second amenment

i can’t believe the emo revival is really happening. ive been saying it for like a year and a half, it’s gonna happen, ive been reading the signs… and now paramore is back and invader zim is getting a revival?? also i keep seeing people wearing tripp pants?? just two days ago i stumbled upon a 16-minute-long vine compilation video that was just all badly filtered montages of mcr’s band members set to music (not mcr songs). it was published THIS YEAR and had a fuckton of comments by teens crying about how hot they are. it’s really here kids… it’s really here

contagiously bright (through our sleepy eyes)

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Andrew, mind and body tired, is still up smoking by the time Neil and Kevin make it back from the court, still red-faced and drenched. It’s started raining twenty minutes ago, a violent and vertical outpouring like wet cloth being twisted from the sky. Andrew doesn’t mind—despite the open window, the rain falls straight enough that he hasn’t felt a drop. And it’ll rinse the Maserati, which suffered during the dry summer to the point that Andrew had considered bringing it to wash.

He makes a show of exhaling right when Kevin passes by the desk he’s perched on, just to see the disapproving scowl on the striker’s face. Kevin doesn’t like Andrew smoking, even less so in the dorm where the smell if not the smoke gets inside despite the open window. Andrew can understand—the smell of cold cigarette is unpleasant, and he knows Neil is already planning on having a balcony when he graduates.

Still, there is nothing Kevin can tell him about smoking inside when he’s himself wet as a rag, and riling him up is usually satisfying, even years after. Andrew tries to concentrate on that feeling, but it glides like water on a glass pane, until there’s only that familiar nothing left to feel anymore.

Andrew’s attention diverts from Kevin to Neil when he comes closer, discarding his soaked hoodie. Andrew watches him step up to the desk, bumping his hips into the edge slightly, until he is perfectly aligned with Andrew to steal the rapidly consuming cigarette from his fingers. Andrew lets him: there are more intoxicating things than the bitterness of smoke.

Neil holds the cigarette in the wasteful and slightly desperate way he always holds it: close to his face, gripped between his fingers like lifeline in the clutch of a drowning man. He doesn’t smoke out of desperation like he used to; the acrid smell isn’t only synonymous with survival anymore, but these are reflexes and feelings, learned and branded so deeply that only routine can unravel them.

Or so Bee tells him, anyway.

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10:39 am

Its that time where i can’t hide it anymore ( thank you @helloitskeetz for keeping your mouth close *sarcasm lol ) , Iam getting bigger by the minute soon i will have to start wearing my baby daddies clothes lol. Whatever im growing inside of me im just so happy that i can help it grow into the person he or she wants to be .

Ive been craving mac n cheese since 9am might as well go make some lol, i hope everyone is having a great day !!!

prayer circle that the zecond coming has even more plot-driven dramatic beautiful cinnamon topically music videos that make me nut in the first three seconds amen

“Yet the Lord longs to be gracious to you; He rises to show you compassion.
For the Lord is a God of justice. Blessed are all who wait for Him!“ - Isaiah 30:18
No one likes to wait. Sometimes it seems that God has put us on a shelf. It can be bewildering, frustrating, and depressing. The fact is, there are some blessings we are never going to receive unless we wait for them. Yes, these times of waiting are uncomfortable for us. Sometimes they’re downright painful. But if we try to make our own way instead of waiting on God, we will miss out on God’s best for us.
Prayer: Lord Jesus, You know how hard waiting is for me. Please give me the patience I need to wait for Your perfect timing in everything. Help me not to settle for the second best. Amen

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On the setlist and Floor’s favourite songs (x)

Two nights

A/N: I had a few requests for a part two to “One Night” so here it is. I should have mentioned, it’s set around beginning of season 5, but in an AU kind of way? Whatever, you get me.

One Night

Her eyes tentatively blurred open and immediately regretted it as the light blinded her sensitive pupils. She pulled the duvet over her head, the foreign cotton bed sheets suffocating her naked skin. Her head was pounding and the dull ache behind her eyes was, in that moment, not worth the great night of sex she’d had with the handsome redhead from the bar.

“Mmmmmm, mornin’,” he muttered as if on cue, curling up behind Amelia and spooning her. The strong, muscular arms felt so warm and secure around her waist as they effortlessly wrapped her up.

“Good morning,” she replied, the sleep evident in her voice and the alcohol from the night before lowering the pitch by an octave. “What time is it?”

“Time for round four?” he suggestively joked, finding her neck under the covers and kissing the exposed skin. She giggled but instantly groaned at the pain it caused her head.

“Don’t make me laugh, it hurts,” she moaned.

“Oh dear, does somebody have a hangover?” he teased.

“Shhhhhh…” she turned around in his arms and buried her head into his chest. “What do you have to do today?”

“You…”

“I’m serious… errrrr…”

“What?”

“Nothing?” she unconvincingly dismissed.

“What is it?”

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obsidianwitch03  asked:

What I want for Christmas: Maybe a drawing tablet, or a new book. And definitely to find out the gender of my stepmom’s baby that’s on the way. :) What it means to me: I’ve always considered Christmas to be a time to kinda just.. put aside problems, y’know? Forget Trump, forget racism.. any problem that can’t be directly fixed or helped, just forget it for one day. And use that day to spend time with family who accepts you, and give presents, and talk, and just.. have one day of peace.

First of all: Yes those are good gifts! I need new nibs for my tablet qoq
Second: AMEN TO THAT! I heckin agree! Why stress on this great day for family and friends to come together and enjoy one’s company? Just forget about the distractions for the day like you said! THIS IS BEAUTIFUL AAAA THANKS FOR SHARING!

Dear interviewers,

Please stop asking 5sos about their personal lives; we don’t need to know. Stop asking Michael about his stage accidents; I’m sure he doesn’t like to talk about it every time they’re interviewed.  And stop asking things like “how does is it feel to be one of the biggest bands on the planet?”; they’ve answered that about a million times already, let’s be a little more creative here. 

Please ask them about the music. Ask them what they mean by “nothing like the rain when you’re in outer space”, since we all have a different interpretation of the lyric. Ask them about the writing of jbh and invisible and outer space / carry on, etc. Ask them if they’re going to continue the “new broken scene” theme into future albums. Ask them about the really cool sound the drums have in tgwcw and how that came about. 

I’m sure they’d rather talk about their passion than their personal lives. And at the end of the day we, the fans, care more about the music than who they’re dating. They’re a band, not a reality show.