no really i laughed out loud

i think one of the most realistic scenes in season 3 is the one in ep 3 where Isak and Emma are talking about their favourite music on the couch, and Isak is showing off a bit. he’s been listening to a lot of nas. when you want to feel close to someone, you listen to their favourite music. it’s only been a week since Even introduced Isak to nas, but here he’s acting shocked that Emma hasn’t heard of him, illmatic is only like the best album ever made, come on, everybody knows that, ill as in ill and matic. this is just so relatable to me, because i feel he’s not really just talking about music or nas, he’s also talking about Even and Even’s music. he has this huge crush that he can’t say out loud, to anyone. he can’t talk about the way his eyes shine when he laughs, or the way he smells, or how funny his jokes are. the stuff that is on your mind all the time when you’re 17 and falling for someone, he can’t talk about any of it. he is alone. but he can talk about Even’s music. he can brag about Even through nas. oftentimes people try to appear knowledgeable about music when they want to make an impression on someone, but Isak’s not trying to impress Emma because Emma is already too impressed. he’s trying to distance himself from her. he’s sitting on the couch with Emma, yet all his thoughts are on Even. so he tells Emma about nas because he can’t tell her about Even. these seemingly mundane yet emotionally revealing scenes are one of the reasons i love this show.

I just feel… empty. There’s no overwhelming sense of joy or even simply being happy. There’s also no pain or suffering, and I don’t even feel sad. I just feel empty. There’s no way to describe it. It’s as if I exist but I’m not living. I am here but my soul is somewhere else.

-Am I really alive?


Guys have you seen the new YOI art??? Because it’s great, but there’s just one thing I’d like to point out…

Victor’s got his hand on Yuuri’s shoulder there, but hey, Yurio’s got his entire elbow on Yuuri, and… well, is that really the most comfortable position? I mean he has to turn his whole head around to look at the camera. 

But then all I could think of was… *ahem*


Percy makes friends at a college party, but her intentions aren’t what he expects.

“Oh, thanks!” Percy smiles as the girl - Cassie? Casey? He thinks it’s Cassie, but the music was so loud when she introduced herself he couldn’t quite hear - hands him a fresh cup. “Just Coke, right?”

“Yeah,” she says, matching his smile with her own. “Though I still don’t get why you’re not drinking.”

He tries to subtly sniff the drink before taking a sip, just to be sure. It smells okay. “Not a fan,” he says by way of explanation, taking a small sip.

Cassie tags a swig from her own cup, gagging slightly as the vodka hits her throat. “Yeah,” she coughs, “I can - ah, I can understand that.”

He laughs, and she laughs too, and when Percy settles back against the wall she comes and stands next to him. 

She nods out at the crowd and says, “So, what do you think of the party?”

“It’s pretty fun,” he says, which is mostly true. He’d prefer to be back in his dorm, snuggled up in bed with Netflix on in the background and Annabeth curled up beside him. But, as far as college parties go, he thinks this one is all right. The music isn’t terrible, at least. “Although, to be honest, I don’t have that much experience with parties so I’m probably not the best judge.”

Cassie turns to him with a knowing look. “I thought you were shy, hanging out by yourself over here with that brooding expression.”

“Brooding?” he says, lips quirking up.

“Well, you’re not brooding now. But you totally were before.”

“I was not brooding.”

“You were.”

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Ten Years (Part 7)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,212 (excluding flashback)

Warnings: language, sarcasm, fluff, mentions of past cheating, drinking, potentially anxious situations

A/N: Tags are closed. Cue the drama. PS - some of your comments on the last chapter had me screeching, I love ‘em!

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

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Imagine Alec and Magnus on their first date and Magnus says something really funny and Alec laughs so hard that he accidentally lets out a huge, full on, loud snort and he claps a hand over his mouth and his cheeks are red and his eyes are wide and him and Magnus stare at each other for a few seconds before Magnus starts giggling profusely and then Alec starts laughing too and his laughter becomes softer and more breathy when Magnus intertwines their hands across the table and Magnus looks at him adoringly and says, “You just get cuter every day, don’t you?” and Alec blushes and stutters and bites his lip to control the almost insane grin on his face because wow, isn’t Magnus Bane just the most perfect man to ever exist? and Magnus rubs his thumb along the top of Alec’s palm and the two men continue to gaze fondly at each other, Magnus mentally making a note that he is going to do everything in his power to get Alec to laugh like that again

Yuanfen - Part 12 (END)

Characters - Bucky x Reader, Steve, Tesla

Word Count -  2253

Warnings - Language

A/N - It’s over!! Omg, ya’ll have no idea how happy I am that it’s finished. Also, something that I noticed while I was writing this part was that - this story was never really about love. It was never about Bucky and the reader. It was about Steve and the reader. Sometimes we go through things with our friends that tear us apart and we have to be the ones to decide if we value their place in our lives or if it’s time to just let go.

Yuanfen Masterlist

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“What are you talking about?” You asked, hearing your heart beating loud in your ears as a laugh rumbled through his chest, “Are you serious?”

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My AP gov teacher came up with the line “Maybe we found gov right where we are” and he was literally so proud of himself. It combines two of his favorite things. Government and Ed Sheeran.

Imagine the prophecy is fulfilled and Emma dies. Regina, grief stricken, buys a ouija board after seeing a movie about it and doing her own research.

“Emma Swan, I’m trying to contact Emma Swan. Are you here, Emma?”

Nothing happens for awhile and Regina sits in silence, holding her breath until slowly, the pendulum moves over the YES at the top of the board.

Regina releases a burst of air from her lungs. Skeptical though, Regina asks “How do I know it’s really you, Miss Swan?”

The cursor immediately flew to the NO on the board. Regina furrowed her eyebrows. “No? No what?”

The cursor moved again, down the alphabet. Regina read each letter out loud. “D O N T C A L L M E T H A T.”

“Don’t call me that.” Regina was confused for a moment until she realized she has just called Emma “Miss Swan”. She knew Emma hated it. She laughed lightly though tears pricked her eyes. The stupid idiot. “I’m sorry, Emma.”

She was here. Her Emma was truly here. Even though Henry had told her his other mother had never left, that she was always with them, Regina needed this confirmation. She needed this sense of closeness. She also needed to know why. Why Emma had beat her own fate, her own prophecy and then jumped in front of the sword that was destined for Regina. That idiot.

“You’re an idiot.” Regina said, choking back her own tears. Willing herself not to show this weakness. But she had mourned too long silently, keeping this all to herself. Emma was the one she shared everything with and now she was gone. Until now. Kind of.

The pendulum moved to the “YES” after Regina called her an idiot which forced the tears down Regina’s cheeks.

“Why did you do that, Emma? Why did you not let me die?”

The pendulum moved across the board.

“H E N” Regina cut it off, suddenly frustrated, her emotions getting the best of her. “Oh, don’t you dare say Henry Emma Swan or I swear to god.”

The pendulum stayed still and Regina tried to collect herself. Deep breaths. Finally, the curser began to move. “I H A D T O.”

“I had to.” Regina repeated. She pinched the bridge of her nose. Leave it to Emma to tip toe around giving her clear answers, even in death.

Regina sighed. She needed to know. She had heard the Pirate going off on a drunk rant at Granny’s a few weeks after Emma’s death, about how he knew all along that Emma would always choose Regina over him, that Emma would always love Regina more than she loved him. It hit Regina like a punch in the gut, been gnawing at her brain ever since. She had loved Emma Swan. Deeply. But the idea of the other woman ever returning those feelings felt so foreign to Regina she never felt the need to bring it into fruition. Until now.

With shaky breath Regina finally asked, “Was it because…. you loved me?”

The electricity in the room changed, the atmosphere feeling charged in only a way Emma Swan could make it feel around Regina. The pendulum stayed still but Regina knew Emma was still with her. Stubbornly still with her.

“I’ll ask you again, Em-Ma, did you sacrifice yourself for me because you love me?”

Slowly, the pendulum moved, the sound it made as it crossed the board was so loud in that moment it was almost deafening.


“Yes.” There were the tears again, freely rubbing down Regina’s face as she openly sobbed now. Openly mourned the loss of the woman she loved and the ending to her story that once again ended in tragedy.

“Since when?” Regina sniffed.


Regina choked on a sob. “I am so sorry, Emma. So, so sorry. I love you, too. Please know that. I know…. I know I always called you an idiot but truly, the only idiot here is me. I’m so sorry, Emma. I love you too. I always have and– and probably always will. Will you ever forgive me?”

Without hesitation the curser moved to the YES.

Another sob escape just in time for the front door to slam and for Henry’s voice to echo through the house, “Mom!? You here?!”

“Our son and his timing.” Regina really wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Emma yet. There wasn’t enough time. There never was enough time.

Emma seemed to understand, the air around Regina felt calming, understanding, safe.

The curser began to move.


Regina smiled for the first time in the long weeks since that night. “You remembered.”

“A L W A Y S” Emma spelt before moving the cursor over GOODBYE.

yooo this fic, Cause You’re My Favorite Hue by @burrn is freaking great. The quote above was probably a random line but it just made me laugh out loud. The premise of the fic itself is cool and I really like the writing too. I have another fanart for it in the works that i’ll post sometime tomorrow. 

*this one is in black and white but the one tomorrow certainly wont be lmao

I learned so much reading your messages yesterday (and today). Momo wanted to get outside while I sat and scrolled. I learned that most of us share a love for animals. That you’re new mothers and expecting mothers. That you’re worried about the state of the world. That you’re upset about injustices. But also that you’re taking care of yourselves. That you’re taking time for yourselves. I laughed out loud and even cried a bit because you shared some pretty heartfelt stuff.
A friend reminded me recently about the taking care of yourself thing. I’ve been learning about and working on this for the past many months. Because if we don’t take care of ourselves, how will we take care of everyone else? It really begins with you.
My biggest struggles have been letting go of bad habits and starting good ones. I guess the whole idea is to replace the bad ones with the good ones. Kind of like replacing that slipper your dog is chewing on with a bone or a ball.
Taking care also means to disconnect, to go for another walk. Write, read, rest, and rally. We need your strength to fight for equality, to not normalize hate. Talk to a stranger and listen to their perspective no matter how different it is. Start a project, join a project, join a march, and raise your voice. I’m there with ya every step of the way.

No | Lin-Manuel Miranda

Title: No
Author: Clara
Character: Lin-Manuel Miranda
Warnings: v mild cursing
Summary: Inspired by one of my favourite tweets ever from Troye Sivan which says “The guy at starbucks asked for my name to write on my drink but I didn’t hear him properly so I just smiled and said no”
Note: I very rarely go into cafes and coffee shops so I don’t really know how they work tbh so my bad if I got anything wrong also this is like my second time writing for lin and this was written VERY early in the morning so forgive me if it’s shitty. Tagging my fave Lin writers who you should 100% check out if you haven’t already @manuelmiranduh @gratitudejoyandsorrow @alexanderhamllton

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This album is so epic. B.A.P has outdone themselves. Every song is so frigging distinctive in sound, feel, and mood. EVERY song is out of this world amazing. I’ve never jammed this hard to ANY B.A.P album ever.

They included everything from trap, electronic, opera, indie/acoustic, rock–

I cannot.

I’m literally laughing out loud because I’m so astonished by the content. Like, I don’t even know what to say. B.A.P, you’re really frigging something. Madness.

i had a dream where i was at a cafe and it was raining and i saw calum walk in and sit a few tables away from me and he was like sad and quiet and didnt order anything he was just looking out the window like the emo bith he is and i ushered a waiter over and asked him to get calum a coffee and when i gave the money i also gave a note that said ‘leak the full version of teenage queen’ and the waiter put the note on his coffee and gave it to calum and when he read it he laughed so loud and so hard and he wasnt sad anymore and i can still hear his laugh and i really love calum :(