what started as kind of a joke snowballed into >this edit< then i went on a crusade to make percy look his age in all the official portrait art. i found all the official photos via the wiki. (edit: pls view the percabeth one at full size)
“I was a really nervous kid. I was extremely sensitive. Incredibly perceptive. I think I was very keen to preempt anything that didn’t feel good. I hope this doesn’t come off as corny, but it really helped me be an actor. I mean, when I was a kid, I felt like I was this skin-covered antenna. And I could never get this antenna down. I was so aware of everything around me. I would watch people—looking for signs of danger all the time. It was so acute that I really was able to jump into other people’s skin. When I was 13, I parlayed that passion into a means to escape.”
What she really means :I'VE JUST GONE THROUGH THE SEBASTIAN STAN TAG AND I'M SHITTING MY PANTS, LOOK AT HIS HAIR. AND HE'S GROWING FACIAL HAIR AND I'M CRYING. SO MUCH BUCKY. I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS ABOUT BUCKY. IS HE OKAY. IS HE EATING WELL. WHAT DOES HE DO WHEN HE GET'S A BOO BOO. IS HE WARM AT NIGHT? I KNOW STEVE IS STILL REALLY WORRIED.
Calum Hood was born happy. Baby of his family, he did his best in the circumstances he was given and stayed happy. He knew he would grow up to be a power plant worker as his parents were, having already started training as a system analyst. The Hunger Games hadn’t affected Calum’s life much. Of course, there was always fear on the Reaping Day and a feeling of lost when he bid goodbye someone he had grown up with, but it had never effected him personally.
It wasn’t until it was his Reaping that he registered exactly how much fear the boys in his place before him felt, watching their own mothers crumple in their fathers arms, sobs ripping through the crowd from his family. After a moment to try to hug and kiss the tears from his mother’s and sister’s eyes, he was whisked away to the Capitol. They immediately started prepping him, not noticing how the light had gone from his eyes, and had him training with an old Victor. Despite how he assumed he would die instantly, once in the Arena he survived the initial bloodbath at the Cornucopia and joined ranks with boys from Districts 3 and 8 in their small treetop camp.
Bellamy and Clarke fall through a sheet of ice into a cave, where they have to find a way out since where they were drowned out their distress signals for help. Without the right equipment, little food, and temperatures below freezing it was inevitable they would die fairly quick. They need to work together to survive before the mountain takes them like it has the others before them.
hi guys~ since i hit my goal, 10k followers, the other day, i decided it was finally time for a new follow any day. i really want to say thanks to everyone who follows my blog. to my old followers, i know it’s gone through a lot of changes over time and you probably find that annoying but you stuck with me any way and that makes me feel so lucky to have all of you. to my new followers, thank you guys for finding my blog worth the follow despite my crappy gifs and edits and my dumb tags. i especially want to give thanks to all my followers who helped me with the kcon contest the other day because without you guys, i never would have won. ;u;
also, i want to give thanks to all the wonderful blogs i follow. you guys have kept my dash alive and full of your amazing posts for the past few months. whether it’s because you make flawless gifs, of perfect edits, or you reblog a lot of posts that i’m interested in, or maybe just because you have an amazing personality, i really enjoy having you on my dash and i’m definitely not unfollowing any time soon.
so without further ado, i’ll get to the actual follow any day. i’ve listed blogs in categories based on what i followed you for, which may not be all you post or all i like/reblog from you, but it’s just what i initially followed you for. the misc category is for blogs who i may not reblog from often or may not be in the same fandoms as, but i love having you guys on my dash regardless for one reason or another.
bold: favorite blogs, if there’s a * by your name, then i wrote a short message for you~
I’ve seen it. You on Good Morning America. You’re a big thing now. Touring city by city. Travel by day, perform by night.
Do you ever remember the moments we shared?
Remember when I met you? You were so shy and cute. We had this awkward hug over a table that many of our friends teased about. I didn’t mind it. I don’t know what I’d do if you wouldn’t have said hi.
Remember our first collab? The one direction and tumblr tag video. It was a stupid thing, really, but funny altogether. When the troyler tag was filled with humorous edits and heartwarming comments about our friendship. It was clear though that it wasn’t just a friendship. We had this connection that nobody could compare.
Remember when we hung out with our British friends? Everyone around would call us “troyler” because of how close we were.
Everyone’s otp was troyler.
That was the day we officially started dating.
I remember when we were just on our bed, hugging each other close. Everyone else was sleeping, but something kept me up.
I turned to face you. Your eyes were wide open, staring at me with those bright blue eyes.
You kissed me.
It wasn’t anything like i had felt before. None of my ex boyfriends could compare. I don’t know how to describe it without being cheesy. It was basically the most amazing feeling.
Remember when we filmed the boyfriend tag? I said I’d post bloopers and I did. What it didn’t include was us making out in between each question.
Remember when we went to Italy? We were inseparable. The way you held me close to your chest at night made me feel like I wanted to stay in that position forever.
Remember digifest? Or something that’s more distinctive: troyler kiss.
The fans went crazy. I too went crazy. I thought we agreed to fake it.
But you kissed me anyway.
I don’t know what happened after that. After may. In June, you grew distant. You didn’t talk to me as much anymore. But I didnt think much of it. You said you were very busy with the ep.
I promoted you as much as I could. I talked about you in every single collab I had in auguest. When your ep finally came out, it was immediately a success.
It was then in September that I’ve noticed that you were still very distant. Ever since he came out, you never talked to me. Sometimes I’d lie awake at night, by myself, thinking about what I could’ve possibly done wrong.
Each night I slept alone.
The fans started noticing it too. They saw you hanging out with him. They no longer shipped me and you. They shipped you with him.
The troyler tag was no longer filled with happy edits about us. It was filled with him.
All around I’d see imagines, edits, and people shipping you and him. It was all about you and him.
The next day, you broke up with me.
You said we have grown apart. That it wasn’t my fault it was yours. You said that we didn’t have that connection anymore. You said that you weren’t happy anymore. You said you were happier with someone else.
Do you remember how broken I got? I didn’t post for a month. How you just broke up with me. I didn’t leave my house. I’d stay in my bedroom every day, every night, just thinking.
Thinking about how much pain you had caused because you didn’t love me, you loved him.
That video of you on Good Morning America show made me miserable. Everyone was happy because he had proposed to you on live tv.
So I wonder if you lie awake at night thinking about all our memories together. A small part of me wishes that you do.