someone take blue away from me

Favorite things that canonically happened in the Pokemon games:

-Rival Green/Blue takes a picture with your HGSS character because he thinks you’re cool

-he’s also feeling pretty peachy

-Erika talks crud

-someone was like making out or something in Bill’s yard in GSC 

-Giovanni literally ditches his son because he’s upset about a 10 year old beating his butt

-Silver tears a layer of your clothes off

-Children hate Steven Stone because his obsession with rocks is weird

-Prof. Birch runs away from his wife because he thinks she’s a pokemon

-There’s a tv show in Hoenn called the “Hoenn Rangers”

-There’s a magazine about exposed champions

-Characters who act attracted to you usually act the same no matter what gender you are

-Rival Barry gets distracted by a crogunk cutout when the world is ending

-Team plasma + stuff bad for team plasma= plasbad

-N knows the lyrics burn baby burn somehow

-N shouts “that’s an ugly formula!”

- Prof. Birch runs away from his wife because he thinks she’s a pokemon

(add your own bc this is just getting good)

I have someone now. She took your place, I guess, except she didn’t because no one can take your place and that scares me. I’m afraid no one will ever be able to. I’m afraid that the little twinge of pain and regret I get whenever the sky is that particular shade of blue will never go away. I’m afraid that if someday you decide you want me (for real, this time, no more never-ending games), I won’t even hesitate. I’ll drop everything I love to chase the restless ghost of something we never even really had. And that terrifies me, because I thought I was better than that.
—  irreplaceable.

anonymous asked:

MORE ART SCHOOL AU PLEASE!!! damen's contribution to the end-of-year sculpture department show

“Well,” says Auguste. “That’s certainly–something.”

“Isn’t it amazing?” gushes a young woman with short hair the colour of lime Skittles, sticking her nose into the conversation as she sweeps past them with a glass of wine. “He’ll take out the prize for sure.”

Auguste glances at his brother. “You didn’t tell me it was going to be life sized.”

It wasn’t,” says Laurent, in a voice that promises death to someone.

“Laurent,” says the most likely someone, from behind them.

Laurent turns around.

Auguste, for his part, is having trouble looking away from the sculpture. It has pride of place at the department’s exhibition, set on a plinth in the centre of the largest room. Something clever has been done with the lighting, calling coloured shadows out of the bronze: murky green and blue and a deep, gleaming red, like blood or iron ore. The nude figure’s pose is one of incipient movement, such that one almost expects it to step down into the crowd: half-turning from a simple stance, with a hand raised unselfconsciously to the back of the head. The expression is a wry almost-smile that Auguste has seen before, but not often, and he wonders at the skill it must have taken not only to capture it in the moment but to call it onto Laurent’s face in the first place.

“And this is your brother?”

Auguste judges this a good time to turn around also. He is distracted only for a moment by whatever is happening on the nearest wall, which seems to be a firework of pink paint and half-destroyed teddy bears, along with a huge wreath of roses and origami lilies crafted from delicately beaten metal.

“Yes,” says Laurent.

“Auguste,” says Auguste, directing his best Wall-Street-shark grin and firmest handshake at the tall man smiling down at his brother.

“Damen,” is the reply. Damen has unruly dark hair and an open smile, and rough patches on his hands that could be burns or calluses. Auguste lets his own smile soften into something more natural.

“Congratulations on the show,” Auguste says. “Is that the right sentiment?”

“Thank you.” Damen is wearing a simple red shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and neat slacks, at which Laurent is doing a tolerable job of not staring too openly.

“You made–it was small,” Laurent hisses at Damen.

“I made a maquette,” Damen agrees. “This is my final. I wanted it to be striking.”

“It certainly is,” says Auguste.

They are attracting looks. Most of these looks start on Damen’s sculpture, then move to Laurent. Then–with raised eyebrows–back to the sculpture.

Laurent’s lips are pressed together. “It’s superb,” he says, sounding very displeased about it. “You’ll probably win the graduation prize.”

Damen watches him with an expression of amusement mixed with, Auguste is entirely unsurprised to see, radiant desire. He puts a friendly hand in the small of Laurent’s back and leans in close, speaking directly into Laurent’s ear. Auguste can’t catch what he says.

Laurent turns the same shade of pink as the Valentine’s wreckage on the wall.

Auguste coughs. “I’m going to go and look at–that pile of broken furniture.”

“That’s Nikandros’s piece,” says Damen.

“Of course it is,” says Laurent, “sculptors,” but he’s leaning into Damen’s hand anyway.

Tired, blue boy walks my way
Holding a girls hand
That basic bitch leaves finally
Now I can take her man

Someone told me stay away from things that aren’t yours
But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad?

Pacify her
She’s getting on my nerves You don’t love her
Stop lying with those words

Pacify her
She’s getting on my nerves
You don’t love her
Stop lying with those words

I can’t stand her whining
Where’s her binky now?
And loving her seems tiring
So boy, just love me, down, down, down

Someone told me stay away from things that aren’t yours
But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad?

Pacify her
She’s getting on my nerves
You don’t love her
Stop lying with those words

Pacify her
She’s getting on my nerves
You don’t love her
Stop lying with those words

Pacify her
She’s getting on my nerves
You don’t love her
Stop lying with those words

Pacify her
She’s getting on my nerves
You don’t love her
Stop lying with those words

Pacify her
She’s getting on my nerves
You don’t love her
Stop lying with those words





                        THAT BASIC BITCH LEAVES FINALLY!


Beasts of war 14/15

Title: Beasts of war

Rating:Mature

Pairing: Reaper/Soldier76

Summary: Jack, accompanied by Reaper, is finally catching up to his prey- but things does not go as planned. Irreversable things are set in motion…

Warning: Contains violence, sex, and death. I MEAN IT! BAD THINGS WILL HAPPEN!!!

Next chapter: http://vinterhjarta.tumblr.com/post/148753552137/beasts-of-war-1515

Previous chapter: http://vinterhjarta.tumblr.com/post/148115984707/beasts-of-war-13

Second warning!!! SOMEONE HELP THESE OLD MEN! You should take these characters faaaaaar faaaar away from me where I can not hurt them but….Please don’t? Because they are my favorite toys…

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I can now see that I waited for nothing. I can now see that I waited for someone who isn’t sure enough. I will never get tired loving you but surely I am tired of your indecisiveness. You made me wait for nothing.

For this long I managed to keep myself as a girl you could be like. For this years I keep myself better for you will never regret of choosing me. I am now better as I expected and I thank you for that. You made me do something I thought I could never do.

But now I need to let you go. I need to free my heart from you. I need to protect myself from this. If my heart is a skin, she must be covered with blue and violet. She’s tired but I keep on saying please because I believe in you.

Maybe if I let you go too, maybe someone better will come. Someone who will never do the same thing as you did. Happiness is all I want but you keep taking it away from me. I hope for the next time we meet, we got our hearts empty from all the hurts and memories that we made together. I hope we will look each other without feeling anything.


P.S Remember who ended this, you did.

—  A.S
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(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f1Vl4f08NAM)


Someone take mmd away from me. 

The awesome models were made by randomdraggon !

they said you seem so black and white
as though the sun left you washed up on a shore
.
but it was never about that
it was the thought of you
as strong as religion
.
it was the world hovering
taking bites
growing teeth
and my worst habits dying slowly
then always coming back
full of rage and rising up
.
and all I ever wanted to do was survive
pour my growing pains down the drain
scrub the sins that bring karma away from my skin
keep myself locked away in love
even if it burned me alive
or if it kept me safe and cool
even if it would be the worst chapter in my life
I’d take it with me
I’d color it yellow or blue
I’d swallow it whole to keep it inside my belly
I’d stand or crumble
I’d die even
but that’d be the easiest thing to do
.
they say you seem so bright
as if someone loved you just the right way
tucked you away in softness
gently placed you on a mountain where you could taste heaven while you made love
.
but it was never about that
.
it was about a memory stretched thin
until it popped
but remained
warm and cool
re-writing itself
following me
following you
.

photographer unknown

Anchor..

Hey Taylor!! If there’s something else I’ve learned from you it’s how to write and express my emotions. I was recently “involved” with someone and they happened to inspire this song/poem I’m sharing with you. Hope you will see it and can give me some sorta feedback if you like it:

“That unmistakable smile was waving like sail, against that Missouri sky and your blue eyes. I started taking on water, thought we were ready to dive but you ended it and drifted away

-Chorus- Our ships they collided, I started going under. Got lost in an ocean of your lies, fighting for air and you didn’t care.  Thought you’d be my anchor there to save me, you cut your rope and set me free

Don’t know how many more strong currents I can take, should’ve have known you were another mistake. Vessels like you, are always too good to be true

-Repeat chorus-

Kept on going till I found dry land, ain’t looking back on the plans we had. No more sunset promises, you changed your course, now I’ll change mine”

taylorswift

Fake (Harry)

#80: “How can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?”

Being in love with your best friend is hard. Being in love with your best friend while he’s in love with someone else is even harder.

They’d only been together for six months but I could tell by the way he looked at her that he was absolutely in love with her. It was sickening. They were taking selfies on the couch and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The way he would laugh with her between pictures was enough to drive me insane.

“Why do you torture yourself?” I was brought from my thoughts by a blue eyed Irishman. Niall was always on my case about the feelings I hid from Harry and everyone else for that matter.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I got up from my spot at the island and turned to walk further into the kitchen. I stopped at the sink and filled up my glass. Niall followed me.

“You can’t pretend with me. I know you like Harry.” He wasn’t even trying to keep his voice down.

“Niall, keep your voice down before someone hears you.” A smirk quickly appeared.

“So you do like him!” He whispered and I could feel myself blushing. “I knew it. We all knew it.” I froze at his words.

“What do you mean you all knew it?”

“Louis, Liam, and I knew it. We’ve known it for some time but they didn’t want to say anything. I just couldn’t watch you torture yourself anymore.” I sighed and looked away from him.

“Do you think Harry knows?” I looked over at him and he stayed silent for a moment.

“Do you want me to be honest?” I nodded. “I honestly think he does. I think he just doesn’t want to go there with you. He doesn’t want to lose you.” I knew what that meant, ‘move on Y/N, he’ll never love you’.

“I just wish I didn’t have to feel these things. Why on Earth did I have to fall in love with-“ Just then, Harry entered the room. My wide eyes met his and he looked interested.

“Who are you in love with?” I scrambled to find words but I couldn’t.

“No one.” He narrowed his eyes at me and then looked at Niall.

“Why can’t you tell me? Are you afraid I’ll go have a talk with him to make sure he treats my girl right?” My stomach tightened at him calling me his girl and I looked at Niall pleadingly. Niall must have misunderstood what I was asking for because he decided to speak up.

“She’s in love with me.” I choked on my spit and grabbed his arm. Harry looked from Niall to me and then back to Niall.

“What?” Niall nodded his head and looked over to me. He winked and I shook my head. I couldn’t form words seeing as how I was still coughing. “Well I don’t guess I have to have a talk with you then. You’ll treat her right.” Niall smiled and nodded his head again. Harry looked over at me for a second before walking out of the kitchen. I finally stopped coughing long enough to slap Niall on the arm.

“What the hell, Horan?”

“What? You looked like you needed help. That’s the first thing that popped into my head!”

“But now he thinks I’m in love with you!”

“Maybe this will be good! Maybe he’ll get jealous and realize he loves you, too.” I stared at him for a minute and then sighed.

“Fine.” He tried to high-five me and I sighed. “It’ll be so weird, though. Before he started dating her, Harry was the only one I held hands with or anything like that. I mean I know we only did that as friends but it’ll still feel weird holding someone else’s hand.” Niall rolled his eyes.

“Enough about Harry, I’m your new man now.” He puffed out his chest and caused me to laugh. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad fake dating Niall.

HARRY’S POV

I sat back down on the couch and this weird feeling spread throughout my body along with confusion. Why didn’t she ever tell me she was in love with Niall? I didn’t understand why she would keep something like that from me. And what about all those times we held hands and cuddled? Was that just a way to make Niall jealous? I was brought from my thoughts when Jenna, my “girlfriend”, laid her head in my lap. No one knew that Jenna was a PR stunt. I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone. I couldn’t even tell the boys. I hated this part of fame. I was always being made to do things like this. It took away my time from the boys and it took away my time from Y/N. I don’t guess I have to worry about that much anymore. She has Niall now. The feeling in my chest at that thought made me sick and to be honest, I knew why.

Y/N’S POV

It was easy to pretend to be in love with Niall. We basically just acted normal but we held hands a lot. It made it easier to cope with the fact that Harry was in love with someone else. Part of me knew that this was just a temporary fix to the actual problem but it was a distraction that Niall and I both knew I needed.

When we told Liam and Louis about the situation, they were immediately angry. We understood. What Niall and I were doing was completely stupid but it was helping me and that’s all I cared about.

We were having a movie night. Harry invited Jenna over and it didn’t bother me as much as I thought it should. Okay, that’s a lie. It still bothered me a lot. Luckily, I had Niall. He was a good cuddler. He and I were on the love seat and Harry and Jenna were on the couch opposite us. Niall kept whispering the lines from the movie into my ear in an accent that wasn’t his and I kept giggling. I noticed Harry look at us from out of the corner of my eye. It made me feel weird. After about ten more minutes, I heard him huff. I looked over as he untangled himself from Jenna.

“Anyone want some popcorn?” Niall’s hand shot up and I laughed at him. Liam and Louis raised their hands, too. “Y/N, why don’t you come help me?” Niall pouted and whined and I placed a kiss to his cheek before untangling myself from him. Once in the kitchen, I got the popcorn out of the cabinet and turned to look at Harry. He was leaned against the counter staring at me. I immediately felt self-conscious.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me you were in love with him. We’re best friends.” I sat the popcorn down on the counter and folded my arms over my chest.

“You didn’t tell me you had a crush on Jenna, either.” He closed his eyes and I could tell he was fighting an internal battle.

“I don’t have a crush on Jenna.” I rolled my eyes.

“Right. You’re ‘in love’ with her.” He rolled his eyes and huffed again.

“No, Y/N, I’m not.” I was about to ask what that meant but Louis’ voice rang from the living room.

“Hurry up!” Harry seemed annoyed.

“Give us a minute!” He turned his attention back to me.

“What does that mean, Harry? She’s your girlfriend.”

“No, she isn’t.” I was getting annoyed.

“Harry, what the fuck are you playing at?”

“She’s a stunt. It’s all for publicity. It means absolutely nothing.”

“What?” He just shook his head. “Why are you telling me this?”

“I just thought you should know just in case…” Is he saying what I think he’s saying? I remained silent. My head and heart were going a million miles an hour. I was stuck between telling him about me and Niall or continuing on with it. In the end, I knew I had to tell him. He told me his secret so I had to tell him mine.

“Niall and I are fake.” He seemed surprised.

“You guys are a publicity stunt?”

“Not so much as publicity.”

“Why are you doing it?” It was now or never. I had to tell him.

“Harry, I need you to promise me that no matter what I tell you right now, nothing will change between us.”

“Of course, I promise.”

“It was you.” He looked confused.

“What was me?”

“When you came in the kitchen that day and you heard me say I was in love with someone, I was talking about you. Niall just took control of that situation.” His eyes got big and he looked away from my face to the floor. “I just couldn’t stand seeing you be so in love with Jenna. Niall took that pain away. I mean, we were us, Harry and then we weren’t anymore. I missed being us so much. I missed holding your hand and being your cuddle buddy. I missed at least pretending you were in love with me, too.” At that, he was right in front of me; his hands on either side of my face.

“How can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?” I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.

“What did you say?” Harry smiled a small smile and his eyes wondered to my lips.  I could feel the butterflies take flight in my stomach and my heart was about to pound out of my chest. He looked back into my eyes.

“I said, I’m in love with you.” I smiled and let out a small laugh.

“Really?” He smiled even bigger and nodded his head. We stayed face to face with one another. Neither of us moved but I wanted to. I wanted him to kiss me. “Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you kiss me now?” He didn’t even answer, he just put his lips on mine. I pulled back for a minute and laughed. “Maybe we could hook Niall and Jenna up.” He smiled and kissed me again.

“I think that’s a good idea but for now, I think I should just kiss you.”

A/N: Hope you guys liked this! (: