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Age-Related  {Sentence Starters}

  • “Damn kids these days, I swear!”
  • “No… No, you are not being ‘hip’." 
  • “Live your life and forget your age.” 
  • "Aren’t you too old to be doing that?”
  • “You can stop lying about your age…”
  • “Wasn’t that a little before your time?”
  • “What was it like growing up back then?”
  • “Back in my day, we didn’t have it so easy!”
  • “This is what all you kids are doing, isn’t it?”
  • “So, did you hunt mammoths for extra credit?”
  • “At my age, my back goes out more than I do." 
  • "Should I get you a cane for your next birthday?" 
  • "I’m young at heart. Slightly older in other places." 
  • "Aren’t children supposed to respect their elders?”
  • “You were actually alive when ______ happened?”
  • “Why can’t you just grow up? You are so immature!" 
  • "I wish I was as old as you. Then I could do that, too.”
  • “Growing old is mandatory, but growing up is optional.”
  • "You’re only young once, but you can be immature forever.”
  • “History wasn’t even invented, yet, when you were in school.”
  • “Age is something that doesn’t matter… unless you’re a cheese.”
  • “Please stop trying to recapture your youth. That look died with the dinosaurs.”
  • “I’ve reached the age where my brain goes from ‘I probably shouldn’t say that’ to ‘What the hell, let’s see what happens’…”

“should i wear black or black?” sana asks sarcastically, holding up two different, very much black hijaabs.

eva snorts and gingerly crawls to the other end of her bed to place a kiss on sana’s lips.

“you know i would love some colour on you,” eva whispers, gently taking sana’s hand into hers.

sana’s eyes softens. “i know,” she says. then, a smirk takes place. “but i have a reputation.”

eva laughs, her head falling back, the red hair– though shorter from when they first met. “of course, the reputation of the coolest girl in school,” she bemoans. “no colour shall ever befall on thee.”

sana swats eva’s hand away. “"stop being so silly,” she says with a laugh.


“you know,” eva says, tilting her head to the side when sana picks the hijaab in her right hand. “our boys are going there sober.”

sana looks at eva. “you know i don’t judge you if you want to drink. i don’t want to be the one to… hold you back. you’re young only once.”

eva smiles. “yes, my wise girlfriend. i know. but i was thinking it’ll be fun to… you know, watch everyone else embarrass themselves.”

sana quirks en eyebrow. “i wouldn’t let you embarrass yourself.”

eva looks at her meaningfully.

“too much,” sana amends.


they laugh, and sana has never felt as alive as she is right now.

when they head to the pregame, sana’s prayer alarm goes off. she stiffens– a reflex forced upon her by society.

but eva is quick to take her arm, squeeze it gently in a way of comfort. she looks up, the atmosphere has changed but she finds comfort in eva, in even and isak and chris.

“do you have any problem?” eva bites out, glaring at one of the girls. someone less important.

the mood shifts, the girl stutters a weak “no” before they all fall back into talking about whatever they did before.

the tram stops, they find their way to the house, and eva helps her to the bathroom. she navigates them to a bathroom close to an empty bedroom, she tells people to move “the fuck out of their way” when sana is done, and she waits outside.

sana wonders, how did she get so lucky? to find someone who, doesn’t understand wholly, but accepts and wants to learn.

she feels safe, when she puts all the sound out and turns to Allah. she feels safe knowing that this moment– between her and Him– her girl is out there, guarding the door.

waiting for her.


(and when they come back, they find even and isak sitting on the couch and they literally shine up, and even gently asks, “you okay?”

and sana replies, “never been better.”)

The quickest way to happiness? Learning to be selfless
Ask more questions, talk about yourself less
Watch the sun set with best friends from a rooftop
Go to festivals, camp, fall in love and dance
You’re only young once, my loved one, this is your chance
Take risks, cause life moves so fast.
—  Macklemore & Ryan Lewis
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Sasha is thrilled when her Dad picks her up to go to the park. First order of business, suckering him out of some new toys. 

Sasha - “Please Daddy! Please! There’s this new dolly I really want. I want her sooooo bad. Pleeeease”

Lawrence - “But Buttercup, Mama’s told me you haven’t been a very good girl lately. You’ve been making a lot of messes. Do you think that’s behavior that deserves a new toy?”

Sasha - “No… but I promise I won’t do it anymore. I really won’t. Okay? Pleeeeease?”

She gives her most convincing sorry face and Lawrence melts.

Lawrence - “Alright, but no more messes.”

Sasha - “No more messes, thank you Daddy!”

Theme Parks and Mayhem

    When you marry Bruce, you make a real effort to get to know his boys. After all, when you marry a man you marry his family. Somewhat surprisingly, it’s Damian you bond with the most. You attribute this to several things.

     Number one is the fact that he’s left behind during the week when it comes to patrols. Bruce had started that rule when he took in Dick, no patrols on school nights. There’s also the fact that you’re typically the one to pick him up from school. You use this time to talk about what interests him, and you attempt to steer him towards some of the arts; like music, and books. There is such a thing as balance, and to be fair you do this with the other men in your life as well.

     You also play chess together, or more accurately Damian taught you how to play. You still haven’t managed to win a game against him. Or Bruce. Or Tim. You have been able to snatch a game away from Dick. And you tend to just play checkers when it comes to Jason. He’s not a fan of chess.

      Anyways, it’s when Bruce and the older boys are gone on longer missions, that you tend to do something special with Damian. Typically, you’ll pull him out of school and go hiking, or a museum he wanted to visit where he’ll talk about art in a way you didn’t even realize was possible for an eleven-year-old.

      Other times you’ll both just wander around a bookstore, and leave with bags of books. When Bruce returns it’s either to find you both in the library trying to find a place to put them, or on the floor reading, in a pallet of blankets and snacks surrounded by your new towers of books.

          This time however, you decide to do something truly child worthy. You decide to go to a theme park. It’s a surprise when you announce he’s not going to schools today, just like it always is. You’ve made it a habit of surprising him with these trips. You simply tell him to change into something he can get dirty. He doesn’t even ask where you’re going, he simply goes to change.

          You take the convertible to the theme park. The weather has recently warmed up, as the end of the school year approaches, and you ride with the top down the entire way. On the way you tell Damian about the times you’d take your Jeep out, completely open and simply ride around the back roads of the small town you grew up in. Sometimes your friends would join you, sometimes you’d go by yourself, crank the radio, and sing along with whatever comes on he.

          He says something about it being childish, all while smiling. You tell him that was the entire point. Though he tries to hide it, you can tell he’s a bit surprised when you pull into the parking lot. YOU’RE a bit surprised when he simply hops out of the car without arguing.

          You spend the first little bit just walking around and getting the lay of the land, until something catches Damian’s eye. It’s a roller coaster, and suddenly you remember why you don’t usually come to amusement parks; you hate roller coasters. None the less, you’re a mom now, and that means riding the Griffin with your son. You wait in line for forty minutes before you get in.  As you’re strapped in, your hands begin to sweat, but you still don’t say anything.

          Then you’re moving, slow at first, and you reach the top of the first drop, and you’re simply thrilled that Damian didn’t insist on sitting the front row. You’re fairly certain that would have killed you, cause you’re now remembering your fear of heights. For a moment you think of your danger loving, villain defeating husband and wonder what you two have in common cause, deep down you’re a chicken. Several books and plays flash through your mind and reassure you about your marriage, and then those thoughts are gone, because you’re falling. Your stomach flops and it feels like it’s going into your throat, and you can’t help it, your voice joins the chorus of screams surrounding you.

          You’ve completely forgotten about Damian, until his smaller hand reaches out and grabs your larger one. It doesn’t stop your screams, but it reassures you, because in the back of your mind you know Damian has about forty different contingency plans, ready to go if something happens.

          The ride is done in less than a minute, and when you get off, Damian is somewhat helping support, because your knees are a bit wobbly. He leaves you sitting on a bench, with your head between your knees for a few minutes, before returning with one of those souvenir pictures from the ride.

          He’s smirking a bit when he shows you the picture. Your eyes are wide and terrified, you mouth is open in a scream, your hair is whipping around everywhere. And then there’s Damian. He sitting next to you, his hand in yours, full out laughing at you.

          “You don’t like roller coasters do you?” He asks.

          “Down right terrified,” you confirm.

          He nods for a moment before saying something that makes your stomach sink from your throat back to it’s original spot. “We’ll conquer that fear today.” You go on every roller coaster in the park, some of them twice. Damian buys the souvenir photo every time.

     He takes mercy on you near the end of the day and turns to the games. He wins several very large animals including an elephant. You raise an eyebrow at that particular choice and he explains, “For Grayson. They’re his favorite, and he tends to squeal like a delighted child whenever he receives one. I’m hoping to film it this time.” The reason makes you smile, but you don’t believe him. You know he chose it simply because his brother would like it.

    You make sure to gorge yourselves on theme park food before leaving, knowing you’ve most likely spoiled whatever delicious and nutritious dinner Alfred has made, but you’re only young once.

     You load up the back seat with animals and drive home. Damian falls asleep to the sound and feel of wind blowing in his face. When you get home you’re a bit surprised to find more lights on then usual, and when you pull into the garage you find a very nice surprise waiting for you.

     Bruce, and the other boys are standing there glaring. When you raise an eyebrow in question, they make exclamations of unfair bonding trips without them. You promise a family trip to the park at a later date. 

     It’s at this point that Damian awakens, and hops out of the car. He quickly hands the large elephant to Dick, who smiles like a loon, before holding up a bag you know is filled with the roller coaster pictures. “Who wants to see mom screaming her head off?” he calls out as he walks into the house. The rest of the boy’s clamor after him, all slights forgotten at the chance to see some embarrassing photos of you.

      Bruce opens his arms with a smile on his face and you walk into them. “Rough day?” he asks kissing the side of your head?”

     “Your son has a thing for conquering fears. I think he gets it from his father.”

     Bruce holds you a little tighter and says, “He did a better job with you then I did. One tear from you about how you hated roller coasters and I let you off the hook.”

      You bury yourself a little deeper into his embrace, if that possible and say, “Moms will endure a lot for their kids.”

I Flat-Out Refuse To Marry Anyone Unless These Are Our Vows

“Marrying you is not the end of my liberty; it’s the beginning of it.

You’re the person I want to dive headfirst into life with. When I go out on the weekends, it is you I want shutting down the club with me. When I plan an adventure it is you I want holding the map. When I speculate about the future, I want to see you in every outlandish fantasy I plan for myself. You’re the person I want to rant excitedly to over happy hour drinks. You’re the person I want to dance around the house with in my underwear with. You’re the person who makes the whole world feel wide-open to me and I want to take advantage of that. I want to plunge into the future with you – because it looks bigger and brighter by your side than I ever could have imagined.

‘Something about you inspires me to be bigger, brighter, bolder than I ever knew that I could become. And I hope that I inspire you, too.’

I don’t want to settle down with you. I want to take off with you – to far-away countries, foreign landscapes, gems and corners of the world that would only have looked half as amazing without you by my side. When I strap on a backpack and head to the airport, I want you to be boarding that plane with me. You’re the person I want to get lost with, set up camp with, stumble through dark streets with at 5a.m. with after a long, rambunctious night in a city that we can’t pronounce the name of. When I get home and have tale after ridiculous tale to recite to my friends, you’re the one I want there to back up my claims. You’re the person I want to come home to and the person I want to escape with. I want you on every adventure I take for the rest of my life. I want to do everything on earth with you.

I don’t want to be the person you always agree with. I want to be the person you challenge – to change, to grow, to expand in ways that wouldn’t have ever occurred to me before I met you. I want heated debates at 3am. I want stark disagreements when I’m acting out of line. I want passionate arguments about the way we’re living because your fire fuels mine and I never want that spark to die out. I want to be someone you aren’t afraid to challenge because sometimes I need that extra push. And you can bet your ass that I’ll push you right back.

I don’t want to let myself go now that I have you – I want to build myself up alongside you. Something about you inspires me to be bigger, brighter, bolder than I ever knew that I could become. And I hope that I inspire you, too. That together we can encourage one another to grow into the fullest, strongest, fiercest versions of each other. That ten years from now we will be prouder than ever to be standing beside one another and that twenty years later we’ll be even prouder still. I hope you’re not expecting to grow stagnant in love because something about you makes me feel like my best self on steroids and I do not plan to let that feeling die.

If there’s anything I am not worried about, it’s us falling apart. The truth is I never fell in love with you anyway; I walked into love – surely, deliberately and without a backwards glance. I chose you from the first day I met you and baby I promise to keep choosing you. Through every fight, I’ll choose you. Through every temptation, I’ll choose you. Through every twist and bump in the road that threatens to tear us apart I will choose you with the ferocious certainty I’ve felt since the first time I ever laid eyes on you. I’m not worried about falling out of love with you baby, because I never fell in. Loving you was a waking, conscious choice and it’s one that I’m going to keep making until the day my heart stops beating.

Now let’s stop with these frivolous vows – there’s a party to have! We have gifts to tear open and champagne to chug and a whirlwind honeymoon to go embark on. This whole marriage thing is old and tired but we most certainly are not. After all, you’re only young and wild once. And baby, our wildest days are just beginning.”

- Heidi Priebe

● —— stand by me sentence starters.

’ alright, mickey’s a mouse, donald’s a duck, pluto’s a dog. what’s goofy? ’
’ goofy’s a dog. he’s definitely a dog. ’
’ if i could only have one food for the rest of my life? ’
’ there’s no way anybody could know that much about opera! ’
’ does the word “retarded” mean anything to you? ’
’ i don’t shut up. i grow up. and when i look at you, i throw up. ’
’ don’t call me any of your mother’s pet names. ’
’ fuck writing, i don’t want to be a writer. ’
’ god gave you something, man, all those stories you can make up. ’
’ kids lose everything unless there’s someone there to look out for them. ’
’ this is what we got for ya, kid. try not to lose it. ’
’ if your parents are too fucked up to do it, then maybe i should. ’
’ i’m in the prime of my youth, and i’ll only be young once! ’
’ yeah, but you’re gonna be stupid for the rest of your life. ’
’ how do you know if a frenchman has been in your backyard? ’
’ your garbage cans are empty and your dog’s pregnant. ’
’ didn’t i just say i was french? ’
’ do you think i’m weird? ’
’ no man, seriously. am i weird? ’
’ so what? everyone’s weird. ’
’ suck my fat one, you cheap dime store hood. ’
’ this isn’t funny! what am i supposed to eat? ’
’ come on you guys. let’s get moving. ’
’ by the time we get there, the kid won’t even be dead anymore. ’
’ you four-eyed pile of shit! ’
’ a pile of shit has a thousand eyes. ’
’ do you think mighty mouse could beat up superman? ’
’ he/she was carrying five elephants in one hand! ’
’ boy, you don’t know nothing! ’
’ there’s no way a cartoon could beat up a real guy. ’
’ maybe you’re right. it’d be a good fight, though. ’
’ i’m never gonna get out of this town am i? ’
’ you can do anything you want, man. ’
’ the main guy of the story is a fat kid that nobody likes. ’
’ friends come in and out of our lives, like busboys in a restaurant. ’
’ come on, choppy! bite my ass, choppy! bite my ass! ’
’ stop teasing that dog, you hear me! stop teasing him! ’
’ i’m gonna beat your ass, teasing my dog like that! ’
’ i’d like to see you climb over this fence and get me, fat ass! ’
’ don’t you call me that, you little tin weasel peckerwood looney’s son. ’
’ what did you call me? ’
’ i’m gonna rip your head off and shit down your neck! ’
’ i never had any friends later on like the ones i had when I was twelve. ’
’ nothing like a smoke after a meal. ’
’ yeah… i cherish these moments. ’
’ “suck my fat one”? whoever told you that you had a fat one? ’
’ i was twelve going on thirteen the first time i saw a dead human being. ’
’ what are you gonna do? shoot us all? ’
’ you guys wanna go see a dead body? ’
’ you wanna be the lone ranger, or the cisco kid? ’
’ shit no! what do you think i am? ’
’ is it loaded? ’
’ if you wanna get laid, you gotta get yourself a protestant. ’
’ did your mother have any kids that lived? ’
’ maybe you will, maybe you won’t. ’
’ i wasn’t that scared. i wasn’t. sincerely. ’
’ don’t pay any attention to those fools. ’
’ are you all right, young man/lady? ’
’ hey lardass, how was your trip? ’
’ that was the all-time train dodge! ’
’ you were so scared you looked like that fat guy. ’
’ you come on and try it, you slimy bastard. ’
’ you watch your mouth, smart guy! let him do his own fighting. ’
’ from the racks and stacks, it’s the best on wax! ’
’ we’re just here to take a couple steelhead out of the river. ’
’ come on, man, we’re gonna be famous! ’
’ we’re gonna be on every radio and tv show in the country! ’
’ now i’m gonna state mine: get in the fucking car, now! ’
’ okay… you’ve stated your position clearly. ’
’ when they gonna give up? the kid’s gone. ’
’ they ain’t never gonna find him/her. ’
’ would you hold still? you’re making me fuck up the snake part. ’
’ some hunter’s gonna go in the woods to take a leak, wind up pissing on his bones. ’
’ i bet you a thousand bucks they’ll find him/her before then. ’
’ hey, what’s the big deal? who cares? ’
’ will you two just shut the fuck up? ’
’ if either of you assholes had two-thousand dollars, i’d kill you both. ’
’ why couldn’t you have gotten breakfast stuff? ’
’ i guess a more experienced shopper could have gotten more for your seven cents. ’
’ the train had knocked him/her out of his/her keds. ’
’ you’re gonna be a great writer someday. ’
’ i’ll be waiting on the other side, relaxing with my thoughts. ’
’ you use your left hand or right hand to do that? ’
’ you let him/her beat you, you cock-knocker! ’
’ what am i supposed to do, think of everything? ’
’ what did you bring a comb for? you don’t even have any hair! ’
’ i’m sorry if i’m spoiling everybody’s good time. ’
’ we’re going to see a dead kid… maybe it shouldn’t be a party. ’
’ you know what that means. next year we’ll all be split up. ’
’ what are you talking about? why would that happen? ’
’ no, man. don’t say that. don’t even think that. ’
’ i told you we should of stuck to the tracks. ’
’ is it me, or are you the world’s biggest pussy? ’
’ i suppose this is fun for you? ’
’ i still think we should call the cops. ’
’ it’s best we just keep our mouths shut. ’
’ we could make a ‘nonymous call. ’
’ they trace those calls, stupid. ’
’ you’re a real asshole, you know that? ’
’ i know you didn’t mean to insult my friend. ’
’ why don’t you tell me something i don’t know, asshole? ’
’ any of you guys know when the next train is due? ’
’ the kid wasn’t sick. the kid wasn’t sleeping. the kid was dead. ’

I’m truly sick of being told I’m only young once and if I don’t do X Y and Z, now, then I’ll never get to in the future.
Like, I’m just trying to get through every hour of every day right now, and if that’s how I have to spend my early twenties so that I can live and actual life one day rather than just survive, I’m gonna do it.

Trips across the world will be there in the future.
Social life and enjoying one-(or many-)too-many cocktails will be there in the future.
Dating will be there in the future.

I don’t have to “live” like all of my peers are right now. I just need to get my mental health together and prepare myself to seize future opportunities.

I’m not “missing out” if I’m not enjoying myself or if it’s taking more energy to prepare and recuperate before/after these You’re-Only-Young-Once moments.

Yes I need to expand my horizons and challenge myself, but I also need to give myself structure and patience right now.

It’s not like there’s not fun things to do in the later years.

Dear Teenagers,

What the fuck are you doing? How old are you..15 maybe 16? Did you ever think once of how you’re wasting your life away? Stop thinking about about the guy who broke your heart, he’s not worth it. Stop thinking about whether you look cool smoking weed or not, nobody cares. Stop sulking around and being depressed… you just need to be happy. You’re only young once and this is the time where you need to have fun and forget about everything that doesn’t make you happy. Fuck everyone who doesn’t make you happy! Go out and have fun, this could be your last day.

anonymous asked:

Another tfln inspired scenario: Barry Bluejeans and Taako are sitting together, watching Lup do something awesome as they are wont to do, when Barry turns to Taako and says, "Fuck it. I'm going for it. You're only young once, right?" Taako, unimpressed, just continues to stir the martini he's making and replies, "You've been saying that for five years now. Let me know when the novelty wears off." Barry, predictably, does not get up to confess his love to Lup. Taako hands him the martini.

IM DEAD

poor, poor barry
“i have to take advantage of my youth” says Barry Bluejeans (pushing 40). “better do this while i still have time” he says, 21 years into being head-over-heels and never saying a word about it to Lup

(someone help this man please)
(at least taako is around for when he’s tipsy and sniffly and can just sort of sniffle ‘taaaako…. she’s so coooool……’
‘i could have told you that, my man, that’s genetic. no losers allowed in this family.’)

There is nothing wrong with wanting to dress sexy or fashionable. Feminine curves should be celebrated, not hidden. A confident man will never tell his wife/girlfriend how to dress. He will trust that she knows what is appropriate to wear in public, whether it be a shopping mall or a nightclub.

You are only young once, so if you got it and you choose to flaunt it; then good for you! 😘