richard i know how you feel

Zodiac Signs as Movie Quotes:

Aries: “I tried my hardest. I don’t know what else to do.”
The Darjeeling Limited (2007) dir. Wes Anderson

Taurus: “I want us to be together for as long as we’ve got, and if that’s not very long, well, then that’s just how it is.”
The Theory of Everything (2014) Dir. James Marsh

Gemini: “I’m a connoisseur of roads. I’ve been tasting roads my whole life. This road will never end. It probably goes all around the world.”
My Own Private Idaho (1991), Gus Van Sant

Cancer: “I’m worried about you. I mean, how can you live like that? Anyway, would you call me back? Let’s get together again. I love you.”
Enemy (2013) dir. Dennis Villeneuve

Leo: “I learnt long ago to hate my enemies, but I’ve never loved one before.”
Peaky Blinders (2013– ) Created by Steven Knight

Virgo: “They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that’s true. What they don’t tell you is that when it starts again, it moves extra fast to catch up.”
Big Fish (2003) dir. Tim Burton

Libra: “You think beauty’s in some classroom or some textbook, and it’s not. That’s not what it’s about. This right here. This is beautiful. All of this. That’s all you need.”
The spectacular now (2013) dir. James Ponsoldt

Scorpio: “Everyone’s a whore. We just sell different parts of ourselves.”
Peaky Blinders (2013– ) Created by Steven Knight

Sagittarius: “Sometimes you need to do something bad to stop you from doing something worse.”
Stoker (2013) dir. Chan-wook Park

Capricorn: “Life goes on. It always does, until it doesn’t.”
Eyes Wide Shut (1999) dir. Stanley Kubrick

Aquarius: “I have all these things that I want to say to her, like… Like how I can tell she’s a lonely person, even if other people can’t. Cause I know what it feels like to be lost and lonely and invisible.”
The double (2013) dir. Richard Ayoade

Pisces: “You know it’s kind of weird, isn’t it, when you’re in the middle of something, how these things can be so, oh, confusing?”
Broken (2012) dir. Rufus Norris

richard siken sentence starters.

quotes are all taken from various poems out of richard siken’s poetry book crush.  feel free to change pronouns/etc if needed.

  • ❝  tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.  ❞
  • ❝  tell me we’ll never get used to it.  ❞
  • ❝  there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.  ❞
  • ❝  i swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth.  ❞
  • ❝  i want it back now, baby. i want it back.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m sorry. we know how it works. the world is no longer mysterious.  ❞
  • ❝  that’s a nice touch.  ❞
  • ❝  i like him and i want to be like him.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m sure you remember, i was on the phone with you, sweetheart.  ❞
  • ❝  history repeats itself.  ❞
  • ❝  there are many names in history, but none of them are ours.  ❞
  • ❝  you could drown in those eyes.  ❞
  • ❝  but damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.  ❞
  • ❝  sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.  ❞
  • ❝  i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time.  ❞
  • ❝  you wanted happiness, i can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.  ❞
  • ❝  there is no way to make this story interesting.  ❞
  • ❝  i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that i ran out into the street to prove something.  ❞
  • ❝  tell me we’re dead and i’ll love you even more.  ❞
  • ❝  you will be alone always and then you will die.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m sorry i came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing.  ❞
  • ❝  who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down.  ❞
  • ❝  i take it back.  ❞
  • ❝  here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.  ❞
  • ❝  you still get to be the hero.  ❞
  • ❝  what more do you want?  ❞
  • ❝  love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. it’s like a religion. it’s terrifying.  ❞
  • ❝  no one will ever want to sleep with you.  ❞
  • ❝  you know that recently we have had our difficulties and there are many things i want to ask you.  ❞
  • ❝  you had not expected this.  ❞
  • ❝  walk a mile in my shoes.  ❞
  • ❝  a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river.  ❞
  • ❝  you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore.  ❞
  • ❝  hush, my sweet. these tornadoes are for you.  ❞
  • ❝  that sounds overly valorous.  ❞
  • ❝  do you love yourself?  ❞
  • ❝  i don’t have to answer that.  ❞
  • ❝  you wanted more.  ❞
  • ❝  i had a dream about you.  ❞
  • ❝  there’s nowhere to go. there’s nowhere to go.  ❞
  • ❝  in these dreams it’s always you: the boy in the sweatshirt, the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge.  ❞
  • ❝  will you love me even more when i’m dead?  ❞
  • ❝  you didn’t show up. i kept waiting.  ❞
  • ❝  i swallowed crushed ice pretending it was glass and you’re dead.  ❞
  • ❝  i don’t really blame you for being dead but you can’t have your sweater back.  ❞
  • ❝  you can sleep now, you said. you can sleep now. you said that. i had a dream where you said that. thanks for saying that. you weren’t supposed to.  ❞
  • ❝  hello darling, welcome home.  ❞
  • ❝  please keep him safe.  ❞
  • ❝  i just don’t want to die anymore.  ❞
  • ❝  you want to die for love, you always have.  ❞
  • ❝  you didn’t think you’d feel this way.  ❞
  • ❝  you saved my life. i owe you, i owe you everything.  ❞
  • ❝  please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me, we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up.  ❞
  • ❝  you’re all i ever wanted and worth dying for, too.  ❞
  • ❝  drive into that tree, drive off the embankment. ______, make something happen.  ❞
  • ❝  we are not dirty.  ❞
  • ❝  you keep singing along to that song i hate. stop singing.  ❞
  • ❝  here is the sink to wash away the blood.  ❞
  • ❝  this is not harmless. you are not breathing.  ❞
  • ❝  i will come back from the dead for you.  ❞
Funny Quotes on Music

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  1. “A composer is a guy who goes around forcing his will on unsuspecting air molecules, often with the assistance of unsuspecting musicians. — Frank Zappa
  2. “I want to do a musical movie. Like Evita, but with good music.” — Elton John
  3. “Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.” — Jean Paul
  4. “Talking about music is like dancing about architecture.” — Steve Martin
  5. “A gentleman is someone who can play the accordion, but doesn’t.” — Tom Waits
  6. “I don’t deserve a Songwriters Hall of Fame Award. But fifteen years ago, I had a brain operation and I didn’t deserve that, either. So I’ll keep it.” — Quincy Jones
  7. “The musician is perhaps the most modest of animals, but he is also the proudest. It is he who invented the sublime art of ruining poetry.” — Erik Satie
  8. “All the good music has already been written by people with wigs and stuff.” — Frank Zappa
  9. “To achieve great things, two things are needed: a plan and not quite enough time.” — Leonard Bernstein
  10. “I’ve been imitated so well I’ve heard people copy my mistakes.” — Jimi Hendrix
  11. “My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.” — Edith Sitwell
  12. “I can’t listen to that much Wagner. I start getting the urge to conquer Poland.” — Woody Allen
  13. “Life can’t be all bad when for ten dollars you can buy all the Beethoven sonatas and listen to them for ten years.” — William F. Buckley, Jr.
  14. “Beethoven’s last quartets were written by a deaf man and should only be listened to by a deaf man.” — Thomas Beecham
  15. “The world must be filled with unsuccessful musical careers like mine, and it’s probably a good thing. We don’t need a lot of bad musicians filling the air with unnecessary sounds. Some of the professionals are bad enough.” — Andy Rooney
  16. “Andrew Lloyd Webber’s music is everywhere, but so is AIDS.” — Malcolm Williamson
  17. “All music is folk music. I ain’t never heard a horse sing a song.” — Louis Armstrong
  18. “Money doesn’t talk, it swears.” ― Bob Dylan
  19. “Competitions are for horses, not artists.” — Bela Bartok
  20. “When an instrument fails on stage it mocks you and must be destroyed!” ― Trent Reznor
  21. “I never had much interest in the piano until I realized that every time I played, a girl would appear on the piano bench to my left and another to my right.” — Duke Ellington
  22. “Let me be clear about this: I don’t have a drug problem, I have a police problem.” — Keith Richards
  23. “When I was a little boy, I told my dad, ‘When I grow up, I want to be a musician.’ My dad said: ‘You can’t do both, Son.” — Chet Atkins
  24. “I don’t like country music, but I don’t mean to denigrate those who do. And for the people who like country music, denigrate means ‘put down’.”— Bob Newhart
  25. “Music makes one feel so romantic – at least it always gets on one’s nerves – which is the same thing nowadays.” —Oscar Wilde
  26. “I know [canned music] makes chickens lay more eggs and factory workers produce more. But how much more can they get out of you on an elevator?” — Victor Borge
  27. “It’s easy to play any musical instrument: all you have to do is touch the right key at the right time and the instrument will play itself.” — Johann Sebastian Bach
  28. “Rock ‘n’ roll will never die. There’ll always be some arrogant little brat who wants to make music with a guitar.” — Dave Edmunds
  29. “I stole everything I ever heard, but mostly I stole from the horns.” — Ella Fitzgerald
  30. “Get up from that piano. You hurtin’ its feelings.” — Jelly Roll Morton
  31. “To listen is an effort, and just to hear is no merit. A duck hears also.” — Igor Stravinsky
  32. “To get your playing more forceful, hit the drums harder.” — Keith Moon
  33. “Music expresses that which cannot be put into words.” — Victor Hugo
  34. “Jazz will endure just as long people hear it through their feet instead of their brains.” — John Philip Sousa
  35. “We consider that any man who can fiddle all through one of those Virginia Reels without losing his grip may be depended upon in any kind of musical emergency.” — Mark Twain
  36. “Sometimes we pee on each other before we go on stage.” — Trent Reznor
  37. “Dogs smoke in France. “— Ozzy Osbourne
  38. “Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.” — Maya Angelou
  39. “Nothing soothes me more after a long and maddening course of pianoforte recitals than to sit and have my teeth drilled.” — George Bernard Shaw
  40. “In order to compose, all you need to do is remember a tune that nobody else has thought of.” — Robert Schumann
  41. “I think John would have liked Free As A Bird. In fact, I hope somebody does this to all my crap demos when I’m dead, making them into hit songs.” — George Harrison
  42. “Nothing separates the generations more than music. By the time a child is eight or nine, he has developed a passion for his own music that is even stronger than his passions for procrastination and weird clothes.” — Bill Cosby
  43. “One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.” — Bob Marley
  44. “The piano has been drinking, not me.” — Tom Waits
  45. “Classical music is the kind we keep thinking will turn into a tune.” — Kin Hubbard
  46. “There are some experiences in life which should not be demanded twice from any man, and one of them is listening to the Brahms Requiem.” — George Bernard Shaw
  47. “Wagner’s music is better than it sounds.” — Mark Twain
  48. “In the end we’re all Jerry Springer Show guests, really, we just haven’t been on the show.” — Marilyn Manson
  49. “Rock journalism is people who can’t write interviewing people who can’t talk in order to provide articles for people who can’t read.” — Frank Zappa
  50. “Too many pieces of music finish too long after the end.” — Igor Stravinsky
  51. “There are two golden rules for an orchestra: start together and finish together. The public doesn’t give a damn what goes on in between.” — Thomas Beecham
  52. “Lesser artists borrow, great artists steal.” — Igor Stravinsky
  53. “There’s nothing like the eureka moment of knocking off a song that didn’t exist before – I won’t compare it to sex, but it lasts longer.” — Paul McCartney
  54. “Do I listen to pop music because I’m miserable or am I miserable because listen to pop music?” — John Cusack
  55. “Last night at Carnegie Hall, Jack Benny played Mendelssohn. Mendelssohn lost.” — Harold C. Schonberg
  56. “Beethoven always sounds to me like the upsetting of a bag of nails, with here and there an also dropped hammer.” — John Ruskin
  57. “And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” — Friedrich Nietzsche
  58. “I smash guitars because I like them.” — Pete Townshend
  59. “I once sent him a song and asked him to mark a cross wherever he thought it was faulty. Brahms returned it untouched, saying ‘I don’t want to make a cemetery of your compositions.’ ” — Hugo Wolf
  60. “I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws.” — Charles-Pierre Baudelaire
Absolutely Smitten (I’ll Never Let You Go)

Summary: In which Dan is a much-adored primary school music teacher, and Phil is just the science teacher who can’t keep his mind off of him. But when the students notice and try to get in on the action, will Phil finally work up the courage to ask Dan out? Based on this prompt from Phanfic.

Word Count: 4k

Genre: Fluff

Extra tags: Getting together, teacher AU, pure fluff

Warnings: none

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A/N: As an elementary education major currently in my second year of college, I immediately knew this prompt was absolutely perfect for me and there was no way I couldn’t write this. I mean, come on, wouldn’t they just make the perfect teachers? Anyway, I hope you enjoy!!

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  • me: *takes a deep breath*
  • me: i lo-
  • anyone who has spent five seconds around me ever: yes, you love gansey, we know, you love richard gansey so much, he's the light of your life, you love him so much, you just love gansey, we KNOW, you love gansey you fucking love gansey ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE GANSEY. WE GET IT.

what do you think gansey was like when he was a little kid? was he obsessive about nerdy history even then too? did he have an interest in kings before he began his quest to find a sleeping welsh one? did he stay up late under the covers with a flashlight reading about fantasy and adventure? do you think he ever got bullied by other kids, or has he always had the talent of knowing how to wear a handsome mask, knowing how to charm everyone? who was gansey before glendower??

 WonderCon - Interview Masterlist

- Playing evil Fitz
- “I don’t wear cologne.” “Do you not?!”
- Aspects of their characters they like the most
- Working with John Hannah
- The Framework
- “Me and Henry are together now. Brett doesn’t know.”

- Elizabeth’s reaction to the Fitz/Aida relationship
- The Framework
- Iain on how it feels to play a villain
- Iain talks Fitz/AIDA - “It’s been awesome, it’s been great.”
- “Manipulating is a strong word, but Chloe get’s information out of people.”
- Pods vs whole season arc

- Shipping? Iain: “Relishing would be such a better word.”
- Who is Fitz in the Framework?
“Maybe you’re just not as bright…” “We’ll finish this conversation.”
Simmons waking up underground? “THAT WOULD BE CRAZY!”
Papa Fitz
- Inspiration for FM!Fitz? “People from certain regimes in WOII.”
- Framework Fitz the new James Bond? “It could be your audition for Bond!”
- “I never forgot about him on Maveth, I’m going to have a word or two to say.”
FitzSimmons always finding their way back together; “It’s what I’m hoping for.”

“Elizabeth loves everything glitter and everything leopard print. Loves it.”
- “I thought it [Fitz/AIDA kiss] was really hot.” “Things just got weird.”
- Fitz/AIDA in Framework “perfectly normal”, in real world “Fucking bonkers!”
Elizabeth talks stabbing LMD!Fitz in 4x15
- Jed Whedon directing + Daisy/Jemma hug
- Iain would like to be able to fly, Elizabeth ruins it by being practical
- Clark, Chloe and Jeph Leob interrupt interview.
- Easter eggs in Framework

- Will FitzSimmons get their cottage? “It’s a rocky road to Perthshire.”
- Papa Fitz
- Iain really enjoyed filming the LMD!Fitz stabbing scene
“You know what you did so well, falling down.” “I think that was a stuntman.”

- “I finally get separated from Fitz. Although, I did miss working with you.”
- “You were good in that one.” “You were great too, though you were evil.”
- If they could play any other role on the show, who would it be? “Mack.”

- Jemma’s Buffy moment
“Iain, how do you get to be so handsome on the television?”
- “They’re doomed forever. Everything that happened is now lost.”
- Iain confirms that yes, real Fitz does want to get married.

“Brutal” midseason finale

Hello, Little Girl

Here is Part Six in “This Love”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Words:  1125

Warning: pregnancy, labor, BABY!!

A/N: If you want tagged, send me an ask.

         “You are freaking gorgeous,” you heard someone say when you walked onto the set. You were eight months pregnant, feeling huge, but somehow someone always made you smile and feel beautiful.

           You turned to see Richard walking toward you, “Thanks, Speight,” you smiled at him, putting your hand on your belly.

           “Before you know it, your little girl will be here,” Richard said.

           “I know. J and I can’t wait.”

           “I bet. How long is your break from the show?”

           “Well, I’ve already been gone for the last part of this season. And I’ll probably miss the first part of next season. But I’ll be back,” I said, “I can’t just leave. This place is my home. I miss filming.”

           “We all miss you being here to film,” he said.

           “Is that my wife and little girl?” Jensen asked, seeing you walking toward him with Richard, “And Richard?” he chuckled.

           “Sure is,” you nodded.

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blue is the fiery comeback you thought of five minutes too late. she wants the unattainable, is the desire to be everything everyone is not. the stars, a kiss, a difference in heights or opinions. black hair with jagged ends, dull scissors, too many elbows in the bathroom. matching eyes, matching taste; cutting, expressive, wistful. the wish you hold to every 11:11, the combat boots you almost bought.

ronan is angles and anger; mouth sharpened in a sneer, to jutting cheekbones, tensed, to a buzzed head. he is the argument you tried to avoid, all action and noise. the sound of a dress shirt whispering against a pew, the grip on a steering wheel. tall enough to knock his head on things: restaurant lamps, common sense, tall enough to be the only reason someone would look up to him. he is the sound between fourth and fifth gear, talon scars on his shoulders. molten blue eyes and careless self-possession, bruised knuckles, a switchblade of a smile.

adam is delicate. dusted in freckles, he is the day’s last few rays during dusk; tired, so tired, but still stretching for something he cannot yet reach. he is lithe, a curve to every bone. a curve to his lips, always half held back. sand dusted lashes, dustier hair, ocean eyes. something to make you sigh: rolling waves on a too-windy day, car trouble before class. he is the pride that straightens his back. oil on his hands, chapped from being washed too many times for this and the country dirt underneath his nails.

gansey is the indecisive fact. on the outside his shoulders are broad, like his mind. hands shoved through hair brown and sun-kissed, too many questions, too little sleep under his dreaming hazel eyes. sometimes these eyes are golden, sometimes unreadable, sometimes afraid. he is the perfunctory statement in a debate, breeding betrayed in the jaw, a square, in his precise features. he is the character of worn leather, the smell of gasoline, blind faith.

noah is the way sunlight catches in your rearview mirror and washes your reflection out: pale, light hair, colorless lips. he is your darkly tinted windows, but smudged. dorito fingerprints on the corner of a page. misty eyes, a fair day in the forest; blue or green or brown, something distant, laughing, witty. the glitter you never notice that is subtly everywhere, a joke muttered under his breath, the closing of a door.

kavinsky is the roar of an engine. dark greased hair, slippery tongue behind full lips around a bottle of lukewarm beer. a language you don’t speak. an empty home, a cynical remark, the feeling you get when you know you’re too late. thin from too many near misses, too many lines, too many finish lines. a finger gun to your head. eyes that smoke, darker and challenging; squealing tires, worn down gears, red lights.

—  the look in their eyes, that something to them

Not to be dramatic, but you know when someone nurtures fetus in their womb for nine months, protects and cares for it and then labours to bring it into the world, and then it turns out to be human excrement like elliot rodger or richard spencer or something? That’s how I feel when I have a 10km egg in pokémon go and it hatches a fucking gligar pr a sudowoodo.

From This Far Away

|| a zimbits fic || hurt + comfort || ~2k ||

Bitty sobs in the kitchen. Messy sobs that tear out of his throat and involve his whole body in shakes and twitches. He presses his face hard into his arm to try and muffle the noise.

He needs to stop and go back to bed and to Jack, but it’s so hard when he has dreams about distance and lost time and a million complications. Dreams where he breaks apart; little flakes of confetti scattering down the sidewalk.

The kitchen light flicks on and Bitty cracks his head up, surprised. He squints against the sudden light.

Jack is silhouetted in the doorway. Seeing him brings back all Bitty’s horrible nightmares and daydreams, and the thoughts he tries his best to chase away but that are engraved right up under his ribcage and in the muscles of his hands that shake when he touches Jack’s face sometimes.

Bitty looks away from Jack and curls his legs up toward his body, hunching himself into a ball. He cries into his knees and gasps and apologises to Jack over and over for waking him.

Jack doesn’t say anything. He joins Bitty on the kitchen floor, sitting beside him with creaking knees, and wrapping his arms around Bitty to bring his torso around the curve of Bitty’s bent back.

Bitty feels Jack’s love with him in the room, and it doesn’t stop him from crying. Because love, that’s what the problem is, the big root of all his damn problems. It’s why he’s crying and why he hates crying. Because he loves Jack. So, so, so damn much.

Jack strokes his hair, the shell of his ear, his shoulder. He shushes, and rocks, and is there, dependable and warm.

“I can’t do this, Jack,” Bitty gasps out, shaking his head back and forth, back and forth against Jack’s chest.

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Strictly Professional (Part 1)

Summary: You’ve been Misha’s publicist and personal assistant for the past two years, and despite being in love with him, you have a strictly professional relationship with him. At least that’s what you tell yourself. (again, I’m the worst at summaries sry bout it)

Pairing: Misha x Publicist/PA!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k 

Warnings: language, kissing, maybe slight angst? ish? and a cliffhanger bc im the worst 0:-)


Strictly Professional Masterlist

Originally posted by timetraveldean

“Have you seen Misha?!” you demanded, out of breath from running around the entire damn hotel trying to find the one man you were responsible for.

The convention volunteer put her hands up in defense, the look on her face seeming to say ‘I have no idea, please don’t hurt me’.

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It Doesn’t Matter

Pairing: Richard x Reader
Words:  1400
Requested by Anonymous:  Hi *waves* Would you write a smutty oneshot with Richard and x reader? Where he’s hesitant to be with her cause she’s over 20 years younger than him, but she doesn’t even like guys her own age and she’s been crushing on Rich for a while. So whey they do fuck it’s like rly hot and passionate cause they’ve both been pining after each other for a while. I was gonna challenge myself to request this off anon, but then I couldn’t lol. If you don’t think this is too weird I might un-non myself XD 

Warning: Smut!

          You were watching him onstage, entranced by how much energy he had while performing in front of everyone. Everything about him mesmerized you.

           “You’re staring,” Jared said, coming up behind you.

           You nodded, “I know.”

           “Talk to him,” Jared said simply.

           “He knows,” you shrugged, “Just won’t say he likes me too. I’m honestly not even sure of his feelings.”

           “He likes you,” Jared said, “I know he does.”

           “Well, you might want to inform him,” you said.

           Jared chuckled, “I’ll do what I can.”

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End of the Day

Request: Could You write an imagine where You (Batmom) finds out that You have cancer??

The words had come as a shock to you.  For a while, you had been feeling weak and you had trouble breathing sometimes.  You had laughed it off, but when Bruce brought you to the doctor, your world had shattered.  

It was cancer.  And it was barely treatable at this point.  

Both of you had thanked the doctor and drove home with Bruce.  You knew you needed to talk about options, but all you wanted to do was cry.  As soon as you got home, you were bombarded with questions from your sons.  

You pushed them all aside and walked up the stairs.  You heard Bruce sigh and say “Let her have her space.” He followed you up into the bedroom and found you sitting on the bed.  As soon as he hugged you, you let it all go and started crying.  “Bruce, what are… what are we going to say.”

He had to stay strong for you.  He hugged you tighter, kissed your forehead, and spoke shakily.  “We tell them.  They need to know before it gets worse.”  

Bruce held you until you slept.  As soon as he knew you were asleep he tucked you in and went into his study.  It finally sunk in the you had cancer.  The love of his life, had cancer.  And you didn’t even know if there was any chance of curing it.  He had  to be strong for you.  You couldn’t see him cry.  

You woke up to find that Bruce was gone.  Getting up, you walked into his study to find his shoulders shaking as sobs racked his body. Walking in, Bruce noticed you and tried to seem like he wasn’t.  Sitting on his lap, you put your head in the crook of his neck, mumbling “Bruce it’s ok to cry.  No one is going to say anything.”  He lifted his head and looked you in the eyes.  “Y/N Wayne.  I love you and we will figure this out.  We’ll make our way through the dark.  I promise.”

It had been days before you told the boys.  You and Bruce had made the decision to gather the boys in the living room.  Damian had been the first to say something. “Mother, what’s wrong?”  “I love you all so much.  And at the end of the day, I’m so thankful that I was able to have a family as amazing as this one.”

You could barely force the words out, choking and holding back sobs.  All the boys had been worried, and they all began firing questions at the same time.  Bruce couldn’t hold it back anymore, and he began sobbing.  That’s when your boys knew something was definitely wrong.  Worse than what they suspected.  

“I have cancer.”  

Immediately the color drained from their faces, and they were silent.   Damian had walked out of the room, ignoring your cries for him to stay.  Dick and Tim were stunned.  How could you have cancer?  You were so healthy.  Jason looked up, tears running down his face.  He muttered out “But you can’t. You can’t, you can’t…” His words got louder and tears erupted from him.  At this point tears had come from all of them.

You gather up the boys in a hug, kissing each one of the on the forehead.  “I promise that we will get through this.  And at the end of the day, I love you all and this family.”

AN:  So this is my first imagine and I don’t really know how to feel about it.  I hope you guys enjoy.  Please leave feedback so I can do better.

Creepypasta #1072: What Makes A Dog A Dog?

Length: Super long

I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my time. I made the most in a row about two years back, when I got myself a new neighbor.

I live in a good neighborhood in Pennsylvania. You’ll meet a lot of farm boys and good, christian folks. We’re pretty docile out here, long as you stay away from the things we claim for our own. You know, typical property stuff and privacy. I’m a good fellow, I like to think. I have a field full of cattle and a mutt of a cattle dog to get their fat asses going to the dairy.

But this ain’t about me, it’s about the new neighbor. He started this, and I hate his guts for what I know now. When he first moved in next door, I was as friendly as could be. Hospitality is a big deal, you know. You gotta be polite to the new people around here, or they’ll think they’ve gone and made a mistake coming around to live here.

He arrived in the evening in the house not ninety yards from mine. Squat, chubby city fellow who carried his boxes in one at a time. He ignored me the whole time I walked over to help. Max stuck at my heel like a good boy, ears up to meet the new guy next door. 

“Evening, sir.” 

He had gray hair and mine’s just starting to turn, but I was taught as a boy to call everyone sir or ma'am. He went right on ignoring me. I called to him again.

The man jumped and turned, startled behind his glasses. He looked like a spooked owl. “What do you want?”

I gave him a friendly smile, Max laying down on the man’s porch. He got tired of waiting, and wanted to go back to rounding up cows for the dairy. “Well sir, it looks like you could use some help unloading all them boxes.”

He just squinted at me like I had some ulterior motive in mind. “Why do you want to do that?”

I shrugged. “Right thing to do, I suppose.” I stuck out my hand for a shake. “Name’s Richard.”

He stared at my hand for a second or so, then took it. He wasn’t much of a man, but he gave one hell of a handshake. “Wesley.”

We moved boxes in near silence. He wasn’t much of a talker at any rate, just telling me to set the boxes in the kitchen. I set a large box on the kitchen counter and asked, “So, Wesley Where’d you come from?”

“Shadowcrest, Maryland.”


He turned on me, nearly dropping his box. “I didn’t name it.”

Jumpy fellow. “Well… you need anything, I’m in the house that way. Ain’t no one on your other side, though you might hear a mooing.” I grinned at my try at a joke, but Wesley blinked at me. He looked tired.

“You farm cows.” He wasn’t asking.

“Yup. Dairy cows. Uncle owns the dairy down the road a ways.” I tried again to get that man to say something, or crack a smile. “What’s your job, if you don’t mind me asking?”

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Going Away for Awhile (Lin x Reader) Part 1 of 2

Pairings: Lin x Reader

Prompt: Lin leaves to London for a while and the reader gets angry until he tells her that he got tickets with him and put lots of fluff after that maybe. ~ @myfriendruineddeathnoteforme

Warnings: Language and angst, although not really in this part.

Word Count: 1,922 Words… This is the longest fic I’ve ever written and I’m not even done with it yet.

AN: So I was a little worried that this would be lost in the crowd of write-a-thon fics, but I decided to post it anyway.

Tags: @plamspringsdancingontables @the-and-peggy @piercethemarti @fandomsinabookshelf @elvndrk @hamil-tonn-of-trash @sasstran


Your relationship with Lin over the past few months was strained. The lack of time you two had spent together had been drastically decreased between Hamilton rehearsals and performances and the many interviews and photo shoots that came with being the biggest thing on Broadway.

The last time you had spent more than two hours with your boyfriend while he was awake had been a little over a week ago when he had persuaded Javi to take his place as Hamilton in that evening’s performance so he could take you out on a well-needed date.

He had taken you on a walk through Central Park after which he had taken you out to eat at the new Italian restaurant near your apartment. He seemed to want to give you what you had missed out on for the last couple of months due to his hectic life.

He had been jittery, almost nervous all evening and your first thought was that he was going to break up with you. Why wouldn’t he?

“I think it’s time for me to think of doing other things. I mean Hamilton is great, and it will always be one of my babies, but Javi deserves the chance to get to play Hamilton. And I’ve received so many offers for other projects that I think it’s time.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to say that,” You replied exhaling with relief. “I was expecting so much worse.”

“Oh sweetheart, no. Why would you think that?” He slid into the chair next to you, pulling yours as close to his as he could before he pulled you into his arms. “I love you, and I wouldn’t leave you for anything. If I go anywhere, you’re coming with me.”

Lin’s last night as Hamilton was bittersweet. It would be one of your last nights backstage at the Richard Rodgers unless Lin wrote another smash hit, and you could feel the emotions of the cast in the air.

Pippa smiled at you from across the hall in her dressing room where she was putting on her makeup. She waved you over, and you happily obliged, knowing that this would be the last time you’d see her dressed like Eliza. After all, it was her last night as well.

“How are you feeling?” You asked noticing the flowers and cards in front of the mirror.

“I’m okay, a little nervous, like always. But I’m also kind of sad, I’ve been Eliza for such a long time.”

“Pippa,” you whispered, blinking away tears. “I feel like our lives are changing right before our eyes. Today you’re Eliza and tomorrow you’re probably going to be the biggest thing on Broadway. Everyone will know your name.” She gave you a watery smile before pulling you into a hug.

“What are you girls doing in here?” Lin’s voice popped in through the open door. “Everyone else is in Javi’s getting a Cafecito. I’ve been looking for you two everywhere.”

“We’re literally in Pippa’s dressing room, though,” you said incredulously.

“I may or may not have just started looking for you, but that’s beside the point. You need to come and spend time with the rest of us. It’s the last Cafecito we’re ever going to have all together.” Lin grabbed your arm, pulling you out the door. You waved a quick goodbye to Pippa as you turned the before Lin attacked you with a kiss. “I’ve been waiting all night to do that,” he whispered against your lips.

“We really should go get Cafecito with the others.”

“Nope, now that I’ve got you here in my arms I’m not letting you go.” You could feel him smirking near your ear.

“No, we can’t do this now. You have a show to star in, and I have to be in the audience to watch you be the ‘sexier Hamilton’”

“Hey!” An angry voice yelled from the farthest dressing room while a multitude of voices laughed.

As you and Lin walked into Javi’s dressing room a smile on your face, you realized that no matter where you would be in a few years if Lin was by your side, you would be happy.
You fumbled with the keys in your hand as you tried to juggle the two bags of groceries on your hip because you were too lazy to make two trips. The sound of singing through the thick wooden door made you smile. But you stopped smiling when as you opened the door, the shifted weight of the bags in your arms caused the heavier bag to slip.

“Damn it!” You swore. The cans from the bag were rolling around on the floor haphazardly.

Suddenly Lin was on his knees on the floor beside you collecting the cans that were all over your living room. “You should have texted me you were coming up. I would have helped!”

You looked up sheepishly from the ground. The glimpse of Lin dancing through the apartment singing his favorite songs was something you wouldn’t interrupt to save your life even when you needed help with the groceries. “You were dancing and enjoying yourself way too much. I don’t think you would have heard your phone anyway.”

“I was dancing because something exciting happened today.” Leading you to the table, he instructed you to sit, before going to the piano and rifling through the stack of mail that had been there for at least two weeks.
“I know being an adult and going through your mail is exciting, but not everyone enjoys leaving their mail for weeks.”

Your sarcasm over mail couldn’t dull his enthusiasm, however.

“IwasaskedtobeinthenewestMaryPoppinsmoviewithEmilyBluntandMerylStreepandit’sareallylongshootbutit’sforMaryPoppins.YouknowhowmuchIloveMaryPoppins,” he mumbled, running his words together to get them all out at once. “Should I do it?”

“What? Oh my God, Lin!” You jumped up from the table, knocking the chair over with a clatter. Oops. You pulled him into an embrace and kept him there. “I can’t believe it, but of course you should do it. It’s the opportunity of a lifetime. Why wouldn’t you do it?”

Lin paled and seemed to hide his head in your shoulder. “Hey, what’s up” you whispered nudging him.

“It’s in London” he mumbled the word into your neck.

Oh, it was in London, as in across the ocean, as in not in the United States, as in a place Lin knew you couldn’t go to, because of your new job. “Oh wow, that’s amazing Lin. When do you start?” You tried so very hard not to let the smile on your face fall as you realized what was probably going to happen between you and Lin over the next couple of months if he took the job.

“I haven’t even decided to take it yet; I don’t want to move to London without you.” Lin looked so conflicted. “I love you and with your new job. I just don’t want to lose you.”

“Lin, you have to take it! I can’t be the one holding you back even if that means I’ll lose you.”

“Maybe I don’t want to lose you, had you thought about that. All I know is that you’re the love of my life, and if that means we only get to see each other in person every few months, I know we can do it because we’re supposed to be together.” Lin’s face crumbled, and he dissolved into tears. “I know this is awful timing because of your new job, but whenever I get off, I’ll fly all the way back here to you.”

“I love you,” You whispered. “So very much.” You kissed the tears off his cheeks and knew that you’d be okay. Lin wasn’t going to leave, not if he had any say in it anyway.

On the day that Lin was set to go to London, you awoke to the heavy weight of Lin’s arm on your abdomen and his head resting on your shoulder. He was still asleep. You couldn’t get up without waking him up and realizing that, you laid there for what felt like hours contemplating your life and relationship with Lin.

When Lin finally stirred awake and saw you watching him sleep, he smirked and murmured, “You aren’t going to be able to keep doing that you know. Sooner or later I’m going to have to get out of bed.”

“No,” you mumbled, snuggling into his side, “If we get up you’re going to have to leave, and I don’t want you to go.”

“Come on lazy. It’s time to start the day.” He pulled you up out of bed and dragged you to the kitchen. “What about pancakes for breakfast?”

“Pancakes and then I think your flight leaves pretty early so we should probably get you to the airport.” You and Lin whirled around the kitchen in the familiar dance that was making breakfast together.

Lin smiled at you as he stirred the bowl of pancake batter a dollop on his nose. “What are you going to do without me?” you whispered, wiping it away with the dish towel hanging on the oven door. “I swear you’re going to go around with pancake batter all over your face in London because you didn’t have someone there to wipe it off for you.”

His sad smile almost brought you to tears, and you realized that this could be the last time you saw Lin in person in nearly a year unless he came home for Thanksgiving or Christmas. “I love you.”

Pushing your feelings to the side, you watched as Lin finished his pancakes and went to the bedroom grabbing his bags and moving them to the entryway. He came over to you sitting at the kitchen table and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Are you ready to go?”

“I don’t want to go. I’ll miss you.”

“We’ll still talk all the time, sweetheart. It’s not like we’re saying goodbye for forever. I’m just going away for a while.”

The drive to the airport was silent, the two of you contemplating life and what was going to happen within the next few months. Little did you know, Lin was trying to figure out how he was going to be able to sleep without you by his side, how was he going to avoid burning dinner without you.

“God I love you,” He stated on the walk to security at JFK, his hands shaking as he held onto his carry-on.  

“Lin,” you grabbed his arm pulling him into an embrace, trying to keep your feeling in check, but it wasn’t working. You could feel a wetness on your shirt and realized Lin was crying, which of course made you cry. 

“I’m going to miss you so very much,” he whispered into your ear as he broke the embrace, “I promise I’m going to call you as often as I can. You’re going to be sick of me.” he called as he walked through security. Away from you. Away from everything.



I was recently at an estate sale when I found some old photo albums.

I didn’t want the albums to be trashed, but I couldn’t buy them all, so I bought the biggest one there.

I have no idea how to return these photos to a family member of the deceased. So I’m asking for help from the internet.

If anyone of you can contact Gary or Billy Chrzan (I won’t share birthdays in order to use that for validation), the sons of Agnes and Ted Chrzan from Central New York, please let them know we have these pictures.

Feel free to message me on Instagram (@actuallyrichardspeight), on tumblr (@actually-richard-speight), and on Twitter (@djinn_and_juice).

I feel like these are important memories- wedding photos, photos from WWII, birthday celebrations- that shouldn’t be lost. They are absolutely beautiful in my opinion, and I think they should go back to the people in the pictures.

Please, please help share this so I can get these in the right hands.

Thank you.

My Promise


This is okay.

It’s 8 am and I’m feeling blah.

They’ve argued before.

They’ve fought multiple times.

Every time it ended with hugs and kisses.

It ended with promises that everything is going to be okay.

Promises that this will never happen again.

Promises that there’s always going to be love.

Except this time it was different.

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Being Altair's Wife Would Include..

This is the second time, I write this because, I accidentally closed the app and I was almost done with it. And why does this feel like betraying Maria?

Warning - Spoiler alert!


• Being in the creed.

• Going on missions together.

• Being Malik’s best friend.

• Malik not liking him.

• Malik thinking he was replaced by Altair.

• Being the only one he can never be arrogant with.

• Not being included in that Robert mission with Malik.

• Being there for him after being stripped of his titles.

• Helping him find those men who Al Mualim wanted dead.

• Him trusting you with his newfound information.

• Having conversations together about your doubts.

• Out of the two of you, you’d be the one to show emotions.

• Malik not being shy to show his heightened resent towards Altair.

• Trying to soften up Malik, knowing how guilty Altair feels.

• Altair coming into Malik’s bureau when you’re having that conversation.

• “Peace and safety, Malik.”

• “Your presence here deprives me of both.”

• Death glaring at Malik.

• Malik trying to cease the sarcastic remarks just for you.

• Going for Robert together.

• Talking to Richard together.

• Travelling in silence back to the palace in Masyaf.

• Him breaking it first.

• “You do know this will be more dangerous than any mission, you’ve ever gone on.”

• Smiling at the concern in his eyes, knowing he has changed.

• “I know.. And I’m right where I’m supposed to be.”

• Sharing one of your rare “I love you” moments.

• Him kissing your forehead as he goes to find Al Mualim.

• “Stay alive, my love.”

• “Strength, Altair.”

• You fighting beside Malik and his men.

• “If Altair manages to end Al Mualim, you will owe him a great apology.”

• “Or what?”

• “Or I’ll force it out of you.”

• The two of you shooting playful remarks back and forth as you protect each other’s backs.

• Rushing to find Altair, despite Malik’s protest after the other assassins regain control of their brains.

• Worriedly, looking at him as you see how he’s looking at the apple.

• Snapping out of it as he sees you.

• Holding you tightly, relieved that you’re safe.

• Him almost fainting when you tell him about your first pregnancy.

• Immediately, knowing who your child’s godfather is.

• Grinning creeply at Malik as you visit him in the bureau in Jerusalem.

• “What have you done, (Y/N)?”

• Him thinking you have finally gone mad.

• Just kissing his cheek.

• “You’re going to be an Uncle, my friend.”

• Stammering as he progressed the news.

• Hearing his chears as you leave him in his bureau.

• Altair not letting you do anything.

• Altair fussing over you.

• Malik sending you letter to ask about the baby and to demand you to stay in one place.

• Relishing in Altair’s happiness and pride as he holds his first newborn in his arms.

• Malik trying to discreetly wipe his tears.

• “Saw that, Big Guy.”

• “I am not made of stone.”

• Malik being the first to show your one year old son around Jerusalem.

• Altair having talking sessions with him to teach him about the world.

• Darim being a sweet little boy.

• Then, Sef coming and everyone loving him just as much as they do Darim.

• Darim being protective of his baby brother.

• Watching in disappointment as Abbas destroys Masyaf.

• Always talking to Altair about him having to do something about it.

• Feeling something happened to one of your sons before learning of the murder of Sef.

• Trying to stay strong for Altair.

• Stopping Darim from hunting down Abbas out of revenge.

• Malik’s long comforting hugs.

• Witnessing Malik’s murder with your eyes.

• You and Altair getting yourselves through it.

• Finally going to confront Abbas together.

• “Strength, Altair.”

• Running away from Masyaf together.

• Supporting Altair and practically, being his advisor.

• Being proud of how Altair have changed.

• Sharing his knowledge.

• Dying of old age between your son, your dear husband, your daughter-in-law and your grandchildren.

• Your last words reminding Altair of staying strong.

• “S-Strength, A-Altair.”