scream forest

im sorry but

a group of people sat in a room and wrote this:

A film crew and editing crew purposefully made sure they added this:

oh its not enough that they’re hugging lets make sure we casually film her arms wrapping ‘round him:

and this

fuck it lets have them gaze into each others eyes like fuck ur perfect

Remember that time Bellamy limped around a forest 

Screaming he cant loose her

but nah right its platonic af the way he protects her

Try to stop him getting to her

Not like he’s repeatedly shown as her weakness either or nuttin

Quick we have to show them eye fucking each other again // platonically

noTHING to sEE HEre

“if ur a bird i’m a bird”

*quickly lets pan to Bellamy’s reaction of this - but it doESN’t mean anYTHing obviously*

They go ahead and tell us “its just friendship” and then write this shit:

Every single little detail:

Has been added there on purpose:

For a reason.

Like having her new romatic interest comment on their relationship the same ep they have their first kiss… but nah that was for no reason obviously…

ffs she spoke to him everyday for 6 years and 7 days

Every 

single

day

For

2199

days

but honestly, its just platonic!!!!! Obviously.

right?

right.

I had a dream that an outtake from a Ted Cruz campaign commercial got leaked of him seeing a large turkey vulture in a forest and screaming “WHAT THE F*** IS THAT” and emitting a high pitched shriek while the vulture just casually walked closer to him. The whole thing became a giant meme.

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‘  my kink is getting some fuckin sleep.  ’
‘  omg here goes your lil crybaby ass.  ’
‘  the beatles wouldn’t even fucking exist if big time rush hadn’t paved the path for them so shut the fuck up.  ’
‘  don’t start buddy. don’t you dare.  ’
‘  gay rights? true, as a gay, i am always right.  ’
‘  not to vent, but: fuck.  ’
‘  the worst pain is to make small talk with someone you once told everything to.  ’
‘  i think i accidentally break my own heart a lot.  ’
‘  sometimes ‘brb’ stands for ‘be ready bitch’ so you have to be careful.  ’
‘  i want to kiss you in a way that makes you not want to kiss anyone else ever again.  ’
‘  shout out to the people who are still friends with me even though i’m a fucking idiot.  ’
‘  it’s safe to assume that at any given moment i want to go back to bed.  ’
‘  i’m a big fan of anything that will help me chill the fuck out.  ’
‘  i don’t go through people’s pictures on their phone cause i wasn’t raised in the jungle.  ’
‘  i think we, as a people, just need to have a glass of water.  ’
‘  i don’t have enough black clothes.  ’
‘  sweetie, i could sleep for ten years and i’d still be tired.  ’
‘  i would sleep so much better with your arms wrapped around me.  ’
‘  me??? tired??? sleepy??? yes, constantly.  ’
‘  i’m pb&j – petty, bitter, and jealous.  ’
‘  the fact that sloths aren’t extinct somehow proves that if you go at your own pace and mind your own fucking business you too can succeed.  ’
‘  i wish i could be the person i want to be, but i’m too tired.  ’
‘  i always look sleep deprived. is that hot?  ’
‘  just because there’s always room for improvement doesn’t mean you’ll never be good enough.  ’
‘  my heart is a soft and sensitive mess.  ’
‘  all i want is a big garden and no responsibilities.  ’
‘  honestly someone not liking beyonce is a deal breaker and not for any political reasons, but just like you’re probably, definitely really boring.  ’
‘  hey guys, i’m a huge fan of genuine love and affection.  ’
‘  now i’m falling asleep and she’s calling a crab and he’s having a smoke and she’s kissing the crab.  ’
‘  i’ve been ever since i heard ‘lonely’ by akon at 9 years-old.  ’
‘  my new years resolution is to stop.  ’
‘  i’m irritated cause i’m not lovable in a romantic soulmate way.  ’
‘  i hate knowing that people that ruined parts of me still live and function like nothing ever happened.  ’
‘  i know i’m cute, but you can remind me.  ’
‘  hey, just wondering, but are you fucking kidding me????  ’
‘  i can’t wait to be in love with someone who is also deepfuck in love with me and we love each other forever n’ ever.  ’
‘  me? clingy? yes. please don’t leave me.  ’
‘  girlfriend application compatibility question: do you keep your depression pile on the bed or on the floor?  ’
‘  anything heart shaped is automatically 200% better. this is a fact.  ’
‘  today’s agenda: screaming into the abyss.  ’
‘  going from ‘today is a good day’ to ‘i hate my life’ takes me approximately 2.6 seconds.  ’
‘  everyone needs to wash their face and go to bed.  ’
‘  i’m worth so much more than the ways i’ve been treated.  ’
‘  hey, can i claim you guys as dependents on my taxes?  ’
‘  i really just ignore phone calls. like leave a message. i don’t check those either but like  ’
‘  i honestly just want to pack my bags and go travel the world and see and explore everything possible.  ’
‘  remember being little and thinking dandelions were fun or a pretty color or something and every adult in an 80 mile radius wouldn’t let you say that without screaming IT’S A WEED.  ’
‘  why did we just accept catdog?  ’
‘  my ‘stay in bed all day’ game’s too strong.  ’
‘  you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable.  ’
‘  i always forget that i literally don’t owe anyone anything!  ’
‘  i wonder what it feels like to know what the fuck is going on.  ’
‘  honestly… us girls? us women? we always out here, knowin.  ’
‘  would an alien think i’m pretty?  ’
‘  i love boys, but only as a concept.  ’
‘  why do parents get mad when you sleep in all day? like i’m staying out of trouble and i’m not spending your money like what’s the issue here????  ’
‘  i identify as an inconvenience to the world.  ’
‘  i seriously regret telling anyone, anything, ever lmao  ’
‘  dating me is like dating a five year-old. i need all of your attention and i’m cranky if i haven’t had a nap.  ’
‘  i’m literally tired of myself.  ’
‘  don’t introduce me to ur parents unless you plan on marrying me because they’re going to love me and ask about me for the rest of your life lol  ’
‘  what the hell is a straight person? only straight thing i know about is the edge of my beloved sword.  ’
‘  i highly recommend never having feelings.  ’
‘  self care is going into a cornfield at night to get abducted by aliens.  ’
‘  staying up late with another human is such a weird thing like you get this special bond and a what-is-this feeling  ’
‘  do u ever feel like ur not even friends with ur friends?  ’
‘  um no offense but whom’st’ve going to loveth me?  ’
‘  date a girl who fucks everything up.  ’
‘  not all who mcfreakin wander are mcfreakin lost.  ’
‘  i may legally be an adult but don’t be fooled. i have no idea what i’m doing.  ’
‘  a fun and interesting fact about me is that i’m a fucking idiot.  ’
‘  you can start again anytime!  ’
‘  all you can do is learn your lesson. there’s no point in wishing you had did differently. the past is the past.  ’
‘  i can’t believe an angel like me has to suffer so much.  ’
‘  you’re all so obsessed with love and being loved. what about just going to sleep?  ’
‘  i’m smart, but i do dumb shit anyway.  ’
‘  tbh i never deal with my emotions. i just let them ravage my body and then go to bed and then i wake up and do it all over again.  ’
‘  first of all: i don’t know shit, so jot that down.  ’
‘  i’ll just ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ my way through life.  ’
‘  i’m tired of things costing money.  ’
‘  don’t you hate it when you’re dead inside and run out of apps to refresh?  ’
‘  who cares? do better, move on.  ’
‘  i don’t need a significant other. just a significant income.  ’
‘  appreciation for everyone who’s ever talked to me bc i’m annoying and dumb.  ’
‘  thnks fr th mntl llnss.  ’
‘  what  hasn’t killed me has just made me overly sensitive and defensive.  ’
‘  i don’t know shit ya’ll!!!!! i’m just out here.  ’
‘  binge-watching is great until you run out of the show and have to start watching it weekly like some sort of medieval peasant.  ’
‘  i’m in the wrong realm and i think everyone can tell.  ’
‘  this might come as a shock but I’m Not Feelin too good my dudes.  ’
‘  i’m alive, but only ironically.  ’
‘  there she goes again being over dramatic and by she, i mean me.  ’
‘  do you ever feel like have tried Too Hard to a friend and now you have become That Obnoxious Weirdo?  ’
‘  lgbt: lasagna! garfield’s beloved treat.  ’
‘  my favorite phrase in the english language is ‘i shit you not.’  ’
‘  i’m a real boring bitch! a snoozer!  ’
‘  i honestly look so good lounging in an oversized t-shirt and no pants. when will someone experience the blessing of domestic living w/ me?  ’
‘  you don’t understand how hard it is to take a selfie when you’re ugly.  ’
‘  you son of a mumford!  ’
‘  hi, i’m here to ruin everything.  ’
‘  you can tell a lot about a person by looking at their hands. for example, if it’s a skeleton hand then they’re dead.  ’
‘  the year is 2020 and i am found guilty of treason against the united states for vague blogging that i hate someone and donald trump thought it was about him.  ’
‘  everybody calm down, we’re going to be fine! :))) we’ve weathered worse than this! :) :) :) :) really all this panic just seems like a huge overreaction imho   ’
‘  no beta readers. we publish our crap writing like men.  ’
‘  i need $$$$$ not feelings.  ’
‘  ‘idk imma see’ = i ain’t coming, never was coming, never considered it, never gave it a single thought, only remembered cause you asked again.  ’
‘  oops, i don’t care lol  ’
‘  why girls always crop the halo out of their selfies? stop being so modest. we know the truth.  ’
‘  maurice, you’re not gonna fucking believe this,  ’
‘  i always get told i look like a bitch bc i’m always glaring while i walk, but i’m not glaring, i’m squinting. i have sensitive eyes. they’re watering.  ’
‘  concept: it’s 3 am. candle lit room. a record is spinning. you’re kissing me. we have no worries in the world. we’re warm and content.  ’
‘  i need to go into the forest and scream for an hour and a half.  ’
‘  pls kill all men who yell at girls from cars.  ’
‘  life really isn’t what i expected it to be. less quicksand. almost no quicksand to be honest. lots of metaphorical quicksand tho.  ’
‘  i have a question for u: like are u done… like is it over?  ’
‘  we all have that one person who ruins your day by being alive.  ’
‘  we all have that one person who ruins your day by being alive. for me, it’s myself.  ’
‘  whenever i see police i always try not to act suspicious and fail internally even though i never did anything wrong.  ’
‘  new years resolution: less bitter, more glitter.  ’

Overly stressed

“I have so much to do, I have my potions project to finish, and charms presentation, transfiguration analysis, history of magic essay and a stupid worksheet for defense against the dark arts. All due tomorrow. I’m dying here”
“But don’t we also have that diagram for herbology?”
“….. I’m going to the forbidden forest to scream for a little bit. Anyone want to join me?”

trees

Something i noticed in almost every video i’ve seen of Trees live is that when Tyler sings the first chorus, he just sort of looks up, body loose, and lyrics just spilling out so smoothly, rich and full, loud and clear, like singing in the corner of a tiled shower or down and empty tube slide. But at one point, he just stops. stops singing and just stands there, fingers pressing into all of the right keys, head back, lips forming his lyrics, and his eyes—he closes them. Just closes them. Sometimes, he wavers. Sways a little on his feet, bathed in that green light.

I used to wonder a lot about what he’d be thinking, what would go on inside his head, what he’d see when he’d look up, if he sees something when he closes his eyes, if he sees nothing. If that’s what he wants. That song, it can make you feel like there’s nothing. He’s said as much about it. I think a lot about him going out into the forest and screaming out for responses that never come. There is no resolution to the song. No nothing.

But I remember the first time I saw that song live, in person. For myself. Just one person mixed into a mass of people. Human bodies. And that’s something else. There’s something about being there, with everybody else, listening to the first drawn out chords before he speaks. Everyone goes silent, hanging on to every word, bubbling with excitement for the finale, dreading the end of he best night of their living lives, brimming with the hope we all feel in our chests and stomachs that somehow radiates off of a seemingly endless song.

And then I really witnessed it. That spectacle. A man, doused in green light, head back, face tilted skywards. Singing. not singing. Eyes closed. I realized then, I didn’t need to know what he thought, what he saw. There’s something about hearing a lonely without being alone, a hopeless song that radiates hope, that is otherworldly, almost spiritual. Other voices echoing the words they’ve tattooed on their hearts, finding the harmonies that lay beneath the vocal tracks. It was beautiful.

Now I realize, that maybe you can’t help it, closing your eyes, leaning back, and knowing—knowing there is hopelessness and hope, loose endings and The Ends. There’s just something about that song. And I can’t remember if I did or didn’t, (I’d like to think that I did) if I closed my eyes and let the words flow like honey from deep inside my stomach. I don’t understand why or what exactly it is about the song that makes me. But months later, I can’t help but do it now. The chords striking something lost and not quite whole within, head back, lips forming his lyrics, and my eyes—I close them.

punkrocknerdfighter  asked:

if we accept that the Others are so arrogant, which is v likely, does that imply the Others don't remember that they lost the last time(s) they went up against humanity? do the Others' arrogance imply a lack of cultural memory? can we even connect their homicidal slaving nature as a whole to anything resembling a culture?

Oh, they remember. 

Ser Waymar met him bravely. “Dance with me then.” He lifted his sword high over his head, defiant. His hands trembled from the weight of it, or perhaps from the cold. Yet in that moment, Will thought, he was a boy no longer, but a man of the Night’s Watch.

The Other halted. Will saw its eyes; blue, deeper and bluer than any human eyes, a blue that burned like ice. They fixed on the longsword trembling on high, watched the moonlight running cold along the metal. For a heartbeat he dared to hope.

They emerged silently from the shadows, twins to the first. Three of them … four … five … 

The memory of Lightbringer stops a white walker in his tracks, and spurs several others to step in as potential reinforcements. But once they realize they’re in no danger, the supremacist confidence returns. 

When the blades touched, the steel shattered.

A scream echoed through the forest night, and the longsword shivered into a hundred brittle pieces, the shards scattering like a rain of needles. Royce went to his knees, shrieking, and covered his eyes. Blood welled between his fingers.

The watchers moved forward together, as if some signal had been given. Swords rose and fell, all in a deathly silence. It was cold butchery. The pale blades sliced through ringmail as if it were silk. Will closed his eyes. Far beneath him, he heard their voices and laughter sharp as icicles.

That initial doubt is very telling, however. As I and others (heh) have argued before, the link between the political and magical plots is that the Others are an exaggeration and distillation of the political plot’s worst aspects. Take the Essosi slave system, turn it up to 11, and you’ve got the wights. The Others laughing as they cut up Waymar Royce gets across the same message as the Mountain’s men laughing about their gang rape. Probably the most direct link can be found in Jon’s arc: he confronts bigotry and alienation while trying to get the NW and the wildlings to band together in the face of the Others. In other words, dealing with the magical threat means dealing with the political threat. They’re two sides of the same coin. 

And one of the things I like best about the series is how thoroughly GRRM demystifies his villains, cutting through their pretenses and bringing them crashing down to earth. Tywin initially comes off larger than life, but is gradually revealed as a deeply petty man driven by ego and resentment, and dies on the can. Littlefinger is unquestionably a clever schemer and a financial wizard, but it’s hard to be impressed by him given his constant need to let everyone know how smart he is. Ramsay is both a terrifying torturer who subjected Theon to hell and a pathetic brat respected by precisely nobody in Northern politics. Even Euron has his “fled like a dog” moment. 

Exposing a bully’s weak spot lets you know that while you have good reason to fear them, you don’t have to respect them, and that applies to the Others as much as Tywin and Littlefinger and Ramsay. They have the power to end the world, but the way to stop them is to remember that hesitation displayed by the first one we met, and set out to multiply it a hundred times over, a thousand times, a million, until they’re dead or fled once more. 

When Morning Rolls Around


Jughead x Reader

Summary: When Jughead mysteriously drops all interest in the Blossom case, the reader begins having nightmares caused by her boyfriend’s suspicious behavior.

     Looking around the wooded area, you waited for your boyfriend to meet you for your picnic. It was four in the morning when your boyfriend had asked you to meet him at the lake in an hour for an early breakfast. Knowing him not to be the romantic type, you found yourself blushing at the idea of a peaceful moment between the two of you. As time passed, dark clouds began to circle the sky, and you grew anxious from every minute late that he had become. Crossing your arms from the sudden chill in the air, you jumped at the sound of rustling in the nearby forest. A scream echoed through the trees as the crackling of the leaves seemed to get closer. Fear taking over your body, you turned on your heel to leave, when a figure bumped right into you. Shrieking of fright you backed up fast, falling onto the ground, before making out the face of the boy staring worriedly back at you.

“Jughead? Oh my god.” You said, scrambling to your feet and wrapping your arms around him in relief.

“What’s wrong?” He looked at you intensely, with a confused expression.

     Shaking your head, you noticed the rate that your heart was beating. “There was a scream and a crackling in the woods and I thought that someone was following me and-”

Jughead cut you off by pulling your head into his chest and shushing you. “Everything’s alright now. I’m here.” You nodded into his shirt, the smell of blood flooding into your nostrils. Backing out from the warmth of his body, you suddenly became cold at the realization that he was splattered in blood, fresh blood. The boy looked at you sadly, your eyes meeting his as you tried to make sense of what was happening. Glancing back at his body, you watched as the blood disappeared and his hand arose from behind his back, clutching a butcher’s knife.

     Your brain began to register the events from moments before. The rustling, the scream. All of this felt like a reenactment. Focusing on Jughead once more, you looked on as he charged at you with the knife. By the time that you realized that you had foreseen the sounds in the woods from earlier, it was too late. And as the cold knife plunged into your body, you screamed.

     The thick duvet wrapped tightly around your body wasn’t enough to shield you from the nightmares that wracked your brain at night. This was the third night in a row that the same nightmare had occurred. Luckily, because the last two nightmares had happened on the weekend, you were able to avoid the beanie headed boy. Today however, you found no such luck. For hours and hours, you laid awake, waiting for the sunrise to come, to take you out of your thoughts, to no avail. It was seven forty-five in the morning when you heard the sound of your mother knocking gently on your door. You knew that you were supposed to have gotten up forty-five minutes prior, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to face the day. “Y/N, sweetie, Jughead’s here.” Your mother called from the other side of the door. All you could muster up in response was a groan. You sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes and avoiding getting out of the warmth of your covers, where you would then have to take off your warm and fuzzy pajamas. In actuality, you didn’t want to have to see Jughead.

     The two of you had been dating for almost a year, having met right after Jason Blossom’s murder. You found his interest in the case endearing, and after weeks of pestering him, the moody boy finally started to open up to you. From that moment on, you were inseparable. Until now. Lately he had begun to act distant towards you. As the Blossom case drew further to a close, he had suddenly dropped all interest in it, despite seemingly coming close to solving it himself. He shot you with excuses that he had enough information to finish the novel and that any further prying wasn’t necessary, or that he just wasn’t that interested anymore. What had originally brought you two together was beginning to tear you apart. And make you question the entirety of your knowledge of him and your relationship.

     Breaking you out of your thoughts was another light knock on the door. Groaning again you fell back onto your pillow. “Mom can you just tell him that I’m not feeling well today and that I’ll call him later.” Jughead drove you to school everyday, and for him, today was no different.

“Why don’t you tell me?” You heard Jughead speak from the other side of the door. Before you even had time to think, the door was opening and Jughead was propping himself up against your doorframe. “Y/N, you haven’t answered any of my texts or calls all weekend. Are you going to tell me what’s up or am I just going to have to figure it out?”

Lifting your head off of your pillow, you looked up at him and rolled your eyes, before plopping it back down. Closing your eyes, you felt the bed dip beside you as Jughead sat down on it.

“I just don’t feel well.” You said apathetically and rolled over so that you were facing the opposite direction. Jughead sighed and something tickled your ear before you felt his breath fanning over your ear. “You’re a shit liar. You always have been.”

Turning your body back towards him, you frowned. “How do you know I’m not sick? You haven’t checked my temperature. You shouldn’t even be near me for-”

A light kiss was placed on your lips and your eyes widened before reaching your hand up to smear off your mouth. “What the actual fuck?” You yelled at him.

“What the fuck is right! Why would you wipe off your mouth after kissing me? I should be the one doing that if you’re really the sick one.” Jughead snapped back at you.

     Without any warning, you felt tears well up in your eyes and you began to cry. Every emotion from the past month of fighting with Jughead, to the nightmares, to this moment, had bubbled up inside of you and you just couldn’t hold it in anymore. As soon as the first tear hit your pillow, Jughead was crawling under the covers beside you and wiping your eyes with his shirt sleeve.

“Hey, I’m sorry for yelling. I believe you. If you say you’re sick then you’re sick.” His voice came across as calm but having known him so personally for so long, you could hear the slight quiver of fear underlying his words.

     Shaking your head you sniffled. “I’m not sick.” You looked at the boy in front of you, his soft curls falling in front of his face as his beanie began to slide off. His eyes were dilated as he watched you with concern, and his hand was rolling your hair around one of his fingers, uncurling, and then curling again. You knew at this point that your suspicions and nightmares weren’t realistic, that whatever his reason was for dropping the Blossom case was pure. The small shakiness of his breathing told you that he wouldn’t hurt a fly and that you were stupid to believe otherwise, even subconsciously. It was obvious by this time that you had lied to him, and it was just as obvious that he didn’t care anymore. You brought your hand up to tug his beanie back on slightly, and to soothe his distress. Jughead was a worrier, when it came to you. He was always afraid that you were tired of him or that you were trying to let him down gently, and you realized that he probably thought that his biggest fear was happening.

“Juggie.” You whispered, looking down at his soft pink lips. “You know that I love you and that I wouldn’t leave you no matter what, right?”

“Y-yeah.” Jughead stumbled over his words, as his anxiety rose steadily.

“Then can I ask you something and you promise you will be honest?” You asked, running you fingers along his jawline.

     He gave a faint nod, so you continued. “Why did you actually lose interest in the Blossom case? You were so intrigued by it and you worked so hard to get the information that you did. I just hate to see you give all of that up.”

     For an unknown reason, your words made Jughead close his eyes. They squinted shut tightly and his lip quivered. You hated to see Jughead in pain. The only other time that you had seen him in such a vulnerable state was when he told you that he was homeless. “Jug.” You said as a tear rolled down his cheek. “You don’t have to tell me. I just want you to be happy.”

     His eyes opened again and he sat up, grabbing for your hand. “Y/N. I don’t want you to judge me, or think that I did something that I didn’t or that I’ll end up like him.”

Shaking your head in confusion you squeezed his hand. “Like who, Jughead?”

“Like my dad.” He answered you, and proceeded to close his eyes and take another deep breath. His hand fumbled to try and interlock your fingers, almost desperately, as if he was afraid that what he said next would take you away from him.

“What does that have to do with the case?” You stared up at him, still puzzled.

“I found…Jason’s jacket…in his closet. A-and I think he may h-have killed…him.” Jughead finished the sentence and you felt his whole body begin to tremble. His eyes closed again, avoiding your reaction. Sitting up, you disconnected your hand from his, and wrapped your arms around the boy, bringing him close to you. You gently pulled him back down into a laying position on the bed and you cuddled him as he cried. Leaving tender kisses on his temple, you held him as if he was a piece of glass, delicate and fragile.

“Jughead. You aren’t him. I know you aren’t him. And I don’t know what he did or who he really is but I do know you. You’re kind, and caring, and loving. You’ve always been here for me when I need you. And I do need you. Forever. Because I am so completely in love with you and nothing you have told me or ever will tell me will change that.” You told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

     Both of his eyes slowly opened, and immediately searched yours for any hint of a lie in your words. From the small sigh that came after, you could tell that he had found only truth. Moving himself so that he was even with you on your bed, he pulled you into a deep kiss. You never thought that a kiss could say so much, but you could tell that he was pouring his soul into you, in a way that let you know that he trusted you, that you were ‘safe’ for him and his emotions.

“I love you. I’ve been so distant and I should’ve told you, I just…I love you so much Y/N.” He told you in between sniffles.

“Y/N! Are you going to school today or not because if you aren’t, Jughead needs to get going. Just because you’ve decided not to go, doesn’t mean you should drag him down with you!” Your mom yelled at the bottom of the staircase. Smiling, you tucked a fallen ringlet of hair into Jughead’s beanie.

“As much as I’d love to just lay here with you all day, I think my mom is serious.You should probably go.” You both laughed and he nodded, giving a shy smile. “But hey,” You said, softly turning his face towards you again. “I thoroughly expect that you’ll be back here after school for a movie night, with takeout from Pop’s.”

     Your demand was enough to bring Jughead out of his sorrow for a moment, as he rolled his eyes and stood up. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He told you, kissing your lips one last time before walking out of your room and shutting the door quietly behind him. “Love you!” You yelled to him after the door shut, smiling to yourself as you snuggled back into your pillow to get some sleep.

You never had a nightmare about Jughead again.

ok so I know we all love the idea of the Amis being a collective parent figure for Gavroche, but they’re also still pretty young and don’t have the /seasoned wisdom/ that Gav needs

and that’s where Valjean comes in

when Gavroche gets into a fight at school because some kids were being homophobic, the Amis make sure he knows they’re proud of him for standing up to the bullies. Valjean, while still proud, gives him the stern talking to about how violence isn’t always the answer

when Gav goes on his first date, the Amis all help him prepare by picking out outfits and supplying him with flirting advice(that’s mostly Courfeyrac). Valjean gives him a speech about being courteous and respectful, then does the classic “make good choices, be home by 11, son” line while throwing him his car keys

when Gavroche is being a typical angsty teen, the Amis try their very best to cheer him up, but to little effect. It’s usually met with grunts of “You don’t understand!” and “Leave me alone!”. Valjean brings him out of the city, where he lets Gavroche release his anger in nature, safely away from other humans. Sometimes he’ll just stand in the middle of the forest and scream. Other times he’ll hurtle sticks, rocks, anything, into the lake while muttering and swearing under his breath. Once he’s cooled down, Valjean lets him vent, and then offers sage advice

the Amis are also understandably busy most of the time. Valjean, being the retired man he is, spends much of his time ‘mentoring’ Gavroche. He teaches him how to drive, how to tie a tie, how to cook, and basically everything his biological parents should have taught him, but never did

basically Gavroche is truly ‘the son he might have known, had God granted him a son’.

Trees theory

tyler’s christian, remember? and most of the songs on npi consist of tyler speaking about how he feels he’s lost that special connection with god and how he wants to regain that relationship with his heavenly father.

tyler has said that trees is about how he used to roam the forest, screaming to the trees for answers. but what was he asking?

and was he really screaming to the trees?

what if tyler was screaming to god, “i want to know you, i want to see you”. he wants proof of god’s existence. often times, i’ve heard of (and experienced) god the best on retreats when a group of people hike out in the woods for a few days and have kind of a really long bible study (if that makes sense) and this adventure helps them grow closer, and even experience god. maybe tyler was hearing about the stories from these retreats and thought that going to the woods, into the trees, in the quiet, he would be able to hear god better.

he was screaming “hello?”

“god, answer me”

plus; during the live trees performance, when tyler sings, he looks up at the ceiling. at church, during worship, where do you look when you sing? up. the ceiling. you’re singing to god, your father in heaven.

trees is tyler’s song to god.