living for their laughs

mom: you better get your shit together soon

me: well, not emotionally abusing me would be a start 

mom: what. this has nothing to do with your emotional state.

me:

Sometimes being is just not enough. It’s not the same as living. I’m not falling in love or laughing as much anymore which all in all leads to less smiles, less pictures with friends and family, less memories. I’ve got a list of books to read that is longer than my patience for myself, if I could I would leave myself in the other room or maybe in the next town over because we aren’t on the same page anymore. I go to sleep without clothes on so that I don’t have to strip anything off in the morning; I feel like I have been ridding myself of layers for so long- who I was, who I am, my dreams, and all of the possibilities fall to the floor like yesterday’s clothing. I want to help, but I can’t help myself. I want to live, really live, but the effort it takes to just keep breathing is becoming a burden.

anonymous asked:

I'm just imagining Harry and Draco as dads, having a "duel" for a three-year-old Scorpius, just casting the brighest and prettiest spells they know, while Teddy watches and makes his hair change to match the sparkles in the air of their living room. They're all laughing and afterwards Harry makes them all hot chocolate (except Draco, who always has coffee, for some godforsaken reason).

This is honestly the cutest thing ever! Just one things though, i’m almost certain Draco’s a posh tea person and Harry’s the coffee lover.

Draco/Harry

New drarry drabble written by @ordinarylittleme


Envy
Draco hated Harry. He hated how the Savior’s malachite eyes shone when he laughed, how he had so much to live for even when he was poor and abused. He hated how Potter had so many friends who liked him for who he was, not for his power.
But most of all, he hated how Harry made him feel. Emotion was never allowed in Malfoy heirs, after all.

Gluttony
Just another night, Draco tells himself, arching his back beneath Harry as he lets out a quiet, almost inaudible sound. Then they can act like it never happened, and go back to hating each other.
But another night won’t be enough, he knows. It’ll never be enough.

Greed
Draco knows that Harry wants a relationship, and he wants one so badly but he doesn’t want it with anyone but him. Every time they kiss Draco has a question lingering on his lips. It goes unasked, he satisfies his greed another way.

Lust
“Don’t stop,” Draco murmurs, his lips ghosting over Harry’s ear as he gasps aloud, and oh is it glorious, the thrill of possibly getting caught, the bliss that comes when Harry leans in to kiss him, biting on their lips as he breaks into a shudder.
And for a moment, Draco lets himself think, maybe it’s not just lust.

Pride
There are times when the three fateful words burn on the tip of his tongue, just aching to fly out; like the rare moments when Harry smiles at him or, more likely, when they’re both panting after another session and, briefly, silence reigns in the air. It’s so tempting to just say it, say “I love you”, and yet Draco knows Harry doesn’t love him(if he did he’d say so)so he bites his tongue for another day and ignores the disappointment that flits through those malachite eyes.

Sloth
“I’ll tell him tomorrow.”
And he never does.

Wrath
Rage floods through him.
Potter’s with someone else?
How could he?
Deep down, Draco knows Harry never saw him as anything more than a good time, a way to release the pent-up tension from after the war. Draco knows that he should let Harry be, and yet the glass in his hand is broken from the weight he placed on it.
He opens up another bottle, kicking the shards away and blinking away the red he sees.
He’d need a lot of alcohol.

My shot versus Obedient Servant

“You’ve got to be careful,”

Careful how you proceed, good man

 “you talk you talk you’re gonna get shot,”

 “I stand by what I said every bit of it. You stand only for yourself it’s what you do I can’t apologize because it’s true!’

“Give me a position show me where the ammunition is!”

Weehawken. Dawn. Guns. Drawn.


BONUS My shot is the first  time he does the  “I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory when’s it gonna get me in my sleep 7 feet ahead of me ifI see it coming do I run or do Iet it be is it like a beat without a melody see I never thought I’d live past 20 where I come from some half as many ask anybody why we live it fast and we laugh reach for a flask we have to make this moment last.” speech

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Bob & Ruth <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
‘Ain’t Them Bodies Saints’

EDIT:
Just found out that what Bob (Casey) is reading aloud there is actually a fragment from Shakespeare’s King Lear. It’s so fascinating how he reads it, so perfect for that character’s interpretation of things, very dreamy and carefree! Man, I just love this actor! :)) Here’s the part:

“Come, let’s away to prison.
We two alone will sing like birds i’ th’ cage.
When thou dost ask me blessing, I’ll kneel down
And ask of thee forgiveness. So we’ll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news, and we’ll talk with them too—
Who loses and who wins, who’s in, who’s out—
And take upon ’s the mystery of things
As if we were God’s spies. And we’ll wear out
In a walled prison packs and sects of great ones
That ebb and flow by the moon. “

THIS SO SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN THE FILM!!!!

NOT TODAY, TOMORROW, OR YESTERDAY DEMON the goodness of the Lord glory is where I stand you have way to much time on your hands just like the rest of the trolls lurking my blog we live, love, and laugh out loud on my blog we rejoice in the greatness of the most high along with the rest of the beautiful souls who follow me and lurk my blog you too busy deep invested in everything that Christopher does not me because I live a life I work two jobs getting my coins you to busy lurking ig for any attempts ships you see him with do me a favor stop viewing my blog your blocked so I don’t have to entertain a demon Robyn and Chris Good believe that I can referred him as her husband if I want too must’ve made you shit on yourself taking everything with emotions foh empty purse get some coins in your purse a 9 to 5 is available along with applications.

Tyler: I live for that laugh! I have done it since she was born but I’ll go behind her when she doesn’t realize & start sniffing like a dog by her ear & then I just start nibbling on her neck like a crazy person! What a blessed man that I am…being her father is the greatest honor that I will ever have. I love you my tootie fruitee monkey! #NovaleeReign

obsessiveshayme replied to your post: pieforbittle replied to your post: …

yeah, he, Geno, and Mario live in sewickley. Also, your rage about this is making me laugh. thanks.

obsessiveshayme replied to your postpieforbittle replied to your post: …

where is the article about this?

the article i’m referencing is this one but if you google “sidney crosby dmv” there’s a whole bunch of Hot Takes!!! the incident happened like nearly four years ago now