pieces fall into place

my future child: tell me a story 

me: i walked through the door with you, the air was cold, but something ‘bout it felt like home somehow and I left my scarf there at your sister’s house and you’ve still got it in your drawer even now. Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze. We’re singing in the car, getting lost Upstate. Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place, and I can picture it after all these days and I know it’s long gone, and that magic’s not here no more, and I might be okay, but I’m not fine at all. cause there we are again on that little town street you almost ran the red 'cause you were looking over at me, wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well. photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red. you used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin sized bed, and your mother’s telling stories about you on a tee ball team, you taught me 'bout your past, thinking your future was me and I know it’s long gone and there was nothing else I could do and I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to…cause there we are again in the middle of the night, we’re dancing around the kitchen in the refrigerator light down the stairs, i was there, i remember it all too well, yeah. well, maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much, but maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well. hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest, i’m a crumpled up piece of paper lying here cause I remember it all, all, all… too well. time won’t fly, it’s like I’m paralyzed by it, i’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it, after plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own, now you mail back my things and I walk home alone…but you keep my old scarf from that very first week cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me, you can’t get rid of it 'cause you remember it all too well, yeah. 'cause there we are again, when I loved you so back before you lost the one real thing you’ve ever known it was rare, I was there, i remember it all too well, wind in my hair, you were there, you remember it all, down the stairs, you were there, you remember it all, it was rare, I was there, i remember it all too well

Its the year anniversary of the Gravity Falls Finale. I’m carrying a boombox, a bouquet of roses, and a bottle of straight vodka mixed with 8 Capri suns into the woods. I locate the spot where bill cipher’s shitty stone corpse is sitting. I set down the boombox and press play. A bass-boosted version of No One Mourns the Wicked blares out into the twilight. I place the flowers on his hand, take out a lighter, and set them on fire, then chug as much capri-sun-vodka as I can. I pour the rest out over his eye and whisper “to the sips you’ll never take, babe”

Would you believe me
If I tell you that our
Story is only at pause
And the universe is 
Only waiting for the right 
Time for us to meet again?
And do you think if
That time will come,
Our broken pieces will fall
Into place and we will feel complete?
Will fireworks start to ignite
Inside our bones and
Will your eyes hold the same
Affection they had before?
Tell me, would you love me again?
—  lm // soulmate pt 2

Books x Totoro 🌱

Abazethe100 - Trailer Analysis, Speculation, Theories, and Predictions for The 100 Season 4

All right, here is my trailer analysis and speculation post for season 4. 

Keep the following in mind:

1. I’m a Bellarke shipper, but I don’t get too extra about it, so it’s safe for all shippers. 

2. If I’m right about some of my theories/speculations, then this post could be a HUGE spoiler. If I’m right, you might end up getting disappointed if my speculations come true. Proceed at your own risk. 

3. The biggest problems with speculating from trailers is that we often have to fill-in the blanks ourselves (making assumptions when we probably shouldn’t) and we have to take out frames and attempt to fit them together like a puzzle. But, this trailer is only 25 pieces of the 1000 piece puzzle that this season will eventually be, so if even one or two of my puzzle pieces are in the wrong place… my speculations fall apart a little. Therefore, please, understand that this is MY analysis and it is NOT foolproof. I’m going to bet that at least half of it is true and the other half is not true or only half true. REMEMBER THAT. 

Note: I divided my analysis up by character arcs and/or subplots. It made it easier to put the pieces together. 

Otherwise, enjoy. Let me know what you think. I might revise it once I’ve had time to think more about it or once we get more clues. 

Much love,


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autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place

requested by anonymous

a philkas break up au (with a happy ending bcuz happy endings are bomb!!!)

also this is long as hell sorry yall

Philip stands on the edge of the grass, the water lapping against the toe of his boots. Though he has a jacket on, the cold is still biting at his skin. He crosses his arms, hoping to conserve some body heat, and closes his eyes. He thinks back to the day Lukas was shot; the sound his body made as he hit the water, the panic when Philip realized he would have to go in after him, the paleness of Lukas’ skin as he cradled his head in his hands.

It’s the first time he’s been out here since it all happened; since his mom died. Less than a week, but it feels like an eternity.

“How are you not frozen solid?” Lukas asks, jogging up to Philip, placing a hand on Philip’s arm to turn him. He has a wide grin on his face, and he takes Philip’s face in his hands, about to lean in for a kiss.

Philip pulls back, lips pressed together, and Lukas’ face falters. He steps back, brows pulling together.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” He asks, looking around, as if expecting Kane to step out from behind the trees.

That’s something Philip watches out for wherever he goes, though he knows Kane is long dead. He has to tell himself that when the nightmares wake him up. That they’re safe, Lukas is safe, he’s safe.

But now that it’s over, the consequences that were shoved onto the back burner are coming back.

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Advice on Getting to Know INFPs (like, REALLY getting to know them, like on a deeply platonic or romantic level) Part One

from the perspective of an INFP: yours truly, Anika Ashbourne.

-INFPs are “idea people”. We’d much rather not talk about the football game or bland politics or it is what it is. No, let’s talk about art and potential and possibilities and theories of the universe and favorite books and why this and how that and why not and what if. Stereotypically, we’re wide-eyed innocent children in the bodies of adults who have our head too far in the clouds to ever come down. While that’s quite an exaggeration, we are very imaginative and abstract in our thinking. We love love love new ideas, new concepts, new things to be obsessed with. Because INFPs are constantly on the lookout for, as I like to call them, “things that click”. A puzzle piece falls into place. A door unlocks, and you’re the key, and suddenly you’re our new favorite person in the world and please don’t go away because you mean very much to me for helping me develop myself or my ambitions further. Advice: to connect with an INFP, don’t be a dull-ass, ordinary, out-of-all-the-things-we-could-talk-about-you-choose-to-talk-about-this?! kind of people.

-We can tell what you’re trying to do. Just saying. If you’re trying to impress an INFP, they know. If you’re trying to bring down an INFP, they know. If you’re lying to an INFP, they know. If you’re pushing down your emotions in front of an INFP… Oh god, they know. The thing is, we won’t usually let you know that we know, but we know. We can sense it. We have a way of reading people subconsciously. The thing is, we’re so conscious of how we do things and how different our ways of doing things are from other people’s ways, we start to pick up on exactly how each kind of person tends to do things and what the signs are that they’re doing the thing. We do all this without realizing we’re analyzing you, and it gives us a grip on what we think of you. Advice: be real and as honest as you can to INFPs. Don’t try to trick us, because we’re hard to deceive and you’ll lose all our trust and respect at once. Instead, be sincere and show us you’re worth getting to know, too– which isn’t that hard if you’re being genuine, because we like to really know people, too.

-INFPs are reserved. Yes, we’re the quiet ones in the corner with our notebooks or the kid that never shuts up when they’re talking to friends but never opens their mouth around other people, but it’s more than that. We’re reserved. It takes a while to really get to know an INFP. Some say we’re even more reserved than the INFJs or INTs. This is because we’re open to pain, we let it sting us when it comes and let our emotions flood us so we can taste the tides, but we’d rather avoid it when we can. An INFP that’s been hurt a lot in the past- and, warning, most INFPs have been- is less likely to want to get hurt in the future unless they really believe is worth it. Yes, we’re afraid to get hurt. We are not afraid you’ll hurt us, we are just afraid of the flood that, you have to admit, is sure to come again if you really deeply connect with someone. So we defend ourselves with layers. Hundreds and hundreds of layers, and the longer you stay with us, the more time you spend with us, the more we begin to trust you… those layers peel off. And you’ll know because that’s when we’re incredibly silly around you and fearless in expressing our ideas and we will defend you from every evil thing that comes your way at whatever the personal cost. Until then, we tend to appear as the shy butterfly flittering around on its own, a little ways away from the others. Advice: be patient and be persistent, and earn our trust by being a person we can feel comfortable and happy around.

-INFPs feel everything at an overwhelmingly deep level… or almost not at all. If you hurt us, you’ve either destroyed us for a while or you’ve only chipped a crack in the layered walls of our castle. If you make us happy, we’re basically either tempted to kiss you and be close to you forever and all eternity and return the favor, or we simply appreciate it and move on. In the overwhelming sense, we will remember it for the rest of our lives and we’ll write about it and sing about it and make art about it and let it fuel is in our quests, or we’ve already forgotten it. Advice: I just hope you realize what you’re doing will either have a very long-term affect or no affect at all. If you’re not sure, you can always ask. INFPs are very willing to help you out, especially if it means further developing our own self or yourself, and you can always always just ask them if what you’ve done is good or bad or nothing. And if it’s bad, apologize ASAP and talk to them about it. If it’s good, well done and keep it up!

considering how tropey this whole plotline has been so far, I don’t think it’s too much to ask for a scene of Ed angrily demanding that Oswald tell him WHY ON EARTH he murdered Isabella because Os keeps refusing to give him a straight answer, and Ed continues yelling until a tearful and clearly wrung-out Oswald finally shouts, “I DID IT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!!!” followed by him dramatically clapping his hand over his mouth as Ed stares at him, mouth hanging open and eyes wide, and we can literally see Ed’s gaze flicker all over Oswald as the pieces start to fall into place in his head and of course, of course, how could he have have been so blind

Pieces of You (Chapter 1)

Originally posted by bwipsul

college!jimin au

Pairing: Jimin X OC

Genre: Romance

Word Count: 2.1K

Description: Jimin is a liberal arts major at Haneul University. Even though Jimin is popular amongst the girls, he stopped dating due to a break up with his past girlfriend. Meanwhile, Y/N is a business major. She is a free spirited girl with big goals in life. On one fine day, Y/N and Jimin meet on campus when they accidentally bump into one another. Park Jimin and Y/N ’s relationship begins now.

A/N: Inspired by Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bokjoo. I did not revise, so there are a lot of errors.


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Elevation - komahinafucker - Super Dangan Ronpa 2 [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

“Just thinking their name awakens so many memories and feelings within you that you can barely begin to make sense of them all. Bits and pieces begin to fall into place; but the more you remember, the less sense you make of it all.”

A Post-SDR2 fanfiction told from Hinata’s point of view involving the entire SDR2 cast, with an emphasis on his relationship with Komaeda. What’s next for the survivors of the Island of Mutual Killing? What future are they going to create? Filled with despair, hope, and a desire to carve their own way forward, they begin to pick up the pieces of their scattered lives.

Published:2015-03-10 | Updated:2016-10-30 | Words:42425 | Chapters:13/?


Hello it’s been a while!! Since my last post, I’ve started my first job out of college and been super heads down trying to be good at it..!! The transition from student to full time was harder than I could’ve expected. It felt like 80% of my life was uprooted all at once, and the pieces didn’t exactly fall back down in the right places. I ended up forgetting a lot of old habits that helped me cheer up and stay sane, so I decided to finally draw a few of the things that almost always works. I’d like to keep up drawing!! I missed it and my friends here too