road full of love

The President, who is a big man, shoved me again, one time too many. I was working for Hillary, and I wasn’t going to let anyone screw up her entrance. I shoved him back. Hard. He shoved me. Hard. I shoved him. Harder. Both of us meant it.
I was in a fight with the leader of the free world.
The Secret Service watched in horror. Hillary hissed, “Stop it, boys!”
—  Patrick S. Halley, On The Road With Hillary

These are fics that were posted on Tumblr. I’m not always good at bookmarking fics like those, and I assume the same is true of other people, so I wanted to draw special attention to them. Some of them have been posted to AO3 in ficlet collections, but those can also get lost in the shuffle.

untitled ficlet by @maybetwice​ (canonverse)
The ghosts follow him everywhere like a procession.

Probably one of my all-time favorites. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. I’m not totally sure why, but the idea of Jon being haunted by ghosts post-resurrection (Ned, Robb, and Ygritte in this case) who give him relationship advice is appealing and this is by turns funny, sad, and sweet–quite a feat for a fic which can’t be much more than 500 words.

untitled ficlet by @jeynegrey (modern AU)
It isn’t supposed to be Jon. They are at Joffrey’s party, and they are playing Seven Minutes in Heaven, and the Tyrell cousins pushed her in the closet and said Joffrey was coming.

High school AU, which is normally not quite my thing personally, but I like the open-ended wistfulness here.

untitled ficlet by @jonnsansa (modern AU)
Sansa knows, deep down, that she should feel bad about what she’s doing. Pretending she has no idea Jon is, well, Jon is a cruel thing to play at – even crueler that she hooks her finger under the collar of his impressive costume and pulls him in for a kiss, like he’s not special, like he’s just another cute co-ed at this Halloween party. 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH, everything is all mixed up and it hurts, it hurts so good

build me a city and call it jerusalem by @kylorenvevo (modern AU)
She had a smile that reminded him of the scheming aristocrats back home in Valyria, false and brittle, picture-perfect and hollow.

Really charming and delightful - a modern royal AU (Jon being the royalty, albeit in disguise as a normal dude, Sansa not). It’s really sweet without being saccharine.

your hands a river gesture by @kylorenvevo (modern AU)
The summer for him was Sansa, with her long auburn hair blowing in the wind and the sunlight bouncing off her oversized aquamarine-tinted aviators. She hadn’t exactly wanted him to tag along on her great Westerosi roadtrip slash existential crisis, but misery loves company and, anyway, her siblings were too young

ROAD TRIP AUS ARE ALWAYS THE BEST. A lovely brief snapshot full of chicken nuggets and discussions of Kerouac.

What people don’t know, is how hard living on the edge is.
You spend all day, happy beyond belief. Nothing can go wrong, and if it does, you brush it off. You admire the beauty in how the clouds shine pink for a few seconds as the sun disappears. You laugh at the group of ducks quacking across the road. You are full of warmth and love for where you are and everyone in your life.
And in a split second, that crumbles.
Suddenly you’re in tears because the sky has never looked so blue and the colour consumes you. You mourn for the constant chase the moon has with the sun and you sob over how nature is so beautiful and you are not.
One minute, there is no edge and you have nothing to fear.
The next, you’ve slipped into the abyss and the faux happiness you were living in breaks under the pressure of the black clouds in your head.
—  Alexandra Joan Alexander

pair of forgivers: a fanmix for blackwall, rainier, and the inquisitor 

[playlist on youtube]

oh darlin’ what have I done? | white buffalo 

Oh tell me what the hell I’ve done,
Can I stop at one,
Or have I just begun?

blood on your shirt | to kill a king 

It’s too late to say you’re sorry,
Say you’re sorry still.

you were a kindness | the national

You were a kindness when I was a stranger,
But I wouldn’t ask for what I didn’t need.

six weeks | of monsters and men 

She follows me into the woods,
Takes me home.

young blood | the naked and famous (cover by birdy)

As you shiver,
Count up all your mistakes,
Pair of forgivers,
Let go before it’s too late.

head full of doubt/road full of promise | the avett brothers 

If you’re loved by someone, you’re never rejected,
Decide what to be and go be it.

second chances | gregory alan isakov

Oh my heart was all black,
But I saw something shine,
Thought that part was yours, but it might just be mine,
I could share it with you, if you gave me the time.


LS to BB to BB (and vice versa)

Dear Listener,

If you are looking for a playlist that will fill you with delight, lull you to a peaceful sleep, or remind you of middle school dances, I advise you to look elsewhere. These songs relate a story that is direly upsetting and upsettingly dire, and more complicated than you might have previously imagined. A triangle is one of the simplest forms in Euclidean geometry, yet acquires properties which are positively labyrinthine when the human heart is involved. “Labyrinthine” is a word which here means that under better circumstances, a different arrangement might have been reached to the satisfaction of all parties. I beg you to seek out music that will make you think of better circumstances, or at least of less troubling geometry.

With all due respect,
Lemony Snicket

Listen on 8tracks, despite an explicit warning and your better instincts.

Notes under the cut.

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But you never changed. Not really.
—  Dean (Six Word Story)

artsy-daisy  asked:

Sarah love dont ever feel bad for venting on here we all love you! I can't simply say that things will get better right away, though please remember that you're not alone. Someone as kind and open minded as you will definitely have a fulling life later down the road. Please hang in there <33

i love you so much <3

Thrills and Automobiles


You were both driving up to see Micheal’s parents, a usual occurrence when he had a weekend off. You had the radio on loud and were sitting comfortably without feeling the need to talk, only occasionally singing along with the songs blaring from the speakers. The sun was setting on the countryside through which you were driving, which made the lighting in the car resemble something of a sun-drenched polaroid picture.

Mikey’s hand left its original place on the steering wheel and placed it on your bare leg, absent mindely tapping the tips of his fingers on your skin along with the beat of the music. His fingers then started to draw shapes as he crept further and further up your thigh. You pretended to be occupied looking out of the window. You pretended that his touch wasn’t phasing you, but the small whimper that you let out at his hand brushed the inside of your thigh gave your game away badly.

‘Nice try’ he smirked. 

‘Hey I was trying to look nonchalant’ you replied as you both laughed. 

‘Anyway, shouldn’t you be focusing on not crashing the car?’ you continued, jokingly. 

‘Alright then’ he responded as he drew his fingers away from your skin and you felt a sinking of disappointment in your stomach.

 For some unknown reason, sex in a car had always been a fantasy of yours and Micheal knew this, which is why he took such pleasure in teasing you. But oh he wasn’t going to get away with it that easily.

This time it was your turn. Your hand travelled over the material of his black jeans, lightly stroking up his thigh. You looked at him to see him smirking as he licked his lips. Your hand moved towards his crotch as his breath quickened and you could feel him harden already beneath your hand.

‘Looks like im the not the only one who finds the idea of doing it in a car hot now’ you teased, as you carried on stroking, refusing to undo his belt or go beneath the material of his jeans which you knew would be driving him crazy. 

‘Fuck. Right, that’s it.’ He stated suddenly. He swerved the car down a small, lonely looking country lane and turned the engine off, which abruptly stopped the music too.

‘Come here’ he said and you did as you were told, taken aback by this new, more dominant Micheal. However, by no means was it a bad thing. You had only just lowered yourself onto his lap when he hastily crushed his lips onto your own. You kissed roughly and passionately as his hands slipped under your top and explored your bare skin. Low groans started to escape from his mouth as you began to slowly grind yourself against him, feeling him harden and harden beneath you by the second.

His mouth left yours and started to travel down to your neck, after sucking on the sweet spot between your ear and your jaw for a few moments. The sloppy kisses that he was leaving on your skin were soon changed for love bites as he sucked on your skin, relentlessly leaving his mark and you were sure that you would have to wear a scarf for the entirety of the trip to his parents’ house. The trail of kisses soon reached the fabric of your top as he broke the contact of his lips from you for the first time since you started straddling him. He hastily hauled your top over your head before doing the same to his own. He then gave your breasts the same treatment as you neck, sucking at the sensitive skin which caused you to moan, tilting your head back.

Before you knew it, he had opened his legs wider, with you balanced in the empty space between them as his hand found you, pulling the crotch of your underwear aside. He began rubbing, as shots of ecstasy began to shoot through you, their energy fizzing right from the tips of your fingers to your curling toes. Without warning, he then pushed two fingers inside of you, you lightly started bouncing on his fingers, desperate to take as much of what he could give you. You leant back and your back arched against the steering wheel, begging him to continue.

Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers from you and you looked at him, and he laughed at your obviously annoyed expression. ‘Mike, what the fuck?’ you questioned. He pulled you closer to him and said ‘no love, if you’re going to cum in my car, I want us to cum together’.

With that, your lips reconnected, tongues battling for dominance, as you fumbled with his belt and he shimmied his jeans and underwear down. ‘You ready?’ he asked, with a smirk on his face and a glint in his eye, knowing that his questions and slowing down of the process would be irritating you no end. ‘Always’ you replied as you started to lower yourself onto him. You started riding him up and down as he held onto your waist, firmly guiding your movements, whilst your lips never broke contact, constantly moaning into each other’s’ mouths. You continued like this, until suddenly he started to thrust from beneath you too, this was the final push that you both needed. You both moved fasted against each other, as the car was now filled with the sounds of both of your moans and the skin on skin contact. Your fingers slid down the sides of the windows which were now very steamed up as you tried to find something to grip on to.

‘Fuck, im going to cum’, he growled into your ear. You were incapable of replying as your orgasm shot through out as you let yourself go. He shortly followed, releasing himself inside you as the movements from both parties started to slow.

You both looked at each other, almost in disbelief of how two people could make one another feel so good. ‘Holy shit’ he breathed into your neck, his lips then finding their way to yours kissing you softly: a kiss full of love. ‘We should probably go on road trips or something more often’ you giggled as he kissed you lightly on the nose.

The sun had now almost set around you, without either one of you managing to notice its slow, progressive absence, as you dressed yourselves reluctantly and carried on with your journey. 

Fighting clouds

You are the sun after a storm,
You are the light after a dark road,
You are the full part of the glass,

Went through a lot, loved a lot,
Felt helpless a bit, overwhelmed,
But still stayed strong,
Bringing positivity,

I don’t know where you find the hope,
The hope you hold on to at night,
The one you share with me, you know right,
The things you tell me, which made you my role model.

I’m thankful I have met you on my journey,
You are the understanding and supportive one I needed,
Please stay yourself, spread these strengths you acquired,
Stay as you are and please stay with me.

You’ve been your own light in darkness all this time,
Now it’s time for you and me to shine,
Together, we will make our time.


Forgotten Anniversary// Tenille & Colby

Tenille was finally back on the road full time and she was loving life. Not only was she traveling around the world living the life, but she also got to do it with her best friend and boyfriend, Colby. She loved being on the road with him and not having to wait for him to come home to spend 2 days together if they were lucky. In her mind things couldn’t be better, but she couldn’t shake this feeling that something wasn’t right. Colby hadn’t been acting like his normal self around her and she had no idea why. Had she done something wrong? Had she forgotten something? She racked her mind but nothing came to her even though she’d forgotten something pretty significant to their relationship, their 2 year anniversary.

They finally had an off day so she decided she would try to feel him out and try to figure out what was up without flat out asking him. She made the decision to try and soften him up a little by making him breakfast so she’d gotten up early that morning to make him cinnamon roll pancakes with homemade icing. She was as careful as she could be to not wake him up, and as she did she thought she might have as he looked to stir a moment but quickly seemed to have gone back to sleep. Once she’d reached the kitchen she gathered her ingredients and quickly whipped up some batter for the pancakes. When the pancake batter hit the pan the smell of cinnamon was starting to take over the room and she hoped the smell would reach their bedroom and draw her boyfriend out from his slumber.



chaotic-necessities submitted: 

 I’m 5'4

The first two are from before. Before college. Before I fell down the rabbit hole. Before I got sick. They’re back when I ate constantly and never gave a crap about what kind of stuff I was putting into my body.

Then, I got sick. Developed an eating disorder, dropped 75 pounds in a year give or take, and was miserable. Never getting the nutrients needed. Never feeling happy or loving, or even loved. Destroying relationships left and right. Which I don’t want to document.

The bottom two, those are from today. I’m in the recovery process. I have gained 15 pounds. I’m taking it day by day. Hardly weighing myself. Exercising when I can, mostly cardio and a few ab work outs until I can afford the gym. I may not be exactly where I want to be, but I’m stronger and healthier than I’ve been in the last 6 years, but most importantly..I’m happier with my body and myself and have a long road ahead of me that will be full of constant self love, courage, and happiness.

—- SEND in your own Before and After weight loss progress photos HERE.

Rest Of Our Lives


Description:  one where you have just graduated as a film major from art school and you begin interning for Reel Bear Media, you create the highlight reels and then you and Josh slowly start to fall for each other?? Maybe a makeout session if you’re comfortable writing it?

Requested by anon, but they know who they are and I hope you like it! Message me if you were expecting or wanting something different, I will write another if you’d like! ;)

Night after night, you were reminded of how you had the absolute best job in the world. You got to follow Tyler and Josh around, taking short videos for the highlight reel of their tour videos on YouTube. As if seeing them behind a camera lens every day wasn’t enough, you got to spend way too much time with them because of all of the places they brought you along to. Even though you were just an intern, you felt like you were closer to the boys than the normal relationship between an employer and their employees. Every place that the tour brought you, the boys made sure to take you out somewhere, whether that be to see a sight in the city, to eat at a restaurant that was famous for its food, or just to see a movie if the weather was especially bad. You went along with all of it, desperately hoping that the friendship was felt both ways, though you knew there was something else creeping up from behind that you weren’t entirely sure you could stop. When you took the time to think about it late at night just before you fell asleep, you weren’t sure you wanted it to stop, either.

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