the kind of been wanting for forever

The album reputation ends with a song called New Year’s Day that I’m really proud of. I was thinking about the concept of New Year’s Eve and I was thinking about how we all really romanize who you kiss at midnight. That is a romantic concept but I was thinking that an even more romantic concept in like a forever kind of way is who’s willing to deal with you on New Year’s Day and give you Advil and clean up the house. So that was the basic inspiration behind the song. It includes two lines that I’d been saving up in my notes for awhile that I’d always wanted to figure out the right place for. Those lines are, “Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you” and “Please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere.
—  Taylor introducing New Year’s Day
Prince Aladdin

i just rewatched aladdin with the roommates and it got me thinking

aladdin wishes to be made a prince, but all genie does is get him a lot of stuff and money. that’s not what a prince is. a prince is the son of the king, someone in line for the throne. someone with a lot of money is just - rich. so what i think is:

genie goes okay, that’s a big one - and i can do it! but not on my own, not if you want to do it right. not if you truly want a chance to marry your princess for real, as a prince. and aladdin is a foolish, moral, kind boy - and he agrees. he’s fallen in love with jasmine, an innocent all encompassing love, and he’ll do anything for this sweet, clever girl he only knew for a few hours. so genie takes him across the desert, far from agrabah, and plops right in the middle of a skirmish and is like okay, good luck! and aladdin is like ?????

but there’s assholes with swords attacking a young girl, and aladdin doesn’t even have to think about that, just like when he stood in front of the whip for those little kids. there are three men against him, but he’s fast and clever and has been against a dozen trained palace guards. so it’s not easy to get out of there alive, especially with the little girl to protect, but he manages it with only a thin slice on his upper arm, and he’s endured worse for less. so he picks up the little girl and says “i think we should get out of here, hmm?” and she’s in a pretty red silk getup with tiny jewels encrusted on her like stars against sunset. and she nods and throws her arms around his neck. she won’t talk, only points in the direction of home, but aladdin’s okay with that, he’s used to quiet, scared kids. so he keeps up a steady stream of stories of agrabah, which seems almost like this other desert land. but there are more men with swords and aladdin is like what the fuck is going on, but he hides the girl in a corner and fights them too. and that’s how it goes all the way home. there’s no one on the streets really, and they all scatter when the men attack, and they keep on attacking, he fights his way all the way through the city with the girl on his hip or hidden away.

and he should have known, of course, but he was tired and bruised and bleeding by the time he realized the little girl is silently guiding him to the palace and he’s like why can’t you princesses stay inside??? but he walks up and the guards get one look at the child in his arms and whisk him through and multiple people try to take the girl away but she won’t budge from him, a stubborn pout to her lips as her hands remained locked behind his neck. and he’s finally tossed into a throne room where a tall old man is sitting in agony and two young men pace in front of him, each at least a decade older than aladdin. “they’ve taken our sister!” one of the younger men hiss, “i don’t care about their power or their connections, they’ve taken esfir, and we must go get her!”

“uh,” he clears his throat, “hi?”

and all three men whirl on him and the old man stumble-runs to him. esfir finally lets go of aladdin to picked up and twirled around by her father. the two men are rahim and shapur and they look in wonder at this dirty boy of fifteen who’s returned the girl to them, and he speaks with an accent and clearly is not from here and they get the story from him - he’s traveled across the desert because those in his own country want him dead. “you know,” rahim says as the king clutches at esfir in desperate relief, “you could have held her for ransom. you almost died saving her, and we would have paid handsomely to have her returned safely.”

and aladdin gives him a flat disapproving look, appearing in this moment four times his age, and says “people are not objects or bargaining chips. especially not lost little girls.” and rahim and shapur share an impressed conspiring look and they each grab one of his arms and lead him away. “hey! what are you -”

“do be quiet little brother,” shapur says cheerfully, “we really have to get you out of your rags.”

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Friends or more? Sentence Starters

aka “sometimes i feel like i wanna make out with you is that a friend thing to do?” type of things

(send a name and a sentence)

  • “You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?”
  • “We always share blankets on the couch, I’m sure sharing the bed for the night is fine too.”
  • “Your lips are getting really close to mine.”
  • “I’m not jealous, but, like, come on, movie night is just for me and you only.”
  • “I dare you to kiss me.”
  • “No, go on the Ferris Wheel with me, not them.”
  • “You can share my jacket with me, since you’re shivering.”
  • “Why is your hand on my ass?”
  • “Cuddle with me.”
  • “I just kissed your forehead, chill.”
  • “Shit, how’d you make me blush like this?”
  • “Are you trying to turn me on?”
  • “Let’s hang out, but I’ll pay for everything, and we can go to this fancy restaurant– No, not a date.”
  • “Okay, I guess this is a date, actually.”
  • “Stop with the tongue thing, it’s strangely attractive.”
  • “I keep telling them we’re not dating, but they keep telling me friends don’t normally make out when drunk.”
  • “I don’t want to be friends with benefits, but I do want something more, I just can’t figure out what.”
  • “When did you get so beautiful?”
  • “If you’re going to dress like that, I’m not going to let you out of my sight.”
  • “Their pick-up line wasn’t as good as any of mine, I’m just saying.”
  • “No, I don’t know how I got a boner, It just kind of happened! It’s because of how you were eating that ice cream, I bet!”
  • “I’m holding your hand because the movie is scary, alright?  It’s a… Terrifying… Rom-com… ….. .”
  • “Why’d you let go of me?”
  • “I accidentally called you my girlfriend/boyfriend today.”
  • “I kissed you because we were drunk.”
  • “I kissed you because I didn’t know what else to do.”
  • “Could you not talk to him/her, please?  I think they’re trying to date you.”
  • “I wish we could stay like this forever…”
  • “I had this dream where we were dating.”
  • “I had this dream where you kissed me, and I kind of want to try it now.”
  • “Why do you always call me when I’m on a date?”
  • “No, I can’t hang out, I’m on a date and you know that.” 
  • “Okay, maybe I am a bit jealous.”
  • “Just remember, he/she’s not the one who taught you how to kiss.”
  • “It’s weird how we’ve been friends for so long, but never went through that ‘crushing’ phase.”
  • “Maybe I want to kiss you because it’s cold and about to be cuddle season.”
  • “I say this a lot, but, look, they’re not good enough for you.”
  • “You’re always wrapping your arms around me in lines.”
  • “I was listening to that love song, and you came to mind.  Weird, right?”
  • “You know this voucher only works for couples, right?”
  • “Are you implying that you want to kiss me?”
  • “Why are you looking at me like that?”
  • “You’re blushing so hard, all I did was say “I love you” in French.”
  • “I could get used to waking up next to you, actually.”
  • “Right… Well… I’m not sure how we ended up kissing like that…”
  • “I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date.”
  • “We would make a pretty good couple.”
  • “The date didn’t go well.  Yeah, she/he didn’t like how I kept mentioning all of our adventures.”
  • “How come I always end up calling you when I can’t fall asleep?”
  • “Sometimes i feel like i wanna make out with you is that a friend thing to do?”
a study in hands

Alternate title: self-indulgent writing exercise. Bear with me.

Allura’s hands are beautiful, with her soft skin and long fingers, clean nails that almost seem to glint in the light like clear chips of glass. At a glance her hands could be described as delicate, but it would be a mistake to do so. Allura is stronger than she looks, and has a difficult time letting go of things once she’s gotten a solid grip. Her movements are quick and fluid, fingers gliding across datapads and control screens, cradling galaxies like water before flinging the simulations out to hang in the open air. She molds her palms to the arch to the control podiums like they were meant to fit there and feels the ship hum to life around her. It was her mother who taught her to do this, brushing Allura’s hair back from her face, pinching at her cheeks to chase away her nervous pout. It’s more like a suggestion than an order, mother said, and Allura did not see the wisdom in that for many years, not until the blue lion’s cockpit lit up around her, a voiceless song echoing inside her head as Allura’s fingers tightened around the controls.

Lance talks with his hands almost as much as he does with his mouth. He makes slicing motions and zipping-up gestures, air-quotes and explosions with the flick of his fingers –boom! He shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket when he’s upset, and his fingers tingle with a pins and needle sensation when he’s excited (though no one really seems to believe that when he tells them). Lance takes care of his skin, rubbing lotion between his palms every night, working it into his knuckles and the backs of his hands and up his wrists. His older sister turned him on to painting his nails when he was nine, making a gimmie motion for Lance’s hand and setting to work as she waited for her toes to dry. She was six years older than him and they didn’t always get along, so Lance sat still and held his breath as she worked, afraid she would change her mind and stop if he said anything. The polish was simple but pretty, a metallic blue that almost matched his eyes and seemed to sparkle beneath the surface of the water when Lance swam.

Pidge’s left index finger is a little crooked, tilting off just slightly towards her thumb. She broke it when she was seven, and remembers the aftermath of crying into her father’s shoulder as he carried her to the car, but not the incident itself. Her palms sweat when she’s nervous, when she’s angry and when she’s glad. She used to sneak up on Matt and swipe her clammy hands over his cheek or the back of his neck, laughing as he shrieked with disgust. Pidge’s hands aren’t always quick enough to keep up with her mind, and sometimes she can’t type what she wants or tinker how she’d like. Her brain is ten steps ahead of her body and it frustrates her, having to slow down to give her fingers the chance to catch up. There are freckles on the backs of her hands, faint until she steps outside and sun encourages them to bloom in full. Once, Pidge used a marker to connect each point, hoping to discover a pattern like the fibonacci spirals that can be found in plants, and felt almost betrayed when there was none.

There are scars on Keith’s knuckles, little white flecks where his skin has split open and bled. He’s broken a finger, too, fractured something at his first group home when another boy snuck into his room and tried to steal his bag. Keith was still half asleep when he punched him in the face, knuckles cracking against the sharp cut of his cheekbone. He gasped at the pain that burst across his hand and up his wrist, shocked to discover he was so fragile. His hands are cold, always, and his mother knitted him a pair of wool mittens the winter before she left, bright yellow and attached by a string. Keith doesn’t have them anymore. He threw them away in a fit of anger and has never stopped regretting it. He studies his hands sometimes, squinting down at his dull nails, turning over his palms to examine the pigment of his skin. There’s no family waiting for him back on Earth, but maybe there’s still something for him to find out among the stars. He worries he’ll be too unfamiliar, that they won’t recognize him.

Hunk’s hands are large and dry and warm. They shake when he’s afraid but hold steady when he sets them to work, confident with a chef’s knife, precise with the nitty-gritty of mechanics. The tips of his fingers are squared-shaped and the skin there is thick from been shocked and sliced and burned. Hunk was always taught to accept these small pains as lessons, though he still grumbles and hisses when they happen. He trusts his hands, likes to take his time with unfamiliar things and turn them over between his fingers, examining the give and flexibility of the item, its weight and texture. Hunk learned almost everything he knows about engines from his grandfather, but doesn’t want his hands to look like his did –permanently marked by dirt and oil, worked so deep into the skin that no amount of washing could take it out. He combats this with harsh soaps and scrub brushes, and it dries out his knuckles and makes them rough to the touch. Even so, his hands aren’t unpleasant, and are good at holding things like screwdrivers and whisks, baby birds that have fallen from the nest and cold, shaking fingers.

Shiro tries not to focus on his hands. It unsettles him, that he can’t remember everything they’ve done. He knows his hands have helped people and he knows his hands have hurt them, but he can’t decide how to weigh those actions against each other. His metal hand is cold and heavy. It clicks when he curls his fingers and rotates his wrist, a reminder that the entirety of his body is not his own, that a piece of himself is foreign and inorganic and given to him without his say. He keeps his hands clean, almost obsessively, dragging the corner of thin cloth along every seam of his prosthetic, scrubbing at his skin until it’s flushed pink and raw. There’s a filth there he can’t see and can’t find a way to get rid of. When he was younger he liked to trace out copies of star-maps with his fingers gripped tight around a chewed pencil, each stroke meticulous and reverent. Shiro thinks of this when his missing hand begins to ache, when his prosthetic hums and activates with a dark flash of light. He’s unsure if the memory makes him feel happy or sad.

he’s the beauty; she’s the beast

so i’m sure the remake of a timeless classic that disney is about to roll out is going to be great and all

but here’s another way we could do things:

he’s the beauty

she’s the beast

for a movie who’s central theme is inner beauty, it doesn’t really do anything to support that, you know? so how about this: adam, our prince turned beast, isn’t an inhospitable monster. because this back story doesn’t make any sense – why is the young prince of this land alone, in a castle, only to be caught unaware by a witch?

so how about this – this is pseudo france, right, so these royals do what their real life counterparts did. they flee. the cruel, greedy king and queen flee and leave their young son behind with their staff. their son who is kind and soft hearted and totally unfit to rule any kingdom (never mind that they’re literally running away from their own people). not only that – they trade their son for their freedom, trade their kingdom for their freedom. to the witch.

so the witch comes, and she doesn’t disguise herself as a crone, goes to him looking as lovely and young as her magic keeps her. but our prince adam has a talent, one many cast-aside, neglected children have developed – the ability to see people for who they really are, and he knows this is no kind young woman in need of his help. he refuses to let her in – and there’s this little twist to the magic, that she can only enter the palace grounds and claim her prize if she’s welcomed in a as a guest, and he, the young master of this castle, won’t let her in.

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Been seeing depressive kinds of “forever alone” things given that it’s February and I was thinking… Does Valentine’s Day only have to be about romantic love? Because my family has always given each other chocolates and gone out for ice cream together every year. As a family. No romance, other than between my mom and my dad. Can’t Valentine’s Day be about all kinds of love? Besides, wasn’t that what Saint Valentine was originally about?

BTS Fics Recommendation 💝

Hi munchkin!👯 I’m Jeanie and this is my fics recommendation from those fics that I have read for the past few month and I’m absolutely like it. This is my first time sharing what I have been loving from tumblr which is reading fics. This is so good and I want to share with everyone. Do visit each writers. They are so approachable and so welcoming😍😍 Don’t forgets to give a lots of loves and support to them cause they and their work are one of a kind👍💖💞

Min Yoongi

Mr Min @ellieljade

The Equation of Love @kookingtae

Suga @taegonia

Suga Daddy @drquinzelharleen

Boss @wang-banana

Wordly Love @jcmguk

Wildest Moments @rapmonluv

To Take @evangelene

Crossfire @yoongiisii

Tatoos Are Forever @solarhobi

All To Well @workofteaguk

Park Jimin

30-Day Challenge : How to be a Good Kisser @gujoonim

Handyman @drquinzelharleen

Caught in A Lie @pjxmin

Princess and The Pauper @summertae

The Librarian @jcmguk

Touch @evilpjm

Kim Taehyung

Hold Me Tight @workofteaguk

Metanoia @infiressi

Unconcealed @drquinzelharleen

Side Effects @summertae

Colours of Autumn @jamsandcarrots

Heptagon @freehoseoksdick

Notorious @cutaepatootie

Jeon Jungkook

Laggard @pinkeukook

The Lost Memories @gujoonim

Angel in the Darkness @mochijamz

I Won’t Stop You @imsarabum

Signed To Kill @infiressi

Watched Me Baby Girl @lunarimagines

Comfort Inn Ending @rapmonluv

His @please-baby-calm-down

The Soldier and The Surgeon @taeinmycup

Purpose @workofteaguk

Blue Orchids @inktae

☝Besides that, I do have a lot of great writer to be recommended to you guys. Their work are magnificent and such a masterpiece. Do checks their master list cause they have a lots of masterpieces that would make you to fall in love with them more and more.👏💖💕💞🌸💐

@houseofdemi @kthsdrug @xforeverweareyoungx @oppamansae @suga-coat-it @kpopangst @jiminelli @plumblackjeon @jungkxook @jheartseok @jungblue @gukvory @traplordjeon @avveh @baxngtan @gguked @lthyl @slaypjm @seasidetae @kreatingkpop @blutastic @icrystars @kthyunngg @midnightbts @smilecake @war-of-hormoan @floralseokjin @vintaege @jimlingss @thelillzmonster @lushguk @beansuga @earlygreytae @btssmutgalore @pjimims @dailydoseofdia @taechubs

That’s all from me. I will do the hyung line recs soon. Do give a lot of loves to these writers because they really deserve it😘👍👍 and their works!!! Even words couldn’t describe how great and awesome it is💖💜💙

By Heart [ I ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst

Length: 4.4k

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Summary: Getting over him was the most impossible thing in the world because part of you couldn’t believe it was really over.

By Heart Masterlist

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

The hardest part about giving someone else your heart, is that it then belongs to them. Even if things end, they will forever own a piece of you. A piece of the most important part of you, no less. It’s a piece of yourself that you can never get back, not really, not fully.

Six months. One hundred eighty two days. Four thousand three hundred sixty eight hours. That was how long it had been since you felt whole.

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a tiny bit jealous

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Prompt: Reader has been friends with Peter since forever, and has been in love with him even longer

Requested by: n/a

Warnings: sadness, slight self-consciousness 

Word count: 2,018

Notes: There! Will! Be! A! Part! Two! Message me if you want to be tagged in it! Writing this gave me major feels you don’t even know.

Part two

Originally posted by tom-is-bae

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The Last Word

I was rewatching that episode of Community where Abed and Troy kept hitting each other with pillows because they didn’t want their friendship to be over, and I just kind of liked the idea of an argument stretching out ridiculously long just because 2 people don’t want to stop talking ^^

college AU.

read it here on AO3!

“Dean, this is Cas - Cas, Dean,” Jo said, calling over the thudding music in the bar where they were standing, propping up the bar. She had a hand on Dean’s shoulder, and she gave him a little shake. “I’ve been meaning to introduce you guys since forever. I just know you’re gonna get on great. Cas, Dean likes philosophy, and psychology - that kind of thing!”

“I’m, uh - an armchair philosopher at best,” Dean said, throwing Jo a look that said, as clearly as he could without words, don’t play me up too much. Cas, the guy standing in front of him, was quite clearly out of Dean’s league - tall, lean, with the looks of an Athenian hero and the expression of a Roman statue, chiselled and unsmiling. Dean took a hefty swig of his drink, and smiled charmingly.

Well, he thought, you never know until you’ve tried.

“So, are you a Freud or a Jung kind of guy?” he said. Jo clapped his shoulder and moved off, evidently satisfied with the opener and feeling as though her introductory duties were complete. Dean watched after her for a second as she went, taking her social skills with her.

It wasn’t that Dean was bad in social situations - it was only that when there was just him and an undeniably cute guy, things tended to get a little… flustered. Jo, on the other hand, was perfectly at ease, and good at smoothing over the stupid things his runaway mouth tended to say -

“You can go and talk to her instead,” said Cas, and Dean started and looked back at him guiltily. Cas’ expression was unreadable, watching him watch after Jo. “Please, feel no obligation to enjoy my company.”

Dean blinked. Cas raised his eyebrows.

“I’m, uh, I’m - uh,” Dean said, wrongfooted. “I was just -”

“And I think - Jung,” Cas said, cutting through his fumbling. “Freud’s theories are too rooted in misogyny and phobia to be of any interest beyond the influential and contextual, for me.”

Dean swallowed.

This is going great, said a little voice in his head.

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kind of hoping this already exists but i want a game that is the literal opposite of a first person shooter, where instead you play as a lone paramedic running around trying to save all the civilians

granted, i’m not sure how fun that would be

maybe it’s a cyberpunk dystopia and medicine has all been privatized and you’re a masked freelance medic, running around in the underbelly of a city, saving lives and forever on the run from the corporation’s goons

maybe you’re part of a little squad, and each medic has their own specialties and skills

maybe for cover, one of them also kept their old corporate job as a licensed doctor caring for rich people and you have to use that access to spy and gather information

stealth levels where you’re heisting, like, insulin and basic supplies from heavily guarded for-profit hospitals

a lot of the residents you’re helping are members of a rebel group but their revolution can only succeed if you keep enough of them alive, which sometimes includes reminding them to sleep and drink water


Ghost, I see you standing there,
Don’t turn away, I want you to stay,
Ghost, what’s your name?

Why so surprised? I’m interested…
You’re just a soul that blends into the crowd,
I hear you so loud no one else hears a sound,
You reach out your hand no one else feels a thing,
And I’m just a stranger who could be a friend…

You could have been so great,
I won’t let you slip away,
Is there any hope for us left,
Even a Ghost needs a friend…
You could have been someone,
But you let them into your head,
I want you to know this instead,
That I see the light in your chest…

Ghost, Where you from?
I can take you away, so far away,
Ghost, I’ll make sure they all see,
The kind of man, that you can be…
Open your lungs & inhale my words,
I see in your eyes a reflection of hurt,
The book in your mind hasn’t come to an end,
There’s always a page, that hasn’t been read…

Your heart, it beats, forever, forever, we see,
I will believe, that there’s a Ghost in me…

Your lungs they breathe, forever, forever, we see,
I will believe…

Jacob Lee - Ghost


A really fast Marco. I can´t draw the backside of people, even with reference :( But I have want to can do that! ~_~ Practice practice practice… AAAND practice :O~

*  the  walking  dead  prompts.

nsfw   and   triggering   themes   and   mentions   may   be   present,   such   as   blood,   gore,   murder,   death.

  • ❛ It happened. Now it’s done. You live with it or it eats you up. ❜
  • ❛ My people have guns. Yours don’t. ❜
  • ❛ You keep choosing this life, you will die. ❜
  • ❛ If you have to eat shit, best not to nibble. ❜
  • ❛ They don’t attack this place. They don’t kill us. ❜
  • ❛ Most of the people here don’t even know how to fight, even if we had ammo. ❜
  • ❛ We need food. You have it. We’re willing to work for it. ❜
  • ❛ Confrontation’s never been something we’ve had trouble with. ❜
  • ❛ Y'all are worse than a bunch of evangelical second graders. ❜
  • ❛ I’m still me, but better. I lost everything and it made me stronger. ❜
  • ❛ I killed so that I could live. I stopped counting when I hit double digits. ❜
  • ❛ You wanna make today your last day on Earth? ❜
  • ❛ What if it’s the last day on Earth for you? Or someone you love? ❜
  • ❛ I’m a sinner. I sin almost every day.  ❜
  • ❛ It was a sanctuary. People came and took this place. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve been bitten, you stupid pricks! I’m tainted meat! ❜
  • ❛ We can walk away, and we will never cross paths again! ❜
  • ❛ Nightmares end. They shouldn’t end who you are. ❜
  • ❛ The second it isn’t, the second we lose sight of that, it’s all over.. ❜
  • ❛ We’re all gonna die and you let this happen for nothing. ❜
  • ❛ Welcome to the human race, asshole. ❜
  • ❛ You’re not the person people think you are. ❜
  • ❛ Why don’t you say what’s really on your mind? ❜
  • ❛ Some days, I don’t know what the hell to think. ❜
  • ❛ You had no idea what you were talking about, did you? Did you?! ❜
  • ❛ You hear me? I’m not giving up! People like me– people like me, they can live. ❜
  • ❛ I like it here. I like the people. But… they’re weak, and I don’t want us to get weak too. ❜
  • ❛ Yeah, you used to be somebody’s, huh? Now you’re just yours. ❜
  • ❛ You know, everyone’s been through it somehow. Everyone. ❜
  • ❛ I met a lot of bad people out here doing a lot of bad shit. ❜
  • ❛ The evidence seems to go in that direction. ❜
  • ❛ You well know that I’m not combat ready or even for that matter combat inclined. ❜
  • ❛ God, you’re really that much of a coward? ❜
  • ❛ It’s their world. We’re just living in it. ❜
  • ❛ You don’t go outside those walls anymore. Not by yourself, not with anyone else. ❜
  • ❛ It’s gonna get people killed. It’s already gotten people killed. ❜
  • ❛ Play your cards right, maybe you don’t have to die. ❜
  • ❛ Things don’t get better because you– you want them to. ❜
  • ❛ Starting right now, we have to live in the real world. ❜
  • ❛ When you care about people, hurt is kind of part of the package. ❜
  • ❛ I’m gonna take a group out. Best not waste any more time. ❜
  • ❛ When I fell on my ass, they should have just left me out there. ❜
  • ❛ Everything we’ve been working so hard to keep out, it found its way in.
  • ❛ Everybody makes it, till they don’t. ❜
  • ❛ I killed two people and you haven’t said a word about it. ❜
  • ❛ You can’t think forever. Sooner or later, you’ve got to make a move.. ❜
  • ❛ I mean, what the hell is going on in this cabin? Were they storing those biters? ❜
  • ❛ I could use a vacation. Get away. Just for a weekend. ❜
  • ❛ Is this what you want? Is this what any one of you want? ❜
  • ❛ Now you put down your weapons, walk through those gates you’re one of us. ❜
  • ❛ Get in your cars, get your guns. We go in, kill them all! ❜
  • ❛ I’m a piece of shit. Why would you want my help? ❜
  • ❛ I’m sorry. I’m not very good at making boys your age laugh. ❜
  • ❛ So you tell me how in the holy hell did you possibly kill this truck? ❜
  • ❛ We’re not too far gone. We get to come back. ❜

spookymiscreant  asked:

A concept: Kevin Day and Aaron Minyard talking mad shit about Andrew and Neil. Kevin talking about how he's sick of Andrew "pretending" he doesn't care about Exy and then Aaron replying, "I'd take that over Neil eye fucking the court every day"

i….love this….so much oh my god ok

  • so andrew and neil are on one of theyre “this is nothing but we go on weekend trips together to makeout” things 
  • so kevin needs to practice bc he’s Extra™ and…he’s still having a little trouble relaxing without andrew around all the time
    • andrew gave aaron a look before he left that aaron knows means to watch out for kevin
  • aaron’s complete disinterest manages to deter kevin from practice for two full days
    • never underestimate aaron’s ability to be stubborn to spite someone else ok
  • but finally FINALLy it’s not kevin’s incessant bitching that gets aaron to go to the court with him 
  • it’s aaron getting back from classes and not getting immediately bombarded with requests to go to the court
  • it’s coming home to a silent kevin staring out the window, rubbing his scars
  • aaron sighs deep to hide the fact that he’s concerned and changes into light workout clothes and grabs kevin
  • he also ignores how much kevin lights up when they turn onto the street of the foxhole court
    • this is an example of aaron “im not allowed to feel anything at all ever” minyard
    • also an example of aaron “knows where matt keeps a spare key to his truck” minyard
  • at first aaron refuses to practice with kevin
  • but he “gets bored” or whatever he likes to tell himself
    • see, aaron actually likes exy. he likes the way he can channel all his frustrations into it. he spends so much time studying and trying to figure out his brother and trying to figure out what the hell he wants from his life so sometimes he just needs to run around and knock people on their asses, ok?
    • its also pretty much the only times he can remember connecting with andrew
  • kevin is, like always, completely immersed, and barely notices aaron getting on the court until he walks by him to block his way to the goal
    • kevin’s on the courts because he can breathe there. he’s on the court because its where is mother put him. its the only place he mattered after she died, where he felt like a living thing rather than an asset. 
    • he’s there because even though he’s happy for andrew and neil, he really is, he’s still figuring out how to stand on his own. the court’s been the only place he really felt he could do that. 
  • now aaron may be on the court
  • he may have come to be there for kevin shut kevin up
  • but you best believe he’s gonna bitch about it
  • “fine, i’ll go, but i’m gonna complain the whole time” yea that’s aaron
  • after like one snide comment though Bitchy Kevin comes out to fuckin play and it goes a little something like:
    • kevin: andrew knows he’s good but does he try? of course not. see, that’d be fucking easy. that’d be simple. nothing is simple with him. *cue kevin taking an unnecessarily forceful shot on goal*
    • aaron: and don’t even get me started on neil just asking him for things. are you kidding. andrew doesn’t do anything ever at all and neil just??? asks him??? and he does it???
    • (both of them are secretly wondering why they don’t bitch to each other more often)
  • the best part though, is when aaron is at the height of his rant and says, “You know, i don’t even want to do extra practice, but I’d take this over Neil eye fucking the court every goddamn day”
  • kevin just fucking breaks like he drops his racquet and everything
  • aaron hasn’t ever seen kevin laugh???? its kind of beautiful surprising??
  • kevin gets a hold of himself and wow
  • he doesn’t think he’s ever seen aaron smile he’s surprised how much he likes it
  • after that kevin’s feeling better 
  • they head back to the dorms and play video games for a while, order food. just kinda hang out
  • nothings really changed, per se, but….things are definitely different. 
    • more often than not now kevin will just go to the library to watch his taped games with headphones on while aaron studies, occasionally getting kicked in the shin when he gets too excited
    • when neither of them want to sleep because they know its one of those days they’ll have nightmares they go to the library’s 24 hr lounge and eat shitty microwave ramen (aaron is sworn to secrecy…no one can know kevin loves creamy chicken ramen) and try to teach each other bio or history
    • aaron only had a mother who hurt him growing up, and kevin only had the memory of his mother and people who hurt him growing up . without saying anything, they just understand.
  • in conclusion because aaron is accidentally really funny, kevin and him get a lot closer, which is good, cause they both kinda needed it
  • they wouldnt say they were friends, or are friends, but…maybe its a little “nothing” of their own

Has anyone talked about a Zimbits The Proposal AU yet? Because I have some thoughts.

  • I had a really hard time working out who should be Margaret and who should be Andrew, as tbh it could work both ways, but I decided it fit better with Jack as Margaret and Bitty as Andrew so for this au unfortunately the Zimmermanns have to be dead, but apart from that it’s fine.
  • Jack is high-flying [insert appropriate job here - photographer? still a publisher?] and Bitty is his long-suffering assistant.
  • Jack is known as the robot in the office due to his lack of emotions and apparent ability to work till ungodly hours of the day without stopping, something he expects of everyone else around him. He also doesn’t seem to have a life outside of work.
  • Jack is from Canada. Jack ignored his visa limitations and went out of the country for a business deal. Jack is about to be deported.
  • Bitty, meanwhile, had been looking forward to finally seeing his extended family at his moo-maw’s 90th birthday, but is now stuck complaining to his mother about his evil slave-driving boss, and how he’ll be stuck as Jack’s assistant forever at this rate.
  • When Jack asks him to be his fake fiancé, Bitty wants to say no, but the prospect of a promotion is too much to pass up. So he agrees, on the condition that Jack comes down to Georgia to visit Bitty’s family with him.
  • “Why would I need to know what you’re allergic to?”
    “Because that’s the kind of thing couples who are about to get married should probably know about each other?”
    “Like you know so much about me.”
    “I know you like PB&Js, what your coffee order is and that it has way too much sugar in it, your dry-cleaning specifications, and everything you’re allergic to; so yes, you do need to know that, I’m afraid.
    “What am I allergic to then?”
    “Pine nuts and the full spectrum of human emotion.”
  • Bitty’s massive family is overwhelming for Jack, who’s been by himself a long time.
  • Everything is too hot and Jack hates it.
  • Bitty and his dad don’t get on too well, because Bitty didn’t want to take on the family business. 
  • Bitty’s family make them kiss and it’s awkward as hell until it isn’t, and who knew it could be that good?
  • Jack’s not used to so many people being nice to him, especially Bitty’s mother and grandmother. They persuade the two to get married that weekend. In a barn? For some reason?
  • Bitty has some really great friends from college who come for the wedding. Jack likes them.
  • Jack’s not overly fond of Bitty’s ex, though, who’s sniffing around despite Bitty being fake engaged. To Jack.
  • Everything is still too hot.
  • Jack is starting to get used to Bitty calling him honey and sweetheart and he thinks he likes it.
  • Bitty is starting to get used to Jack’s smile, which had almost knocked him flat on his ass the first time he saw it. Jack should smile more often.
  • The problem is that, now Jack’s met Bitty’s family, he can’t quite bring himself to go on with this charade. Bitty’s family deserved better than this sham of a wedding. Bitty deserves better. 
  • So Jack leaves, and Bitty spills everything to his family, who tell him to go after Jack. 
  • He catches him at the airport.

i have learned how to work the magic of movie maker to finally bring you this magnum opus, the most accurate summary of bsd john steinbeck i will ever make

Sterek on vacation!

Stiles and Derek had been arguing for almost a month over where they’d go for their summer holiday. 

Stiles wanted to visit the Hale cabin in the woods and drink coffee with Derek and lay in bed until noon. Derek, on the other hand, had spent his entire childhood there and longed for the feeling of sand between his toes and a drink in his hand. 

It wasn’t until they visited Beacon Hills and Derek’s family when Derek finally agreed to go on Stiles’ preferred vacation. He had been flipping through the old photo albums with his sister and he had realised that most of them were taken in the cabin. 

It kind of made him nostalgic and he really wanted to take Stiles there, to create new memories. Memories for just the two of them. 

Made for @sterekiseternal

Every day, Words With Friends shows me a “match of the day” person they say they hand-picked *just for me*, and want me to play against.

The suggestions are priceless.

First of all, roughly 50% are grandmas.

Another 20% are middleaged guys with sunglasses who reeeaaally like to take selfies in their cars.

#1 looks to be in a driver’s seat, whereas #2 is in a passenger sea– … wait, are they in the same car? 

Are they double-car-sunglasses-selfie buddies?!

I’m not entirely sure what’s happening in this photo… which one’s Jolene? Is she the too-bright one in the foreground with no face?

…also, where on earth are they? Tile floor, some kind of seating, floor-mounted computer kiosk… I’m so confused.

At least this shot makes sense.

These nice people just wanted to take a selfie with the damp pavement outside their house. I mean, hey, we’ve all been there.

At first, I thought the app was just suggesting some guy named Steve, but then I looked at the photo, and – plot twist – it appears Steve might actually be his last name.

This also raises the question of what mother decided to name their kid Tyler Steve.

…and the same goes for the mother that named her son Zyngawf 34260864.

Poor, poor Pippifuzz. They’re just a ghostly outline, doomed forever to haunt the halls of Words With Friends suggestions.

Brandon doesn’t have it much better, seeing as he’s a cloud of mist next to a bridge. At least he has a semi-corporeal body, unlike poor Pippifuzz.

Fred… Fred’s seen some hard times.

…also, yes, the Bumble wants to play Words With Friends with me. I’m flattered.

As does this dog.

As does–…

…wait… Gandalf?




To my aros who are scared of being alone: I love you and it’s going to be okay.

Just because you won’t find a romantic partner doesn’t mean you’ll be alone forever. You’re still lovable. You still have love to give. It just won’t be that kind of love. You will find someone, or several someones, who will want to share life with you, and won’t mind that you don’t love them romantically. Maybe they will be friends. Maybe they will be partners. Aromantics have always existed, and we have always been able to find happiness.

You are not alone. Never, ever, ever.

Hugs for all of you from me. <3