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Blankets (OC, sickfic)

Liam could have predicted this. It had barely been a week since Elliott moved in with him, and already he’d come down with another cold. The move had been a pain, dealing with the administration at Elliott’s university, and moving was stressful under the best circumstances. So Liam wasn’t surprised when Elliott woke one morning sniffling with his head buried beneath the blankets.

What Liam did not predict was coming home from work to find Elliott on the couch, shivering, even though he was clothed in a thick black sweatshirt and fleece pajama pants. His red hair was in complete disarray, and next to him sat a ball of the fluffiest yarn Liam had ever seen. “What are you doing?” he asked.

Elliott jumped as if he hadn’t heard Liam come in. “Er–ndothi’g,” he said. Another shudder overtook him and he lost his grip on the tool in his hand. It fell to the hardwood floor with a sharp clang!

Liam crossed the room and picked it up when Elliott made no move to get it himself. It was a single metal hook, about as long as a pencil and as thick as Liam’s little finger. “Are you knitting?” Liam asked, as Elliott reached for the hook.

“Crocheti’g,” Elliott said, kneading a spot on his forehead. His eyes were a glassy green, half-lidded and blinking as if he were struggling to stay awake. Still, he slipped the hook into a loop on his current project - which looked like a very wide scarf - and continued his stitching, one by one.

“What are you making?” Liam asked, sitting down beside him and casually inspecting his work.

Elliott sniffled and rubbed his nose into the back of his wrist. “A blagket,” he said. “It’s goi’g slower thad I’d like…mby ha’ds are chh-cold–” He twisted away from Liam suddenly with a harsh sneeze, buried hastily into the crook of his elbow. He came out of it slowly, as if he’d sneezed away a portion of his soul.

Liam furrowed his brow. “Bless you,” he said, puzzled. “Why’re you making a blanket now?”

“I’b cold,” Elliott said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He didn’t look up from his work, only kept his elbows close at his sides. Chills visibly wracked his slender frame, and he kept sniffling, now a wet, stunted sound.

“Elliott, I’ve got blankets,” Liam said, resting a warm hand in the middle of Elliott’s back. “Why didn’t you just take one of those?”

Elliott shrugged, but kept his eyes firmly fixed on his strip of blanket. “I dided’t wadt to take theb off the beds. I thought you’d be mbad.”

Liam’s chest tingled with pained sympathy. “I wouldn’t be mad, El’,” he said. “God, I think you’re uncomfortable enough without having to make your own blankets, yeah?”

He scratched lazy circles over Elliott’s back, and felt his boyfriend relax beneath his palm. For a moment, Elliott ceased his stitching in favor of slouching into the cushions and allowing Liam to massage his fingertips into his tense muscles. Liam kept up his ministrations for a few minutes, until another contained tremor resonated beneath his hand.

“Right, I’m getting the comforter off the guest bed,” Liam said, standing before Elliott could protest. He certainly tried, as Liam strode down the hall, but it only ended in a fit of grating coughs and a muffled groan. Liam, meanwhile, tore the thick blanket from the bed in the other room and shook it in an effort to get the dust off. It had been a while since anyone had stayed in the room, and if he were honest, he hadn’t been as thorough with the cleaning as he had with the rest of the house. He brought it out to Elliott, who had abandoned his blanket on the cushion beside him, and was now huddled with his arms wrapped around himself, fingers retracted into his sweatshirt sleeves.

As soon as Liam draped the blanket over Elliott’s shoulders, the ill man hugged it closer, as if he’d just been out in a snowstorm. Liam palmed his forehead. It was warm, but not too warm - a low grade fever at most.

“I’m going to make you some soup,” Liam decided, piling all of the pillows on the couch at one end. “You lie down, and I’ll let you know when it’s done.”

He took the yarn and the hook and set it down on the coffee table while Elliott adjusted himself to lean into the nest of pillows. Once Liam was satisfied, he gave him a last pat on the head and turned toward the kitchen.

He hadn’t even made it to the door when he heard Elliott’s light snoring, and he smiled to himself. Just as he’d predicted.

anonymous asked:

Reptiles being given electric blankets by their S/O.


I’m adding onto the story blurb I did earlier with the reptile cuddle monster. YAY!


“Surprise! I’m home early,” you call as you walk in the door. You carefully set your bags down as you hear the thundering footsteps rushing around the corner.

“BABE!” he yells as he scoops you up into his arms. He showers you with scaly kisses and very mildly crushes you against his chest.

“Hey…hey…can’t breathe,” you gasp, and he releases you, looking embarrassed. “I’d say that you missed me during my trip, then?” You say with a grin, and he smiles sheepishly, an unusual expression for one so scaly.

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I’m going to start a collection based on this post and this post. I shouldn’t because it’s silly but I’m weird and like silly stuff. So here we go. First one of Team Free Will with Koala-Couch-Blanket!Dean and the other too. 

I think it won’t be sillier, maybe cuter, who knows…

anonymous asked:

I'm a sucker for some good Marichat sleepover sin & fluff

Okay, I’m not technically taking prompts right now, but reading this ask gave me an idea, and I couldn’t say no, so…


“I haven’t looked.”

Adrien sat up slowly, rubbing his head and trying to make sense of where he was. “What happened?”

“Ladybug dropped you off here,” Marinette answered, facing towards the wall. “She said you umm… got hit by some catnip? She couldn’t stay, and she asked me to keep an eye on you.”

He slowly recognized the shapes of her furniture and the bits of photographs he’d seen before in the slivers of moonlight creeping from her windows. “Catnip?” His mind felt slow, as though every thought was fighting through a thick layer of fog to reach the surface.

“Yeah, she said it should wear off overnight. As soon as you, um… lit up, I made sure I didn’t look. Your identity is still safe.”

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anonymous asked:

"Don't be fucking rude!" please? xx

enemies to lovers is my ultimate kink goodbye

There were no words to describe just how much I hated Harry Styles. The way he dressed like an off duty model, the way he never cut his goddamn hair, the way he always got what he wanted. I had begged our director not to cast him in the role opposite me.

“I’ll do anything, please, give another guy a chance.”

She raised her eyebrows at me, “I’ll give another guy a chance when they get as good as Harry.” I sighed and closed my eyes as she continued. “We don’t give handouts in the theater and we certainly don’t let our disdain for other actors get in the way of our art. So be professional, I expect more from you than this petty nonsense.”

“Yes ma'am.” I murmured as I looked over her shoulder at Harry who was talking to some of his friends, laughing about something he had said that I’m sure wasn’t funny as he picked his satchel up off the ground and threw it over his shoulder.

Harry knew I hated him. It wasn’t a secret. He also knew he would get this role and we would have to play lovers. He knew I would rather die than play someone who was supposed to be in love with him. And he auditioned for the role anyway, winking right at me when he announced which role he wanted. Fucking wanker.

***

We did our first scene together the next day, scripts in hand as we proclaimed our love for each other. In my head I was thinking of absolutely anything else, like what I was going to eat for dinner tonight.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop!” Our director yelled as Harry leaned in to kiss me. I tried not to slump in relief. “I feel nothing.” She threw her hands up in the air, “I picked the two of you because you’re the best I have and I thought you could overcome your differences–”

Harry and I immediately started babbling, trying to defend ourselves, talking over one another.

“Enough!” She pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath. “The two of you are going to do an exercise together to work on your intimacy.”

“Fantastic.” Harry muttered sarcastically. “I don’t need to do this exercise,” He said louder, “She’s the one who clearly zones out when doing scenes with me it’s like she’s not even there.”

I started to defend myself but she said, “Then maybe you should try to be more captivating, Harry, honestly I almost fell asleep myself listening to you.” I snickered and Harry glared at me, “You’ll both do the exercise or I recast the both of you.” We started to protest but she held up a hand, “If one of you can’t do it you both lose your parts. Work together.”

I was furious. I couldn’t believe this idiot was going to make me lose my role.

“Now, the exercise.” She clapped her hands together, “Props! Get me some blankets and pillows!”

I already did not like where this was going and I could see the look of horror mirrored on Harry’s face as we watched the props team set up a makeshift bed in the middle of the stage.

“I want the two of you to lay down under those blankets like you’re husband and wife and I want you to talk to each other. I don’t have to hear it, no one in this room has to hear it, but I want you to talk. I’ll know if you didn’t do it right so don’t even try to fake it.”

I looked around the room at the rest of the cast and crew, “…With everyone watching?”

She rolled her eyes, “Everyone take a twenty minute break!” She announced and everyone dispersed, leaving us alone on the stage. She soundlessly pointed to the blankets and pillows and turned away from us.

Harry and I glared at each other for a few moments, “Are you going to do this or are you going to continue acting like a child who throws a tantrum when she doesn’t get her way?”

I rolled my eyes and walked towards the blankets, “Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Maybe if you were nice to me I wouldn’t be,” Harry said sitting down next me, “You know, most people like me, I’m still not sure why you don’t.”

“It must really kill your ego that I don’t like you, huh?” I settled onto the pillow, Harry following after me, facing each other on the ground. “The one girl in the whole world who won’t get on her knees for you.”

“Not close enough!” Our director yelled from the audience.

I sighed and scooted closer to Harry.

“Put your arm around her! Jesus, you’re in love for Christ’s sake.”

Harry sighed and put his arm around me, pulling me close enough so I could feel his breath on my face. “Only girl who won’t get on her knees for me, but didn’t take much to get you into bed.” Despite myself, I laughed and our foreheads touched. “Ah, she has a sense of humor after all.”

I stopped laughing, “I’ve always had a sense of humor, you’re just not funny.”

“Why aren’t you touching him, Y/N?” I sighed at the sound of her voice before resting a hand on his cheek, lightly scratching against the stubble on his jaw.

He smirked at me, the smug asshole. “That feels nice.”

I resisted the urge to slap him and instead took a deep breath. “Come on, it’s not that bad pretending to be in love with me.” He squeezed my waist. “I’ve been told I’m an excellent lover.” He whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine. “Let yourself fall in love with me for a minute.” He said and his voice was so soothing I closed my eyes. “I could fall in love with you. I’ve thought about it sometimes, when I watch you onstage. You’re so incredibly talented, you’ve brought me to tears more than once. I’ve always wanted to act opposite you even though you hated me.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, I was so still, I wasn’t entirely sure I was breathing. “And those lips…” He pulled back from my ear until his forehead touched mine, “I’ve thought about kissing them more times than I care to admit.”

I stared at him, suddenly conscious of every place his skin touched mine. “This is all part of the exercise, right?” I whispered.

He blinked. Instead of answering his finger reached up to graze my cheek and then cupped behind my neck before pulling me to him, our lips colliding gently at first as they explored unfamiliar territory. He was a nice kisser. He had soft lips and knew when to speed up movements, when to pull me closer, when to nibble on my lip and I was breathless when he finally pulled away. His eyes were wild as he looked at me, thumb still idly stroking my cheek.

“Of course.” He breathed. “Just for the exercise.” But he made no move to pull away from me and instead rubbed his thumb over my lower lip.

It's the Great Pumpkin, Slytherin!

*Hufflepuff sitting on blanket with Slytherin waiting for the sun to set*
Hufflepuff: Legend has it that a giant pumpkin storms into this very patch at sunset on Halloween!!
Slytherin: I am not muggleborn, yet I highly doubt that’s correct..
Hufflepuff: Just wait!
Slytherin: *exhales and lays back onto blanket*
Hufflepuff: *pointing towards the sunset* THERE IT IS!!
Slytherin: *squinting into the distance* that’s just a normal pumpkin-
Hufflepuff: JUST WAIT
-MIDNIGHT-
*Hufflepuff and Slytherin are sleeping on the blanket in the cold*
Slytherin: *hears something* Huh? *peers out into the pitch black darkness of the night*
Ravenclaw: *wearing giant pumpkin costume* Shhhh
Gryffindor: *begins to make loud growls and grunts from behind a tree*
Slytherin: *rolls eyes* you guys-
Ravenclaw: *flails arms toward sleeping Puff*
Slytherin: *shakes Hufflepuff awake* LOOK
Hufflepuff: *sits up fast with caramel stuck to her cheek* OH MY GOD
Slytherin: *grinning* YOU WERE RIGHT
Hufflepuff: I WAS RIGHT I WAS RIGHT *dances around continuously pointing at Pumpkin*
Ravenclaw: *crazily runs off into the distance*

Rogers Jr.

Summary: You and Steve tell your daughter about how you met back in Brooklyn. This is for @redlipstickandplaid who wanted enough floof to give her cavaties, I hope I met the bar!<3 

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Phoebe Rogers [their daughter], Bucky Barnes

Warnings:  so disgustingly cute and fluffy, Dad!Steve, I wanted to puke rainbows while writing this :’)

Sidenote;; Bolded text are past events as told by the Reader & Steve, [basically like a narrator] 

‘Cause all I know is we said hello, and your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name, everything has changed

All I know is you held the door, you’ll be mine and I’ll be yours

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed’

                                                 ___________

“Mommy?”

“Yes, bug?” You gave your daughter a soft smile, tucking her into bed before sitting on the edge.

“How did you and daddy meet? Was he already an Avenger?”

“I knew Daddy before he was all tall and muscly, Phoebe,” you chuckled, earning an amused grin from the 5 year old, those beautiful bright blue eyes gazing up at you.

“Were you taller than him?”

You nodded, “I was.”

Phoebe laughed, her legs kicking underneath the duvet in her hysterics.

“Alright,” you smiled, trying to hide your own laughter, “calm down, miss. It’s time for some sleep, or you won’t be up in time for the school trip.”

“Oh,” her little face fell as she groaned in protest, “But you didn’t tell me the story.”  

“How about both me and Daddy tell you tomorrow?”

She nodded, enthusiastically. “Yeah!”

“See you in the morning, baby.” You lean down and pressed a kiss to her forehead before she snuggled beneath the sheets and settled to sleep.

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Unlike Brothers |  The Tomarry I Blame on MistiCon
We started talking about tom/harry at Misti, and I said the only way it would work for me would be if Harry got thrown back in time and they grew up in the orphanage together.  And I’m sure that’s been done to death, but I started another one.  Not sure how far I’ll take it.  


When Aurors and inspectors and Order members arrived they found James and Lily Potter horribly dead, Sirius Black laughing with the hysteria of the mad, and no trace of Voldemort.

That’s canon.  The papers said that.  People raised toasts to that, and to The Boy Who Lived.  The horror was over.  The wizarding world could move on.

What everyone in the know decided to cover up was that the baby was missing too.

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be still

it’s finally here!!! i expanded (maybe a bit too much) on this blurb and this is the final product. the blurb is incorporated into this version with some edits and added scenes between so even if you’ve read the blurb i wouldn’t skip over the parts you think you know because most of it is slightly different. also!! i made a playlist for this so if you’re interested in listening to it while reading you can do that. i’m really proud of this one so i hope you guys like it! please let me know ur thoughts!!

warning: smut (;

questions, comments, concerns.

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There were no words to describe just how much I hated Harry Styles. The way he dressed like an off duty model, the way he never cut his goddamn hair, the way he always got what he wanted. The way everyone practically worshipped the ground he walked on made me sick.

I had a more concrete reason for why I hated Harry, but that’s another story. Everyone thought I was just jealous of him, but I wasn’t. Why would I be? Sure, he was a great actor, but I was a great actress and we’d never really have to compete for parts. When he turned up at the theater a few years before, everyone quickly became enamored by him and the theater went from being mine to his.

But this isn’t about that. This isn’t the story of how I grew to hate Harry Styles. This is the story of how Harry Styles lit my soul on fire and made me feel something for the first time. This is the story of how Harry Styles gave me his heart even though he had absolutely no reason to.

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anonymous asked:

could you do a scenario w/s76, reaper, mccree, genji, hanzo and lucio (separately) where they think their s/o is dead but they arent and when they meet up they despirerately make out with them it can be nsfw if you want

So, nonnie, I didn’t make them NSFW?? Only because, as I was writing each little scenario, I realized that I was doing them in a way that didn’t really prompt NSFW ouo;;; Um. Yeah. If you want, I can do some NSFW requests for you if you’d like!! Especially now that the ask box is back open! :D

Just a note, I kinda wrote all of these with the idea in mind that they each take place during a mission of kinds. Genji’s and Lucio’s are the only ones that are Pre-Recall? The rest take place sometime Post-Recall. So. Yeah.

Reaper, McCree, Genji, Hanzo, and Lucio under the cut after Solider: 76 because the totality of this work is kinda long ahahaha.

Soldier: 76: He didn’t want to answer the Recall. He knew you wouldn’t be there, knew you wouldn’t be waiting for him, holding your breath as he walked through the doors of Watchtower: Gibraltar. He knew you wouldn’t be organizing the missions with Winston as you all struggled to pull Overwatch from the ashes of what it used to be.

But he did. Because he knew you would have answered the call. He knew you would have wanted him to, too.

He watched the doors of the Watchtower slid open with a wave of refrigerated air. It hit his overheated skin and drew a shiver from him. He didn’t want to do this. He really didn’t want to. He stepped through the door and winced as it slid shut behind him. His head tilted up and he froze. There used to be a picture of you there, a memorial to you, to the sacrifice you had made during the mission that was thought to have taken Ana. But the picture was gone. So was the plaque.

“Thought it was tacky.” His eyes darted further up the wall to the overhang above. You were there, leaning against the rail, a smile on your face and wrinkles framing your eyes. The breath fled from Jack’s lungs just like it had the first time he saw you. You shrugged and his heart fluttered. “You know, since I’m not dead and all.”

He was twenty-five again, young and energetic and staring at your grinning face at the top of the rock wall as you shouted, “Gotta move quicker than that Strike Commander!”

He had laughed and shouted back, “That’s husband to you, soldier.” Your laughter spurred him to move faster.

All that energy came back. The pulse rifle fell to the ground as he launched forward and up the wall, gripping the rails to propel himself up until he was sitting on the one you leaned on. You arched a graying eyebrow at him. “Show off,” you murmured. His hand ghosted over the back of your neck, tugging you close until his forehead pressed against yours. You were warm. You were there.

You mimicked the motion and he felt the cold metal of your wedding band on your finger and he released the breath he was holding.

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anonymous asked:

how does kit act when he's mad at ty?

- silent treatment
- rolls eyes a LOT
- hangs out with livvy and complains about how ty drools when he sleeps
- livvy going, “mhm” knowing kit secretly thinks its kind of cute
- dru begging kit to not be mad with ty bc HER FAVOURITE SHIP CANT BREAK UP
- still sleeps beside ty but puts pillows between them to make a point
- steals all the blanket
- plays dubstep, which ty hates
- a lot of loud, dramatic sighing
- calling him “blackthorn” or “tiberius”
- “kit why are u mad at ty again?” “im still thinking of a reason”
- is very whiny
- watches riverdale without him and spoils it “by accident”
- “wow i cant believe CLIFFORD BLOSSOM killed jason”

- anger lasts about two days bc he cant stay mad at him

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Originally posted by endeora

Warning: Fluff?

A/N: I actually planned to put it in one of my future One shots but, oh well, I couldn’t help myself.


You danced your way into the Avengers Tower, a huge smile on your lips. In your hands you held Loki’s present, a pug puppy wrapped in a beige blanket with little paws printed on it. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinning, you were so happy that you found something that would lessen Loki’s broody nature.

You knocked three times on his door with your foot. “Loki, open the door!”, you called and after a few seconds the door opened, a moody Loki looking down at you.

“You know, [Y/N], you have two healthy hands and-”, he stopped and frowned, before continuing, “what is that?” He pointed at the blanket.

“This is your puppy! She’s all yours.” 

You stepped into his room and made your way over to his bed. Carefully, you placed the black pug along her blanket on it, letting the puppy crawl her way out of her comfort zone. You started petting and playing with her, laughing when she nibbled on your fingers.

Loki, surprised and not overly fond of the furry thing, shook his head. “No, absolutely not!” 

“Totally yes!”, you didn’t even bother stopping petting the little pug, “You need someone to care for and because you’re always so bored and touchy with the others, I thought you might want to have a puppy! She’s small and won’t grow too big. You can train her, she’s clever and vivid!” 

“I don’t have time for that thing.”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire!”, you smiled, “Just take a look at her. You can name her and buy her things, and if you’re one of these unique people, you can even buy her a $5000 collar and call her Princess Puggy Pug.”

Loki sighed and sat down next to the pug and hold out his hand to let the dog sniff it. The moment the pug pressed herself against Loki’s huge hand, he started to pet her and smiled when she turned onto her back.

“So what’s her name?”, you asked, having a good feeling about this.

And Loki smiled genuinely. “Her name is Alva.” 


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A Lesson in Love (The Get Together)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,992

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - I honestly can’t put into words how much I appreciate you for editing this (and everything else) for me.

Originally posted by yikesevans

A knock at your front door steals your attention away from your notebook and the homework that desperately needs to be done. You groan, annoyed that you’re being interrupted; exams have started and you’ve dedicated all of your spare time to studying.

“What?” You growl.

“Bad time?” Steve asks, standing in front of you with a half-hearted smirk. Without a word, you step aside and let him enter the small apartment. He takes a seat at the kitchen table and you follow suit, moving all of your books out of the way. When you notice the serious look on his face, you lean forward and grant him your full attention.

“What’s up?”

He runs a hand through his hair. “It’s Bucky.”

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Cuddling with SHINee

Onew: it’s not often that you both get to wind down and just enjoy holding each other, but when it happens it feels like heaven. There’s not much talk or small chats or anything, it’s all warm smiles and loving caresses that make you melt at the touch. He’d like to lay down and have you sitting halfway between his legs and halfway on top of him, so you could hear his heart beat all the while.


Jonghyun: being in a relationship with him guarantees you 8/7 days of cuddling and snuggling per week. He just feels refreshed and happy and ready for anything after just holding you and being in your arms for a while, it’s probably his favorite part of the day too. He’ll switch positions often just bc he talks a lot and gets too excited and jumpy sometimes, but somehow you’ll always end up being the one holding him.


Key: skinship wouldn’t have been your most comfortable topic to discuss with him, esp if you didn’t know whether he liked to be cuddled all the time or not. He’ll slowly warm up to the idea though, now even initiating it most of the time and sighing in peace when you return the favor. Usually he’ll be facing you, a smile on his face as he recalls anything interesting about his day, and leans in to press a few kisses to your cheek every so often.


Minho: he is a big loving cuddly bear and no one can say otherwise. His open arms are a silent invitation for you to crawl into when you’re most tired or sleepy, and he’s more than happy just holding you and not saying a word. He would never admit it but he’d love being the small spoon, something about you holding him all tight and snug makes him feel really protected and he loves that feeling.


Taemin: one to be a little shy if you openly asked him to cuddle. He wouldn’t know where and how to place his hands, and he’ll be giggling into your neck in a matter of seconds, “this is so weird, y/n I mean ???” He’d get the hang of it eventually, only if you were big on skinship and cuddles in general, it would totally grow on him to the point of buying special blankets and pillows for cuddle time, even creating a Playlist full of calm and relaxing music.

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anonymous asked:

Hey Nai so I know last year during hiatus you made sort of like a fanvid masterpost do you think you can link it to me? Also do you have any new ones? It's only been 3 days and the hiatus is already hitting me hard lol

this hiatus already has me on the floor i will never understand how i managed to survive the almost 11 month hiatus between s2 and s3 i already want death.

okay so here’s the old list and i’m going to make an actual kind of proper list this time. or at least try to. let’s see how this goes.

Post Season 4 Fanvids

10 000 MILES

  • okay like… holy shit?? this is so soft and tender and sweet but at the same time it’s gonna rip your heart out and crush it in front of your face so y’know. hope you like pain!
  • (bonus: this person has made a fanvid for every. single. episode. this season. honestly, the highlight of my thursdays were getting up and watching these lmao)

YOU WERE ALWAYS COMING HOME

  • omg omg omg omg GUYS my heart hurts this is just so… idek i have no words to describe it, it’s just so great and like most vids on this list, it’ll leave you crying

I LEFT HER BEHIND (OCEANS)

  • this motherfucking song is the bane of my existence like i just need to hear the first few words and then boom. tears. it’s cool i’ve accepted that this is what my life is right now.

I LEFT HER BEHIND (ALL I WANT)

  • i think i’ve said this before but ‘all i want’ is the bellarke song for me. i know the show uses an original score (fuck you tree adams for making me cry with ‘bellamy and clarke’ and ‘i see you’) but this is bellarke for me.

I SEE YOU

  • speaking of ‘i see you’ SOMEONE MADE A BELLARKE VID TO THAT TOO like bitch have mercy on my soul please this isn’t fair at all who gave you the right

WHAT’S A SOULMATE?

  • i think on my original list i have a video of the same name but LISTEN. the what’s a soulmate bit breaks me every time (is it from dawson’s creek i think it’s from dawson’s creek) and it’s just so so good.

THE BRAIN AND THE HEART

  • okay. okay okay okay okay. this video is almost ELEVEN MINUTES LONG. yes. you read that correctly. eleven. 11 minutes. i cried like 3 different times. i craved the embrace of death. i will never be whole again.

SAY SOMETHING

  • i’m saying something alright. that something is ‘yea what the fuck m8.’

LOVER I’LL BE HOME

  • i wanna set myself on fire it’ll probably hurt less

LIGHTS WILL GUIDE YOU HOME

  • i know that fix you by coldplay is generally overused in fanvids and gifsets and shit but like. ask me if a give a fuck when i’m bawling into my pillow. because the answer is no. i could not care less.

HOW THEY FELL IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER

  • this is pretty much bellarke from 1x01 to 4x13 and i’m just here clutching my blanket pointing at my screen going ‘look at my babies! look how much they’ve grown!’ i’m a wreck tbh.

TELL ME SOME THINGS LAST

  • this isn’t fair. why do all these videos hurt me like what the fuck.

MY WAY OF STAYING SANE

  • yo fuck you this song choice is… wow. and ouch. mostly ouch. it’s so soft but it hurts so much.

ARMS

  • it’s cool it’s fine lemme just go outside and scream until my lungs give out hahahaha i’m fine

OTHER FANVID RECS:

i’m not gonna go off too much on these because like. this is already getting long. sorry i can’t shut up.