screams on the top of everest

You know, people love to say that opposites attract. And maybe that’s why I tried so hard to make us work. The girl who measures two teaspoons of sugar to put in her tea and the boy with calloused palms, climbing every mountain he can because he likes the way the stars look when nothing is in their way. Frothy milk and adrenaline. We looked like idiots together. You at my charity dinners in a poorly tailored sport coat. Five o'clock shadow. Bad jokes. And me scaling the rock climbing wall with slippery hands. Two feet above ground. A loose cotton dress. But laughing. Both of us always laughing. At me and you and this stupid world for working in a way that let the two of us need each other so desperately. Opposites. You’re damn right they attract.
     But attraction and commitment were never the same thing. Maybe you always knew that. And that’s why you laughed. Because you knew that one day, your girl would stand on Everest. Scream to the stars. Drink her coffee black. But me, I’m still learning. Learning as you tell we want different things. Learning as you drop off every piece of myself I’ve left at your place, nothing folded, the toothbrush tangled with hairs. Learning as I sit here writing about the boy who bounced from cliff tops to see the stars and the girl whose feet never left the ground, whose eyes only ever knew how to watch him walk into clouds and disappear altogether.
—  the truth about you and me

• Severus Snape Appreciation Month •
Day 20.  A scene you wanted to be in the films //

*closes laptop*

*takes bus to closest airport*

*buys ticket to Nepal*

*spends two months climbing Mount Everest*

*ascends to the top, with patchy beard and hollowed cheeks*

*stands at edge and clenches fists*

*screams out in the vast void:*

haleyislametbh  asked:



haley plEAsE iM gOinG tO CRY

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wait what new chapter? Like the today latest chapter or the yesterday new chapter WHAT CHAPTER

Survey #135 : Music Shuffle

My Friends see me as: 
Wild at Heart - Gloriana

My make-out song is:
Liberty Walk - Miley Cyrus

My day will be like:
Home - Westlife

I’ll have a good day if I can just hear:
Waking Up In Vegas - Katy Perry

Next time I’m in front of a crowd I’ll say:
Love Story - Taylor Swift

My message to the world has always been:
When You Look Me In The Eyes - Jonas Brothers

Somewhere in my wedding vows, I will include:
So Yesterday - Hilary Duff

My best friend is like:
Catch Me - Demi Lovato

My alter-ego is:
Obsessed - Miley Cyrus

Right now I feel:
Naturally - Selena Gomez

My favorite thing to do is:
According to You - Orianthi

My inner most desire is:
California King Bed - Rihanna

What makes me happy is:
Cryin’ - Aerosmith

My birth was like:
You’ll Always Find Your Way Back Home - Miley Cyrus

My theme song:
That Don’t Impress Me Much - Shania Twain

My deepest secret:
It Will Rain - Bruno Mars

If I reached the top of Mount Everest what would I scream?:
Temporary Home - Carrie Underwood

The story of my life is:
Jump Then Fall - Taylor Swift

At my funeral they will play:
Breathe - Michelle Branch

When I’m drunk I say:
Gone - Kelly Clarkson

Behind my back my friends think:
We Can’t Stop - Miley Cyrus

If I got lost on a desert island, I would yell:
Bette Davis Eyes [Live] - Taylor Swift

My love of my life was inspired by the song:
Hot - Avril Lavigne

High-School was like:
This Love - Maroon 5

My family is described by the song:
God Love Her - Toby Keith

How will you die?: 
Don’t Forget - Demi Lovato

To cheer myself up, I:
You Found Me - The Fray

everythingbutthemockingjay  asked:

My birthday is on the 16th August - would love a litte daddy!Peeta drabble please :) xx

Happy birthday @everythingbutthemockingjay! We hope your day is amazing! Here is your bday drabble, and thank you to @mega-aulover for the celebration banner!

“Sssshh, it’s okay, baby.” Katniss hums while she rubs her squalling daughter’s tummy in circles as they lay in bed. The babe kicks and screams, her brilliant blue eyes scrunched in agony and her face tomato red.

Being a parent is exhausting. It’s only been two weeks since they brought Willow home from the hospital and every night is spent dancing and pacing up and down with a fussy baby until she passes out before dropping her exhausted bones into bed. And the books, the mile-high stack of parenting books Peeta had read voraciously, and stacked up on Katniss’s side of the bed throughout her pregnancy, have been no help at all. Chapter upon chapter of how to eat while pregnant. How to exercise and have sex safely. How to baby proof the house.

But helpful information about how to help a screaming, inconsolable, colicky baby while overcome with a surge of hormones the height of Mount Everest? Forget about it. Lots of sympathetic words but no solutions.

She lays Willow against her chest and rubs her back. Then she pats her bottom. Repeats. Wipes the tears from her own eyes. Repeats. Willow hiccups and roots around for Katniss’s breast. She obediently begins to loosen her top, but the baby pulls her knees up and screams again.

Peeta staggers into the door frame. His blond waves are in disarray, the shadow on his chin almost as dark as the circles under his eyes. He vacated their bed for the couch weeks ago, when Katniss’s belly grew so large there was no room for him anymore. Now that the baby has arrived, Willow’s been up so much that sleeping out there seems to be the only way he can get enough rest to keep the bakery open.

“Hey,” he says groggily, clutching the doorframe for support. “Belly pains again?”

She sniffles. “I’m terrible at this. What is wrong with her? She’s fed. She’s changed. I’ve rocked. I’ve patted. I’ve swaddled. Nothing is working. She just doesn’t like me, Peeta.”

Her husband’s eyes widen in alarm and he pads across the hardwood floor, wrapping Katniss in his arms. She buries her nose in the soft t-shirt he’s wearing. God, she misses him so much at night. What were they thinking? She’s never felt like such a failure in her life.

He brushes his knuckles across her cheek and gives her a worried look. “Willow adores you. You’re exhausted. Give her here. I’ll take her down the hall.”

“No, Peeta - you have to work tomorrow.”

He slips the baby out of her arms anyway and kisses her forehead. “Rest. Just for a couple of hours. I’ll slip her in with you when I leave for the bakery.”

Katniss collapses against the pillows, too tired to fight. The faint strains of Willow wailing and Peeta’s soothing baritone reach her ears just as she’s drifting off, but she’s already too far gone to do anything about it.

She wakes hours later to a silent house. The sun is rising over the neighbourhood; the sky the pale blue of early morning. She bends to nuzzle the sweet softness that is the top of her baby’s head, and finds her bed empty.

Katniss sits up in alarm. Did Peeta take Willow to work? Her nightshirt is damp with milk. Surely Willow is starving. Throwing the covers aside, she races down the hall and into the livingroom, where Peeta’s alarm is blaring. But he’s not on the couch. Instead, he’s stretched out on his side on the throw rug in his robe, his feet under the coffee table. Willow is sheltered under his arm, snuggled against his bare chest inside the robe. They both snore softly.

She bites her lip, trying not to laugh; contemplates the camera and decides against it. Instead, she pulls Peeta’s blanket off the couch, stopping for a second to bury her face in the faintly spicy, cinnamon scent that follows him everywhere, before gently settling it over her greatest loves.

She moves on silent feet into the kitchen, starts the water for Peeta’s tea, flicks on her coffee maker and starts breakfast. Panem will have to do without its baked treats this morning. The baker is needed at home.

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jikook 6

6: “if you really want to, i’ll let you go”

a/n: just another number prompt thing. inbox me if you want!

“you know, if you really want to,” hums jungkook softly into jimin’s ear, “i’ll let you go.”

jimin whips his head back to give jungkook an incredulous look. “what?” he says in alarm, eyes wide as jungkook’s amused eyes crinkle up and his lips curve into this horrifying, shit-eating grin.

“i have to, hyung,” jungkook reasons and laughs - has the audacity to laugh. jimin can feel jungkook’s hands already loosening their comforting, stabilizing hold on the bicycle and jimin’s waist. “you can’t learn any other way,” continues jungkook, and now the kid is smirking, how dare-

jimin screams, “jeon jungkook, don’t you even think about it!

but the deed has been done, jungkook’s warmth gone. suddenly the wind is rushing at jimin’s face and he’s wobbling like a madman. jimin’s instincts kick in and make him start to furiously pedal, and the start is bad, but then he’s finally biking in a straight line, relief setting in as he doesn’t crash into the tree. his heart pounds in his ears as jungkook whoops behind him, something that sounds like either good job or steady, posture!

jimin breathes in as best as he can with his nerves at the top of mount everest and steers the bike around with trembling fingers, wheels only swerving once. when he greets jungkook again, kicking himself off of the seat like it’s taboo, he pants and rounds on the younger.

jungkook seems unaffected. “see? i’m so proud. you did so well, and you’re safe.”

jimin snarls and unclicks his helmet, throwing it aside and advancing with narrowed eyes. “you’re not.”

soon, the lesson of the day isn’t how to ride a bike, but that jimin is a very good runner and an even better tickler.

(this lesson is taught again the next week when jungkook tries to teach jimin how to rock climb.)

The Fear Of Losing You

Summary: For seven years Y/N watched Dean race around track after track. She helped him get this far, but it took it’s toll. After a wake up call, Y/N realizes that it’s killing her to watch as Dean risks everything. Will she be able to stick by Dean’s side or will the fear of losing him drive Y/N to walk away?

A/N: So the racers mentioned in this are real racers from MotoGP and Moto2 and this is based on real events that have taken place. Luis Salom was a Moto2 rider who crashed and was killed on the track in Barcelona this past weekend. I’ve always wanted to write a MotoGP AU and I love the sport, also wanted to pay tribute to Salom in my own way, and other riders who have been killed over the years. Hope everyone enjoys:)

Warnings: Mention of death, injury, swearing?, little bit of angst, mostly fluff.

Word Count: 3549

Dean x Reader (because what else is new?)

Tag: I’m attempting to not be shy af and actually make friends (plus I’m about two glasses of wine in and wine is my liquid confidence) so I wanted to add to the tag list… @loveitsallineed @ellen-reincarnated1967 @sincerelysaraahh @bloodysideofhell @justanotherdeangirl25 @bovaria @torn-and-frayed  @sometimes-iwritee @a-girl-who-loves-disney @deanwinchester-af @kittenofdoomage @kingcasifer @plaidandwhiskeydean @sis-tafics @the-mrs-deanwinchester @ackleholic96 @aprofoundbondwithdean @blacktithe7 @bradburydiary @daydreamingintheimpala @deanscolette @demondean-for-kingofhell @holywaterbucketchallenge @icecream-and-gadreel @impalapossible @oriona75 @teamfreewill-imagine (hi *waves awkwardly and shyly runs away*) 

Dean’s POV, Present Day

Dean’s engine revved as he come off the turn and onto the straight away. Even over the roar of his bike and the bikes behind him, he could hear the crowd cheering his name over and over and over again. Like when the roman gladiators made their way into the coliseums, the fans chanted and screamed, only fueling him to push harder.

He gave it to the throttle, one final roar coming from the bike before he insured the first place on the podium. The seconds seemed to last minutes as he caught a glimpse of that checkered flag. Dean’s heart was racing faster than the pistons in his engine were pumping. The cheers from the fans faded away, as did the other bikes and riders. The only thing he could focus on now was that finish line, getting closer and closer.

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Survey #110 : Music Shuffle

Music Shuffle Game of Boredom

My Friends see me as: 

She’s No You” - Jesse McCartney

My make-out song is:
“Travelin’ Soldier” - Dixie Chicks (well that’s a little weird)

My day will be like:
“Never Say Never” - The Fray

I’ll have a good day if I can just hear:
“Tattoo” - Jordin Sparks

Next time I’m in front of a crowd I’ll say:
“Everything Is Not As It Seems” - Selena Gomez (lol)

My message to the world has always been:
“For The Love Of A Daughter” - Demi Lovato

Somewhere in my wedding vows, I will include:
“Undo It” - Carrie Underwood (I HOPE NOT)

My best friend is like:
“Burnin’ Up” - Jonas Brothers

My alter-ego is:
“Heartless” - The Fray

Right now I feel:
“Pom Poms” - Jonas Brothers

My favorite thing to do is:
“SOS” - Rihanna

My inner most desire is:
“I Hope You Find It” - Miley Cyrus

What makes me happy is:
“Behind These Hazel Eyes” - Kelly Clarkson

My birth was like:
“I Don’t Want To Be” - Gavin DeGraw (okay..)

My theme song:
“Marchin On” - One Republic

My deepest secret:
“So Yesterday” - Hilary Duff

If I reached the top of Mount Everest what would I scream?:
“Waking Up In Vegas” - Katy Perry

The story of my life is:
“Bad For Me” - Megan & Liz (BUT REALLY)

At my funeral they will play:
“Breakout” - Miley Cyrus

When I’m drunk I say:
“Drops of Jupiter” - Train

Behind my back my friends think:
“Thinking Of You” - Katy Perry (hehehe)

If I got lost on a desert island, I would yell:
“The Driveway” - Miley Cyrus (Apparently I’m a psychopath)

My love of my life was inspired by the song:
“La La Land” - Demi Lovato

High-School was like:
“Since U Been Gone” - Kelly Clarkson (basically)

My family is described by the song:
“Don’t Forget” - Demi Lovato

How will you die?: 
“Bad Day” - Daniel Powter

To cheer myself up, I:
“Teenage Dream” - Boyce Avenue

Watching Scorch Trials part 2.
  • Me: *is all happy 'cause Scarf Newt is a thing*
  • Sister: *is completely done with this scarf bullshit*
  • Newt: *almost dies because of cranks*
  • Thomas: *saves his boyfriend's ass*
  • Newt: Thanks, Tommy.
  • Me: *freezes*
  • Me: *squeals*
  • Me: *has a heart attack*
  • Me: *is unable to breathe properly*
  • Me: *nudging my sister* He called him Tommy!!
  • Sister: Yeah I heard it...
  • Me: hE cAlLeD hIm ToMmY!!!
  • Sister: Don't you dare start with this!
  • Me: Sorry *internally freaks out*
  • Movie: *continues to play*
  • Newt: He would have been proud of you...
  • Me: Hoe don't do it...
  • Me: Actually, yes please do it.
  • Newt: ...Tommy
  • Me: *has the exact same breakdown from earlier*
  • Me: He called him Tommy again!
  • Me: hE cAlLeD hIm tOmMy aGaIn!!
  • Sister: Someone please kill me.
  • Me: *runs around stopping random people to scream at their faces* NEWT CALLED HIM TOMMY TWICE!
  • Me: *shouting at the top of the Mount Everest* NEWT CALLED HIM TOMMY TWICE!
  • The whole world: *is done with me* Is she always like that?
  • Sister: *sighs* You have no idea
  • Me: *running around for eternity* he called him Tommy twice, hE cAlLeD hIm tOmMy tWiCe, HE CALLED HIM TOMMY TWICE!
  • Me: *dies*


Preference #202: Why the fans like you

A/N: Requested, enjoy my lovely peaches!!

♡ You can read the rest of my preferences here! ♡

Niall: You’re almost always tucked under his arm as he guides you through a crowd, he’s not afraid to defend you, and you’re a regular feature on his instagram. He’s not ashamed of you, he’s not trying to keep it a secret, it would probably be the thing he screamed from the top of Mt Everest if he ever did climb it. He’s confident in you and your relationship, and that’s wonderful for everyone to see.

Harry: You’re normal. You’ve slaved through finals week and comfort eat and buy your clothes at target. You spent your Friday nights studying and have celebrity crushes and argue with your Mum. And Harry adores you. He’s always touching you whenever someone snaps a blurry picture of the two of you when you’re out on a date, or when he’s escorting you through a crowd, a hand on the small of your back, a kiss pressed to your temple, fingers linked with yours. The feelings between the two of you are obviously mutual, and that reassures them.

Liam: You wear his clothes in public sometimes, a  flannel shirt here, a t-shirt there, and he tweets you nice things, just subtle sentences, not crazy love declarations, just enough to show that it’s real. And hey, not everyone is in love with the idea of the two of you, but the ones that are, it’s obvious to them how much Liam treasures you, and you him. You’ve flown out to support him at different things, and he’s spent Christmas with your family. It appears real and warm and comforting, and Liam seems to need that.

Louis: It’s not in your face, ‘hey look this is my girlfriend isn’t she amazing’, although sometimes Louis does have to restrain himself from doing just that. The two of you just pop up in places, at a beach while they tour America, getting In and Out at two o'clock in the morning, grocery shopping. They’re all normal coupley things, and there are always smiles plastered across your face, whether it’s stopping for gas or walking your dog.

Zayn: He’s enraptured with you. He’s not afraid to be affectionate with you, kissing your cheek and holding your hand, and you take stupid selfies together. You’re partial to posting a couple of pictures of Zayn without a shirt on, simply because it was hot and he didn’t mind, which satisfies the fans. And you’re warm and kind whenever fans come up to you, no matter the situation. It makes them feel like Zayn’s in good hands.

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Cold (part 2)

Steve x reader

The second part of Cold.

“Thanks so much, Steve.” You stood outside and the cold was biting. It was the kind of cold that made your skin ache.

“It was no problem.” Steve said smiling a handsome yet shy smile.

“I had fun, I guess I’ll see you around.”You said turning to leave.

“How about next Tuesday?” He said grabbing your attention. You quickly turned around to see the color of his face was as red as yours probably was.

“Sounds like a deal. But this time at my house.” You told him. 

The rest of the week you cleaned your house and floated around. You were really excited. Was this a date? Or was this a, hey I had fun so lets be friends thing.

Every week you two got together on Tuesdays and now it was your favorite day of the week. You made each other dinner from crazy recipes you found. Each week you tried to out do the other. After dinner you watched a movie, a television series or played a game. You two started a TV series together and you both where sucked into it. At times you thought maybe you two would go a little farther and at other times you felt like you two would just stay friends. 

Sometimes you two would push the boundaries. As much as possible you two would stay just to late to go home, even though you lived right next together. So therefore you guys played the “there’s enough room in the bed for both of us” game. Other times you talked about work. Steve had the co-worker who happened to be a woman, and he was really close to her. So naturally you were curious and wondered the extent of home much he liked her.  

One Friday night you had gotten home late and decided to watch movies till 2 in the morning. When you were ready for bed there was a knock on the door. Who would knock on your door at 2:30 in the morning? Maybe it was a killer? You freaked a little and looked for the closest sharpest object. You grabbed the scissors that were on your dresser and ran to the door. With your scissors in hand you opened the door ready to attack. Thankfully the only thing that was behind the door was Steve. 

“Hey? Is everything okay?” You ask concerned. You leaned against the door frame to see an extremely tired Steve. 

“Yeah. No. Why do you have scissors?” He said rubbing his closed eyes. He was half asleep. 

“Ummm…I thought you were going to kill me.” 

“Oh, not today. I have a huge favor to ask.” 

“Is your heater broken?” 

“No” He answered laughing which made an uncontrollable smile appear on your face. 

“Oh, that’s good.” 

“I need you to watch my house for a while. I’ll be away for a couple weeks.”

“Oh sure. Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah just a work emergency.”

“At 2:30!. Damn” 

“Yeah I know, my work just kind of bleeds into my personal life sometimes.” Steve mumbled still tired. 

“Thanks again.”

“No problem.”

“I’ll see you hopefully in two weeks” He said. He moved closer and gave you a peck on the lips. It was short, innocent and sweet and you weren’t quite sure what happened. It was the kind of kiss you give in front of your grandma to your husband. You don’t even think Steve even knew what happened. He did not have his head in the game. Way to have your heart in the song, Steve. You just had to mess with someones emotions and then leave for a couple weeks. 

So of course you sat around for two weeks dwelling on the kiss. It was probably nothing, he was tired. He wasn’t thinking. It was early in the morning or maybe it was late in the night. Whatever. It was 2 in the morning. 

It was Tuesday and you expected to spend it alone. Then there was a knock on the door and you ran excitedly. You opened it so fast it made you cold. 

“Hey (y/n)” Steve said smiling.He looked happy to see you. 

“Hey Steve. I didn’t expect you so, how does pizza sound?” You say walking into your house and he followed. 

“It sounds easy to beat next week.” 

“Not if I order cheesy bread.” You say punching his arm. He winced in pain, and it was the real kind. 

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! What happened?” You say freaking out. You grabbed his shoulders turning him towards you. 

“Nothing. Nothing.” 

“Yeah okay. Why are you wearing make-up! NO! Did you hook up with that one co-worker?!” You yell not thinking about your words. You smudged the face make up he was wearing on cheek. But you didn’t find his pale, smooth skin, instead you found a nasty purple bruise. 

“No, that happened.” He said embarrassed. 

“What happened?” 


“Do not pull that shit on me Steve Rogers. You kiss me then leave for two weeks and then you come back beat up.” 

“I what?!” He said looking at you wide eyed. Oh shit. He doesn’t remember. How can you play this off cool? 

“Did I say kiss, I said miss. You missed me for two weeks.” You say fast really defensively. Steve laughs at you and he rubs his hand on your cheek. 

“Have I ever told you how cute you are.”


“Well let me start” He said kissing you and you wanted to run around the house and scream on the top of your lungs. You wanted to grab fireworks and light them up. You wanted to climb Mount Everest and scream that Steve Rogers is kissing you because it was the best feeling in the world. 

“That’s a good start” 

“I’m sorry (y/n).” He said with his hand still on your cheek. 

“You can make it up to me later” You say kissing him and you have a party inside your mind because what you just said was smooth, and once again Steve was kissing you.