Stare Into The Camera

Hide inside the hollowed out tree
It’s where I whisper all my secrets
You can hear them if you listen closely
The sounds of an intense longing
A pathetic existence
Built upon two ingredients:
A pining heart and delusional thoughts
Set against the backdrop of one canvas:
A black and white melodrama
There’s no color in dreams
Just the etchings of “maybes”
Or “possibilities”
These thoughts form in separate beds
And my words reach far away places
Even if our lips were locked
The distance would still seem too much
I need a deeper sense of closeness
So we’ll embrace as we fall asleep
And when I die for the night
And wake up alive in the morning
The safety of your arms
Is what my new existence will feel first

on the one hand theres nothing i want more than to randomly meet my fav bands but then again i respect and love them so much i think i would freak out bc i dont wanna bother them and invade their private space and their precious time and i think id just stare at them from the distance and take an embarrassing undercover selfie and then cry myself to sleep because i didnt have the guts to say hi to them

thewordisweetabix asked:

i hope the mechanic fixes your car soon but in the meantime i've been thinking more about 1d ace fic, esp because of you & di, and i thought i'd be super interesting to explore ace!harry? i'm just thinking of younger harry navigating the line where so many ppl wanted him and of course he loves the attention and the physical contact so it takes him a long time to realize maybe he doesn't like the sex part of it?? and trying to navigate being the "sexy/cute one" while also being ace

*stares off into the distance* *sighs dreamily*

I’m home now, and I’m eating leftover chinese food and drinking a beer and this message is just a LOT right now. 

Did you know that I actually have a whole zarry ace fic plotted out that I was planning on writing before I offered myself up to the neverending fic exchange perpetual motion machine? It was this whole deal where Zayn is getting over a break up and can’t really reconcile his feelings about physical intimacy with his desire for emotional intimacy and Harry lives downstairs and he’s like this charming social butterfly who always has a someone and is basically defined by his sexy cuteness but because he’s ace and hasn’t quite figured out how to navigate that, he has a reputation as a tease and a maneater and an ice queen? DID YOU KNOW? 

Also Harry walks Zayn’s dog a lot. And Niall wrote Fool’s Gold about Harry and Harry DJs at night on the radio and you know…just stuff. Just a lot of stuff. I have almost nothing written but this is a piece of it:

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I was just informed that I’d likely almost been abducted the another night. I was in a Kroger parking lot heading for my car when this guy honks at me and tries to wave me over. I don’t recognize him, but I wave and continue to my car. Then he gets out of his car and goes, “How you doin?” I’m like ok weird but I say “I’m good” and I hurry to put my groceries in my car. Then he just stands there (a fair distance away from me) and stares at me the entire time I’m loading my car and putting the cart up. So now I’m panicking and I have my finger over the panic button on my car keys until I’m finally in the car and the doors are locked. And it’s not until I drive off that he leaves and goes in the store. Creepy, right?

Well just now I told my mom about it, and she just stares in horror and tells me that a girl had been abducted a few days before from another Kroger parking lot not too far away from where I was. She was found, thank god, but wow okay I’m sufficiently terrified.

I’m not sure if this is a serial case, but just to be safe, if you need to go to Kroger at any late hours, try not to go by yourself. If you are alone, have as much protection with you as you can (pepper spray, pocket knife, that sort). Park as close to the store as possible, and under a light post. If a strange man (this guy was stout, light skinned, and had dark hair that was kind of long and a full beard, and I think he had kind of a Hispanic accent but I’m not totally positive) tries to talk to you, get as far away from him as you can. Don’t speak to him. If you’re close to your car and he begins approaching you, hit the panic button on your car keys to other people’s draw attention to you. Leave quickly. And go ahead and call the police. 

Again, I don’t know if it’s connected to the other girl, but just be safe and aware. 

buckyspanties asked:

CHERIK for the meme thing. (sorry if u dont ship it omg, also i hope ur cramps get better babe!!)

I ship it omg I SHIP IT LIKE HELL (and thanks aww, the cramps are over now. Sorry it took me so long to answer but I had to run away from the computer because they got so bad I, uh, had to throw up like twice and then I passed out and I just woke up ugh. I hate this)

immediately begins to shimmy when maroon 5 comes on: Charles. And not only that, but he also SCREAMS the lyrics trying to get all those weird Maroon 5 voice effects and he’s REALLY into it and Erik just stands in the background staring off into the distance because the only thing that he hates more than Sebastian Shaw is Maroon fucking 5.

wakes the other up at 3am demanding pancakes: Charles. He wakes up and then he keeps poking Erik in the shoulder and whispering “heeeeey Erik. Erik. Eeeerik. hEY” oN THE BED THEY’RE SHARING (YOU CAN’T TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME) and poor sleepy Erik can only make out the word “pancakes” being said multiple times and then he mumbles something about Charles getting fat if he starts eating random things at 3am and goes back to sleep.

sends the other unsolicited nudes: Erik. He takes nudes in every given chance and he makes sure to send them to Charles when he’s in front of other people just to make him uncomfortable (while he’s teaching in a class, for example). Once he even sent him one when they were together on an important mission - and it was clear that this was a reaaally recent nude, in fact he had shoved his phone down his trousers and snapped a photo of his marvellous random hard-on. And then he kept staring at Charles as he looked at his phone screen and then avoided looking back at naughty Erik. 

brags about knowing karate even though they never made it past yellow belt: Charles. And it’s actually pretty convenient because Erik can’t really ask him to get up and show him that he really knows karate because, um. Charles is in a wheelchair oops.

comes to a complete halt outside bakeries/candy shops: Charles. He has quite a sweet tooth and sometimes when they’re walking down the street together (well Charles isN’T REALLY WALKING but you get my point) Erik doesn’t realize that Charles has stopped in front of yet another candy shop to stare at the sweets in awe and he just keeps walking and talking alone and when he realizes that Charles is missing he stops, stares off into the distance like his in The Office for a couple of seconds and then turns around and goes back to find his boyfriend and buy him a lollipop or something.

blows sarcastic kisses after doing ridiculous shit: Erik. Erik’s “sarcastic kiss” face consists of furrowing his eyebrows together with one of them raised as far up as possible, half closed eyes and an amazing duckface and it makes Charles laugh a lot and he loves it when Erik does it.

killed the guy (also, which hid the body): Erik killed the guy and Erik hid the body. There’s not really an explanation to this, I think we can all agree that Erik is the murder baby and Charles would probably win the peace Nobel prize.

wears the least clothing around the house: Erik. Charles always complains “Jesus Erik, put some clothes on” but deep down they both know that Charles is not bothered in the slightest at the sight of a half-naked Erik. 

has icky sentimental moments for no apparent reason: Charles. And when that happens Erik is worried and he makes him all the pancakes in the world and goes out and raids all candy and bakery shops he can find and showers him in sweets and hopes that the breakdown will pass soon.


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    Zack’s jaw dropped. “I just said that out loud, didn’t I?” There was silence and a long, blank stare from the Ex-SOLDIER before he finally turned away and quickly proceeded to bring as much distance between himself and the gunman as possible.

    “I’m going to go jump off a cliff now. Bye!”

        “–!”  He reached out his gauntleted hand to stop Zack, but hesitated at the last moment, and dropped his arm instead.  What could he say to something like that?  Snark came to mind, something to the effect of ‘despite the hair and hips, I’m not a woman’, but somehow he felt that wouldn’t go over well.

        Silence probably wouldn’t help much either, but he was at a loss.  He lowered his head, hiding the lower part of his face in his collar, and watched the Ex-SOLDIER walk away.

anonymous asked:

Careful: Is prone to make unplaned jokes at times!


so I was making a graph for something and drawing on a peice of paper and I was really messing up and my boss says “I guess from a distance it looks straight” and I just blurted out “yeah, so do I.”

And he just stares at me then sighs and whispers “I can’t even argue with that.” And slowly walks aways.

anonymous asked:

Eyyy can u write a headcanon on what it'd be like to date our lovely maknae, Jungkook? Thank yeu~~ Unni Fighting! ♥

Jeon Jungkook is the kind of guy who has no idea what he’s doing half the time but he does it anyway and it always works out because he’s Jeon Jungkook and with you, he is invincible.

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"Hello, Mister Baggins," he said. "Got any ale?"

Fili stared, dumbstruck, as the darkness of Mahal’s forge snapped into the sunny green field of…some other place. Fili looked around, hands going down to his sides to rest on the hilts of his double swords, wary. He could see people out in the distance, short and… Oh.

Fili searched for a large hill and a green door and, yep. There it was. Just as he remembered it. He started forward, smiling at the scent of fresh grass and sunshine. Kili had always teased him when he said sunshine had a smell, but it did, to him at least. He could close his eyes and smell the sunshine even deep in the hall of Ered Luin. 

He glanced to his right side as he stood at the base of the hill when Bilbo lived, ready to make a quid about the sun’s smell, and frowned when he couldn’t see Kili. In fact, he hadn’t seen his brother since he’d been thrust into the light. Maybe he was already with Bilbo? Fili made his way up the path to the door and knocked. A few minutes later it opened and a hobbit with a mop of curly brown hair and eyes bluer than any sapphire Fili had ever seen peered up at him. Fili tipped his head to the side with a frown. This wasn’t Bilbo… 

“May I help you?” the hobbit asked slowly. He had a curious look about him, not terribly unlike the Bilbo of old. 

Fili shook himself out of his thoughts and dipped into a quick bow. “Fili, at your service,” he said. “If I’m not mistaken, a Bilbo Baggins lives here?" 

The hobbit looked at him and stepped aside to let Fili in. He went through taking Fili’s coat–which he politely refused–and offering tea–also politely declined–until he led Fili into a room scattered with paper, books, ink, and a desk. At the desk an older hobbit sat and Fili realized with a sense of shock that it was Bilbo. 

"Uncle, you have a visitor,” the younger hobbit said. 

Bilbo had looked up, his lined eyes widening in his tanned and weathered face, before standing so fast the chair fell backward. He scrambled through the papers and books on the floor to collide into Fili. Fili relaxed into Bilbo’s arms and hugged him tight. 

“My boy,” Bilbo whispered, holding Fili close. “My dear, dear boy." 

Fili nuzzled into Bilbo’s curls, smiling to himself. "Hello, Mister Baggins,” he said. “Got any ale?" 

A little later, after Bilbo had shooed his nephew Frodo off and put a half-pint in front of Fili, they sat across from each other at the tiny kitchen table. 

"Have you seen Kili?” Fili asked first. He was slowly tearing the loaf of bread with honey butter smear over the slices to pieces. He ate the crust first and then the still warm centers. Bilbo had set cheese and cured meats on the table as well but Fili wasn’t terribly interested in them. 

Bilbo shook his head, hands on his knees under the table. “I haven’t seen you or your brother since they laid all of you to rest in Erebor." 

Fili couldn’t help a frown. He remembered dying, he remembered Mahal, but he also remembered Kili. It was possible the two of them had been parted but he couldn’t understand why Mahal would do that. Hadn’t he saved them, kept them both together, to… Well, no, actually. The Maker hadn’t said he would keep them together, had he? 

“Do you know why you’re here?” Bilbo asked. The hobbit, who didn’t look nearly as old as he said he was, looked uncomfortable and sad. The grief, as that was what it was, sat heavy on the hobbit’s face, deepening what creases there were into furrows, his eyes sinking further into his face. He looked old and fragile, almost his full age of one hundred and ten, and was such a contrast to the hobbit FIli had known only hours, days previously. “Were you told?" 

Fili, shaken from his thoughts, frowned. “Was I told?" 

“Aule,” Bilbo said. “Were you told what you have to do?" 

Fili hesitated and took out his necklace, showing it to Bilbo. “Kili and I were given these." 

“Do you know what they’re supposed to do?” Bilbo asked, not touching the necklace. He looked at it with hunger, such a hungry look that Fili was startled, not used to seeing… Bilbo almost looked like Thorin in that moment. 

“How do you know any of this?” Fili asked. “I don’t… You know about The Maker?" 

“I know a lot about what’s happened and what will,” Bilbo said. “Radaghast went to see Gandalf after speaking to Yavanna. They came and told me what Aule has…offered, I suppose it the best word." 

“About fixing things?” Fili asked. Bilbo nodded. “We were told that we had a chance to prevent Smaug, and many other things, and to save our family.” Fili gave Bilbo a tiny smile. “To save Thorin from the gold sickness, prevent…prevent so many wrongs on all sides." 

“You weren’t told how, or any details, were you?” Bilbo looked anxious now, his hands off his knees and he was wringing them together, biting his lip. 

Fili touched where the pendant lay over his leather and mail. “I know how,” he said. “Our Maker’s tears will bring us where we need to be." 

Bilbo’s head hung. “Fili…" 

“What do you know that I don’t?” Fili asked. 

“The Arkenstone will bring you where you need to go,” Bilbo said. “That part is right. To get the Arkenstone to actually do it? Well. You have no control." 

“I don’t?” Fili asked. That didn’t sound quite right. 

“You have no control over where you go and neither does Kili. If you two match up then you do and if you don’t then you don’t.” Bilbo let out a slow breath. “At some places you will both be needed and then you will be in the same place but you won’t always stay that way." 

Fili reached for his ale and drained it in three painful gulps. He set it down and rubbed at his suddenly tired eyes. Mahal had saved them, together, only to keep them apart? 

“There’s more,” Bilbo said. “There’s a clock on your time, some unpredictable time, that will keep you in one place. If that time expires and you haven’t fixed what Aule wants you to fix then you have to go back and start from the beginning." 

“This can’t be happening,” Fili whispered. 

“Always beware offers that seem too good to be true,” Bilbo said. He stood and bustled about the kitchen, full of anxious energy, as he fetched more food and ale for Fili. “There’s more. You can’t take anything with you from one time to another. If you happen to accidentally harm your own future or existence than you will have a very limited time in which to fix it." 

“Anything else?” FIli asked as he accepted the full mug of ale. 

Bilbo sat with cured ham, cutting slices unevenly with shaking hands. “You can’t tell anyone who you are or what you’re actually doing. You’ll have to earn their trust in your own way. If you cross the future and into the path of people you know, well. I, I’m not sure of that." 

Fili took one of the slices ham and slapped it into his shreds of bread. He stuffed it into his mouth and chewed viciously. Moments later he regretted it as it sat heavy in his throat and stomach. “Anything else?" 

Bilbo shook his head. “Try to stay safe, my boy. I want you and your brother to get through this in one piece." 

“You don’t think we will?” Fili asked. 

Bilbo opened his mouth to respond only to begin to fade away. Fili jumped to his feet, feeling the chip of the Arkenstone flare burning hot even through his many layers. He looked about wildly, his beads clacking together as the world tilted and spun and he fell hard against the unfeeling land.

Headcannon ~ Crocodile & that vest that shall not be named

Crocodile at Nordstrom

Crocodile nearing the clearance section

Ugly orange vest in said section

Crocodile glances at it but continues on towards the regularly priced items

A few minutes pass by

Crocodile *slowly* circles his way back to the clearance section and looks at the vest again, from a distance, before shaking his head and heading off towards the elevators

Crocodile waiting for the elevator to arrive

Cocks his attention back in the direction of the clearance section

Narrows his stare

Elevator doors open

Crocodile buys ugly orange vest

Skips out of the store happier than a doffy in a trashcan

Models vest for robin, cobra, bananawanis, etc. all the while saying “Doesn’t it just SCREAMME’?????”

Later that night

Moria goes to Nordstrom and buys the matching pants


In all honesty Tessa was hardly thrilled about the idea of having a visitor, but the fact that she’d been able to text Brodie with the help of Marina had her in a decent mood– and on top of that she wanted to invite someone in first before the nurses started forcing her to see people she didn’t want to. She was sitting up in bed when Brodie arrived, staring out the window and into the distance until the sound of his footsteps caught her attention. For a moment his name slipped her mind, so she just gave him a small lopsided smile; the right side of her face having recovered brilliantly, but it was still a little less responsive than the left.

Don’t think so deeply.

Chin rested on the heel of his palm, lips curled upward as he started out over the field. Only a few months and he’d be back out there, just a few more months and he’d be able to stand beside the other. 

He’d be able to hear that cackling laughter shot directly into his ear and not from this distance, sat as he was in dugout during their practice. 

“What’s with that smile?” Kuramochi asked, brows pinched, ah so Miyuki had been caught staring.

“Can’t I smile, captain?” Miyuki murmured, really he was enjoying that soft blush far too much. 

Kuramochi blinked furiously for a moment before turning his face away.

“I’m only here until you’re ready to come back,” he muttered.

“Is that your way of saying that you’re waiting for me, ‘Mochi-chan,” Miyuki said, smiling slyly watching Kuramochi’s face darken. 

Thinking Out Loud.

Summary of the request: Jax and the reader both really like each other but he won’t act on it. Eventually the girl just grabs him and kisses him first after she’s tired if waiting for him to do it.

Type: Fluff (+ A little bit angsty idk??)

Character: Jax.

Author: Johannah.

You stared at him.
Him and his stupid swoony hair and his stupid little smirk that had you weak at the knees; His stupid husky voice that made you blush like an idiot when he called you ‘darlin’.
His stupid need for distance had only brought you closer, or you tried to at least; He was doing his very hardest to keep pushing you away, and failing.

He’s leaning against the wall opposite you. You both look at each other, gazes unmoving, and silence hangs over you heavy and unwanted.
“Why did you come here?” He asks finally. The click of a lighter comes next, and then the burst of a flame, and his cigarette is lit. Then, the lighter is snapped closed, and he’s all black leather and shadows again. It’s late. Later than you’d expected, but you knew you’d find him at the clubhouse even after he’d told you not to come. (You knew just as well as he did that he didn’t really mean that.)

‘Because when I sit alone in my flat all I can think about is you and your stupid swoony hair, and your stupid little smirk, and your stupid voice, and your stupid efforts to try and push me away because you’re scared that your life will change me or hurt me even though that’s stupid and you know I care about you, but you won’t even bloody kiss me.’

You don’t say that though.

Instead, you just shrug and lean back against the wall, staring up at the Californian night sky. Jax blows his smoke out slowly and you watch the silver wisps curl in the air before you turn to look at him; He’s trying not to look at you, and when he sees you glance over he looks away.

Your jaw tightens.

“What are you afraid of?” You say finally, your tone a little sharp.

Jax looks at you, slightly taken aback by the bluntness of your question, but he stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks down. He thinks about what you said for a few moments: He’s been stabbed, shot and beaten. He’s seen bombs, explosions and the ruin they leave behind. He’s seen murder, arson - Committed those things even. All the fears that normal people have, he’s seen a hundred times over, and that was why he was trying so desperately to push you away, and failing miserably.

“Losing you.” Jax answers finally, stubbing out his cigarette beneath the toe of his boot, his voice quiet as he finally meets your gaze with those unreadable steely-blue eyes.

“How can you lose me if you won’t have me in the first place?” You asked in frustration, and Jax threw his hands up in exasperation.
“I don’t know! I just don’t want to do it wrong again this time! Not with you.”

His tone snapped something in you, and you looked up at him for a second, your jaw tight, before you grabbed him by the leather of his jacket and pushed him up against the wall he’d been leaning against. You pressed your open lips to his, your heartbeat loud in your ears, and for a second everything was still. Then Jax’s lips parted around yours. That was it for him; He stopped trying to fight it. He cradled your head with both of his hands and you grabbed the lapels of his kutte in your fists to press yourself further into his firm chest. Your mouths moved in synchronization and you bite gently on his lower lip, swiping the tip of your tongue over it. You could feel him shiver slightly before he gave a low growl and pulled you in closer, his arms looped around your waist.

The need for oxygen finally pulled you apart, and then you stayed just like that for a while: Jax holding your head, your arms around his neck and your foreheads pressed together.

“I just think you to be sure that this is what you-”
“Shh.” You whispered, cutting him off by pressing your thumb to his lips. “You think too much. Stop talking.” You said, looking up into his eyes with a grin before you pulled his lips back down onto yours.

This time, he didn’t even try to resist.

kujabutterfly asked:

"Hey, are you okay there?"

“…I’m fine… just…” Vincent shook his head a little bit. “Kuja I… I’m starting to take a real liking to someone…” He looked away from him to the setting sun. Staring off in the distance to space out a little before returning his attention to him. “What I’m trying to say is that… well… I think I’m in love but… should I just… kiss that person and be done with it, or keep that hidden?”

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(Blue-bomb-site) Lalna frowned as he stumbled through the forest with a slight limp. He was in his wolf form as he limped, he froze as a scent hit his nose, "Nano?" His ears pricked up as he ran in the direction.

Nano shivered as she heard an ominous wolf howl from the distance, and she snuggled deeper into her blankets, taking another sip of her hot chocolate for comfort.

Lalna was asleep, by the last time she remembered. But since she herself just kept rolling around in bed and complaining about she not being able to sleep, he kicked her out of the upstairs and told her to stay downstairs instead of annoying him, then stomping back to his bed and almost immediately snoring away. 

She begrudgingly obeyed after a while. Staying up all night and just staring at the full moon seemed like a nice time, anyway. So whatever.

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Hannigram Drabble - Digestivo

So, this takes place right after the break-up and I haven’t written anything in years, but I just had to get this out of my system because those two are absolutely killing me.
Dedicated to the wonderful wackeldackelchen and buchereiausweis, you two are definitely the single best thing I gained from going back to uni! <3 And also to thorininmypants, for being super nice and having a wonderful blog! ^-^


For as long as he physically could, he just sat there in silence, not daring to move an inch. Long after Hannibal’s steps had faded in the distance, he was still staring at the door, afraid and hopeful at the same time that Hannibal would ignore his pleas and step right back into what was left of his life. But the door didn’t move, and no footsteps could be heard from outside. As the daylight started to fade and snowflakes began their dance outside his windows, the realization set in that his fears and hopes were nothing but deceptive and useless. He was not coming back. Suddenly, the silence became too heavy.

Hannibal sat in silence as well. Crouched against the wall on Will’s back porch, breathing slowly and soundlessly, he tried his best to preserve his body heat while he contemplated his options. He did not flinch when he heard the first cup smash to pieces inside, and he barely blinked when the wall that separated them resonated with the impact of Will’s punch. When he heard Will slouch down against that wall, could almost feel the other’s body tremble, feel him biting down hard on his lower arm in a futile attempt to stifle the sobs, he had to close his eyes. The path was clear now.

folie à deux (part 2 of 2)


Pairing: Kuramochi/Miyuki

Word count: 3, 391

“I’m powerless. But―

‘I need you.’”

Kuramochi couldn’t believe his eyes, he just stood there stunned staring at the other sat on the opposite platform. He was only brought back to life as the train shuddered into motion, he watched Miyuki jump up as the distance between them grew wider.

He span around to see where the next stop was, what side the doors would open. When the train came to a stop at the next station, Kuramochi bolted out and ran for the other platform, he made it just in time to catch the next train back.

Struggling through the crowd of people filtering off the train, Kuramochi strained to see Miyuki, jumping up and almost crushing a small woman’s feet as he flailed when he caught sight of the other.

“Miyuki!” He yelled, tearing through the crowd and really he couldn’t  help the stumbling way that he slammed into the other’s body. Arms wrapped tight around Miyuki, holding the other’s arms to their body.

Miyuki withdrew his arms from Kuramochi’s hold and pressed his hand to the other’s shoulder, pressing the leather against Kuramochi’s back.

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Tales of Dikuda - ep.22 Mirror | Mirror

Krrah paced back and forth in her room. It’s her habit. She does that when she’s trying to sort things out in her mind. She always wanted to meet up with Uuzoo for a while, but the snake seemed to ignore her whenever she passed the gates and waved to her. It hurt the bird’s feelings, but it’s just something she has to deal with. Krrah still wants to start over with the snake though. At least have some closure of some sort.

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