Minho stood back up, pointed at Thomas. “Just a few days after this guy shows up, he steps out in the Maze to save two shanks he hardly knows. All this klunk about him breaking a rule is just beyond stupid. He didn’t get the rules yet. But plenty of people had told him what it’s like in the Maze, especially at night. And he still stepped out there, just as the Door was closing, only caring that two people needed help.”


5/10 lyrics: 
but wouldn’t it be fine to share
the weather in her eyes, her hair,
her footsteps as she climbs the stair,
the shadow in her light?


“Jimin I have a surprise for you.” “What baby?” “You’ll see. I just have one rule. You’re not allowed to touch me until I say so.”


30 DAYS OF KBRITCHIE » day 5 | favourite aerial ethereal relationships

“I like your sister,” I tell him first. “She’s sweet.” He’s taken aback, like no one has ever called Katya sweet before. “She’s still figuring things out,” he says.“I get it,” I breathe. She’s trying to find herself.

Timo licks his bottom lip and laughs. “You want me to be single, John?” This took a turn. I stare between them, my eyes pinging back and forth with intrigue. John puts the beer to his lips. “I’m out of your league, Timo.”  “If you say so.“

Luka’s gaze lands on Nikolai, and that regret floods his features again. “Don’t break up with him because of me, okay?” The panic in his tone actually freezes my muscles. I swallow a rock. “I won’t,” I assure him. He nods a couple times, trying to believe me.


That other thing I just drew reminded me of Mcsiggys dance au

Its the best au tbh, go check it out.


“The power of the ice sculpture is in forgetting that the ice sculpture is even there.”

Happy 42nd birthday, Christian Borle!! (October 1, 1973)

These are a few pictures I photoshopped that show off Christian’s personality/interests. This was fun to make and it was good practice for my photoshopping skills. I think I did pretty well.

Please don’t remove my credit on this post. I worked hard on these.

‘What is it with Adele? Why does everyone like her?' 

Well, I’ll tell you 'what’s with Adele’. She is one of these few people that I believe come once or twice in a generation. The kind of people that actually make music for its beauty and for the love of it rather than for what goes with it. It is hard today to find someone who only makes art because it is what they love, though much easier to bump into fame lovers and people in pursuit of power that like to go by the status of ’artists’. Adele is not a recording-moneymaking machine. Adele comes back and the next second, like the smoke of a cigarette, disappears. Adele doesn’t really show any love for her fans, but it’s alright and has always been, because she is who she is and as she blesses the world with every single word she sings, we forgive. Adele doesn’t show off. Adele is quiet. Adele doesn’t need to make the music world revolve around her, it does by itself. People don’t talk about the last guy she fucked, or the clothes she last wore. They talk about the music she makes. Sad to admit it is, but it’s only rare to find a musician today who actually tends to be known for their music. So yeah, Adele is depressing. Adele is fat. Adele is annoying. Adele is ugly. Adele is overrated. Adele is boring. Adele is this and Adele is that. But Adele, my boy, Adele is everything music needs right now.

'Adele’s soul comes through her eyes’


Walking in a Straight Line by @msgenevieve447

A loving study on Mary Margaret & David and Emma  & Killian

summary: It’s one of the oldest stories in the book.  Two old friends have a few too many drinks, two old friends share a kiss.  Happens all the time, right?  But what happens when only one of them actually remembers it? 

Fanfics that deserve to be movies [4/?] [1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 1213, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19,

it’s been awhile since i did my last follow forever (fuck its been over a year how did that happen?? ) anywAYY i’ve found lots of wonderful new blogs/friends since then and i want u all t know i love u sOOO much, you make tumblr enjoyable and keep my dash filled with niall, just how i like it! so im gonna start off w/ a few of my closest and best friends (u all mean very much to me bc i have no real life friends u guys r all i got i lOVE U)

trina, holly, gulcan, mia

and now for all the blogs i love (most are mutuals and im very honored to be able t say that!) 











also i kno it’s all spaced weird but tumblr’s so weird like?? so sorry bout that just trying to make it readable!! but yah hope u all kno that you’re wonderful blogs/people i love u all!! 


Requested by @Randomvlogstuff.  I hope that you like it love and I’m sorry it took so long.  I tried a new editing process and would love to have feedback on it!  Does it read better this way or the way I used to write it?  Please let me know what you think!

You and Dean had known each other for long.  In the short time you did know him your world toppled on its head.  One night, months ago, you’d run into each other at a bar.  It was almost closing time, meaning that the bar patrons were more drunk than sober.  Of course, you started arguing with a few of the guys hanging around.  Being sober and coherent you put them on their asses without much of a fight.  The group slunk out of the bar as Dean took up the empty barstool next to you.   He trapped you into a conversation and you two talked until closing.  After more run-ins he introduced you to his lifestyle and trained you to become a hunter.  Soon afterwards Dean brought you on real hunts.

Dean wasn’t one to open up about his problems, so you couldn’t be sure what had happened to his brother.  You knew the stories from other hunters told, of course.  Until you heard it out of Dean’s mouth you refused to believe any of the gossip.  You owed him that much.  

     Because of that you never broached the subject until it was staring you in the face.  Sam came right up knocking on your motel doorstep.  Dean answered the door while you were sitting cross-legged on the bed, reading up on local lore.

“Sam?”  Dean asked, disbelief evident in his voice.  That caught your attention, causing you to jump up to stand next to Dean.  You knew that Sam was the name of Dean’s brother, but the guy in front of you looked nothing like Dean.  This man was much taller, and his shaggy hair brown instead of blonde.

“Yeah Dean.  It’s me.”  The man replied, only to be greeted with a splash of holy water to his face.  When that proved to do nothing, Dean grabbed Sam by the shirt collar and yanked him into the room.

     “Y/N shut the door.”  Dean directed, shoving Sam up against one of the walls.  Sam just seemed to let Dean throw him around, holding his hands up in mock surrender.  You shut the door and locked it, turning back around to see Dean wielding a knife against Sam’s hand.  Sam remained still, wincing when the blade sliced against the skin of his palm.

     “Dean, it’s me.  Really me.  I got out.”  Sam stated, balling his bleeding hand into his dirty shirt when Dean released him.  He took a step backward, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye before setting his knife down and sighing.

     “Welcome home Sammy.”  He smiled, engulfing the taller man in a hug, much to your surprise.  You had never seen Dean display so much happiness.  It was a pleasant change in pace compared to his usual angry stupor.


     Dean and Sam catching up made up the majority of your night.  Occasionally they invited you into the conversation, but you gave them time to catch up.  As the night wore on you noticed an awkwardness creep into the atmosphere.  Neither Dean nor Sam seemed to acknowledge it, but you felt it in your bones.  Sam was Dean’s hunting partner.  Dean took you on as a replacement for him, to fill the void his disappearance left.  With Sam back in the picture, where did that leave you?  Your heart ached at the thought of being cast away with Sam being back around.

     A few months after you started hunting with Dean you started to grow feelings for him.  Not thinking Dean would reciprocate them you kept your feelings to yourself.  The first rule of hunting that Dean taught you was this life didn’t leave a lot of room for a permanent romance.  That didn’t help quench your feelings, however.  Now with Sam back in the picture, you didn’t want to be elbowed out of what had been a good thing.

        With that in mind, you decided to take matters into your own hands.  Before you got pushed out, you decided to leave of your own free accord.  You hoped this way your leaving would be less painful.  Dean and Sam had gotten a different motel room so no one would have to share a bed.  This made leaving without saying goodbye a little easier.  You wrote out a note goodbye that you attached to the Impala’s front windshield.

“Going somewhere?”  Dean’s voice came from behind you, causing you to straighten up.

     “Now that Sam’s back I thought we would go our separate ways.”  You replied, squaring off your shoulders before turning around to face Dean.  “Your hunting partner is back, figured it was better for me to duck out early on before you had to ask me to leave.”

     “You thought I would ask you to leave?”  Dean asked, hurt flashing across his facial features.  You hadn’t bet on that emotion, and it made your sureness falter.

     “Wouldn’t you have?”  You asked, nervousness seeping into your voice.  Dean adamantly shook his head, moving to lean against the hood beside you.

     “You’re as much my hunting partner as Sam is.  Sure it’ll take some adjustment for all of us, but I would never ask you to leave.  Unless you want to leave.”  He offered, uncertainty now seeping into his own voice.  “Do you want to leave?  Go hunting on your own for a little while?”

     “No.”  You answered, studying to stone parking lot at the toes of your shoes.  “I wouldn’t even know where else to go.”  You offered, earning a slight chuckle from the body besides you.

     “If you ever do decide to leave, a note on the hood of my car doesn’t suffice as a ‘goodbye’.”  Dean pointed out, leaning behind you to pick up the hand scrawled note and glancing over it.  “You’re going to have to tell me goodbye in person, sweetheart.”  He folded the paper once more and stuffed it into his pants pocket.

     “I didn’t think I’d be able to say goodbye to your face.”  You confessed, focusing on anything besides Dean in a vain attempt to hide the blush that was creeping across your face.

     “Why not?”  He asked, noticing your avoidance in eye contact.  You paused to think about your phrasing before answering.

     “After spending all this time together I didn’t think I would be able to say goodbye to your face.  I care about you Dean.”  You answered, glancing up at him and being trapped by his green piercing eyes.

     “I care about you too.  I wouldn’t have pulled you along with this if I didn’t.  If I had woken up tomorrow with you gone I would’ve been pissed.  No phone number, no idea where you were going or if you were ok.”  Dean sighed, pulling his gaze away from you and instead towards the motel.  “I don’t know what I would’ve done.”  He added after a long pause.  You studied the side of his face, how his jaw clenched and unclenched as he fought with something inside of himself.

     “I’m sorry.”  You offered, earning his attention once more.  He smiled softly at you before leaning in and pressing his lips against the side of your mouth, just enough to leave you wanting more.

     “Come on.”  He said, pulling away and straightening up.  He looped his left arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him and tossing your duffle bag over his other shoulder.  Tucking yourself away into Dean’s side, you let him lead you back towards your conjoining motel rooms, smiling like an idiot.  Dean cared about you, and what’s more was that he wanted you to stick around.  You could live with knowing that for now.

You thought these streets were paved in gold
but they’re dirty and dark

Aer already posted a cropped version of this picture in his photoset, but I really love the full size sO I’M GOING TO POST IT WHILE I’m sitting here editing some others from the shoot anyways pfppf

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Photographer: Richard Clayton Photography

(edit by the amazing @outerspacenjh)

I hit 500!! holy shit! i want to preface this with Just How Much I love every single one of u and how grateful I am for everyone. Even if we aren’t mutuals, I love you and I’m so glad. This is my follow forever, and it’s made entirely of mutuals because- mostly because I’m too lazy

Some people might have been missed and if so I am,, so sorry I love you anyway

favourites are in bold (note: there aren’t many because its mostly just for a few people )


@abstractlouis / @adotlaurens / @aesthetic–prince / @agenderacelou / @agenderlouie / @alecanna /@andilllookafterlou / @aquariusxtrash / @babubean / @bambules /  @berryzouis / @blessnialls /@bloodswapkankri / @blualua / @bluehurrlcane / @bonniereign / @brolivia / @buffy-the-booty-slayer /@butterfliessecrets / @bvckyau @caution–loveless / @cjerny / @conqueredmyworld


@daggerfic / @dan-phil-advent / @deathbytomlinson / @demiarolouis / @deminiall / @demizouis / @dorkynightowl / @draghs / @eat-sleep-music-love / @elouisquence / @emojikinglouis / @endofthedayhq /@exquisitetrouble / @ezouis /  @fifth-harming-me / @floralwasp / @fondlvrs / @forlouiseyes / @fourgal /@fringepaws / @galaxieslouis / @genderflouie / @genderqueerharrystyles /  @gentleincision / @gottazlast /@grayromanticharry / @great-minds-discuss-ideas / @greekgoddesslouis


@habitbynight / @harrystyles-mybabyboy / @hellyeahot4 / @honestlea / @horxnhugs / @how16met18 /@ificouldflyhomex / @ifidoitsyou / @isangelouis / @it-is-whxt-it-is / @jdrews-onedirection / @larriekisses /@larryslashziam / @larryslullaby / @lavender-wix /  @liambefour / @littleblur / @loudippedincaramel / @louishands@louisisawitch / @louisthighs-artgallery / @louistumlinson / @louiswantstomarryharry / @loumighty /@loveship67 / @luigi-tomlinson / @lutterflies / @luvclique


@makeuplouie / @mauvelouis / @mikyoz / @minionzain / @mqdeintheam / @mysunlouis / @niki3e / @nonbinaryfic / @nonbinarylouiis / @nouisqpr / @nutellacoffeepizza / @officialdarbus / @ohcalamitylarry / @okidokihoran / @outerspacenjh / @perrienova / @petitezain / @phoenixhaz / @pointstohome / @poshaz / @pudgethefishandpeanutbutter / @pulchritudinous-escapist@punkchoirqueer


@queerlies / @quoigenderbuckybarnes / @rareandradient-maiden / @revengezouis / @sassysalamanders / @secretouches / @shifty1d / @skyebyrd / @sleepingtightinmyinsanity / @sloueh / @slythkris / @smollestlarrie / @smoll-tol / @spacedudetommo / @speakingwithink / @spoopylilo / @stardustlouie / @stargazerlouis / @stckh0lm-syndrme / @stlarrent / @sunflowerlouis / @swirlyink / @syntheticchaot 


@tbhyikes@technicolourlove / @teenlgbtquestions / @thearcherboy / @thelighthousetat / @thesmileytattoo / @toeringlouis / @tomlincry / @tomlukesons / @tommo28stan / @tommosgold / @tommostwink / @transgenderresources / @traumaticworld / @trulymadlyqueerly / @ufolilo / @unicornoftheinternet / @unrequitedpining / @vampirezayn / @vevopillowtalk / @voguelouis / @wendynerd / @whoopsydaiseh / @wonderbreab / @writerau / @xynn-undertheveil / @ys-lou / @zainstour / @zouis2k16 / @zouisbus1tattoosavedme

To celebrate school hopefully being cancelled tomorrow (its supposed to be -40°??) 


mbf me
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best edits (original) 
best Percy Jackson
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***all categories depend on the amount of interest 

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— “If the right one came up then i’d love to play music with people. music. .especially writing stuff has always been quite uhm.. i don’t know fairly protective about it. i’ve tried co-writing once a few years ago and it was the most horrible experience in my life . . like ”you can’t do that, that doesn’t make sense! “ but yeah i’d love to do collaborations with people, you sort of can’t plan these things, its never something i’d want to do where its  like the label pushes for it or someone managing is pushing for it… its like if you meet some cool people and they play good music that you like and then it works like that.”