somewhere in the back

The kids you knew when you were six years old sell drugs now and I want to stop them but I don’t know how.
Your sister left feather boas and fairy wings somewhere far away, back when life was good and everything was okay.
I thought I would be someone else by now but I haven’t become the person I thought I might be. Pull me in by the waist where the sun meets the sea.
Tell me you’re in love. Tell me you’re sure. Turn me right around when I turn for the door.
I don’t know what I’m saying and I don’t know how I feel but I know that I miss you and I know this is real.
—  #189- excerpts from the book I’ll never write
3

“Baby!” Alexander slurred into the phone, “Why are you in Puerto Rico without me!” 

You giggled at his drunkenness, “Sorry Alex, it wasn’t up to me.”

“Don’t apologize to him!” Angelica yelled from across the room, “These are your last days single (y/n)! Get off the phone and take another shot!” 

“Tell Angelica to stop being so mean to me,” Alexander whined into the phone, “Why are our friends so mean to me? They didn’t take me to Puerto Rico!” 

“Hey!” You heard someone yell at Alex, “I didn’t know you wanted to go somewhere!” 

“You’re a bad best man John Laurens!” Alex yelled back. 

“Aw don’t hurt our dear Laurens’ feelings, not everyone can be Eliza.” You said. 

“Alexander get off the phone!” Someone that sounded like Lafayette said from the other line, “You’ll have the rest of your life to dote on your wonderful wife, but now is the time for drinks and strippers.” 

“We don’t have strippers!” Alex cried, “Babe don’t listen to him we don’t have strippers, I specifically told them no strippers.” 

“I believe you love, now go have fun and I’ll call you in the morning.” 

“Love you baby girl, can’t wait to marry you.” He slurred back. Your heart clenched in that dopey way it always did when Alex was sweet on you. 

“Love you too, have fun!”

Why does Takizawa giving the cross to Kaneki feel so…..final? 

YOU HAD BEST NOT BE RUNNING OFF SOMEWHERE, OWL SON.

You get back down stairs and go see your not!girlfriend and not!boyfriend right this instant.

Anyone notice how much weight Zac has lost lately? This is the thinnest I’ve seen him. I think he looks better with a little bit more meat on his bones. I’m an average size girl and don’t find skinny guys attractive. Not fat, just a little bit of something. It’s all fun, size doesn’t matter but just stating my opinion on what I like 😍 I also read somewhere a while back that kate gets on him when he eats bad… is that true? Anyone hear anything? On another note, I’m loving his facial hair lately

3

I first met George Harrison when the Beatles turned up at the Monaco Grand Prix in 1969.

George enjoyed motor racing and, in 1979, he released a single called Faster which, the cover explained, was “inspired by Jackie Stewart and Niki Lauda and dedicated to the entire F1 circus”.

The chorus ended:

No one knows quite how he does it but it’s true they say

He’s the master of going faster.

I can just see George sitting somewhere getting an idea in his head, then scribbling the words on the back of a cigarette packet. That was his genius.

We had fun shooting the music video for Faster, in which I made a cameo appearance as George’s chauffeur, wearing a white hat with a tartan band, similar to my old racing helmet.

I drove the Daimler while, on the other side of a glass partition, George sat strumming on his guitar, singing.

Our closeness seemed to confirm the old saying that opposites attract. While I like to organise my life with military precision, George took a more laid-back approach.

I remember one time, at an airport, I was starting to worry whether we would get to the gate on time but George just smiled and said he wanted a cup of tea.

“OK,” I fretted, “but I don’t think we have time.”

“There’s always time for a cup of tea,” he said.

If we had been dropped from the same height, George would have been a feather, drifting this way and that on the breeze; I would have been a lead weight plunging straight down.

There were times when we could have been living on different planets, when George was procrastinating and I would be all action, when he was wearing way-out clothes and I was traditionally dressed. But we were alike in paying fanatical attention to detail.

He could be amazingly fastidious, keeping his cars immaculately clean, working on a song until it was so precisely right that it would sound as if it had evolved out of nothing, dreamily and effortlessly.

We shared many wonderful times. On one occasion, when he was staying with us in Switzerland, we went to the French Grand Prix in Dijon. It was a clear, warm evening when we arrived home. Helen had prepared a barbecue, and Paul, who was 12 at the time, brought out his guitar.

George started to play, running through all the great Beatles hits, singing parts of the songs, explaining what the lyrics meant to various members of the band. I remember sitting there, thinking this had to be one of the greatest privileges anybody could have.

- Jackie Stewart

For @plantforests

Rip had managed to save Jonas by bringing him onto the ship just in time, then he’d taken off. He knew he was going against everything he’d learned as a Time Master but he didn’t care.

He had to pick somewhere to land so he went back to the Old West, his home away from home.

“Be careful,” Rip told Jonas as he led him out of the ship. He held his hand tightly. As nervous as he was about a place full of outlaws, he knew it was still safer than their former home.

Rip took Jonas to a saloon so they could get some food. They were both still shaken up from fleeing and Miranda’s recent death was at the forefront of their minds. So, they ate in silence.

“Rip Hunter,” a voice said from behind him.

He turned around and faced Jonah. “Hello, Jonah,” he said.

“Who’s the kid?” Jonah asked.

“This is my son,” Rip told him.

Jonah furrowed his eyebrows and said, “You’ve only been gone two days.” After a pause, he nodded and laughed. “Right. Of course. One of the many quirks of Rip Hunter.” He noticed how tired Rip seemed and the sadness in his eyes and softly asked, “And the kid’s mom is…”

“I couldn’t save her,” Rip said quietly.

Jonah put his hand on Rip’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“I think I need to focus on getting Jonas settled in here, but I’ll see you ar–” Rip stopped talking. “What’s that look on your face?”

“Jonas?” he asked. “Where’d you get that name from?”

Rip rolled his eyes and murmured, “Narcissist.”

soratayuya  asked:

Hello - I have been trying to navigate around your blog here to research the character traits of Incubux. I'd like to get a feel for how the character thinks and acts. Is there a character sheet or description page I could be directed towards? I don't know if you already have a character sheet for them posted somewhere that I just haven't found yet. If I could hear back, I'd love to hear more about the character's personality if possible.

i have one, but is really old and i have changed many fact so i prefer not show it now. but don’t worry, you will soon know abaut him more ;D

because yeah i’m workin on ‘’incubux’s wiki’’ in those days…. i’m sure that tomorrow i will finish it, so i will post it, and i hope that after that all of you will know more abaut him :D. d

He would see faces in movies, on T.V., in magazines, and in books. He thought that some of these faces might be right for him. And through the years, by keeing an ideal facial structure fixed in his mind, or somewhere in the back of his mind, that he might, by force of will, cause his face to approach those of his ideal. The change would be very subtle. It might take ten years or so. Gradually his face would change its shape: a more hooked nose, wider, thinner lips, beady eyes, a larger forehead. He imagined that this was an ability he shared with most other people. They had also molded their faced according to some ideal. Maybe they imagined that their new face would better suit their personality, or maybe they imagined that their personality would be forced to change to fit the new appearance. This is why first impressions are often correct. Although some people might have made mistakes: they may have arrived at an appearance that bears no relationship to them, they may have picked an ideal appearance based on some childish whim or momentary impulse. Some may have gotten half-way there, and then changed their minds. He wonders if he too might have made a similar mistake.
—  David Byrne, Seen and Not Seen

anonymous asked:

Ooh. I just saw another anon explain their panic attacks to you so I thought I'd help too! I have bipolar, and when I have a panic attack, my emotions are uncontrollable. During it I'm very on edge and sometimes inconsolable. Afterwards, I am very short with people since I don't know what the hell just happened. I usually slink back somewhere no one will bother me, and when they do, I have no idea how to react so I get angry and retaliate. Major defense mode. I dunno if explained well though ^^

Awh, thank you!

Wow, panic attacks sound pretty rough, mentally. Thank you very much for sharing ^o^ I’ll definitely keep this in mind when I write my next panic attack scene!! I feel like, with all you anons sharing your experiences, I could write something a lot more realistic that you guys could relate to now~ Or maybe I’m being overconfident? >__<

Anonymous said to mysme-fics:

I personally talk really loudly if I’m with other people, because when I get a panic attack, I can’t hear. If I’m on my own, I try to hum a little.

Woah! I’m very sorry if this sounds insensitive in any way at all (I don’t mean to,) but it’s a bit astonishing to me that trying to hear yourself helps you!! I’m wondering if, perhaps it helps you focus and kind of “get back to Earth?” I’m amazed that you can even remember to hum or talk louder in a panic attack… They sound scary and uncontrollable D:

All of you anons are really strong to handle this! >__< Anyone who suffers from panic attacks are strong, seriously!!

Thank you both for sharing your experience ^o^ 

If anyone else is tempted to send in an ask, don’t be shy!! I’m all ears~ I’m still curious on the actual process of a panic attack? :0

–R.I.

asmalltigercat  asked:

heeeey so this is kind of a random (and possibly dumb) question, but I've been wondering for a long time so I'm hoping you can help me out - what does the 'eternalsterek' tag mean? I think it must have started up when I was on a tumblr hiatus so I missed how it came about, and I see it a bunch but I've never been able to figure out where it came from or what it really means or references.

Good question. You know, I’m not sure exactly myself.

I think the tag was already established by the time I really got into the tumblr fandom. My best guess is, it has something to do with how big the fandom has gotten and possibly involves some old wank within or between fandoms. I seem to recall reading somewhere a while back that too much anti-Sterek stuff was getting into the #sterek tag, so there was a need for an alternative, so today #sterek is kind of generic and all-encompassing, whereas #eternalsterek is more specifically positive/pro-Sterek content about the ship. But don’t quote me on that. I tend to be kinda out of the loop about a lot of fandom news, wank, and general happenings.

It could just be that posts get drowned more easily in the bigger #sterek tag, since all sorts of stuff even vaguely related to Sterek ends up there. I mean, I’m pretty sure that if you even mention the ship name in a post, even if you don’t tag it, it ends up in the tag. #eternalsterek would then be a way to siphon off content that’s more deliberately about loving Sterek and creating original content for that ship. That’s why I’ve started using it when I post new fic, anyway.

Maybe some of my followers can confirm or correct me on this one?? Any Sterek historians out there? 😉

Sometimes writing fanfiction is so hard, you don’t have any ideas and you just stare at your screen for 2 hours. Then you give up and spent your whole day on tumblr.

And sometimes writing fanfiction is so easy, it just flows out of your fingers and even if you don’t know where you’re going, you keep typing and you keep having great ideas.

But most of the time, you have great ideas, but no words to describe it. Like you know where you’re going, but you don’t know how to get there.

Writing is hard, man.

Another Phone Call
  • Molly: *rolls over in bed to grab and answer her ringing mobile* Hello? This is Dr. Molly Hooper.
  • Sherlock: Molly, it's me. I'm using a different phone.
  • Molly: *sighs heavily* Right, what now?
  • Sherlock: I just need you to do something very easy for me.
  • Molly: *clenches her jaw* Are you trying to be funny, Sherlock? When you said that earlier today there was nothing easy about it.
  • Sherlock: Yes, but now I mean it. Because all I need you to do now is listen. Can you do that?
  • Molly: Well...yes.
  • Sherlock: Good. *exhales* You count to me, Molly, so very much. And I trust you. I trust you with my work, with my secrets, and with my very life. You matter more than most of the other people that inhabit this entire planet. You are unique, intelligent, brave, and puzzling to me in the best sort of way. And you're beautiful; so very beautiful in every way a person can be. And...I love you, Molly...I love you.
  • Molly: *speechless*
  • Sherlock: Molly?
  • Molly: Y-yes I'm here.
  • Sherlock: Good.
  • Molly: *her voice unsteady* And...was that it?
  • Sherlock: Yes, that was all I needed you to do.
  • Molly: *softly* Ok.
  • Sherlock: Well...goodnight, Molly.
  • Molly: Wait! Sherlock, can you do something for me now?
  • Sherlock: Anything.
  • Molly: *pauses* Come to my flat please.
  • Sherlock: ...right now?
  • Molly: Yes, now please. Because...I'm not saying it over the phone this time.

Ok but I need to scream about this some more.

After Stan has his memory wiped he is so calm and sweet and innocent. He’s like a big kid who’s just happy to tag along with these kind strangers who say they know him and want to help him remember who he is. At first I thought this was way out of character for the abrasive, loud and rude Grunkle Stan we know and love but then rewatching it I realize it’s the opposite. 

What we saw in these moments is Stan’s core. He has no facade, no need to be defensive or put up a front because he doesn’t remember all those things that made him want to put on a face in the first place. All that’s left is the core of who he is: which is a big old softie who is sweet and kind and eager to be loved. We can see this by how he treats Mabel, who in that moment is a stranger but he’s just happy to see such a happy face and immediately asks for her name and takes her hands into his because he doesn’t know who she is but he wants to know because he’s so open and kind.

It’s such a heartbreaking scene because he doesn’t remember his family but at the same time it gives us interesting insight to Stan’s true character and personality. 

So I just want to point out that Magnus’ red couch seems to be in his bedroom due to the curtains and window ledge:

except the original bedroom set seems to not have allowed room for a couch, suggesting they might have widened it after the picture was taken or something? but anyway, given these two items, i just want to say that there’s a possibility, however distant, of Alec and Magnus making out on that couch and then moving onto the bed and continuing there.