its getting close!!!

So at my college campus there is a small area on the side of a grassy hill called the meditation grove. It has two small benches, a big rock, and three trees that sprout red flowers, and it looks over most of the campus.

And MAN just sitting here listening to birds singing and people talking in the distance is so fucking relaxing. I feel like a Jedi or something. It’s awesome.

I don’t know how to be good enough for you. And I’m sick of trying.
—  🖤

LES MIS MODERN AU — broship aesthetics: grantaire & cosette

handwritten letters and postcards, painting onto skin, being dragged outside on sunny days, lying side by side at the top of a hill, moments of inspiration, soft humming and guitar lessons, old dungarees, meandering through art galleries, patience and encouragement, fighting off the numbness, noticing old scars, letting each other vent, cheap wine and picnic food, things you can’t tell anyone else. (requested by @a-maniac-and-a-queen

Same Patterns Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Summary: You and your broken heart now live separated from the Avengers. It hurts, and they all try the same thing to make you come back - but when will it work?

Words: 871

Warnings: angst, as usual. Heartbreak, crying, Bucky faces the consequences.

“Morning Y/N.” Clint’s face was the first thing you saw when you woke up that Saturday morning. You gave a yelp from surprise and promptly threw a pillow at him.

“How did you get in? I locked all the doors last night.”
Clint grinned stupidly, “I’m a field agent, it’s my job to know how to get into impossible places.”

You rolled your eyes, “Did you draw the short straw this time? You know, to convince me to come back.” You continued after his questioning look.

“Oh, that. Nah, well yeah, I did, but I’m not going to try. You’ll come back when you’re ready. And I didn’t pull the short straw, I volunteered. Wanted to see how you were doing.”

“Well, if you must know, I’m doing fine.”

“Really? On last night’s take-out and rom-com movies?”

“Living the bachelorette dream.” You grinned.

“Good thing I brought real food then,” He brought forward a box of home-cooked food. “Lauren made some extra for you. You should come by the house; the kids miss you.”

“You sure I didn’t scare the hell out of them last time?”

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#that’s a smart girl tactic for ‘don’t mess with me bitch’

Early 2000′s Internet Fandom Gothic
  • Someone has been leaving increasingly bizarre messages on your guestbook.
  • You get a favorite on one of your drawings featuring a character’s death. You go to thank them, but have second thoughts when you see their page consists only of a bloated gallery of faves that are all about that one character dying.
  • Just who else is a sock puppet of that BNF?
  • Your favorite fansite still hasn’t come back from hiatus. Rumors swirl on the forums of a different site that the webmistress died, the broken banner on her splash page her online epitaph.
  • You swear you’ve read this songfic set to My Immortal before, but it’s the most recent submission. You couldn’t have. 
  • Your computer doesn’t support Japanese characters but that doesn’t stop you from trying to navigate your fandom’s doujin circles. You somehow stumble onto a page dedicated to lovingly-rendered anatomical dissections of every character.
  • Your favorite fanfiction is getting progressively weirder and more incoherent with every update. You hope the author is okay.
  • You get the feeling you shared this positive fanart of a female character with the wrong crowd.
  • There’s a new batch of icons posted on one of your LJ communities! None of them are loading. Everybody else is commenting on them; why are you the only one who can’t see them?
  • You make a new friend on a forum, and you exchange AIM handles. After a few days of chatting, she begins to tell you about her experiences in something called “the Astral Plane”.
  • This video is taking an eternity to buffer. 
  • DxHxR citrus, PWP, H/C, NC, CBT, WS, M/M, M/M/M, WAFF ^_^ WIP please R&R!!!
  • As you finally turn out the light and close your eyes to go to sleep, you swear you can hear it coming from outside: the dial-up noise.

Because we do whatever it takes to s u r v i v e

                                                               isn’t that what a n i m a l s do, Seth?