isn’t welcome when it isn’t explicitly invited then you don’t touch! And you make the effort to get it right when it’s someone you hate (love) (107%)
• but literally no one in the world gets it right all the time okay
• especially when you share a bed
• neither of them are clingy sleepers anyway, but there’s no way over the course of a life together that Andrew doesn’t get woken out of nightmare by an unwelcome touch at least once
• (Neil is hard asleep and dreaming himself, the soft kind of dream where it’s all warm sheets and sunlight and skin and the lingering smell of coffee, nothing to do with Exy and everything to do with the man next to him and their Lazy Weekend Morning Routine™)
• however, when a fist collides with your chest, you don’t stay asleep. What you probably do is fall off the bed violently, pulling most of the sheets off with you and cracking your head on the bedside table on the way down
• instantaneous adrenaline surge. Also, ouch. He lies there stunned for a moment contemplating his impressive future black eye
• Andrew is now awake all the way, also experiencing the same dizzying rush of adrenaline, the ghost feeling of fingers clenching around his wrist keeping his heart in his throat a little. He has to lean over the edge of the bed to see if Neil is still alive
• there’s enough light from the window to see him lying there looking back up at Andrew, eyes wide open, a mix of lingering surprise and creeping understanding written across his face. He doesn’t move or speak, waiting for Andrew’s permission
• “Are you bleeding?”
• “Only internally.”
• “Are you staying down there?”
• “Why, d’you want me to?” (he would. He’d stay there all night if that was what Andrew wanted)
• “Come here.”
• Neil gets back into bed, pulling the bedding back up with him.  They don’t say anything else, though it takes both of them a long time to get back to sleep
• (Actually, Neil whispers sorry into the sheets a long while later, his hands curled together into his chest where he lies facing Andrew like he can control them better that way.  
• Andrew doesn’t reply – he isn’t sorry, because feeling guilty is a waste of time. He also knows that holding Neil responsible for what he does in his sleep would be stupid, and Andrew isn’t stupid.
• Neil understands this truth from the fact that Andrew didn’t make him stay on the floor. They’re a matched pair)
• Neil develops a really impressive black eye. He doesn’t give a shit
• Andrew gives anyone who mentions it his trademarked Bored Murderer Stare until they shut up

Here (LUCIAN remix)
Alessia Cara
Here (LUCIAN remix)
  • i relate so much to these lyrics i had to write them


I’m sorry if I seem uninterested

Or I’m not listenin’ or I’m indifferent
Truly, I ain’t got no business here
But since my friends are here
I just came to kick it but really
I would rather be at home all by myself not in this room
With people who don’t even care about my well-being

I don’t dance, don’t ask, I don’t need a boyfriend
So you can go back, please enjoy your party
I’ll be here, somewhere in the corner under clouds of marijuana
With this boy who’s hollering I can hardly hear
Over this music I don’t listen to and I don’t wanna get with you
So tell my friends that I’ll be over here

Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here oh oh oh
I ask myself what am I doing here?
Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here
And I can’t wait till we can break up outta here

Excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed with this
An anti-social pessimist but usually I don’t mess with this
And I know you mean only the best and
Your intentions aren’t to bother me
But honestly I’d rather be
Somewhere with my people we can kick it and just listen
To some music with the message
And we’ll discuss our big dreams
How we plan to take over the planet

So pardon my manners, I hope you’ll understand
That I’ll be here
Not there in the kitchen with the girl
Who’s always gossiping about her friends
So tell them I’ll be here
Right next to the boy who’s throwing up cause
He can’t take what’s in his cup no more
Oh God why am I here?

Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here oh oh oh
I ask myself what am I doing here?
Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here
And I can’t wait till we can break up outta here