so stare

Io posso volerti molto bene e posso anche sperare che un giorno noi riusciremo a parlarci come buoni amici e se mi dai abbastanza tempo riuscirò anche a volere che tu sia davvero felice da sola o con un altro. Ma non mi fido più di te perchè non so stare un passo avanti a me, perchè non so prevedere le conseguenze di ogni mia azione, perchè anche se ora convinto dico che non ne voglio più sapere nulla, una parte di me vorrebbe ancora innamorarsi e se potesse parlare farebbe il tuo nome.
—  Antonio Dikele DiStefano “Chi sta male non lo dice”

one last thing to submit 2 you!!, ;o,, sorry they’re quite messy- ♥️


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Prythian Court Tango

Rhysand:

And now the 5 merry murderesses of the Inner Circle

in their rendition of the Prythian Court Tango 

Amren:

Glare!

Mor:

Bow!

Nesta:

Promise!

Elain:

Uh Uh 

Feyre:

Prythian!

Rhysand:

Welcome!

All:

He had it coming

He had It coming

He only had himself to blame

If you’d had been there

If you’d have seen it

Feyre:

I betcha you would have done the same!

Amren:

Glare!

Mor:

Bow! 

Nesta:

Promise!

Elain:

Uh Uh

Feyre:

Prythian! 

Rhysand:

Welcome!


Amren:

You know how people

Have these little habits

That get you down. Like Varian,

Varian liked to stare at me.

No, not stare. Glare.

So I went to the Summer Court one day,

And I’m pretty irritated,

and I’m looking for a little bit of blood,

and there’s Varian layin’

on the balcony, drinking something not wine

and starin’. No, not starin’

Glarin. So I said to him,

I said “You glare at me one more time…”

And he did.

So I pocketed my pearl necklace

And I wrecked the building

…And blamed it on Cassian

All:

He had it coming

He had it coming

He only had himself to blame

If you’d had been there

If you’d had seen it

I betcha you would have done the same!

Mor:

I organise my life in two parts

Before Keir and, After Keir

He was my father

He sold me off right away…

But, I refused his game

He’d go to work, he’d come home, I’d mix

Him a drink. We’d have dinner.

And then he did it.

“Daughter?” he told me

Daughter, my ass. Not only

Was he selling and nailing me off,

Oh no, I was going to the Autumn Court

One of those ass-kissers you know. So that night,

When I came back alive, I fixed him his drink,

As usual

You know, when the Night Court Queen offers her steward a drink.

All:

He had it coming

He had it coming

He only had himself to blame

If you’d had been there

If you’d had seen it

I betcha you would have done the same!


Nesta:

Now I’m standing in the Throne Room

Kidnapped next to Elain,

screaming to get out

And in I go, to the Cauldron

In an idiotic rage

“Filthy humans, we’re doing you a favour”

They say. They were crazy

And they kept screamin’

“We’re doing you a favour”

And then I raise my finger to Hybern…

And gave him a promise.

All:

He had it coming

He had it coming

He only had himself to blame

If you’d had been there

If you’d had seen it

I betcha you would have done the same!

Elain:

The gentle grower of things,

I never asked for this life,

All I wanted was a garden,

To grow my roses, and lavenders

I had Nesta by my side, and my father also

I was engaged,

But then that fell through

He told me I was a criminal.

That I wanted to be fae.

Hybern:

Yeah, but did you?

Elain:

Uh uh, Not Guilty!!

Feyre:

Back at the Spring Court,

I had this double act,

And my ‘husband’ Tamlin

Followed me around the Spring Court

Now for my last number in my betrayal,

The element of ‘surprise’ was a must

One, Two, Three, Four, Five… fire, water wolves,

Misting, Darkness,

One right after the other

Well this one night we all were in the Spring Court mansion

The Three of us [Ianthe, Tamlin, and I]

Boozin’ and

Havin a few laughs

When we run out of ice.

So I try to summon some in the kitchen

I come back, Open the door

And there’s Ianthe and Tamlin doing Number Seventeen:

The spread eagle

Well, I was in such a state of shock,

I completely blacked out. I can’t remember a thing.

It wasn’t until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands

I even knew they were dead.

All:

They had it coming

They had it coming

They  had it coming all along

I didn’t do it

But if I’d done it

How could you tell me that I was wrong?

Io posso volerti molto bene e posso anche sperare che un giorno noi riusciremo a parlarci come buoni amici e se mi dai abbastanza tempo riuscirò anche a volere che tu sia davvero felice da sola o con un altro. Ma non mi fido più di te perchè non so stare un passo avanti a me, perchè non so prevedere le conseguenze di ogni mia azione, perchè anche se ora convinto dico che non ne voglio più sapere nulla, una parte di me vorrebbe ancora innamorarsi e se potesse parlare farebbe il tuo nome.
—  Antonio Dikele DiStefano “Chi sta male non lo dice”

I feel so bad lol like 4-5 months ago last semester when I started going to Starbucks everyday to study, I first saw this guy and I noticed he kept looking over at me. I thought he wanted to sit next to me at my table because he would look at the chair, then at me, then at the chair, then at me…and men make me uncomfortable, so I got up and put all my stuff on all the chairs so that nobody would sit next to me lol. And everyday I’d go to Starbucks and he’d look at me and it made me uncomfortable so I would look away and not pay any attention to him (I think he noticed). So he’d still stare every now and then but I think he tried to hide it lol.

Anyway, I kind of warmed up to him (without actually talking to him) because he was a regular and I noticed how friendly he was to everyone else so whenever I’d see him, I’d just smile if he looked at me. So that started the intense staring right back up, which I just stopped minding. And this time, he’d look at me like he really wanted to talk to me but was too scared. And he finally built up the courage to choke out a very soft “hey” like a month and a half ago, so I started saying hi to him whenever I’d see him. Anyway, he still wouldn’t talk to me beyond that, but he’d start sitting really close to my table. So finally, on Monday, I turn around cause I felt him staring at me AGAIN (sorry for repeating the word “staring” so much jajaj) and go “hey, what’s your name? We always see each other and say hi but don’t know each others’ names” and he told me. But he looked so surprised that I was talking to him lol. We chatted and had a pretty decent convo and then he left. 

Well, I saw him again today and he sat beside me and we talked for a while. And then he stopped talking and just looked at me intently and smiled and I just smiled back. And I had always thought he was good looking the first time I saw him, but close up he’s soooo handsome and has a really beautiful smile and eyes! Lol. Anyway he was surprised to see that I hadn’t ordered coffee even though I had told him I’d been there for 5 hours already. And I asked him what he usually ordered and he told me. He asked me the same thing and I swear, I had no idea where he was going with this. He goes “so when you order, what do you tell them? a double tall latte?” and I said yes and he goes “you don’t add any sweeteners, sugar or anything like that?” and I was like “no, I don’t like sugar in my coffee” and then he asked me if I like eating sweets and I said not really lol. Anyway, he says okay and then gets up and I thought he was walking to the bathroom but he goes up and orders a latte for me omgggg. I was like you didn’t have to do that!! It was so sweet =) 

If you see this, post a section of your WIP

***from the When Harry Met Sally AU. not edited or beta read.***

“Have you guys really been living with one chair and the TV on the floor?” Harry huffed as he struggled with his end of the giant area rug they were putting down in Louis’ living room. “I still can’t believe he left you the apartment, but took all the furniture.”

Louis laughed, so Harry stared at him until he explained. “I farted on every single piece of furniture that he took, then I jacked off on the couch, like on the couch, and turned the cushions over so he wouldn’t notice until later. It was off-white upholstery.”

Harry slapped his knee and fell down on the floor to laugh since there wasn’t anything else to sit on. “You’re so disgusting. I can’t believe you did that.”

“Of course I did that. Fuck him.” They rolled out the rug and both sprawled out on it. “I can’t believe you talked me into going on that date. It was awful, Harry. The most uncomfortable night of my life.”

The thick, soft pile of the new rug tickled the backs of Harry’s arms where they moved across it when he tried to do a carpet angel. “I think that the first date back is the hardest, Lou.”

Louis snorted and threw some of the plastic wrapping from the rug at Harry’s face. “You’ve only had one date. You don’t know. It could get worse.”

“It can’t get much worse than the guy who unwrapped my headscarf and tried to do a bellydance in the middle of the restaurant.” It had been… difficult from the moment they met in front of the restaurant and had gotten increasingly uncomfortable as the meal wore on. The guy had seemed nice when Harry met him at the library of all places, but he was dull and only wanted to talk about books. He seemed very judgmental when Harry said that the last book he’d read was Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, and Harry didn’t want anything to do with a man who disapproved of his favorite book series.

Louis sat up and said, “That sounds like an absolute dream compared to mine, Harry. It was fine at first, we had dinner, it was nice enough. I made some jokes and he laughed, maybe it was a little forced, but he laughed. We finished a bottle of wine and ordered dessert and were talking about our jobs, and that led to talk of our degrees, and college. And he says he went to Michigan State and this reminds me of Chris. All of the sudden, I’m in the middle of this massive anxiety attack and I had to leave the restaurant.” Louis flopped back down onto the rug. “It was awful.”

Harry opened his eyes and looked over at Louis to ask, “Christopher went to Michigan State?”

“No, he went to Northwestern, but they’re both Big Ten schools.”

Harry pretended that what Louis had said made any sense at all and closed his eyes again. They stayed like that, lying in the quiet on the new rug, smelling the weird odor that came with it, for a few minutes. Harry sighed and said, “You know, Lou, I think it could be months before we can go out with someone and have a good time.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“Mmhmm… And even longer before we feel comfortable enough to kiss or have sex with someone new.”

Louis propped himself up on his elbows and looked over at Harry in confusion. “I had sex with him. I mean, he blew me and I gave him a hand job, but it’s still sex.”

While Louis spoke, Harry rolled over onto his side and watched him, waiting for him to say he was kidding, but he knew that Louis wasn’t joking. “You had sex?” He rolled back onto his back and sighed. “I haven’t had sex in almost a year.”

Random Thoughts

It’s really disturbing to me that so many fanfictions where Bucky only has one arm emphasize how much he hates being stared at.  Being an isolated person, I wonder if society is really so bad that people stare at some random person like they’re a monster for having one arm.  It would never occur to me to stare at someone like that.  Are humans really that bad?  I ask because I’m curious.  Is this something that happens on a regular basis?  Because if it is, then it’s horrifying we humans behave in that fashion.

8 for 8

I don’t know why I called this 8 for 8…

So I’ve been tagged by the super-duper @salteverywhere to answer some questions! :D

Rules: Answer 8 questions, tag 8 people (Note: I currently have a raging headache, so I can probably stare at my screen long enough for the answering but we’ll see about the tagging)

The last movie you watched: Kingsglaive Final Fantasy XV - fourth time watching it, love it even more than I did the first time.
The last song you listened to: ‘Sweet Nothing’ by Calvin Harris (Feat. Florence Welch) was on while I was finishing my lunch.
The last show you watched: SS-GB - it was the final episode, and oh man, I did not expect things to go down that way!
The last book you read: The Lathe of Heaven by Ursula Le Guin - all about this guy whose dreams alter reality without anyone but him knowing what’s changed. Technically, I’m still reading it… X) I recommend it though, it’s a very interesting concept!
The last thing you ate: My lunch consisted of noodles in tomato soup and a vanilla Müller corner yoghurt. Very tempted to go microwave a double chocolate chip cookie though…
If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be: Tofino, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada - I loved that place, and need more time there.
Where would you time travel to: Maybe a few hundred years into the future, just to see where humanity’s at (if we’re even still here in a few hundred years…!).
Fictional character you would hang out with for a day: Prompto Argentum from Final Fantasy XV - he’d be a lot of fun, all bright energy and enthusiasm, and the boy knows how to take a selfie!

I will tag a few people: @mo-digence, @skylarkevanson, @hyperrasperry, @wormdelivre. If I feel up to tagging more later, I’ll let everyone know :-)