the man of a thousand bands

You think that just because they’re up on that stage; screaming and smiling, that they are safe. That their lives are perfect. Watching them light up an arena, they feel invincible. But nobody is safe from the inside. Nobody. This man and the whole of Linkin Park are the reason I ever became a part of the community I am today; who make me feel loved and welcomed. The reason I discovered the band who inspired me to play guitar. The reason I began to fight back against the crap that was thrown my way. This is why it’s important to speak out; whether the world knows who you are or not. The world lost a true legend today. Rest in peace :’(

Favourite Lyrics Of Each Song On Divide ➗
  • Eraser: Show me the locked doors, I'll find another use for the key 🔑
  • Castle On The Hill: Had my first kiss on a Friday night, I don't reckon that I did it right 💋
  • Dive: And I've been known to give my all, and jumping in, harder than ten thousand rocks on the lake 🌊
  • Shape Of You: Say, "Boy, let's not talk too much, grab on my waist and put that body on me" ⌛️
  • Perfect: Darling just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own 💘
  • Galway Girl: She played the fiddle in an Irish band but she fell in love with an English man 🍀
  • Happier: I could try to smile to hide the truth, but I know I was happier with you 😔
  • New Man: He's got his eyebrows plucked and his arsehole bleached 🍑
  • Hearts Don't Break Around Here: She is the lighthouse in the night, that will safely guide me home 🏡
  • What Do I Know?: Just re-remember life is more than fittin' in your jeans 👖
  • How Would You Feel (Paean): In the summer as the lilacs bloom, blood flows deeper than a river, every moment that I spend with you 🌻
  • Supermarket Flowers: Oh, I'm in pieces it's tearing me up but I know, a heart that's broke is a heart that's been loved 💐
  • Barcelona: I fell in love with the sparkle in the moonlight, reflected in your beautiful eyes 🌙
  • Bibia Be Ye Ye: I am only, being honest with you, I get lonely and make mistakes from time to time 👌
  • Nancy Mulligan: Now we're sat by the fire, in our old armchairs, you know Nancy I adore ya 🛋
  • Save Myself: So before I save someone else, I've got to save myself 🍾

When Christian Rock musician Trey Pearson came out as gay one year ago, he was met with difficulties, according to his feature with Teen Vogue. He was uninvited from a Christian music event after members of the production team threatened to quit if the out musician participated (though he did end up joining another band for one of their songs at their invitation).

And yet, Pearson says since coming out, he is “the most free I’ve ever felt in my entire life.” He describes “almost every day, I have just received thousands and thousands of letters and continue to do so from people who have been impacted by my story.

Trey draws from his experiences with the Christian community in the music video for his first single as a solo artist, “Silver Horizon,” in which Trey enters a church, watching a young man singing at the front. Eventually, another boy, unable to contain his feelings any longer, rushes to the front and passionately kisses the singer. The churchgoers, at first shocked, burst into applause.

Through the video, Trey hopes to convey that the world is changing, and more and more religious spaces are becoming increasingly open and accepting. 

Nobody fucks with our man Franz Boas

Archaeologist joys: When thousands of anthropologists band together and say “Uh, hell no” and the Google result is changed within 24 hours!

Note: I hit the “feedback” button again on this to select “This is helpful” to help reinforce the algorithm’s choice of the Wikipedia page. Thank you to everyone who banded together on this. Our numbers made it happen.

anonymous asked:

An anti theorie about bears: "Considering Mark (sound engineer) used them in another show he did in January 2016 and also a Little Mix show he did later then I don’t know how anyone can deny he was just running them by himself without any need of outside intervention.". So they think that the bears were not correlated with H&L, they didn't run the tw account. I believe Larry could be real but I agree with them. The person in bear's sunglasses isn't Louis and Mark could post the pic in H's bday.

So “they” think the bears weren’t correlated to H&L? 

Wow. You’ve They’ve done it. They’ve convinced me. 

Who is the person in the glasses then?

And if it wasn’t Louis why was it taken down as soon as everyone said it was? Why did all the subsequent photos of the bears have the glasses blurred out? 

And why did Louis then start blurring his own glasses in his selfies? 

Let’s for one second say that it was their sound guy, Mark. You’re telling me that they would just let this guy run a twitter account with hundreds of thousands of followers where he posted bears that were clearly connected to the band and set up elaborate tableaus of them at their shows? Do you know how insane that person would sound? A grown man. Who is constantly around these boys. Dressing up bears and putting stickers on them that correlate to the band. I would have a restraining order before you could even get the words “rainbow bondage bear” out.  

Your whole pretending to be a Larrie to press some anti theories, which are quite honestly built on a foundation of sand, is poorly veiled, and if you think any of this has me like 

you are incorrect. Stop wasting my time. Stop wasting your own time. 

Brendon Urie x Reader : Date With A Dork

A/N: Despite what the request says this is still a gender neutral fic my lovelies! :) Requests, comments, and questions are accepted as always. I love you all, thanks so much! 2 more followers and then I hit my first 100. Thank you!!! The past month has been amazing, and I’ve loved writing fanfic for you guys! You’re the best.  

Anonymous said:
Hi!! Could I get an imagine where the reader is a YouTuber and Frank or Brendon (you choose) is a huge fan of her, they meet after a concer and he asks her out?? :D

You sat on the couch of the dressing room, tapping your foot nervously, anticipating the moment when your lifelong idol and celebrity crush would walk into the room. Sure, you were almost just as famous as he was, almost, but to you, he still seemed like a thousand levels higher. You grew up listening to all the Panic! At The Disco songs. They were the band that helped you survive middle school and high school, and to think that you’d be in the presence of Brendon Urie, the actual singer and front man of your favorite band, it blew your mind. You had met him online through some DM’s on Twitter, and you texted each other, even had a video talk, and Brendon decided to send you some free tickets for some of his upcoming shows in hopes that you could make it and you two could meet and hang out later. It felt surreal.

That day you had called Brendon a couple hours before he went on stage, and he had explained to you where to go and what to do in order to find him. Zach, who you had seen in a million backstage videos and Brendon periscopes, had introduced himself to you and showed you to the dressing room, sitting you down on the couch until Brendon came out from his shower. You had agreed upon walking to a little music shop Brendon had scouted out earlier, a place where he had told you he had bought one of his favorite guitars. You were lost in thought when the door swung open and Brendon’s eyes met yours, and your heart leapt. This was really happening.

“Nice to finally see you in person,” Brendon smiled as he dried his hair off with a towel, setting it down on the ground and giving you a hug. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Looks who’s talking,” you smirked, both of you walking out the door and down the sidewalk.

“I’ve watched a couple of your YouTube videos,” he chuckled. “You’re pretty cute.”

“Cute? More like embarrassing,” you rolled your eyes. “They find it humorous when I humiliate myself.”

“Stuffing marshmallows in your mouth is humiliating?” Brendon raised his eyebrows. “Ha, remind me what humiliation means the next time you get so drunk you take your pants off on stage.”

“Well that’s actually sort of hot,” you admitted. “A marshmallow filled mouth? I don’t think it even comes close.”

“You’re too humbling,” Brendon laughed. “I think you’re great.”

“Same,” you grinned. “I’ve been listening to your music for forever.”

“Forever is a really long time,” he reminded. “That’s almost fucking eternity, you know. I don’t think my band’s even been around that long.”

“You know what I meant silly,” you gave him a playful jab in the arm.

“You hit like a girl,” he teased. “No offense to girls.”

“You sing like a girl,” you joked. “Hitting those high notes and that falsetto.”

“Really now? I never noticed! Oh my gosh,” Brendon responded, doing his best Valley Girl impression, which made you giggle. You had seen him do it so many times in his Periscopes, and even sometimes on stage.

“The show was great by the way,” you added. “I loved it.”

“Was it worth the price?” he raised an eyebrow.

“You gave me tickets for free,” you laughed. “Remember?”

“Fuck, I love it when you laugh,” Brendon sighed happily. His eyes grew wide after he realized he had just said that aloud, and it only made you laugh more. “Damn, I didn’t think-”

“No, haha,” you regained composure. “It’s fine. I love your smile.”

“Really now?” he flashed a toothy grin.

“Not like that,” you rolled your eyes.

“You sure?” he insisted between his teeth.

“Better quit it or I’ll start calling you Beebo,” you playfully threatened.

“Because heaven forbid anyone call me that!” Brendon gasped. You both burst out into laughter as you neared the music shop.

“So this is the place, huh?” you wondered as he opened the door and ushered you in.

“Yup, the one and only,” he grinned. “Damn, it’s been forever since I’ve been in here.”

“You know, forever is a really long fucking time,” you reminded.

“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes. He slyly reached for your arm, holding your hand as you walked down the aisles, and you stayed silent, but bursting with joy that he would be so kind as to show that sign of affection. You knew Brendon could be flirty, but you never knew he was this romantic.

“Look, I see a Sinatra vinyl,” you hinted, pointing towards a copy of one of Brendon’s favorite albums.

“I think I spot a Weezer one too,” Brendon added excitedly. You both drifted off to that corner of the shop and released the hand holding, so that you could pick up a Death of a Bachelor vinyl.

“You see this?” you smiled. “You’re right up there with them, Brendon.”

“That’s insane,” he laughed. “I never thought I’d live to see the day.”

“It’s right there beside them,” you pointed out. “Look at you, Mr. Accomplishment.”

“Ah, you’re not too shabby yourself,” Brendon reassured. “You’ll be up there on the internet hall of fame one day. I know it.”

“Nah,” you shook your head. “I think I’ll be one of those old celebrities in the magazine showing how much I’ve aged or something like that.”

“Whatever,” Brendon chuckled.

You walked over to the guitars and picked one up, handing it to Brendon. It was a lovely acoustic, and Brendon just looked at it and smiled. “Play something,” you begged. “I want to hear you.”

“You just did? Remember? About an hour ago?” Brendon reminded.

“No, I mean just you and me,” you persisted. “Right here, right now.”

“If you insist,” Brendon sighed, sitting down on a stool and strumming a couple chords. “Oh shit, what do I even sing?”

“Jesus loves me more than he loves you,” you joked.

“Oh I think that’s going to be featured on our next album,” Brendon teased. “You’re not allowed to tell anyone yet. It’s going to be the second single after Pirate Love.”

“That one you wrote with Kenny?” you giggled.

“That’s the one,” Brendon nodded. “Swab my deck!”

“Brendon!” you squealed.

“I’m just playing around,” he reassured. He strummed a couple chords and then hummed, starting to sing. It sounded familiar, but it wasn’t until he sang the first few words did it register what song it was. “I’m just setting, I’m just setting a trap. And I’m not pulling, no, I’m not pulling for ya-”

“You’re just pulling at me,” you chimed in.

“I’m not a betting man, but this is a sure thing,” you both grinned as you sang the words together. “Bababadadadadabababadada, I’ve been to Tokyo and to South Africa…”

“So many places,” you laughed.

“That you might say I’ve seen it all,” Brendon gave a goofy face.

“But my favorite place is the warm embrace, of holding your hair back in a bathroom stall,” you both sang out the lyrics playfully. “Everything I do is bittersweet, you could tell me secrets that I’ll probably repeat, I’m not trying to hurt you, I just love to speak, it feels like we’re pulling teeth. So bittersweet…” Brendon strummed a couple elaborate chords and you both laughed, until he put the guitar down.

“So you know all the words,” he smiled. “I like that.”

“I love that song,” you sighed. “Vices and Virtues bonus tracks are literally the best.”

“That’s what they all say,” Brendon smirked.

“So, any bonus tracks for Death of a Bachelor?” you raised your eyebrows, hoping to possibly pry some information out of him.

“I already fucking told you y/n, you’re not allowed to ask anymore questions about the new Beyoncé collaboration,” he groaned playfully. “That’s strictly between Queen Bey and me, got it?”

“You’re such a dork,” you giggled.

“Is that a good thing?” he wondered.

“It’s amazing,” you reassured, and almost instinctively, you gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He bit his lip trying to suppress a smile, and you skipped over to the rack of CD’s, pretending nothing had happened. An employee who was restocking some of them looked at you.

“Were you the one with the lovely voice?” he wondered.

“Nah, that would be Brendon over there,” you explained. “He’s the singer.”

“You didn’t sound too terrible yourself,” the man reassured.

“You’re too kind,” you blushed.

“Hey y/n,” Brendon snapped. You turned around, surprised at the sudden sharpness of Brendon’s voice. “Let’s go, we’ve got dinner reservations.”

“We do?” you inquired.

“Yes, we do, so let’s get going,” Brendon insisted. He tugged on your arm and basically dragged you out of the store, until you reached the corner and he finally let go.

“What the hell was that all about?” you asked.

That’s when Brendon kissed you, right then and there, his lips pressed up to yours, and when he pulled away, he left you stunned. “I didn’t like the way that man was hitting on you,” Brendon shrugged. “You’re mine.”

“Am I now?” you smirked.

“If uh, you’re okay with that,” he double checked.

“You little dork,” you kissed him on the lips quickly. “You’re too adorable, Brendon.”

“Nah, you’d beat me any day,” Brendon shook his head.

“So I believe there were mentions of dinner reservations?” you reminded.

“If you’re up for it,” he shrugged.

“I’m up for anything,” you grinned. “As long as you’ll be there.”

“Are you saying yes to a date with the biggest dork ever?” Brendon wondered.

“Yes I am,” you nodded. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Coming Home - Brad Simpson Imagine

Tonight was the night. After him being away for three months, you’d finally see your boyfriend, Brad, back. Tonight was the last show of their world tour, and their families, all of the other girlfriends and you would be attending. These three months seemed to have last forever, and the thought of him holding you in his arms again, made you feel warm inside. A little smile curled around your lips as you looked at a picture of you and him holding hands. The both of you had been dating for a solid three years now and never felt so in love. You still got butterflies every time you saw him, every kiss still felt like the first and every touch still gave you that warm feeling inside.

“Hey, Y/N, are you ready? It’s time to leave.” Kirstie’s head peaked around the corner of your bathroom. You had invited all the girlfriends over at yours and Brad’s place to have dinner before the show. As a final touch to your outfit, black skinny jeans, white converse and a baby blue blouse, you putted on the necklace that Brad gave you right before he left: a music note with his initials carved in it.

“You look absolutely stunning.” You smiled softly before following the blonde girl to the living room, where everybody was ready to leave. All of you were picked up by a van sent by management and were led into the venue before everyone else. Unlike other tours, there was a separate area foreseen for the relatives this time; right in front of the catwalk. There even was a small staircase, making it easy to climb up on stage. Even though it was quite peculiar, you decided not to worry about it and just enjoy yourself.

The lights went down and it only got better from that moment on. First Sabrina Carpenter had her own little set, then it was up to the boys of New Hope Club and finally, the moment you had been waiting for all night: The Vamps took the stage.

“What’s up, London?!” The excited voice of your boyfriend simply put world’s biggest smile on your face. He looked especially well. Although he was simply wearing his doc’s, a black skinny jeans, white T-shirt and his green bomber jacket, he looked especially well to you. This outfit was the one he wore on the day you two first kissed and it had been your favourite ever since.

“Okay, for this next song, I need a little help. This is “Somebody To You”, give it up for Sabrina Carpenter and New Hope Club everybody!” Loud screams came from all over the crowd, including from you. This was your favourite song by the boys, one you would never get tired of hearing. Brad walked along the catwalk and winked when he caught your eye, quickly running back to the main stage afterwards.

“Woah, it’s getting hot in here, you’re on fire, London! I need to take this jacket off.” Brad shouted when the final notes of the song faded away. He disappeared behind the others in the direction of the drums, while everyone else came a bit more to the front, all standing in line, starting with NHC, followed by Sabrina and then the rest of the boys.

“Yeah, I agree. Brad, I must admit, I really like this shirt I found in your dressing room.” George opened his jacket, revealing a shirt with your face on it. You couldn’t help but laugh, just like the rest of the crowd.

“That’s a nice shirt. Damn, it really is hot, I think I’m going to take of my jacket as well.” Blake unzipped his jacket and took it off. He on the contrary was wearing a simple white shirt with a comma printed on it. Following the first two boys’ lead, each took his turn in taking his or her jacket off. All white shirts with something written on it, all together forming a simple sentence.

Y/N, will you marry Brad?” was the end result. It took you a while to realise what was happening. Did he just…? From behind the line of people forming the sentence, a smiling, but clearly nervous Brad popped up, walking all the way to the end of the catwalk. He stepped down the stairs and by your hand leaded you on the stage, before going down on one knee and revealing the most beautiful diamond ring you had ever seen.

“Y/N, from the moment I met you, I knew you were the kind of girl that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with” he started. “The past three years have been the most beautiful of my life and all thanks to you. Being away for three whole months made me realise that I never want to let you go, ever. You’re not only my lover, but also my best friend and therefore: will you marry me?” Tears from happiness were rolling down your cheeks. You were unable to speak out loud, so all you did was nod, nod a thousand times yes. With a big smile Brad put the ring on your finger. You throw your arms around his neck and hug him before quickly pecking his lips. He picks you up and spins you around, having you squeal with delight. The whole crowd was cheering and clapping, as well as everyone on the stage. The moment Brad put you back down, you kissed him one more time and went back to your seat, helped by a smiling Brad.

“I’m a happy man, London, I’m a happy man!” He ran back to the main stage, receiving hugs from his band- and tour mates, while you did the same in the family pit from everyone there. Sabrina and the boys from New Hope Club walked off stage, giving The Vamps the chance to continue.

“Alright, let’s wrap this up, baby! Here is one of my personal favourites, and the first single of our second album: this is ‘Wake Up’.” The boys put all the last bit of energy they had left in this song and ended this tour in the best way possible. Right before the end of the song, you and the family pit made your way backstage, waiting for your loved ones to come off that stage.

The moment you see Brad coming around that corner, you run at him and jump straight into his arms. He holds you firmly in his embrace, before kissing you passionately.

“Hello, future Mrs. Simpson.” He says with a smile when you break apart.

“I think I can get used to that.” You reply smiling, before kissing him just one more time. No matter whatever happens, there was nothing that could shatter your happiness. You were engaged to the love of your life and more than one hundred percent sure that this was the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.


Author’s note: thank you for reading this and making it this far! I really hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to send in requests and I’ll be more than happy to write them for you! :)

P.S. From now on I will be adding cute GIFs from the main character to the imagines as well ;)

Originally posted by isak-valterson

You built me palaces out of haikus

Anonymous: Aaah hi Hamilmom!! There’s this writing prompt that goes along the lines of “You left my room littered with haikus” and I think that’s perfect for a lams fic! Because Alexander’s a writer, y'know? If you could please write that that would be amazing. 😁 

I sure can write that, kiddo!! This is a SUPER FLUFFY fic so go brush your teeth directly after reading it, kiddos! ;D The line doesn’t appear directly in the fic, but its influence on it will become very, very clear. Enjoy the second lil fic in honor of Ham’s bday! This one is celebrating him being bi and loving Laurens :’) <333

John Laurens could never keep up with Alexander Hamilton. They’d been boyfriends for nearly five years now, and John still wasn’t sure how Alex did it. It being absolutely everything. Alexander was truly non-stop, and, most of the time, John felt like he was simply a witness to it. But he was happy to be a witness, and, sometimes, a participant, even if most of those times were when Alexander needed someone to step in and say take a break.

His hurricane of a boyfriend rarely listened to anyone, but he always listened to John.

John was accustomed to the mess that Alex often left in his wake. There were always papers, books–– some open, some with multiple bookmarks and tabs stuck in them–– Columbia University mugs that had once held coffee in them, blankets Alex huddled under while doing his work at various days throughout the week strewn all over the floor, old cups of ramen with the spoon stuck to the inside even though most of the time they ate real food because, even though they were only 26, they were adults with yearly salaries who could afford more than cups-o-noodles, but Alex simply never broke some of the habits he’d picked up in college.

So when John woke up one Saturday morning to an empty bed and a multitude of little papers scattered about their bedroom, he didn’t give it a second glance. It was only after he’d already gotten dressed that he noticed two things: 1) a note on the inside door knob instructing him not to exit the room until he found five haikus and 2) the scent of pancakes wafting from beyond the door, tempting him to ignore the note and follow the delicious smell.

As much as he just wanted to go scarf down the pancakes, John knew it was futile to leave without finding the poems, so he set to work. In a normal room, this might have been easy. But in their room, it was, well… challenging, to say the least.

He spent a few minutes flipping over drafts of essays Alexander was working on, and a few more rummaging through packets from Alex’s job that were left in the oddest places. He was considering begging Alex for a break when he noticed them–– tiny slips of papers folded like books, hanging from the blades of the ceiling fan, which was just gathering dust throughout the fall and winter, on nearly invisible white threads.

He stood on top of their bed and opened the first one up.

The moment I saw
you on the campus green, I
nearly couldn’t breathe.

John gently turned the fan just enough for the second one to land in front of him.

I felt the tug of
destiny move me forward,
closer to your grace.

John’s breath hitched, and he quickly scrambled to get to the next one.

You have taught me grace
and how to love; you’ve made me
feel something more.

John knew there were tears gathering in his eyes, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He needed Alexander’s words, the words written for him, just as much as he needed water and food and air.  

You’ve shaped me into
a better man, and that’s why
haikus grace this fan.

There was only one left. John felt as if the world around him had come to a halt as he whirled the fan around one last time. After taking a shaky breath, he opened the last little booklet and read.

Now I need to ask:
John Laurens will you graciously
let me take your hand?

“Wh-what?” John asked the air.

Apparently, the air had ears.

The door to their bedroom opened, and in walked Alexander, a tiny box in hand. John sunk down onto the bed, his hands over his mouth, tears trailing down his freckled cheeks. Alexander grinned at him as he got down on one knee.

Alex silently opened the box, revealing a tiny piece of paper covering a ring. After a nod from Alex, John took the white slip and read it.

I promise to be
the best man I can; please, John,
will you marry me?

John looked at the ring–– a simple, elegant silver band–– then he looked onto Alexander eyes, which were also filled with tears. The smile on his face put John’s mind at ease, though. They were happy tears. And John’s tears. Were they happy?

“Yes,” John said, voice cracking. “A thousand times yes.”

Alexander’s face broke out into an even larger grin and any anxiety that had distorted his features evaporated. “Oh my god,” Alex said as he fumbled to pull the ring out of the holder. “Oh my god,” he said, as he slipped it onto John’s finger.

Alex stood and gently pressed his lips to John’s. Their kiss was as soft as the first one they’d shared, over five years ago now, drunk on nothing but their raw feelings for each other, tentative, slightly afraid, but full of desire. Now only that desire remained–– the fear and hesitation had dripped away with the familiarity that bonded them throughout their years together. Now there was only softness, tenderness. Now there was only passion, a want embedded in them as deeply as the urge to breathe.

Now there was only love.

Killer logic
  • Rumple: *takes one dying child from his family to give to a childless one; feels guilty for years and tries to reunite father with kid*
  • Rumple: *uses a baby for bait for the Black Fairy but obviously never intends to let her take it; he hates her*
  • Rumple: *makes a deal for Cinderella's baby that he literally never intends to collect on*
  • Rumple: *saves a thousand children from being ripped apart by ogres*
  • Rumple: *doesn't kill Robin for stealing from him because he's not the kind of man to leave a child fatherless*
  • Rumple: *helps reunite Hansel and Gretel with their dad*
  • Killy: *murders a man pleading to go back to his family*
  • Killy: *sells his stepson to a band of killers*
  • Killy: *deliberately mutilates Ursula and further alienates her from her father from pure spite*
  • Killy: *orphans his own baby brother out of, you got it, pure spite*
  • Killers: How DARE they make Rumple look better than our angel baby?
  • Killers: Rumple's an abandoner and Killy an abandonee so of course they react differently.

remember this. tyler robert joseph, the man who’s band won 2 ama awards, the man whos band and himself were bimonated for several grammy awards, the man who saved tons of lives and put genuine smiles on people’s faces is saying that u r just as important as him. you are just as important as tyler robert joseoh, the man that made u cry and feel connected and less linely with his lyrics, the man that performs in frint if thousands of people nearly everyday and amazes if not all of them, most of them. u r jusy as important, fren.


A Song of LadiesArianne Martell

The sun was gone, and the sky was full of stars. So many. She leaned her back against a fluted pillar and wondered if her brother was looking at the same stars tonight, wherever he might be. Do you see the white one, Quentyn? That is Nymeria’s star, burning bright, and that milky band behind her, those are ten thousand ships. She burned as bright as any man, and so shall I. You will not rob me of my birthright! ― The Queenmaker, A Feast for Crows.


This tale is true, and mine. It tells
How the sea took me, swept me back
And forth in sorrow and fear and pain,
Showed me suffering in a hundred ships,
In a thousand ports, and in me
. It tells
Of smashing surf when I sweated in the cold
Of an anxious watch, perched in the bow
As it dashed under cliffs. My feet were cast
In icy bands, bound with frost,
With frozen chains, and hardship groaned
Around my heart. Hunger tore
At my sea-weary soul. No man sheltered
On the quiet fairness of earth can feel
How wretched I was, drifting through winter
On an ice-cold sea, whirled in sorrow,
Alone in a world blown clear of love,
Hung with icicles. (…) 

 And who could believe, knowing but
The passion of cities, swelled proud with wine
And no taste of misfortune, how often, how wearily,
I put myself back on the paths of the sea

My Soul Roams With The Sea

To Protect

PAIRING- reader x Steve 


WARNINGS- IMPLICATION OF ABUSE( may be a trigger for some people, be aware), SWEARING (but a happy fluffy ending, cause who dosen’t like one of those

Request from @diving-down-to-wonderland​ - Hey love, bday anon here :) I thought about an imagine with Steve Rogers cause I love him soo much. Maybe something where you’re an Avenger and live in the Tower with the others & one time your ex-bf sneaks in the Tower cause he cant handle your break up but you don’t want him back cause you & Steve fell in love. So your ex Freaks out and even wants to push you off the Roof-edge but the other Avengers hear the fighting and Steve saves you in the last Minute and holds you Close? :) and thank you!!

I just want to say if anyone is in a relationship that they feel uncomfortable  in or you feel like you are trapped in it, then you have every right to removed yourself from that situation! Now that I’ve said my bit, I hope you like it :) x 

Originally posted by master-of-duct-tape

Trying to juggle a personal life when you were part of a superhuman superhero group was like trying to juggle fire, whilst tight rope walking, over a three thousand foot drop, in conclusion it was impossible. You didn’t want to end the relationship, but you had to be practical and look ahead was this the relationship you wanted?  Being away on missions all the time, not being around for important events like birthdays and the few odd Christmases, no. You had to be an adult about it and rip the figurative Band-Aid off and plus your ex was kind of a dick so there wasn’t much contest, especially when Steve Rogers entered your life. 

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The sun was gone, and the sky was full of stars. So many. She leaned her back against a fluted pillar and wondered if her brother was looking at the same stars tonight, wherever he might be. Do you see the white one, Quentyn? That is Nymeria’s star, burning bright, and that milky band behind her, those are ten thousand ships. She burned as bright as any man, and so shall I. You will not rob me of my birthright! ― The Queenmaker, A Feast for Crows.