race to the sky


david bowie fans: 

- gay 
- obsessed with glitter 
- dress like a 70s groupie 
- want to do cocaine

hole fans: 

- fights everyone that says courtney killed kurt 
- a ball of anger 
- smudges their lipstick on purpose 
- sleeps with everyone

nirvana fans: 

- probably depressed 
- buys vintage clothes 
- cries themselves to sleep 
- hates courtney love

amy winehouse fans: 

- cries about their ex 
- wears too much eyeliner 
- sleeps with their best friends crush 
- probably smokes weed

tøp fans: 

- depressed 
- makes weird conspiracies about blurryface 
- really emo
- never stops crying 

lady gaga fans: 

- gay 
- watches rupaul’s drag race 
- "LG5 will be soon”

eminem fans: 

- “i hate women”

sky ferreira fans: 

- have an aesthetic tumblr blog 
- smoke 
- “masochism will be released soon" 
- knows deep down that it wont

lana del rey fans:

- have a daddy kink 
- flirts with their older brothers friends 
- pouts 24/7 
- wants to do acid and fuck everyone 

melanie martinez fans: 

- wears babies clothes 
- bitchy af 
- cries about everything 
- fights anyone that says something bad about mel

the beatles fans: 

- lowkey bitchy 
- cry over paul mccartney 
- listens to vinyl 
 - wish they were alive in the 60s

mcr fans: 

- emo 
- think there will be a mcr reunion 
- have black hair 
- wear 20 wristbands

oasis fans: 

- thinks theyre a roadman 
- wears parka coats 
- uses ‘your mum’ as an insult 
- says 'fight me’ to everyone

the doors fans: 

- write poetry 
- read jack kerouac 
- do drugs
- love boys with beards

marina + the diamonds fans: 

- that FROOT is familiar! 
- electra heart is the best era 
- calls themselves a heartbreaker 
- has never had a bf

halsey fans: 

- vegan 
- wears foundation darker than their face 
- has an aesthetic blog 
- probably sad

miley cyrus fans: 

- smokes weed everyday 
- hannah montana is dead ! 
- literally wont shutup about weed 
- weed weed weed weed

rihanna fans: 

- ready to fight a bitch anytime 
- never stops twerking 
- dont fuck with them 
- wears leather bras

the smiths fans: 

- never leave their room 
- depressed 
- tweets that pic of morrissey holding his tit all day

5sos fans: 

- rats in human form 
- start wars with other fanbases 
- never stop screaming over everything 
-need to shut up

fka twigs fans: 

- probably have a ouija board 
- angelic but deadly 
- always wear black clothes 
- perfect lipstick all the time

drake fans: 

- still not over their ex 
- bitches about their ex’s new gf 
- has fake gucci bags 
- eyeliner so sharp it could kill a bitch

velvet underground fans: 

- only ever wear black 
- smoke cigarettes for the aesthetic 
- love andy warhol 
- probably bisexual

by @francesxox on Twitter.


The Characters of The Scorpio Races
↳ Gabriel Connolly

It feels like he’s confessed that he’s dying of a disease I’ve never heard of, with symptoms I can’t see.

anonymous asked:

Imagine Avengers Academy AU! Tony doesn't know why Sam is sky-racing Union Jack on his jet pack but the reason becomes clear when Sam wins the race and promptly asks Tony out on a date.

Tony had wanted to spend the day with Sam flying lazy circles over the campus, but Sam was nowhere to be found.

Tony felt just the tiniest bit hurt, flying with Sam had become something of a regular thing for them, and Tony hated to miss it, especially when he didn’t know why.

He went all over the campus until he came back to the mission board where a lot of people were gathered.

“Hey, what’s going on and why did no one tell me?” Tony asked Wasp, who was standing right in front of the mission board and looked up.

“We’re watching the race,” she said and pointed up where Sam and Union Jack were both racing in circles.

There was a small pang somewhere in Tony’s chest; he had thought he was the only one Sam enjoyed flying with, but obviously, he had been wrong.

“Why are they racing?” Tony asked, gaze avoiding the figures in the sky.

“I am not actually sure, but they were very adamant on doing this,” Natasha said to his right.

“They seem to have a lot of…fun,” Tony weakly said, too hurt by the fact that Sam chose to race with Union Jack on their usual time of flying and not even bothering to tell Tony about it.

“They have been dancing around each other all week long,” Steve mused with a long look at the still racing figures.

“I…I didn’t know they had a thing,” Tony eventually managed and Steve shrugged.

“Not sure myself actually. Whenever Sam talks about Jack he seems, angry almost, agitated. I would never have thought it was about flying.”

Tony crossed his arms in front of his chest, stubbornly keeping himself from saying that he was the one who had thing with Sam about flying. Sam had always seemed happy just lazily flying around with Tony. If he had wanted races, Tony would have given them to him without struggle. He wanted Sam to be happy and if just flying with Tony and occasionally talking didn’t do it for him, Tony would learn to adapt.

But apparently, it was already too late to keep Sam at his side.

Everyone around him suddenly broke out into cheers, jumping up and down and yelling Sam’s name. It looked like Sam had won then.

Tony turned away before Sam and Jack could shake hands or smile at each other or something equally horrible, but suddenly Sam came up jogging beside him.

“Hey Tony!” he breathlessly called out. “Tony, wait, did you see the race? I beat him right up there, did you see?” Sam excitedly said and Tony weakly nodded.

“Yeah, I guess I did. Congratulations. He’ll want to do a re-match, right? I guess tomorrow at the same time?”

“Actually I was kinda hoping to get my prize tomorrow,” Sam said and stopped Tony with a hand to his arm.

“What’s your prize?” Tony asked, more because Sam really wanted him to ask and wouldn’t let go before that, than because Tony wanted to know.

“You,” Sam said with a big smile. “Well, not you actually, that would be creepy, gambling about a human like that, but we, eh, raced because we both wanted to ask you out on a date and I won, so I get to ask you out now.”

Sam took a deep breath and Tony stared in wonder at him.

“Tony,” he asked, suddenly nervous and solemnly. “Would you do me the honour of going out with me tomorrow?”

Tony was lost for words, this was as far away from the reason for the race as he had expected, but he managed to nod.

“Is that a yes?” Sam asked and Tony laughed.

“That’s a yes,” Tony gave back, happy as he could be, and Sam looked delighted.

“Until tomorrow then,” Sam said, squeezed his hand quickly, and then darted away again.

“Until tomorrow,” Tony whispered to Sam’s retreating back. He couldn’t wait for the next day to come.

One in the Same

Originally posted by minimochijimin

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst

Content: Taehyung falls in love with the “clone” of his deceased lover

Word Count: 7k+

Warnings: Violence, mentions of death, unedited

A/N: Merry Christmas, I come bearing pain. Also, @thedemigoddeatheater you asked for it :’)

Cromulent: (n) appearing legitimate but actually being spurious

When you were first born, you dreamt of the sky. It was vibrant blue and wide, the expanse dotted with small wisps of clouds that dragged lazily in the summer breeze. It stretched endlessly from where you stood in a field of barley flowers that raced along with the sky to meet with the horizon. From this, you registered your first emotion; wonder.

Only sparsely scattered trees and a small greenhouse interrupted the skyline. The moment your eyes touched the shelter, a smile tugs at your lips. Your feet began to move on their own accord, and then you were running, running barefoot towards it, ignoring the way small stems caught at the hem of your dress. As you got closer to the greenhouse, you could spot figure just a head of it. A young man with his hands shoved into blue overalls, a black tee shirt and sun kissed skin. The smile on your face became impossibly wider at the sight of him, and when you were a few feet away, it was easy to see he had a brilliant one to match. Something warm and dizzying all at once crawled up your spine, tickled the nape of your neck and stained your cheeks pink. He opened his arms as you approached him, laughed as you quite literally flung yourself into him, eyes closed. There was the sensation of falling, and when you opened your eyes again, you were greeted with the white popcorn paint on the ceiling rather than the endless sky. The young man was still beside you, his arms hung loosely around your waist. It takes a second to grasp that there’s less denim blue overalls and more bed sheets and bare skin.

He didn’t seem to mind though, and neither did you, pressing your face into his chest as he stared down at you with a somewhat reverent look. When he entangled your adjoined legs in the sheets, a quiet laugh bubbled up in your throat, and you met his eyes once more. His hair was a mess, disheveled by sleep and maybe something more than that judging by the purple bruises that blossom down his jawline to the juncture of his neck. The young man laughed at your suddenly bashful expression. His laugh was rich and deep and pure joy, paired with a boxy smile to pull that giddy feeling again from the base of your spine.


You could hear a voice in your ear, just as warm as you were feeling.

“What are you smiling at Kim Taehyung?”

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When the night brings
fists banging on your door
when free expression is no more
and political freedom is a lie

Remember this day

When the thundering boots
shake your window frames
and the missiles race
across the crimson sky

Remember this day

When your children are
called to fight and die
and the body bags stack
from floor to sky

Remember this day

When you ring your hands
And pray god “Why?”

Remember this day

JWB 1/20/2017