run like a wind

listen: fight club and pulp fiction are good movies, i love them both personally, but if a guy (and you KNOW the type of guy i mean) says they are his Favorite Movies then u need to run. RUN. plan ur exist exit strategy now. if ur texting him then just make something up. “haha i gotta go now. it was nice talking to you. bye!” if you’re somewhere with him just leave. do parkour if you have to. run like the wind. get away from that man

The Odyssey is a strange, adventurous tale of a grown man trying to get home after fighting in a war. He’s on that long journey home, and it’s filled with traps and pitfalls. He’s cursed to wander. He’s always getting carried out to sea, always having close calls. Huge chunks of boulders rock his boat. He angers people he shouldn’t. There’s troublemakers in his crew. Treachery. His men are turned into pigs and then are turned back into younger, more handsome men. He’s always trying to rescue somebody. He’s a travelin’ man, but he’s making a lot of stops.

He’s stranded on a desert island. He finds deserted caves, and he hides in them. He meets giants that say, “I’ll eat you last.” And he escapes from giants. He’s trying to get back home, but he’s tossed and turned by the winds. Restless winds, chilly winds, unfriendly winds. He travels far, and then he gets blown back.

He’s always being warned of things to come. Touching things he’s told not to. There’s two roads to take, and they’re both bad. Both hazardous. On one you could drown and on the other you could starve. He goes into the narrow straits with foaming whirlpools that swallow him. Meets six-headed monsters with sharp fangs. Thunderbolts strike at him. Overhanging branches that he makes a leap to reach for to save himself from a raging river. Goddesses and gods protect him, but some others want to kill him. He changes identities. He’s exhausted. He falls asleep, and he’s woken up by the sound of laughter. He tells his story to strangers. He’s been gone twenty years. He was carried off somewhere and left there. Drugs have been dropped into his wine. It’s been a hard road to travel.

In a lot of ways, some of these same things have happened to you. You too have had drugs dropped into your wine. You too have shared a bed with the wrong woman. You too have been spellbound by magical voices, sweet voices with strange melodies. You too have come so far and have been so far blown back. And you’ve had close calls as well. You have angered people you should not have. And you too have rambled this country all around. And you’ve also felt that ill wind, the one that blows you no good. And that’s still not all of it.

—  Bob Dylan, excerpted from his Nobel Acceptance Lecture

Swhaggar is confused as to why she isn’t the one taking over the universe

On My Love update: I’ve been busy with school lately and haven’t been able to write much, but I think that I’ll divide the chapter after all. The update will come out sooner that way too!

But since you all have been waiting so long, here’s a preview of Chapter 6! :D

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My Star pt 1

Pt 1 || Pt 2 (final) - coming soon

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Summary: She was so wrong for him, and you knew it. If only Taehyung could realize it.

Word Count: 5,417

Originally posted by mvssmedia

A loud pop resulted from you smacking your lips together trying to even out the layer of tinted gloss,

“Ooo, where are you going tonight?” Your roommate, Yeo Woon, gasped from her spot on the couch, “You’re going out on a date?” 

“I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m not going out on a date. I’m going to hang out with Tae.” 

Since you were examining your makeup one last time with your pocket mirror, you didn’t see the pout on Yeo Woon’s face but you could most certainly sense it, “Geez, Y/N…don’t tell me you still have a crush on him.”

“What! Me? A crush..on him?”

“Oh c’mon, Y/N-ah. Everyone who knows you on this goddamn planet knows you have a crush on Taehyung. Aside from him, of course.”

“I…I do not! And even if I did…I got over it…” Your cheeks flared with heat as you quickly shoved your mirror back in your purse,

“You’re all dressed up, you’ve been smiling all day, and you used one of my facial packs last night which is weird considering you always complain about the sliminess. So basically, you must still have a crush on him if you’re doing yourself up like this just to ‘go hang out’.” 

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anonymous asked:

My school has a uniform. The girls have to wear skirts but we can wear trousers too. Nobody gives a damn when the girls roll their skirts up to their arses, but as soon as somebody isn't wearing black socks, you better run like the wind motherfucker cause they gonna eat you alive for wearing socks of any other colour

Like I said......
  • Burr: Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead.
  • Laurens: Yo yo yo yo yo what time is it? Showtime!
  • Me: Yay, I like Laurens
  • Burr: Like I said....
  • Me: Wait is he referencing to- what. No. Laurens. Burr- *shuts off phone and thinks for like an hour*
  • Me: Why did History happen.

date an entity made of wood. date an entity who creaks while walking like the trees crack when the  wind runs through them. date an entity who is completely alive, something wild and old and terrifying and untamed with moss under its unbelievably long nails.

Pack Sleepover

PAUL LAHOTE IMAGINE

Requested: “Could you do a Paul from Twilight imagine of for some reason the whole pack has to stay at Sam and Emily’s so it’s basically a giant slumber party in the living room and Paul and his imprint are all cuddled up together trying to sleep but the rest of the pack is a bunch of annoying brats??”

Sorry for the wait, exams got me pretty stressed but they are finally over now!  I hope you like it, even though it is a little shorter than normal!

Word Count: 741

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED.

The idea of the sleepover was to have some time to relax together.  The pack had had a lot going on lately, a lot of vampire related troubles had been keeping them up at night and on patrol all day.  Now that everything was sorted and things were relatively normal again, Sam had suggested having a pack sleepover.  I suspected he wouldn’t suggest it again.  The food had disappeared almost as soon as it was placed on the table and as a result most of the pack were on sugar highs.  The pack tended to be energetic anyway but with a whole tonne of sugar running through their veins they were crazy.

In a useless attempt at calming the pack down a little somebody had put a movie on.  Most of the pack were ignoring it completely though, or hadn’t even noticed it was on.  They were too busy winding each other up and running around like 5-year-olds at a birthday party.  It was quite funny to watch to be honest, I was just glad that they were smiling.  I hadn’t seen them this happy in weeks.  

Paul stuck beside me, off to one side of the living room.  We were both laying in our sleeping bags, watching the drama unfold.  Paul had his arm around me as I was pressed up against his chest, feeling every vibration as he laughed at his pack mates.  Sam had given up trying to keep them all in line and had disappeared with a last despairing look, so now there were a whole bunch of teasing arguments going on around the room and a good few of them were play fighting.  At least I hoped they were pretending.  

By the time the credits rolled on the movie which nobody had bothered to watch, I was ready to fall asleep.  I rolled over to face Paul, burying my face into his chest as my eyes slowly closed.  I felt him place a feather light kiss on my forehead as I hummed contentedly.  And then felt something hit the pack of my head.  I rolled back over as quick as a Flash and shot a glare at the crowd of boys giggling like little girls.  
“Which one of you threw that?”  I snapped, reaching to find whatever it was that had landed in my hair.  It was a piece of popcorn.  I rolled my eyes when none of them answered and peeked over my shoulder to find Paul shooting daggers at them all.  
“It was Quil.”  He muttered, grinning as there was aloud exclamation of complaint.  That grin quickly disappeared as a piece of popcorn hit him in the centre of his forehead.   I bit my lip to suppress a giggle as I lay back down again, getting comfortable.  
“Are you done?”  I grumbled, closing my eyes again as Paul wrapped his arms around me.  
“Nope.”  The pack chorused.  

At first I tried to ignore the pack, but they sure were persistent.  They kept yelling over the room at us every time I felt like I was about to doze off and pretty soon the two of us were covered in the popcorn and jelly sweets that the rest of them had thrown our way.  
“Can you guys quit it?  We’re trying to sleep?”  Paul growled.  Sometimes I wondered how on earth he managed to put up with being in their heads all of the time.  “Can you guys quit it with the cutesy coupley stuff then because we’re trying not to throw up.”  Jared quipped back and I rolled my eyes, biting back a small laugh.  I opened my eyes to see Paul watching them with a small smirk on his face.  “If us trying to sleep grosses you out then good luck with this.”  He met my eyes before leaning forward to capture my lips in his.  Much to the annoyance of the pack.  I heard a collective groan from behind me and laughed into the kiss, before pulling back, a deep blush covering my face.  I hid my face in Paul’s chest, ignoring the laughter from the pack as they noticed my tomato-like complexion.  “Can you please just let us fucking sleep?”  Paul’s eyes widened as the curse word slipped past my lips.  “I would let her sleep.”  He said, looking uneasy.  “Or she may well kill you.”  I smiled, closing my eyes.  “And I certainly won’t be the one to stop her.” 

She sits on the ground, tracing figures.
She explains out loud.
Don’t tell me she’s not there.

He squats over here, freckles invading his nose.
His friends squint in the fine dust of Texas.
The wind tosses it in their eyes.
He flips a thumb, a wrist.
A marble rolls, jumps.

She stops.
She stands up; her legs brown as bark.
Her face, too solemn.

He ignores her.
Don’t tell me he’s gone.

She walks through them.
He looks away
The other boys, stand awkwardly,
Bodies poised to flee

She brushes tops of heads,
Duck, duck, duck, she whispers.

He runs his hand through his hair.
He tries to concentrate on the balls at his knees.

One boy makes excuses, runs home.
He pushes the others down.

She pauses
Waits while another runs away.
He emits a small sound trail like wind picking up
S O P H I
A a a

Duck, duck.
Is goose even a word? Is it necessary?
Doesn’t everyone know what happens next?

@katrinnac