life is made up of small moments like these

The signs as my favorite All The Bright Places quotes

Aries: “The thing I realize is, it’s not what you take, it’s what you leave.”

Taurus: “The problem with people is that they forget that most of the time it’s the small things that count.”

Gemini: “We do not remember days, we remember moments.”

Leo: “Sorry wastes time.You have to live your life like you’ll never be sorry. It’s easier just to do the right thing from the start so there’s nothing to apologize for.”

Cancer: “You need shoving, not pushing. You need to jump back on that camel. Otherwise you’re going to stay up on the ledge you’ve made for yourself.”

Virgo: “Sometimes there’s beauty in tough words-it’s all in how you read them.”

Libra: “I do my best thinking at night when everyone else is sleeping. No interruptions. No noise. I like the feeling of being awake when no one else is.”

Scorpio: “The great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody.”

Sagittarius: “I learned that there is good in this world, if you look hard enough for it. I learned that not everyone is disappointing, including me, and that a 1,257 bump in the ground can feel higher than a bell tower if you’re standing next to the right person.”

Capricorn: “When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don’t seem to matter very much, do they?”

Aquarius: “You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.”

Pisces: “It’s my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting, and for the millionth time in my life i wish for measles or smallpox or some other easily understood disease just to make it easier on me and also them.”

Why I fell in love with him.

Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Stiles X Reader

I knew something was wrong since the day I started feeling different towards him.

It wasn’t a life changing moment that made me realize that I was slowly falling in love with him. It was small things that I started noticing when it was a little too late.

Like, if he skipped school for a day I would go insane for not having him there. If he touched me, even if it was by accident, chills would go up and down my spine. If everyone was talking my whole attention would be on his words. If I saw him down the hall my breathing would get heavier and the only way to make it easier for me to breathe was getting next to him. Or, if he said anything about another girl my heart would break a little bit and I would have to fake a smile.

I don’t know how I fell in love with him. Was it by his perfect looks? Was it his smile or his hazel eyes? Was it by his kindness towards me, or was it the way he protected me even though he doesn’t have any superpowers? Maybe, I just fell in love with him for the way he is.

Now, we’re all here, at night, on top of a hill, with the best view on the city.

Allison and Scott are wrapped up on each other’s arms while kiss and looking at the little fire that keeps us all warm. Lydia stands next to Jackson that came back to Beacon Hills a few days ago, while Malia and Isaac seem to get along. Stiles is next to his jeep, a few steps away for was, while talking on his phone with someone that I don’t know. And then, there’s me.

I’m sitting far away from everyone, looking at all the lights that keep the town illuminated. Focused on my thoughts and not even trying to hear their conversations. The blanket that I have around me it’s warm and cozy; it shelters me from the cold of night.

I felt lonely, unloved. Looking at my friends and seeing them like this it made realize that I was, well, alone. For years I’ve been keeping all my love for him. I want to tell him, but then I remember that my feelings could destroy our friendship so I just keep it to myself.

And he’s probably talking to a girl on the phone now, so there’s not much I can do.

I look at the sky trying to shake these ideas out of my head for now. I look at the moon and at the stars, how beautiful and untouchable they are. They just stay up there without a single care, and I envy that.

If we were stars, Stiles would be the sun because his in the center and his presence can illuminate a whole room, and I would be the moon because I’m always in the middle of the crow trying to catch him.

-They’re beautiful, aren’t they? –I hear a male voice beside me.

I look at this figure sitting next to me with his eyes attached to the sky; exploring every inch of it, just like I was doing before. He turned his head to face me and smiled, expecting an answer.

-Yes, Jackson. They’re really beautiful.

-Care to explain why you’re not with us?

-I just felt better here. Guess, I’m not on the mood to be here. –I smiled.

-Oh, is everything okay?

-Yes, Jackson. Don’t worry, I’m just tired. –I lied.

-I’m going back now, okay? Come back next to us when you’re ready. –He smiled leaving me.

I took a deep breath. I’m pathetic, I actually thought it could be Stiles… but, what was I thinking? He’s too busy talking on the phone now, to notice me here. I look at the lights from the city and let some good memories that we all have here come to my mind. All this nostalgia was interrupted by a phone call to me. I looked down at my phone screen and I saw Stiles’ name shining on it.

-You do know that I’m only a few steps away from you, right?

-Yes, I know. And that’s the problem. –He said with this hoarse voice making me shiver.

-And, why would that be a problem?

-Because I think you’d be better beside me, with my arms around you and my lips in yours.

-Stiles, are you drunk? Or, you’re just horny?

-(Y/N), stop. I know you want me there, just as much as I want you here.

-Oh my god, you’re so horny. –I laughed.

Suddenly the line went dead and I felt someone sitting right next to me. I looked over and I saw Stiles, what made me smile. He was trying to be mad, but he was actually amused with our conversation.

-I was trying so hard to be sexy. –He looked at me.

-Well, you were sexy but I just couldn’t take it. –I laugh.

A moment of silence came between us. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, it was just perfect. You could hear our laughs turn into little giggles, and you could see our eyes exploring the sky. I felt his eyes laying on me, so I turned my head to face him.

-I like you, (Y/N).

-I like you too, Stiles. –I smiled.

-No, (Y/N). You’re not getting it. –He laughed lightly. - I like you, like Scott likes Allison. I like you as more than just a friend. I really like you.


-No, (Y/N). I’ve been falling in love with you for years and I can’t keep it to myself anymore.

-Stiles. –I said looking up to the stars. – Calm down, please.

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it very tight. I looked him in the eyes and I smiled with his confused expression. There was anxiety in his eyes, and it was because of me. I could feel his heartbeat through his veins and his hand shake.

-I love you too, Stiles.

-You do?

-Every single day for years. –I smiled with tears on my eyes.

Some tears were coming to his eyes and he didn’t even try to hold them back. A smile was being formed in his lips while peace and happiness were taking control over his eyes. His left hand squeezed mine and intertwined our fingers while his right hand just smoothly touched my face. And, in a matter of seconds, his lips collided with mine.

There was passion and need in our kiss, and our tongues were fighting in our mouths aggressively. There was a mix of emotions inside of me; it was like he just started this spark that soon became a burning fire.

-I love you, (Y/N). –Stiles said breathless.

-Finally, lovebirds. –Scott screamed, making Stiles smile at him and all of us laugh.

I looked at him while he was laughing and I smiled. I was feeling complete now, like he was the little puzzle piece that I needed to be this happy.

Guess, I actually knew why I fell in love with him after all.

Essays in Existentialism: Stud III

Your fine stud Lexa gives me life. If you can a part three would be amazing.

Even from the window, the restaurant was a microcosm of busy, of the perfect July evening in the city. Small and quaint, it was a favourite, special. From outside, from the sidewalk, the few tables were nothing more than cozy universes, illuminated by dim lights and boisterous laughter. 

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Girl Meets Secret Santa by Imaginarybird

Rating: G

Summary: Lucas uses a Secret Santa to get his moment with Riley. Pure Rucas Holiday fluff.

Notes: This takes place the Christmas of Riley and co.’s freshman year of high school, and is written off the idea that when the love triangle was resolved, Lucas and Maya decided that they were solely friends. Lucas and Riley did not get together but they are back to having their unofficial thing.

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you know what ive been thinking about a lot lately?

it’s not anything major… it’s just all of the small, soft moments. the domestic moments, the every day moments between jack and bitty. the little things that don’t really mean much at the time but when they think of them they remember just how they felt, the soft warm glow in their hearts, the feeling that every single choice they had made in their ENTIRE life has lef them up to that moment, THAT person

things like… the way bitty moves the moment he hears the knock on jack’s apartment door because bitty’s visiting for the week and they decide to stay in and order pizza and bitty gets up off the couch and answers the door and tips the delivery driver like he lives there, like it’s not even a question

or bitty wandering around jack’s apartment in socked feet, testing out jack’s hardwood floors with a spin every once in awhile as he moves to the music either playing in his head or over the speakers

what about the two of them sitting on the balcony at night just enjoying the warm breeze, a cool beer, and the pleasure of each other’s company as the world moves around them

or something like jack handing bitty a cup of coffee, just the way he likes it, as soon as bitty walks through the kitchen door, still half-asleep and barely even aware of his own name

the soft from-behind snuggles when bitty is baking, jack just burying his face in bitty’s hair and inhaling with no real intent behind it, just seeking the warmth and familiar smell that feels more like home in that ten seconds than any number of nights he’s spent alone in his apartment

how about the way jack is always touching bitty. a hand on the hip, on his lower back, the brush of a thumb across a cheekbone, thumb against knuckle, thumb against lip. hooking ankles underneath the table, pressing a kiss to the top of bitty’s head, on and on like jack’s starved for bitty’s touch and doesn’t even realize it and no matter how often it happens, each touch seems to make bitty’s heart impossibly fuller

what about the quiet conversations in bed as they cuddle up under the blanket, preparing for sleep. silly little jokes that have them both laughing until tears are streaming down cheeks. or confessions and stories that they can only talk about in the quiet safety of jack’s dark bedroom, the stories that conjure tears for entirely different reasons

going out to eat, running from the restaurant to the car afterwards because it’s pouring rain and theyre both dressed up but by the time they reach the car it’s pointless, theyre drenched and shivering but they cant stop giggling

or how about the simple way that jack looks at bitty every moment of every day… like bitty hung the sun, moon and stars. like he’s the light of jack’s life no matter the time of day, where they are, or how far apart they might be.

and how bitty returns that look right back

ok here’s the thing about the olicity flashback, it’s completely believeable to me that Oliver would not remember that or recognize felicity when he saw her again. His life is pretty fucking traumatic at this point and i’m sure there’s just more traumatizing shit to come in the next however many years are left in flashbacks til he ends up back in Starling. It makes sense that he wouldn’t remember that one little moment. So I’m ok with taking it for what it is, just a small moment that made him smile. It wasn’t life changing or earth shattering, like he didn’t look at her and go THERE SHE IS THE ONE THE ONLY, I SHALL REMEMBER HER FACE ALWAYS. 

That’s just my take on it, and honestly I’m just glad they didn’t actually MEET cause that’s what I was expecting.

My Superman

Superman is my favorite superhero since I was a little girl. I grew up watching Christopher Reeve’s movies as the Man of Steel. He was my first Supes, the one who made me fall in love with this character. And it’s been like this for more than 30 years.

Like I said I was just a little girl when I was introduced to him and from that moment on he became part of my life. Every single person who knows me is well aware of how Superman is important to me. For example, the duo Clark Kent and Lois Lane made me fall in love with journalism, so when I left my small town in the Central-West region of Brazil, as an young adult, I was following my dream, to become a journalist just like Lois and Clark. And I did.

But the purpose of this article isn’t to talk about me, the introduction was just to show the importance of this character in my life. What I really want to do here is to talk about Superman. So let’s start by quoting this: “People are afraid of what they don’t understand.”

In this sequence from “Man of Steel" (which I love it), we see Jonathan Kent expressing his deepest fear, the way the world will reject his son. And that’s exactly what we were able to witness in “Batman vs Superman: Dawn of Justice” (which I also loved it).

The world was not ready. Jonathan was right. They rejected him out of fear. And although a huge part of this planet saw Superman as a god or a savior, a bigger part of it felt like he was a threat, an enemy.  And that’s why Clark felt so devastated sometimes, seeking for words of wisdom and help from his mother Martha Kent or his girlfriend and partner Lois Lane. He was lost just like any of us feel sometimes in our lives. This is a human emotion, not an alien one. And his reaction of seeking for guidance in Lois and Martha is something we should love about him. Not to see as a weakness.

These two women are responsible for making him feel human, they are what ground him, they are his hope, his strength, and they make him feel like he belongs even when the whole world is rejecting him. Because of Martha and Lois, Clark is able to keep his faith in humanity even when humans themselves don’t trust him.

And that’s what I love about Superman, his ability to believe that people can be trusted, can be good, not matter what. Even in BvS, where we can see him struggling with the burden of being a hero, or to be seen as a god and not just a good guy trying to do the right thing, he does not stop believing that people are good. He’s taking a leap of faith with mankind every single time. And that’s so beautiful and pure.

There are some other things I would like to mention. In MoS we witnessed Clark finding out about who he was, learning about his biological parents, his planet, his own people. He discovered a lot about himself. In BvS we witnessed Clark helping the world he has chosen as his, the world that gave him a family in Jonathan and Martha Kent and the love of his life in Lois Lane. 

And by the end of the movie, when he sacrifices himself to save this planet, he’s making a choice based on what’s in his heart, his love for Lois (his world), for Martha, for Jonathan’s memory, for mankind, because that’s who Clark is. Someone who’s always going to put the people he loves and cares about first. And he loves his woman, his family and humanity with all his heart.

I would also like to take this opportunity to say that I understand and respect some of Superman fans that didn’t enjoy this new version of our beloved Man of Steel, and for that reason I’d like to ask for some respect and understanding in return. I have never followed Supes from the Comic Books, and this does not make me any less of a Superman fan.

I was introduced to this superhero with Chris Reeve’s iconic version of the character. He is my favorite, my first Supes, he will always be. But I also had fun with Dean Cain’s Superman, I dedicated 10 years of my life to Tom Welling’s portrayal of Clark Kent on Smallville, a TV show that I deeply love and miss every single day.  And I also cared about Brandon Routh’s version of my favorite superhero.

But it was with Henry Cavill’s version of this role that I fell in love even more with Superman. Henry is my second favorite Supes of all time. He’s just genuine in his love for the character and probably that’s why I adore him so much for the role. He understands the part he’s playing so deeply and I do love that, I think is beautiful.

Anyway, what I am trying to say after all these words and thoughts (and I wrote a lot, sorry) is that it doesn’t matter who is your favorite actor for the role, or your favorite version for the superhero, or if you are a comic book fan, or just discovered Superman because of the movies or the TV series, the most important thing is that you understand what Superman means, which is to inspire people to do the right thing, to do good, to be the best version of themselves.


*note that i’m really tired and this is just a small rambling of whatever comes to mind about the concert* ok so the fob concert was so great like #2 best moment of my life right under meeting dan and phil btw to the 4 girls who stopped me to tell me they loved my dan and phil shirt thank you you made the day even better and anyway beforehand i thought i had some chill but then the lights turned off and all of a sudden i was standing up screaming and they came out and later pete mentioned the marriage equality thing and i fucking lost it even more and they were so great and then when they were playing centuries and the we are the poisoned youth part came up and when i just kinda saw fob + an entire theatre of people clapping and screaming that line alongside of me i teared up and when the whole place went dead silent and they came crashing back with light em up for the encore i got even more pumped and god it was just really fucking great

The Chase||Closed with radioactivibee

@: a starter involving our muses in a car chase


*Blades let out a small whine as he flew forward as fast as his rotors would let him. He really didn’t like flying fast, it always made him feel like he was going to crash at any moment or lose control. He had to keep up with Bumblebee and the Vehicon they were chasing down, though. The ‘Con had nabbed a relic and they needed to get it back ASAP.*

::Bee, there’s a dead end up ahead If he can keep him on course, he’ll be cornered and we can get the relic back.::

I believe like a child that suffering will be healed and made up for, that all the humiliating absurdity of human contradictions will vanish like a pitiful mirage, like the despicable fabrication of the impotent and infinitely small Euclidean mind of man, that in the world’s finale, at the moment of eternal harmony, something so precious will come to pass that it will suffice for all hearts, for the comforting of all resentments, for the atonement of all the crimes of humanity, for all the blood that they’ve shed; that it will make it not only possible to forgive but to justify all that has happened.
—  Fyodor Dostoyevsky