one more night with my city girls

Give Me Polyamorous Power Couple Hamliza Or Give Me Death

~Eliza growing up having constant crushes on both men and women and trying to articulate what she wanted to Angelica but never being able to explain it the way she wanted

~When she’s in a relationship: “I want her” “But you’re dating Peter” “I want him too” “But you have to choose” “Why do I have to choose?” When she’s not in a relationship: “Ooh, Liza’s got a crush! Spill it!” “Well, there’s Arthur and his girlfriend, and Sally and her girlfriend, and Jason, and Mary…” “Whoa whoa whoa, slow down, how many crushes can you have?” “Shush, I’m not done”

~When she meets Alexander and quickly falls into her most serious relationship ever she expects the multiple crush thing to stop (Spoiler alert: it doesn’t)

~Eliza feels like a horrible girlfriend because she’s so happy with Alex but then Susan from work will start up a conversation with her in the break room and she’s instantly all heart eyes

~Tearfully she admits it to Alex one night and he’s thrilled because “no there’s nothing wrong with you I promise!!!! You’re just polyamorous!!!!”

~They spend the rest of the night talking about it

~Eliza needs some time to adjust since she’s spent so much time trying to push it aside that she doesn’t really know what else to do but Alex is very helpful

~The first time she tells him about Susan he’s instantly chanting ask her out over and over until she’s laughing and blushing at his antics

~Half a year later and Eliza is subtly sending Alex updates from her dates while he sends her multiple thumbs up emojis and does the same with his own

~She also sets up him and Angelica and when Angelica gets confused about it she’s like you need to stop sacrificing yourself, let yourself be happy

~They share embarrassing stories about him with each other

~He meets John and them after Eliza in this one and it’s all separately

~Hercules comes first because Eliza’s father invited them to a fancy dinner party and Alex needs a suit and since he’s not well educated on these things yet she comes along to help

~Hercules is instantly smitten with Alex and Alex is instantly 😍 because “Eliza look at him!!! He looks like a damn quarterback but he’s so sweet and gentle!!!!” “Either you ask him out or I will”

~Hercules not-so-subtly likes guiding Alex around even though he thinks he’s being smooth

~“Alex there was really no point for him to put his hands on your waist like that, he could’ve told you to just move to the side one step” “… Yeah but did you see how well they fit there he could probably lift me up so easily” “Wow you’re so easy” “Do I need to bring up that cute barista the other day” “pLEASE DO WE HAVE A DATE THIS WEEKEND”

~By the end of the time there Alex is going out to lunch with a pleased but confused Hercules and Eliza is eagerly awaiting every cute picture and text

~From then on he has to deal with both Eliza and Alex stealing his clothes but he can’t really fight since they both look so cute in his sweaters

~The rest come really quickly after that

~Lafayette meets Hercules before the others because they come in requesting a special dress to be made and Hercules is Gone

~“You… You want a dress with a full skirt… But when you pick at a stitch on it the dress falls down into a ball gown?” “Yes, exactly!” “Can I ask why?” “Why? Well, chéri, it’s because I must ensure that I always am prepared for any eventuality and at the top of that list is a need to always look beautiful but entirely unattainable. Oh, that reminds me! It needs to be floor length with my being in eight-inch heels, I have a pair with me so you can measure accurately” “Oh holy shit”

~It takes them exactly one weekend to be brought into the relationship (Alex sees them and instantly is stunned into silence, Eliza flirts and within two minutes they’re already co-conspirators)

~John is next and he struggles with his sexuality and anything that comes from it so he’s very much in the closet when they meet

~John and Alex immediately are best friends and Alex tries asking him out but John very quickly refuses him and Alex takes a step back

~The combined power of the four of them helps to bring John out of his shell even though he’s very shy about it all so they’re respectful and let him suggest everything and move their relationship forward in his own time

~The first time he asks to spend the night with all of them there’s a little fight over who gets to sleep next to him

~Eliza and Hercules win, Lafayette and Alex pout

~Aaron and Theodosia Burr AKA Theo, Eliza, and Lafayette kill and the rest of them are literally powerless against them

~Dates are really fun with them because now there’s enough people to go on group dates and everyone can have a supposed other instead of it being just the mess of them (They still do it as the whole of them, its just more fun to have the people think they’re all separate couples then watch as they get more affectionate as the night goes on)

~Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the Washingtons

~George favors Alex and Laf, Martha favors Eliza, Angelica, and Theo, George is platonic with John, Hercules, Aaron, and the girls, Martha is platonic with everyone but her girls and sometimes Alex and Lafayette (She likes showing off that she’s perfectly capable of stealing them away from him but is graciously letting them stay with him. George jokes back and tries to rally Laf and Alex to joke too but they need time to come back to that plane of existence)


~Eliza and Alex get so many kisses and cuddles since they’re the heart of it all

~Alex dragging everyone outside to look at the stars

~Lots of hot chocolate when Alex drags them outside

~Lots of spiked hot chocolate when they think Martha isn’t looking

~She totally knows since John keeps giggling but she let’s them have fun


~Eliza starts flirting with him to bug Alex

~Eventually she starts flirting with him for Alex no matter what he says

~“Look at the tension good god” “Betsey I swear…”

~Eliza has a near constant stream of frustrated texts from George

~“Eliza I’m suffering” “What is it this time, dear?” “They’re arguing again and they look two seconds away from making out” “I’m working on it. Have patience” “I can’t have patience anymore I can’t have meetings because this happens in every one”

~All the hate sex

~All the Jeffmads+Alex hate sex (I would include Aaron but the frustrations are over Washington but Aaron knows why Alex is favored by him and has worked out his own balance with George so he’s not jealous)

~Alex pulls them into the dynamic and they finally understand

~George doesn’t mind them finding out, he’s just glad the tension is gone (Though he has cut more than a few work days short because he walked in on them fucking on his desk because Alex wanted to tease him and he can’t handle that so he just walks out)

~There’s multiple incidents where they try to tease Angelica but she is Not Having It and takes great joy in showing them why

~Angelica Schuyler is my queen she wouldn’t handle any bullshit from them


~Elizabeth “If you touch one hair on my girl’s head I will personally kick your ass from here to California don’t test me” Schuyler

~Obviously she moves in with them immediately and spends every night sleeping between Alex and Eliza

~When things become too much in the city Eliza and her take a trip down to Mount Vernon for a girls-only retreat

~Maria and John never start a romantic relationship but they hit it off very quickly since they’re both abuse survivors (Her with James, him with his father) and John is more healed than she is but there’s wounds he’s still licking and sometimes its nice to just spend the day in silence with someone who understands that company is more important than conversation

~Eliza and Alex creating a crazy huge family for themselves which has confusing interconnecting romantic and platonic relationships but they love it so much they can’t describe it

~Whenever anyone asks about it Alex shows them the graph he’s made for them all

~Everyone has a specific color and one poor soul asks why he chose those colors and spends the next 45 minutes listening to him talking about why each of his signifs was given that very color choice

One Line Hamilton Parodies

“Oceans Rise, Empires Fall, Next to Hamilton They All Look Tall”

“Hey there Eliza what’s it like in New York City, Girl I’m A Million Miles Away and Laurens is here With Me”

“I’m in dire need of assistance… From anyone but Burr”

“I can’t believe you cheated on my sister with someone other than me”

“Why it’s the middle of the night, so get the fuck out of my face before I shorten this damn play by fifteen songs”

“Tomorrow they’ll be more of us - but Laurens can’t get pregnant - LET’S TELL THE STORY OF TONIGHT”

“But if you had to choose, if you had to choose - I’d choose to get left the fuck alone my son just died”

anonymous asked:

I have my first crush on a girl and it's awesome. Also, thank you for being such an awesome person. One more thing, do you think that Alex and Maggie ever drive to the desert or someplace outside of the city and stare up at the sky and talk about nothing all night, just for a break from life? Thanks again!

Ofc course they do.

The first time they go, Alex just picks Maggie up on the back of her bike after Maggie’s had a long, rough day on the job. She doesn’t say anything other than, “wanna go for a ride?”, and Maggie immediately accepts the spare helmet she’s holding out for her, because there’s no need for any other words.

Maggie guesses that Alex drives for maybe three hours, always sticking to long, winding roads, always taking the routes that avoid traffic lights, traffic signs. Always taking the routes that avoid human beings.

Because sometimes, Maggie likes aliens better than humans, and this? This, Alex knows, is definitely one of those days.

So she takes her out way past the city limits, DEO’s old spot in the hills. Takes her out into the desert, takes her out far enough to get away from lights, from sound, from any people, alien or human.

Far enough away so that the only lights are the headlight on her bike, the stars starting to peak out of the increasingly velvet sky.

Far enough away so that the only sound is the soft roar of her Ducati’s engine, the wind whipping past their helmets.

Far enough away so that the only people are the two of them, the only people are present in the way Maggie’s arms wrap snug around Alex’s waist, the warmth of Maggie’s body pressed against Alex’s back, leaning into every curve, of her body and of the road, the thoughts, the love, the appreciation, passing between their bodies like oxygen that they’d starve without.

“Alex,” is all Maggie breathes when Alex finally pulls over and tugs off her helmet, her eyes not on the beauty above her, but on the beauty in front of her.

Because Maggie is holding her helmet slack at her waist and her perfect lips are parted and her eyes are wide and her head is tilted back because the stars, now, are endless, are infinite, are… everything.

Alex smiles and doesn’t bother trying to keep her lip from trembling as she slips off her jacket and puts it on the ground next to her bike, sitting and taking Maggie’s hand, drawing her down, drawing her close, drawing her head down to rest on a pillow made of Alex’s arm, of Alex’s love.

Neither know how long they lay in silence together, and neither cares.

Occasionally, one of their hands will shoot up and point, to make sure the other doesn’t miss the random meteors that soar over them, dying embers on a canvas of dying plasma.

Occasionally, they’ll see the same meteor at the same time, and they’ll both point, and they’ll both exhale a small laugh, and their fingers will intertwine as they bring them slowly back to earth.

Occasionally, they’ll be tempted to tell the other that they’ve always wished on shooting stars, and right now, there is absolutely nothing to wish for.

Because they have absolutely everything.

Alex thinks about telling Maggie of all the nights alone, and with Kara, and alone, on her roof in Midvale.

Maggie thinks about telling Alex of all the nights alone – just alone – in the back of her pickup in Blue Springs.

And they will, they will.

They will.

But right now?

Right now, the stars do the speaking for them.

Right now, the stars tell them everything they need to know about what it means to, finally, be home.

Red Strings of Fate

Pairing: You/Dean Ambrose

Summary: Jon Moxley was a one and done kinda guy. Relationships weren’t his thing. How he finds himself in one is a complete mystery to him.

A.n. This is angst city because i can’t seem to write Mox happy. Also another special thanks to @wweobsession1029 for as always holding my hand through the fic writing process and being encouarging.

They met like a love song. Eyes seeking each other across a crowded room. Smoke curling in the air and alcohol spilled over years clinging to their feet. Mox was usually a one night kinda guy, better that way for everyone involved but this girl. She was something special. She was for more than just a night, she was worth at least two or three.

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WD-40 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Could I please request a peter parker/reader fic where he sees you on the subway and is blown away and just HAS to get your number?

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 1,532

Warnings: Slight Swearing

A/N: Hello everyone! It has been a while but I AM BACK!!! I finally have time to write once again so I will try to update at least once a week! So sorry for the wait, and sorry if this one sucks, but here it is! FYI, (Y/E/C) means “your eye color.” If you would like to be added to my tag list, just let me know! Well, enjoy!!!

Tag List: @mp938368 @gcneral-organa @thatgirlsar


Originally posted by tomholland-trash

“Lousy piece of junk,” Peter grumbled, itching under his web-shooters. Trying to get his finger underneath the cuff, he tries to reach the release button to get those stupid things off.

“Dammit!” Peter groaned, looking down at his web-shooters in anger. This was just perfect, Peter thought as he kicked the bathroom wall in frustration. First I don’t catch the bad guy, and now they won’t come off.

Today was going great for Peter. School was amazing: he aced his Physics test, got an A on his project, and had pizza for lunch! Then he got word of a robbery happening a couple blocks away, so he slipped out of study hall to go take care of it. Everything was going great until his web-shooters broke and the robber got away. 

Sighing, Peter began to get his regular clothes out of his back pack. Changing quickly, Peter threw on his jacket, tugging the sleeves down to hide the cuffs. Walking out of the bathroom, he realized just how far away he was from home. 

“This is just great,” Peter grumbled as he looked down at the broken web-shooters in disdain. His own personal thunderstorm following in tow, Peter trudged down the nearest subway steps. Paying for a ticket back to Queens, Peter boarded the train and sat down with a huff. Taking out his headphones, Peter let his music flow through his ears as he tried to figure out why his web-shooters broke. 

Train slowing down at the next stop, Peter barely raised his eyes to the oncoming flow of travelers. Looking back down at his jacket-covered wrist, he once again began to itch under the cuffs. Just what exactly happ-

“Um, excuse me?” A voice interrupted, pulling Peter out of his thoughts. Looking up, he sees you, (Y/H/C) pulled back into a messy bun as you held onto this box before you, looking at Peter. 

“Uh, yeah?” Peter asked, voice cracking. Dammit, Peter thought. Already embarrassing myself.

Smiling down at him, you nod to the seat next to him. “Can I sit? There’s no other spots.”

“Oh, uh, sure!” Peter stumbled out, grabbing his back pack off the seat next to him. Smiling brightly, you sat down next to him. Peter, a bit nervous that such a beautiful girl had sat next to him, began to itch under his web-shooters once more. 

Getting more and more frustrated at the cuffs, Peter looked up and began to look around him. Eyes falling on the box in your lap, Peter didn’t realize that he began to stare.

“So,” Your voice interrupted, causing Peter to quickly straighten up and blush. “What’s your name?”

“Peter,” he responded, continuing to blush. “What’s yours?”


“Well, (Y/N),” Peter started, eyes still focused on the mysterious box. “What’s in there?”

“Oh!” You replied, taking off the lid. “It’s my science fair project.” Pulling out the project, Peter’s eyes widened at the sight before him.

“Are those-?”

“Yep. An exact replica of Spider-Man’s web-shooters,” You said with a smile, proudly showing off your invention. “Okay, well, not an exact replica. I made some improvements.”

“Improvements?” Peter asked, a little shocked that someone replicated his design and improved it.

“Yeah, whenever I tried to fire the web-shooters, the webbing got jammed in the spinneret nozzle. So, to stop the webbing from building up, I added a chemical reactant to dissolve the webbing when it built up. To make sure that the webbing didn’t dissolve all the time from the reactant, I added another switch near the trigger that way I could control when to use the chemical reactant. It works great, especially when you need to fix it fast.”

Eyes wide and brain reeling, Peter looked at the web-shooters in shock. 

“Wow, that ingenious!” Peter said shocked, scoring over the web-shooters in your hand. “Why did you make the web-shooters for your project? Why not just take the easy way out and make a volcano?”

Laughing, you placed the web-shooters back into the box. “That’s too simple. I needed to challenge myself. Besides, I owe Spider-Man.”

“You owe him?” He asked, looking into your (Y/E/C) eyes. 

“It’s a long story, but I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for him,”

“Y’know, I have to ride this train until Queens, and we have four more stops left. I have time,” Peter said with a smile. Nodding along, you continued your story.

“He saved my life. I was on a bridge driving home one day in a thunderstorm. The wind was so great that it knocked over a semi-truck. A car drove swerved to avoid hitting the semi and went over a puddle. The car then slid and crashed into my car. My car spiraled and almost went off the side of the bridge. Next thing I knew I saw this type of web shoot out and it pulled off my door. Before I could even react to that, another web stuck to me and I was pulled out of my car just as it went over the side. Spider-Man pulled me to safety and I never got to properly thank him for saving my life. So, as repayment, I’ve been making improvements to his design that way if I ever met him again one day, I could show him the improvements so he could be even better at his job.”

“That way he can save more people,” Peter added as he listened to your story, remembering that night well.

“Exactly,” you said with a smile. Shaking your head, you patted the box in your lap. “Kind of ridiculous to think that I would meet him again in this huge city. Well, a girl can dream.”

“I’m sure he would love to meet you again,” Peter said without speaking. Eyes flashing towards him, you look at him in suspicion. Realizing what he almost revealed, he began to backtrack. “I mean, uh, anyone would love to meet you again. I mean, uh, Spider-Man would probably greatly appreciate you making improvements to his design, and, uh-” 

“Yeah, right,” You replied with a laugh. “He would just love to meet me.”

“I’m sure he would,” Peter quickly responded. “I know I would.” Dammit, just shut up already!

Eyes lit up with amusement, you look over at him. “What did you say your name was again?”


“Well, Peter, this is my stop,” You say as you stand up. “It was nice meeting you.”

“Nice meeting you too,” Peter said in a daze, as he watched your retreating figure. Snapping out of his reverie, his eyes go wide. “Wait!”

Turning around, you look back, confused. 

Peter, pushing through all of the passengers, finally caught up to you. “Can I have your number?” He bravely asked, blush creeping up his neck.

Smiling back at him, you respond. “What for, exactly?” You ask, teasing him.

Blushing more prominently, Peter scrambles to come up with an excuse. “Well, uh, I write for my school newspaper?” He says hesitantly, before deciding to go with it. “Yeah. I write for my school’s newspaper and I’m putting together an article on Spider-Man. I would love to hear more about your story and your improved designs.” 

Standing there awkwardly, Peter began to fidget under his cuffs once more. 

“Okay,” You said with a smile, writing out your number on a piece of paper. Peter let out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding as you handed him the piece of paper. 

“Just text me when you want to meet up and we can talk about Spider-Man,” You replied as you began to walk off the train. “Or if you just want to talk.”

Elated, Peter nodded enthusiastically as you stepped onto the platform. Still hyped up on adrenaline, his finger once again went to his cuffs as a nervous habit. “See you soon, (Y/N).”

“See you soon, Peter,” You waved good-bye, walking away. Letting out another sigh of relief, passengers moved on and off of the train.

Turning on your heel, you call after Peter once more. Peter, looking up, meets your eyes.

“Y’know,” You began with a sly smile on your lips, “I also found that the release button was also a little tricky. Just add a bit of WD-40 to it every once in a while and it won’t get stuck anymore. Then you won’t get stuck with them on.”

Peter, gaping at you, drops his arms to his sides. Smiling at him once more, you send Peter a wink, and then you were off.

I’m going to marry that girl one day, Peter thought with a small smile on his lips, as the train pulled away from the station and headed for Queens.

“How was school today, Peter?” Aunt May called out as she heard the door open. 

“Alright,” Peter responded, hand in his jacket’s pocket as he grasped onto your phone number as if it was a life-line. 

“Well, that’s good,” She responded, turning back to cooking.

“Hey Aunt May, do we have any WD-40?”

“Why do you need WD-40?”

“No reason,” Peter said with a small smile. “An amazing girl gave me a great idea.”

Favorite lyrical songs

Basically songs that I really relate to or I just think they are beautifully written. 

All Time Low: Therapy 

Andrew Belle: In My Veins 

Bastille: Laughter Lines 

Brand New: Jesus Christ (this song royally fucked me up) 

City & Colour: O Sister 

Ed Sheeran: Afire Love 

Ed Sheeran: Kiss Me 

Emarosa: Broken Vs The Way We Were Born (Is sung by my favorite vocalist of all time) 

The Fray: I Can Barely Say 

Halsey: Colors 

High Highs: Bridge 

HIM: Killing Loneliness 

Issues: Disappear (Diamond Dreams) (if you want a song to break your heart in half listen to this one) 

Jonny Craig: Children Of Divorce 

Ken Yates: New York Rain

La Dispute: Love Song For Poor Michigan (kinda obvious why I relate to this one) 

Linkin Park: Easier To Run

Linkin Park: Pushing Me Away 

Mat Kearney: Wait 

Motion City Soundtrack: Last Night 

Neck Deep: Candour

Our Last Night: Falling Away 

PVRIS: Let Them In 

Real Friends: Sixteen (There isnt a song in the whole world that I relate to more than this one) 

Roy English: As We Grow Older (there used to be a studio version but I guess there isnt anymore sorry) 

The Spill Canvas: All Over You

Steve Moakler: True Like Your Name 

Twin Atlantic: Be A Kid 

Yellowcard: Ten 

5 Seconds Of Summer: The Only Reason (The first 5sos song I ever heard and to this day its still my favorite. I was destined to be a Michael Girl) 

† ⋮  crown of blood; not gold.

When I need help
Can’t call for help
’Cause no one comes

So I’m calling FIRE

It won’t be pretty, I ain’t no girl cried wolf, I’ll bring this whole damn city
They’ll come from miles around just to see how you cut me down
We used to be friends, but that ain’t true now
You poisoned the well, now I can’t tell who’s on my side

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“Y/N?” I stuttered, in awe of the woman that had stepped up to my table. I hadn’t seen her since she left Vancouver ten years ago, but I was flooded with warmth just at the sight of her. My feelings for her had remained the same, even after all these years.

As I stared up at her, I could feel my smile reaching my eyes. She stepped behind the table, reaching out to grab me.

“Jen,” she chuckled softly, pulling me into her warm embrace, her hands wrapping tightly around my shoulders. I inhaled deeply, suddenly overwhelmed by her. I felt her press closer to me just slightly before she pulled away and looked into my eyes, her hands resting on my neck as she stared. I looked into those y/e/c eyes, and I was immediately flooded with memories from ten years ago.

It was the beginning of the summer of 2006. Supernatural had just wrapped its first season, and it had been a roaring success, at least we certainly felt that way. Jared and I were out celebrating, hitting all our favorite local places one last time before being swept off for the next job.

I met Y/N that night. I’ll never forget the way her y/h/c hair practically glowed in the Vancouver nightlight or the way her eyes sparkled when they met mine. She had no idea who I was, and that made meeting her all the more exciting. After that night, I spent every waking moment with that girl, at parks, at coffee shops, movies, and in a secret place hidden away in the city that no one knew about but just the two of us.

Summer had ended and so had my whirlwind romance with Y/N. She was swept off on tour, and I’d watched her career grow and blossom as she easily forgot about the boy from Vancouver. I wouldn’t realize until it was too late just how in love with her I had been that summer.

Now, here she stood in front of me, ten years later, staring at me in a room full of Con goers at Comic Con. She was the reason I’d never settled down. No one had ever even come close to comparing to her and as she stood before me, I thought foolishly about how I wished I could go back ten years and never let her go.

She talked and laughed easily, her smile warm and comforting just like I remembered. I couldn’t remember ever hearing about her settling down, and I sighed a little in relief when I looked for a ring on her finger, and it seemed she too was unattached.

“We should,” we both started at the same time, and I rubbed the back of my neck nervously, looking down at the table beside me. She laughed heartily then before barreling on. Man, she hadn’t changed a bit.

“God, you haven’t changed,” she laughed. “You’re still that shy boy I met in Vancouver ten years ago deep down in there somewhere, aren’t you?” she teased as she stepped closer to me, her hand coming to rest on my chest.

I placed a hesitant hand on her hip, drawing her closer to me. “Some things have changed, sweetheart. Like I go for the things I want now, and I’m not so willing to let them go,” I smiled at her, my eyes locking on hers, my hand snaking around her waist. She didn’t pull away.

She raised her eyebrow in a question, and I stole my opportunity, pressing my lips firmly against hers. She grabbed fists full of my jacket and held me to her, neither of us pushing the kiss further, but neither of us willing to break away.

Finally, she pulled away first. “You have dinner plans?” She asked, smoothing out my jacket once more.

“As long as they involve you,” I smiled, my hand reaching up to cup her face. She leaned into my touch, and it was ten years ago all over.

“I’d like that,” she smiled, her eyes closed, and I surprised her with another kiss. This time she opened up to me, and I was lost. She pressed herself closer to me, a small moan escaping her throat as my hand threaded through her long, beautiful y/h/c hair.

In that moment, I knew I couldn’t let her get away this time. I’d do anything to keep that from happening.

Like a Real Cowgirl

You can blame eisschirmchen for this one. Set in my cowboy Soul and city girl Maka AU, and is definitely nsfw. There be some smutty scenes in this. Enjoy!

His gentle snores filled the room as the moon shone in through the window, making his snowy hair more translucent than normal. The muckalee creek lowly flowed outside, the frogs chirped their songs into the night, and a small owl hooted out. It felt like a dream. A wonderful, mystical dream because none of it could be real, but it was. Oh god, was it real. Meeting him at the small town rodeo because Liz had dragged her out there was real. Him looking for her after the show was real. Teaching her how to ride a bull was real. Falling in love with him had definitely been real. And the night they had just had was the most realest thing she had ever experienced.

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About Time

Synopsis: Recordshop AU with Warren from my List of Upcoming Fics

A/N: I used a different writing style with this one to kind of emphasize Warren’s crush on you… also this follows his origin story from the comics more so then xm:a so hes just a rich boy with wings and is totally sugar daddy asf

It was an early morning in late November and Warren couldn’t believe he was even awake before 2 PM. The night before he had struggled to fall asleep between the bustle of the city and his drifting mind. All he could think about was this girl; this ridiculously pretty girl with good hair and amazing taste in music that made the big bad Warren Worthington III feel like a miserable lost puppy. He had tossed and turned all night until it was morning, deciding that he should get up as he was already awake. So here he was; running on no sleep, his hair a rumpled mess as he drank his third cup of coffee, roaming the streets for a way to occupy his time.  He had been walking at a decent pace, enjoying the morning breeze, when he found himself stopping. There before him was Warren’s absolute favorite record store.

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“Become a writer if you don’t know how to survive.” - said one writer called M.N. who lives in the capital city of Serbia, Belgrade. Not that far from me, well, only 300.94km.
I was born in Sarajevo, which is the soul of my country, Bosnia and Herzegovina. 18 years ago my parents were told that they’ll get a healthy boy, instead, on a spring night, 00:30am a girl was born. May of 10th, to be more specific.
I was raised by my parents, grandparents and other, very close family members. A very open, judgemental, confident and wild child, but I was also shy. I had a happy childhood, even though one of the most important people had left me, I was okay.
When I was around two years old I told my mother I had a nightmare, a nightmare about two planes crushing into buildings. Same evening the 9/11 event happened. Beyond far from me. The second time I told my mother about my nightmare, it took place in Germany, houses were floating through the water and guess what, it happened again, only two days later. Intuition or something else, I might never know.
Speaking of Germany, I have learned to speak and understand German with five years of life. Through TV of course. It still doesn’t get to my mind, because I couldn’t read in my first language, which is Bosnian.
Few years later school already started and it was good, for about two and a half years, then it all went downhill.

I became very distant from my classmates and actually refused to go to school. Anytime the teacher asked me something, my eyes would turn blank and stare at one dot on the wall. At very rare times I would respond, mostly not the right answer, but unbelievably close.
I had long dark brown hair, was always dressing all black and to complete the outfit I would put some red converse on. I only listened to Rock, indie and Ex-Yu music which was quite noticeable and affected my improvings in art class.
A new love was born, as well as a talent that I got from my mother. I started writing, because stuff at home was bothering me.

Soon enough, when I was in the third grade, my little brother was born. My sunshine who’s a total vampire right now, but anyways. I was still carefree and didn’t mind the stupid gossips and comments in school. I started going out with my closest cousin.
My mind developed pretty early and with only 11 years old I started to mature and get the stuff I never saw or heard before. I had my first crush, first makeup, first skirt and phone, with a camera and enough memory for all my favorite songs. Music is life, right?

From one part of the school, we moved to the other one, where all the grown kids were. I was 12 and lost. At least in school, where the bullying started.
At home and outside with the older kids I was myself. Family problems started to appear to my sight, the bullying got intense, and I was there, not knowing how to deal with anything, not even myself, or my early hormones and puberty. I was one of the first girls in class that got boobs, which was a total shock for them. I mean, how can a total outsider be cooler than the popular squad?! How very dare I?!
What they didn’t know about, was the pain I had from them. I got mastodynia and if my mother didn’t took me to the doctor, if they didn’t give me medications, I could’ve got breast cancer, surely, I wasn’t aware of anything. How could I be, after five years of bullying and stress at home. Nothing got better and I completely lost myself.

At the age of 13 I started to self-harm. Still, everything was the same.
Got my first boyfriend at the age of 14, lost him because of my classmates. The end was near and I just wanted to be out of that school, even though I sucked at the finals, I just wanted to start new. So I did!

At the age of 15 I got into Art school and thought, oh, finally, my people!
I thought, exactly. When I got there I found a group that fits me, just one familiar face, nothing to worry about. So what if she knows the people from your elementary school, it’s nothing.
I was comforting myself, but the intuition was right, as usual.
I was absent for couple of days, always sick, never there. Never anywhere. Finally got back and the group is pretty direct this time.
“So someone told us you love to skip school..?” - they asked me and I turned white.
It is true, I was barely there, the school principal begged me to finish my graduation exams just to get rid of me. Most of the teachers stood with the bullies and knew about every name I was called, saw every punch and kick I got and did NOTHING. So, would you freely go and breathe among such people?
I don’t remember what I responded, but I remember the feeling of a new hell. I got into the classroom and guess who was smiling at me, the girl who hang out with the bullies, yes. I didn’t get it straight away, but my heart was breaking as I sat alone in the last row, by the window.
Couple months passed and I gave up. I just stopped going out. All I did was cry, cry a lot, sleep and cry even more. 2014 ended and the principal was so nice to keep all my papers and let me start again as a freshman.

New people and a broken me. I put a brave face on, my skinny black jeans, with ripped knees. Yellow shirt and pair of boot heels. I met a different aura of people, all the freshness didn’t help my depression, just when I met a girl, a friend who has empathy, I was gone again and I never went back. With all that, I had to watch my family only care about my brother and my older cousin. I was a liar to them. Someone who pretended everything because of laziness.
“I don’t know are you full of everything or just empty.” - said my therapist, and she was right, I didn’t know either. Again, sleep all day, cry all night.

Just when 2015 was ending I got a new idea, new inspiration to change my life upside down. A bipolar episode. In January of 2016 I became vegetarian and my body was in shock, let me tell you. I started watching different documentaries on animal-cruelty and how it affects our bodies, spirit, our home, the planet Earth. With a lot ups and downs I finally figured out how to be a vegan. I stopped pleasing my family and focused on myself and my art. I distanced myself from anything that makes me wanna end my life and that’s where it all starts.

January 21 of 2017, still having bizarre nightmares. The past, all the people, problems, words, actions..I was fed up so I decided to help myself. I’m a lover of drama, spirituality and unexplained theories. My idea was to write down a dream I had and on the 22nd Chapter One began.

This book is me. All my tears and suffering within the people who caused it are here. All the things I was, am and wanted to be are put somewhere here. All the desires I have, the things I didn’t got to see are right here. All of this comes from my personal dreams and when you put a little imagination, you’ll get the match. I’m not a professionalist, nor I’ll ever be, I just wanna heal myself and do something that’ll help me, please me artistically. Only thing that distracts me from everything and everyone here is this. It’s emotional and overwhelming, my life as it is. I’m trying and learning to deal with stuff until we all disappear in the well-known light. Just like you. This will be a tribute to my life, lifes in my life and the lifes I have lost among the lost road. I’’s a mess, but it’s from my heart.

“My hands speak for myself.” — Hope Solo

A special thanks goes to the Adam Fam and Luna who’ll, hopefully and as I believe continue with the sick things they do, to inspire me and teach me. @mermaidmind

Love to you. Kisses for them. My heart to myself.

cool tag shit

tagged by @amongthespaghetti, thanks my dude

rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs that come up, then tag some people

here’s my shit music taste:

1) baila esta cumbia: selena

2) transgender dysphoria blues: against me!

3) werkin girls: angel haze

4) the call of ktulu: metallica

5) i am your leader: nicki minaj

6) tomorrow comes today: gorillaz

7) drunk drivers/killer whales: car seat headrest

8) fireflies: owl city

9) one night in bangkok: murray head

10) kill v. maim: grimes

i’m just gonna tag @itsbandnerdpizza bc her music taste is just musicals and emo songs and i want to see her playlist shuffle through 4 mcr songs in a row (she’s my irl friend, go follow this cringy lesbian)

shape of you ; calum hood

shape of you ; calum hood

Originally posted by sexycliffconda

^ gif not mine 

synopsis : song imagine based on shape of you by ed sheeran ( my king is back ugh yes )

rating : some grinding, and talk of sex, mostly it 

pairing : say’s “ he “ a lot, but it was written with calum in mind, so 

calum x reader 

a/n : edited fast, mind the mistakes


The club isn’t the best place to find a lover 

So the bar is where I go

He knew it wasn’t the best of places in New York City. He sat on a bar stool, hand full of some drink the bartender whipped up. He looked around, watching his friends at the dance floor, dancing against girls that would make a great one night stand story, but nothing more. He thought lovers didn’t come from clubs, so he stayed sitting at the bar.

Me and my friends at the table doing shots 

Drinking faster and then we talk slow

He noticed his friends making their way towards him. Michael told him that they were getting bored, and Calum suggested a few shots would get them in order. They all agreed, and Ashton ordered a round of shots. And after that round, another. And another, and a few more after that. His heartbeat intensified, he looked around the club, seeking someone to dance with. He didn’t know what took over him, but he soon remembered, alcohol messes with him and he goes crazy.

Come over and start up a conversation with just me 

And trust me I’ll give it a chance now

He then noticed her. He saw how her face practically lit up. He noticed how her hair fell down to her lower back. He observed her movements, watched her body language. Her outfit is what set him off. A cut out top, showing an excessive amount of cleavage and pair of high wasted shorts. They were black, and had rips in them. He saw that her shirt was a crop top, and he saw her bright pink underwear peak out the top of the back of her jeans. He found her incredibly gorgeous, and intriguing. He watched as she sipped her drink, watching other people in the club get wasted and she knew what would happen to the people on the dance floors like he did. He wanted to start up a conversation with her, and to know her. She was the only other sitting at the bar on the rusty bar stools, so he thought it would be easy.

He soon made his way over, sparking up a conversation with her. He took a seat next to her, and they continued on random topics. He instantly fell in love with the way she presented herself. She had a certain spark in her eyes that really intrigued him. He cracked a few laughs and he fell in love with it instantly. They immediately had a connection. She moved closer to him, making their legs slightly touch. She showed her new found comfortableness with him. He noticed her small gesture, and smiled.

Take my hand, stop

He looked in her eyes, and smiled. He took this as an opportunity, “ Wanna dance ” he asked. Her face practically lit up, and agreed. He took her hand in his, and wrapped her smaller hand within his.

And then we start to dance

He placed his hands on her hips. She felt over his hands, and she pushed back into him, igniting the fire with in him to grind back. They started going at it, his hands running over her curves, and his fingertips would dust over the exposed skin every so often. His left hand then grabbed her hip, and the other came on her back. Her soft laughs could be heard by him, he smiling every time a giggle was erupted from her lips.

Girl, you know I want your love 

Your love was handmade for somebody like me

He brought her up, and positioned his head next to her ear. He whispered darkly, “ I want you, ” causing goosebumps to arise on her skin. She turned her body around, facing his even though she was much shorter.

She opened her mouth “ Oh do you know, how bad do you want it ” she challenged back. This caused his body to erupt with lust.

Come on now, follow my lead I may be crazy, don’t mind me

He took her by the hand, whispering a “ So bad ” in her ear. She followed him, “ You’re crazy ” she said, but he retaliated, his body stopping and saying back “ Don’t mind me darling. ”

Say, boy, let’s not talk too much 

Grab on my waist and put that body on me

“ Hey, let’s not talk too much about it. How about you grab my waist and put your body on mine ” she said, ending her sentence with a lip bite.

She spun around, returning to her original position, and his hands returned to her hips, their bodies soon went back to getting caught up in the music.

I’m in love with the shape of you 

We push and pull like a magnet do

He admired her curves, and the way she molded into his front. He liked the way they danced, their bodies moving against each other like magnets. Pushing against each other, but then connecting again.

He then decided to make the move, and grabbed her hand again, and they then made their way out of the club, and were excited to see how the night would unfold.


And last night you were in my room 

And now my bed sheets smell like you

He opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings. He smiled, and closed them again. He recalled the previous night, replaying the moments in his head. The remembered how she smiled every time he complimented her perfect body, and how she moved against him. She remembered what she sounded like, it was practically music to his ears. He remembered how her face contracted every time she liked something he did, he remembered how she felt around him.

He turned over on his side, and smelled a familiar scent. He leaned over and smelled the spot she once laid in. He grabbed the bed spread that covered her body and brought it up to his nose. He breathed in the scent that lingered on the fabric, it smelling like her. He fell in love with the scent, wanting more and more of it, wanting his bedspread to always smell like this.


One week in we let the story begin 

We’re going out on our first date

It was a week later, and he made sure his outfit was planned out perfectly. He looked at himself in the mirror once more, and smiled to himself. He then read the last text message she sent to him, the same she that he met at the club, and instantly fell in love with. He admit it, he was smitten for her.

He texted her, telling her that he’d be over to pick her up in the next couple of minutes, and she replied with the,

“ Okay :) can’t wait to see you xx ” and his heart raced with the simple message.

He got into his car, and drove to the address she texted him three days before. He was nervous, no doubt about that, but he hid it well.

You and me are thrifty 

So go all you can eat

They made their way to a simple restaurant, and they both shared dishes. Between him and her cracking jokes, her smiling became almost contagious. His smile broke across his face, the skin around his eyes starting to crinkle with how big his smile was.

We talk for hours and hours about the sweet and the sour 

And how your family is doing okay

They soon got into deeper and deeper conversations, them both having intellectual mindsets. They got into how the world is, and how it made them feel. Then the conversation got on the topic of family life, he telling her how much his mother and father and sister meant to him.

She liked the way he talked about his family. She found it cute. He then asked her about her family life, and she replied with, “ They’re doing okay, could be better, could be worse. ”

He nodded, taking in her information, wondering if she was really okay in her family setting.

Leave and get in a taxi, then kiss in the backseat 

Tell the driver make the radio play

They then left the restaurant, and he decided it would be fun to mess around in the city they were in. He went to the road and tried to get a taxi. She smiled as she watched him.

One came to them, and they got in. He then told the driver to take them somewhere, they didn’t care where, just somewhere they could have fun. The driver understood and smiled, telling them, “ No problem. ”

He then asked for the music to be turned up, and the driver allowed it, turning it up loud.

She smiled at him, taking a closer look at his features. He was perfect in her eyes, and in his eyes, he felt the same.

He took this moment to lean in, connecting his plump lips with her full ones. Their lips molding together perfectly, moving in sync with one another.

They then got out, payed the driver and explored the city. He became more and more happy with her. He found herself smiling around her, and just more in general.

He then asked her if she wanted to be his, which she didn’t second guess.

Every day discovering something brand new 

I’m in love with the shape of you

They soon moved in together, and he of course learned new things about her. New thinks about her as a person, and the body she had. He loved her so much, and he could safely say he was in love.

She of course felt the same, falling in love with a man she met in a club, and was in love with the shape of her.

an sbj-MTH bubbles/boomer mix; a playlist  for the girl with a heart bigger than the sun, and the boy who just wants to touch her hand

Monkey Tree – Mother Mother | Blue Lips – Regina Spektor | Marseilles – Hey Marseilles | Die Young – Ke$ha | I Don’t Care – Fall Out Boy | Somebody Loves You – Betty Who | Come Alive – Adam K. feat. Matthew Steeper | Forget My Name – One Night Only | Girls – The 1975 | Atlantis – Postiljonen | Yellow Light – Of Monsters And Men | Push Pull – Purity Ring | True Colours – Studio Killers | If My Heart Was A House – Owl City | Baby Blue Eyes – A Rocket To The Moon | Clarity – Zedd feat. Foxes | Tell Me (Clock Opera Remix) – Au Revoir Simone | The Graveyard Near The House – The Airborne Toxic Event | Fallingforyou – The 1975 | Sweet Song – 2AM Club |


Collide Prt. 6

Prompt: Riley Matthews is a struggling writer who works as a bartender to pay off her student loans. Lucas Friar is a rich kid from Texas who’s lost his way. One night fate brings them together causing their two different worlds to collide.
A/N: This chapter covers her and Maya finally talking and also her and Lucas reconciling. Also if you’re curious to what song I envisioned playing in the background for the last part its this one. [Look After You] I thought it was fitting.
Word Count: 2,541
Part [1] Part [2] Part [3] Part [4] Part [5]

Part 6 - “Give Us A Chance.”

“Of course you did…” I mumble quietly under my breath. I wasn’t sure either of them even heard me but at that point I didn’t care.

I slowly rise from the bench and begin to walk away. Up until this point I thought I was doing a pretty good job at keeping it all together. But there’s only so much I can take.

I hear Lucas call out after me but I don’t look back. I could feel myself breaking down slowly and I knew looking at them standing side by side would only further the process. I feel his hand wrap around my arm and jerk me back to face him.

“Riley, let me explain.” He begs, “It’s not what you think.”

“You don’t know what I think.” I snap back, trying to free myself from his grasp.

“Then tell me.” He lets go of my arms but holds his gaze.

“She has managed to dig her claws into everyone I love.” I say, glancing between the two of them. “And now…just knowing that she’s already had you… it makes me sick.”

“Riley just let me–.”

“No.” I cut him off, “Save your explanations for someone who cares.”

I start to walk away but I look back at him once more. “Besides, I’m just a broke bartender in run down Brooklyn. Right?”

He drops his stance and stares down at his feet. “That’s not fair.”

“Yeah well…welcome to my life.”

Keep reading

Hotline Bling: Remixed

Ever since you left the city
I’ve got my own reputation now
no more “that’s what’s-his-name’s girl”
and you feel left out
it’s got you down, boy it’s got you down
cause ever since you left the city
I started wearing less and going out more
kissing who I want on a dance floor
being who I thought I couldn’t be before

now you call me on my cell phone
late at night when you need my love
boy, stop calling on my cell phone
late at night when you cant find love
I know when the hotline blings
it can only mean one thing
I know when the hotline blings
it’s the same old tired thing

ever since you left city, you, you, you,
you and me we just don’t get along
say I make you feel like you did me wrong
Like I’m another place where you don’t belong
ever since you left the city, you
you got exactly what you asked for
claim the truth hit you like asphalt
“you’re nothing like girls I’ve loved before ”

Now you call me on my cell phone
late at night when you need my love
boy, stop calling on my cell phone
late at night when you cant find love
I know when the hotline blings
It can only mean one thing
I know when the hotline blings
it’s the same old tired thing

these days
all you ask is “are you
bending over backwards for someone else?”
I say that I am, that I’m thankful for something else
“is it things I taught you, getting nasty for someone else?”
I needed somebody else
“You don’t need nobody else, no”
I don’t tell you
I’d rather be alone
just me an open sky and road
I’m tired of staying home,
no so such thing as good girls
I found myself alone
I am finally myself alone

“Right now you’re someone else”
you tell me on my cell phone

Massive Book Recommendation Post

This is just a big post of some of the books and book series nearest and dearest to my heart. I am often frustrated by reading ruts and wanted to make this to help other people out of them. Feel free to ask me anything about any of these!



  • Infernal Devices series
  • Mortal Instruments Series
  • Harry Potter series
  • Under the Never Sky series
  • The Death and Life of Charlie St. Cloud (more paranormal but whatever)
  • Lux series (haven’t finished it but I like it. ps don’t read it if you didn’t like twilight. It was a bit derivative at first)
  • Angelfall
  • Twilight series (I don’t like it nearly as much as I used to, but I feel like a fraud not including it because it has had a special place in my heart.)
  • Song of the Sparrow
  • Beastly
  • Elsewhere (nobody seems to know about this one but I read it in like a night and loved it).
  • A Wrinkle in Time (more children’s sci-fi but whatever it’s amazing)


  • The Hunger Games series
  • The Selection series
  • The Giver
  • City of Ember

Historical Fiction

  • Angela’s Ashes (memoir)
  • The Other Boleyn Girl
  • Snow Flower and the Secret Fan
  • Memoirs of a Geisha
  • Between Shades of Gray
  • Out of the Dust
  • Small Steps: The Year I Got Polio
  • Gone With the Wind
  • Number the Stars
  • Ophelia (her take on Hamlet)
  • Song of the Sparrow
  • The Birchbark House
  • Fever 1793
  • A Thousand Splendid Suns
  • Night (holocaust memoir)


  • Speak
  • The Da Vinci Code
  • Confessions of a Shopaholic (this is by no means groundbreaking, but it is a fun summer read)
  • Crank
  • Dear John
  • The Secret Life of Bees
  • The Perks of Being a Wallflower
  • Marley and Me
  • The Glass Castle (memoir)


  • Pride and Prejudice
  • Gone With the Wind
  • The Catcher in the Rye
  • The Great Gatsby
  • A Little Princess
  • Black Beauty
  • To Kill a Mockingbird
  • Romeo and Juliet


  • Ida B
  • Frindle
  • Pictures of Hollis Woods
  • Little House of the Prarie series
  • Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes
  • City of Ember
  • Love, Ruby Lavender
  • Small Steps: The Year I Got Polio
  • So B. It
  • The BFG
  • The Witches
  • Gregor the Overlander series (same author as Hunger Games!!)
  • The Tale of Desperaux
  • Where the Sidewalk Ends (poetry)
  • Because of Winn-Dixie
  • Bridge to Terrabithia
  • A Little Princess
  • The Phantom Tollbooth (This book is absolutely brilliant. It takes an adult to fully appreciate it.)
  • Number the Stars
  • Matilda
  • Julie of the Wolves
  • Island of the Blue Dolphins ( I have read this at least 6 times. LOVE.)
  • Hatchet
  • The Birchbark House
  • Esperanza Rising
  • Princess Academy
  • The Goose Girl
  • A Wrinkle in Time
  • Diary of a Wimpy Kid series
  • Walk Two Moons



  • Infernal Devices Series
  • Gone With the Wind
  • Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes
  • Angela’s Ashes
  • Between Shades of Gray
  • Out of the Dust
  • A Thousand Splendid Suns
  • Night
  • Dear John
  • Marley and Me
  • Bridge to Terrabithia

Will Make You Think/ Change Your Outlook in Life:

  • A Wrinkle in Time
  • The Da Vinci Code
  • Elsewhere
  • A Thousand Splendid Suns
  • Night
  • Angela’s Ashes
  • Gone With the Wind
  • The Phantom Tollbooth
  • The Great Gatsby
  • The Giver
  • The Glass Castle
  • The Hunger Games

Feel Good:

  • Diary of a Wimpy Kid series (your age is irrelevant you will laugh until you cry)
  • Little House on the Prarie Series (so heartwarming)
  • Mortal Instruments (disclaimer: has it’s fair share of angst, but makes me feel really happy)
  • Matilda
  • Under the Never Sky
  • The Selection
  • Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants series


  • Gone With the Wind
  • Harry Potter series
  • Mortal Instruments series
  • Infernal Devices series
  • The Hunger Games series
  • The Da Vinci Code
  • Twilight series
  • Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes

Best Romance:

  • Infernal Devices series
  • Mortal Instruments series
  • Dear John
  • Twilight series
  • Under the Never Sky series
  • Gone With the Wind
  • Pride and Prejudice
  • The Last Song
  • Romeo and Juliet
  • Lux series
  • Song of the Sparrow

My Blacklist- Do yourself a favor and don’t read these:

  • The Acorn People
  • Lord of the Flies
  • Matched
  • Daisy Miller
  • Animal Farm
  • Beauty Queens
  • The Handmaid’s Tale

Overrated in My Opinion:

  • The Darkest Minds
  • Divergent
  • The Host
  • Shatter Me
  • Graceling
  • Sarah Dessen books in general
  • A Walk to Remember

My Ultimate Recommendations- The Best of the Best:

  • Infernal Devices series: This series by Cassandra Clare is the single most heartbreaking thing that I have ever read. It has a perfectly formed romance that manages to be unique from anything else that I have ever read. The plot twists and turns like a roller coaster. The characters are complex and so emotionally ensnaring. This series, similar to Harry Potter, got better and better with every book. The end can be described as nothing other than perfect- completely bittersweet and perfect.
  • Mortal Instruments Series: This series is also written by Cassandra Clare, and is a sister series to Infernal Devices. Although it is set in 2007, while Infernal devices is set in the 1880’s, some characters are shared. There are many connections between the series as well, which make it all the more fun to read! This, while being perhaps a little more fun that Infernal Devices is dwarfed by the utter perfection in Infernal Devices in my opinion. However, it does hold its own as one of my favorite series. The characters are often comical, and that provides a certain levity. This book is filled to the brim with plot twists. The last book is set to be released in May.
  • Gone With the Wind: I will never understand why this book doesn’t have a fandom of its own. It is a sweeping epic set during the civil war, following a young woman named Scarlett O'Hara. She is an absolute firecracker. Spoiled, unrelenting, and tenacious, she the most interesting character that I have ever read. If you like the strong, Katniss Everdeen type, you would like the female lead. You will want to slap her sometimes and you will want to hug her sometimes. Her harrowing journey will have you up reading until 3 AM. This book is huge, but you will be glad once you get into it. I would give it a hundred pages to get into it (but being it is a 1000 pg novel, that’s nothing). But once you are hooked, there is no going back. This novel is so unbelievably epic. Suddenly, there is meaning given to the civil war, and you can feel how everything is on the line. This is one of those books that my mind wanders to occasionally because there is just so much to think about. This book taught me a thing or two about love, loss, and courage. The end of this book is among the best I have ever read. It showed how unrelenting the human spirit can be. It showed the change in our beloved Scarlet, and also in ourselves as readers. This is not a happy book, but it is fantastic.
  • Harry Potter: I think I can be pretty brief with this one. Harry Potter is epic, a whole new world. It is something that people of all ages and background can draw strength from, something to give hope.
  • The Hunger Games Series: Again, I can be quick with this one. Great, compelling series. Very quick and action packed, you will read this very quickly. A great series that perfectly lays out real problems in a dystopian world.
  • Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes: About a young Japanese girl who is diagnosed with Leukemia after being exposed to radiation from the atomic bombs during WWII. This is the story of her battle. I read this in fourth grade, and it was the first book that made me break down into a real crying spat. Although it is a children’s book, it can be enjoyed by anyone.
  • Angela’s Ashes : This is a memoir written my a man who was a young boy in Ireland during the great potato famine. Being a real look into an awful situation, this book is very sad. The story is about he and his family enduring life during the famine. Overall, a great book.

These are my opinions, so obviously, this won’t be the same for everyone, but this will give you a pretty good idea of whether or not our reading tastes match. These are not all of the book that I have ever liked, just some that have particularly stood out to me. I tend to lean towards young adult, fantasy, and historical fiction, although I do like to read a bit of everything. I included a children’s section because so many of the books I love are ones I read when I was a child. I do believe that most on that list would still be enjoyed by adults, however. Sometimes, we all need to satisfy the child in us :).

hotline binks

Yousa used to call meesa on my
Yousa used to, yousa used to

Yousa used to call meese on my cell phone
Late night when yousa need my love
Call meesa on my cell phone
Late night when yousa need my love
And meesa know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
Meesa know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing

Ever since meesa left the city,
Yousa got a reputation for yousaself now
Everybody knows and meesa feel left out
Girl yousa got meesa down, yousa got meesa stressed out
‘Cause ever since meesa left the city,
yousa started wearing less and goin’ out more
Glasses of champagne out on the dance floor
Hangin’ with some girls meesa never seen before

Yousa used to call meesa on my cell phone
Late night when yousa need my love
Call meesa on my cell phone
Late night when yousa need my love
Meesa know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
Meesa know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing

Ever since meesa left the city, yousa, yousa, yousa
Yousa and meesa weesa just don’t get along
Yousa make meesa feel like meesa did yousa wrong
Going places where yousa don’t belong
Ever since meesa left the city,
yousa, yousa got exactly what yousa asked for
Running out of pages in yousa’s passport
Hanging with some girls meesa’s never seen before

Yousa used to call meesa on my cell phone
Late night when yousa need my love
Call meesa on my cell phone
Late night when yousa need my love
And meesa know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
Meesa know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing

These days, all meesa do is
Wonder if yousa bendin’ over backwards for someone else
Wonder if yousa’s rollin’ up a backwoods for someone else
Doing things I taught yousa, gettin’ nasty for someone else
Yousa don’t need no one else
Yousa don’t need nobody else, no
Why yousa never alone
Why yousa always touching road
Used to always stay at home, be a good girl
Yousa was in a zone, yeah
Yousa should just be yousaself
Right now, yousa’s someone else

Yousa used to call meese on my cell phone
Late night when yousa need my love
Call meesa on my cell phone
Late night when yousa need my love
And meesa know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
Meesa know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing

Ever since meesa left the city

The Gift

Bucky x Reader Christmas Oneshot

Summary – You and Bucky are spending your first Christmas together.  The rest of the team have left to spend the holiday with friends and family, but the two of you decided to stay at the Tower and enjoy the wonders of the city. This is based off of 98 Degrees’ The Gift.

Warnings –Christmas fluff!

Word Count – 905

Notes – Who doesn’t love Nick Lachey??  This was so fluffy, I almost died writing it!!  I really hope you guys enjoy this!  As always, I appreciate any feedback or questions you have!! Thank you!  

This one is dedicated to Roo @sebseyesandbuckysthighs!   Merry Christmas, my dear!!


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Originally posted by midnightinparis


The snow is falling, the city is white
Your eyes are shining like diamonds tonight
And we’re all alone
There’s no one home
You’re finally in my arms again
The night is silent
And Christmas is here
I couldn’t ask for more than having you near
‘Cause I love you girl
I always will
And now I know the moment is right

Steve had begged the two of you to join him and Sharon at her family’s house for Christmas, but neither one of you really wanted to spend the holiday with anyone but each other. You’d spent so many Christmases with your friends, and they had been wonderful, but this year you just wanted it to be the two of you.  Steve had finally relented and he and Sharon had left a few days ago.  You and Bucky had spent the first few days reveling in the quiet of the empty Tower.  You’d rarely left the warmth of your bed, only venturing out for food and water.

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