I need you here with me. I need you laying with me and rubbing my cheek, talking about how my eyes were the best thing you’ve seen and you can stare into them for centuries. Tell me you love me and stop me mid-sentence to touch your lips against mine. Show me you care even when I know you do. Make me want you the way I dream of it, the way I need it.
—  whoever comes to your mind, find them and don’t let them go
I wish I could stop looking at you in class with hopes that you actually might talk to me instead of glancing and looking away
I wish I could know what you say about me to your friends
I wish I could talk to you without getting nervous
I wish that when you talk to me, you’d look me in my eyes for more than a couple of seconds
It senior year and I wish alot of things for and about you
but a wish is not real
its something we want to happen, not that its going to happen
I just wish things would change
This Is How He Measures Up (Headcanon -- 003)

Alexander stands a mere 5′7.  

He is not a tall man, nor does he ever get as…rotund as some of his betters.

He tends to blame his slight size on the fact that he was ill as a child, but neither of his parents were terribly tall people.  He was destined to be short in stature.

you shouldn’t lay your
feelings down at my door, 
i don’t have any space for them.
i think that i’m looking for a 
hurricane, i think that i'm 
looking to burn my fingers 
on somebody’s fire. 
i don’t know what to do 
with a gentle love, with a kind love
that will hold my hair back when 
my neck gets too warm and wipe 
down my hands after i’ve gotten 
covered in honey from chasing 
after a sticky, troubled love.
i’m looking for that look in someone’s
eyes when they want to tear me apart
and hold onto me too tightly.
and so i’m sorry gentle love,
i can’t burn through you like you
need me to, you’re better off laying
down your feelings at someone
else’s door.
—  and i’m sorry that your love is too kind, too gentle

i was making fun of my coworker and he looked me dead in the eye and said “i know youre all emo and shit but that hurts” and im losing my mind

Anything For You // Jack Maynard One Shot

Hey guys! So this is my first JM one shot. I really hope you like it. I spent more than a week on it. I’m quite proud of it and I hope you guys like it as much as I do and if you like it, PLEASE SHARE! I’d really appreciate it. Thank you!

Imagine: Y/N and Jack are best friends but Y/N has an abusive boyfriend named David, that Jack hates. When Jack and Y/N gets into an argument about David, they both realize how deep they fell for each other without even knowing. 

“Jack I told you, I’m fine. There’s nothing to worry about. It’s just a flesh wound.” Y/N explained to him as she watched him open an antiseptic packet. Jack stopped in his tracks, giving her the ‘are you f*cking serious?’ look.

“Don’t give me that look.” Y/N rolled her eyes at her overprotective best friend.

They’ve been friends since they were 17 when Y/N was visiting Brighton because her cousin Asia lived there. Something clicked when they first met; it was quite indescribable. Jack always said that it felt like they’ve been friends for forever and Y/N agreed.

Maybe it was Jack’s gorgeous smile that could light up a room or his mesmerizing blue eyes that took your breath away. Either way, Y/N always felt drawn to him but really didn’t know why.

Y/N was always grateful to have Jack in her life but sometimes, it felt like there was more between them. They’ve been friends for so long, Y/N dismissed the idea of every being seen as more than a friend to Jack. Ruining a great relationship between one of the most important persons in her life was the last thing Y/N wanted. So she kept her mouth shut, not knowing that she wasn’t the only one that felt that way.

“Jack, I said I’m fi-ow!” Y/N cried out in pain.

“Clearly you’re not Y/N.” Jack argued as he finished patching up her deep wound. “This cut is as deep as the bloody River Thames! When are you going to leave that abusive piece of sh*t?” Jack asked, his already deep voice raising as he put a bandage over Y/N’s forehead and shoulder.

“I’m really f*cking tired of you bad mouthing him!” Y/N turned to him, exhausted from constantly going down this road with him every-day. Y/N knew that Jack didn’t like David, Jack made it known the day he met him. He called it, having “bad vibes”. It was complete bull crap but Y/N was used to it. David was always a sensitive subject between the two because it ended in arguments more often than not.

Jack could feel the anger boiling through his body. He couldn’t believe what he had heard. Was she completely mental? “You can’t be f*cking serious?” He asked in disbelief. “He hits you, calls you out of your name and constantly cheats on you! He’s a manipulator and an abuser!” Jack yelled, following after Y/N as she limped over to the couch. Another “love tap” David gave her last week.

Trying her best not to show that she was still sore from last week when David came home drunk again, she turned to Jack. Y/N could feel her throat growing dry at the sight of a red faced Jack. His jaw clenched over and over under his smooth olive skin. Y/N heart raced as Jack’s once bright blue eyes darkened by the minute. They both sent fear through her but also sent a thrilling chill coursing through her body and she had to admit, she kind of like it.

“He’s not that bad Jack. I just caught him on a bad day.” Y/N shrugged.

“Wow. This is un-f*cking believable!” Jack shook his head and chuckled. “How many more punches do you have to get before you’re in the hospital? How many more tears do you have to shed before he mentally scars you for life? How many more times do I have to see your body battered and beaten before you end up in a bloody casket Y/N?” Jack yelled, his loud voice vibrates through Y/N and the walls of his apartment.

Y/N found herself speechless and not knowing what to say. Y/N just wanted all of the fighting to stop. Fighting with Jack was the last thing that Y/N wanted. She absolutely hated it.

“I’m sorry you feel that way Jack but David’s my boyfriend and not yours. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m not the stupid insecure teenager I was years ago. I’m 21, a damn grown woman and I can take care of myself.” Y/N tried her best to sound confident but with her voice cracking, Jack could see right through it.

Y/N could feel Jack’s eyes burning through her as he stood in front of her motionless, without one syllable falling from his lips. Y/N exhausted her best efforts with the mental war in her head telling her to look back at him, she ignored them and started walking to the door to leave.

Just as Y/N wrapped her hand around the cold brass doorknob, the timber of his voice sent a shiver soaring through her veins. “Y/N. Please don’t leave. I’m sorry. I just want you to be safe.”

Reluctantly, Y/N turned around to see the tear filled eyes of her best friend. A best friend that Y/N knows she’ll be lost without. Y/N could feel her heart breaking to see Jack in this unhealthy state. It broke Y/N even more to know that she was the cause of it.

“I don’t want to have to bury my best friend. Please don’t make me have to Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I need you.” A gasp escaped Y/N mouth as Jack grabbed her by hips and pulled her flush against his warm body. The pungent scent of Jack’s familiar cologne wafted through Y/N clogging her senses and clouding her mind. Just as like the magnetic pull between Y/N felt when they first met years ago, it was back again and this time, Y/N knew she wouldn’t be able to ignore it.

“You deserve so much better. You shouldn’t have to deal with someone like him. You need someone who loves you and will treat you like the queen I know you are.” Jack gripped Y/N tighter, locking his beautiful blue eyes on Y/N, unable to look away even if he wanted to.

“And who would that be Jack? Who could possibly want a beaten, battered and weak little girl like me?” Y/N said, her voice cracking as cheeks became stained with each tear that fell.

Jack’s warmed breath fanned her cheeks as he leaned in closer. Soft hands caressed her cheeks and wiped away the fallen drops. His breathtaking eyes went from the delicate face he caressed to her eyes.  “Me.”

Y/N licked her drying lips and with a shaky voice said, “You love me?”

Jack eyes seemed to sparkle just a little more than normal as the corners of his mouth tilted upwards. “Since the day I met you Y/N, you’ve been all I can think about each and every day. You’re truly the most amazing and strong person I know. Through the passing years is when I finally realized how much you mean to me and how much I can’t be without you. You’re everything to me and if you would, please give me a chance? Let me show you I can be the man that you need in your world. That no one else can or will love you the way that I will. I promise y-“.

Without a second thought, Y/N connected her lips with Jack’s. Jack stood stunned for a moment before he wrapped his arms fully around her curvy body and kissed her back with more vigor. Y/N smiled into the kiss and returned the beautiful embrace.

Y/N felt as if she was floating on a cloud being in his arms. The thick scent of Jack’s Calvin Klein cologne invaded Y/N’s nose, making Y/N feel like she could bask in it forever. A gasp left Y/N’s lips as Jack trapped her in between his solid warm body and the door. The cold metal from Jack’s nose ring tickled Y/N’s nose as his thick tongue began to peruse Y/N’s mouth battling with hers.

Reluctantly, Y/N pulled away catching her breath. Eyes misty with drunken lust, Jack’s now dark blue eyes caught Y/N’s. “I guess that was a yes?” A lazy grin danced across Jack’s rosy lips as he waited for the answer he knew he was going to get anyway.

“What do you think Mr. Maynard?” Y/N giggled, rolling her eyes playfully.

Y/N quickly wrapped her arms around Jack’s neck, burying her face in his neck. “Thank you Jack, for never giving up on me.”

Just as quick as she hugged him, Jack could feel his neck becoming wet with Y/N’s tears.

Y/N was grateful that he didn’t say anything; but instead, wrapped his strong arms around Y/N and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“You’re welcome baby. I’ll do anything for you.”

�� ��

Reddit Joke.


So I recently moved into a new neighborhood and it’s a pretty nice area. After a couple of weeks, a moving truck pulls up and I realize there’s a new girl living in the house next to me. So I walk out and I notice that she’s all by herself.

Being the good neighbor I am, I go up and ask, “Hey, I see you don’t have any help. Do you need any help with moving your boxes inside?”

And keep this in mind, I’m like a 6/10 on good day while this girl is an easy 9/10. Like this girl can easily be a supermodel.

So I ask if she needs any help and she looks me dead in the eye with the nastiest grimace on her face and says, “Uh… No thanks, I’m good.”

“Well ok. No problem. If you need anything, just give a little knock on the door and I’ll come out.”

So a couple days go by after that failed attempt and this girl’s dumb, small chihuahua jumps over the fence and gets into my yard. So I’m thinking, “Ok cranky girl. Round 2, let’s go, we got this.”

So I take the dumb dog and I bring it over to her house and give the door a knock. She opens the door and with the biggest smile says, “OH MY GOD thank you SO MUCH! I don’t know what I would do without him. He’s like family to me. I’m so sorry that I was so mean to you the other day. I was having a bad day and took it out on you and I’m so sorry. Please let me make it up to you and take you out to dinner.”

So I humbly accept and we end up going out to dinner that night. Now, we don’t have much in common. Like, I’m into video games and anime and she’s into all this white girl stuff like makeup, Starbucks, and all that other shit. But, we have a good time. And I mean, this girl is WAY out of my league so who am I to complain? So then we hang out more frequently, I visit her and she visits me and now I’m in a good relationship with this extremely hot chick.

A couple weeks go by, we continue this, and I see a moving truck come in from the other direction. I go out to greet the new neighbor and I see a cute girl come out of the moving truck. Now this girl is cute. She isn’t supermodel hot, but she’s cute. I would say she’s like a 7/10. So I go up to her and say, “Hey, I see you don’t have any help with moving your stuff in. Is it ok if I help?” Luckily, she says, “Yeah, sure. Um, take this box and put it in the living room. It’s the first room to the right, you can’t miss it.”

So I go to pick up the box and I realize that it’s labeled “Video Games.” The box wasn’t taped very well, so I peek into the box and I’m seeing some serious video games. I’m seeing Final Fantasy 7-9 black label, a mint copy of Illusion of Gaia. Like, what girl even knows what that game is!? So I ask, “Hey, is this a box of your boyfriend’s stuff?” and she responds with, “No, I don’t have a boyfriend. That stuff’s mine so make sure not to drop it.” So now I know this girl is actually the coolest girl ever.

So I help the girl move her stuff in and we hang out afterwards. We go out to lunch and we hit it off. We ended up just talking about video games the whole time and it was amazing. Now I have a friend to talk nerd shit with and don’t forget, she’s a cute as hell 7/10. And I also have this 9/10 girlfriend with me. And again, I’m just a 6/10 so right now, I’m living the dream.

So a couple weeks go by and my girlfriend comes up to me and says, “Hey, so this may sound weird, but I don’t want you to hang out with that girl anymore. You’re spending a lot of time with her and I’m honestly a little jealous and I want you to spend more time with me.”

I tell her, “Well listen, why don’t you try to talk to her. If you like me, then you’ll like her and then we can all hang out and it’ll be great.” She says, “Well…alright. I guess I’ll give it a shot. I’ll try to talk to her tomorrow

So next day, my girlfriend comes up to me and says, "Uh, yeah you can’t see that girl ever again.”

“Wait, what? Why not? What happened?”

“Yeah she told me that you’re hers now and if I ever go near you again, she is going to kill me.”

“I think you’re overreacting a little bit. She doesn’t seem like that type of person”

“She told me, and I quote, that she is going to fucking murder me.”

“I can’t imagine that it’s that serious. I’ll try to straighten this out and go talk to her tomorrow.”

I go up to 7/10’s house the next day and give it a little knock on the door but nobody answers. I try the doorbell, nothing. Give her a call, text her, no answer. So then I call my girlfriend, try to tell her that she wasn’t there and I’ll try again tomorrow. But again, no answer. So I go over to her house, knock on the door and still no answer. Next day knock* knock* no answer and I don’t know what’s going on.

So day after day goes by and eventually, week after week and I’m getting nothing. I put in the missing persons but nothing turns up. I call their family and friends and they know nothing. And after weeks of all this, I just give up.

Then I turn the news on one day, and I see the 7/10 girl getting carried away in handcuffs. And, she’s covered in blood from head to toe. She’s screaming and yelling at the camera saying, “She’s dead, you’re next.” A couple days go by and the autopsy reports are coming in, and its all over the internet. Apparently, not only did she kill my gorgeous 9/10 girlfriend, but parts of her were missing. Chunks of her arms and legs were gone and it seems that the 7/10 girl ate parts of my girlfriend. Bit and chewed into her.

Now I’m thinking to myself that I had the two most amazing girls in my life. And I’m here, 6/10, just worried out of my mind because I can’t get the image out of my head of her screaming into the cameras saying, “She’s dead, you’re next. She’s dead you’re next.” And I’m going crazy, I’m screaming and writing it in blood on the walls, “She’s dead, you’re next. She’s dead you’re next.” AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT DO DO ANYMORE.

And it raises the question: Why is 6 afraid of 7?

When your friend can sense your puns
  • Teacher:*to friend* Don't worry about it, it's in the past.
  • Me:*quickly tries to think of the perfect Lion King reference*
  • Teacher:*goes out of earshot*
  • Friend:*looks me straight in the eye*Shut up!
  • Me:*i didn't even get to say anything yet*

anonymous asked:

Morgan Help me! Im going to a 5h concert front row and i think i literally am going to die that night. I already freak out when i see a selfie from Lauren or the other girls i literally lose my breath, or when 🌓 touch pinkies i already die wth am i going to do if i see them in real life like up fucking close to the one and only 🌓 i think im gonna faint.If Lo is gonna look at me with those emerald eyes im going to hell come back to earth go to hell again and then go to heaven and die happily

Originally posted by dreaminglikeeinstein

It’s gonna be fine, you’ll have fun. Take a deep breath and chill yo self. <3

The Life We Live - Part 5

Part 5 of my original Chris Evans fic! You can find the first four parts on my The Life We Live Master List.

Warnings: A bit of jealousy, Swearing, Fluff

Synopsis: Candice Stan is an actress but she is also the younger sister of Sebastian Stan. One day she gets a call telling her that she has gotten a part in Captain America: The Winter Soldier. When she gets to set she meets Chris Evans and sparks begin to fly. What will the future hold for them? Will they give in to temptation or will they ignore the feelings? Only time will tell.

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