these people try to fade me

People Solas should fear more than the Inquisitor: 

  • 1. Hawke’s love interest if Hawke was left in the Fade. 
  • 2. The Warden Commander if Alistair was left in the Fade. 

-Like dude steps out of a mirror trying to recruit Merrill to his cause to “bring back what was ours” and Merrill just turns to him and says “you took Hawke from me” before slicing her palm and oh shit, girl’s blood magic game is strong.

-Anders shows up in the Fade, more Justice than man, his voice as loud as thunder when he says “you have taken the one mortal who mattered most. For that you shall perish”

-Fenris, leaving a slave rebellion, is greeted by Solas asking for his help to “bring the elves to freedom” and then Solas finds a hand through his chest, green eyes full of rage, and a voice that says “you”  

-Solas’ agents are found slaughtered one after the other with a gold coin on each of their corpses. A warning. The pirate queen is coming for you. 

-The Warden is ripping their way through each of Solas’ outposts, and while Solas thought he could fear no mortal, he starts to when they keep getting closer and closer. 

I’m nothing. I’m a drifter.
   I have friends, but not lasting friends.
   I have loved, but nothing that lasted.
   I’ve had so many things that I wish I could change, but never have.
   I’m sad, I’m happy, and I care all too much and all too little at the same time.
   The pain never seems to fade though, the memories never seem to die, the reality keeps me alive, but it also makes me want to die.
   Everything in my life is in a constant state of wondering if I will ever be good enough or if I will even make it through the next week.
   Things are routine, things are hectic.
   And the most solid things in my life seem to be the most flaky.
   I want to sleep, but I want to explore the world.
   I need sleep, but no matter how hard I try, everything keeps me up.

   So when people ask me what I want to be when I grow up, I’ll say “I want to be something”
   I’ve had enough being nothing.

—  Insomnia at 3

A/N: i’m sorry I suck at titles
Credit to @danslittlewhore for the prompt, you’re very lovely Genre: some good ol’ fluff. Dan is stressed (but he’s ok really don’t worry) *reader pov*

Dan liked to be left alone while he was editing. Although I knew this, I still felt a small pang of resentment every evening, when I lounged alone on our bed in the warm light of the setting sun, watching its glow slowly fade across the far wall. After a few moments, the streetlamp directly outside the window would wink on, a dull yellow glimmer, and I would lean over and switch on the bedside light to continue the chapter I was reading.

It wasn’t that I minded that he had to work. I just missed him. And I hated sharing him with so many people. Sometimes it seemed that so many people wanted a piece of him that there wasn’t enough left for me.

On this particular evening, I was trying to read  (Y/F/B) for the millionth time, but my eyes kept sliding off the pages. I was tired, and I couldn’t focus, but I didn’t want to fall asleep before dan was finished. He had never said that he minded, but his eyes always lit up when he saw that I had waited for him, and I lived for moments like that. Genuine smiles. He didn’t smile that much recently. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy exactly, he was just so busy, and it didn’t seem like he had much time to think about whether he was happy or not.

I rolled over onto my side to reach for my phone, the bed creaking, and checked the time. It was nearly one am. This wasn’t unusual; Dan was often awake at all hours working on videos. He claimed that all the magic happened at night, and the best videos he’d ever made were edited in the early hours of the morning when everybody else was asleep. He always said it jokingly, but a small part of him believed it, and it wasn’t uncommon for me to lie awake in the dark until well past midnight, waiting for his tired footsteps on the stairs to announce his approach. However, I knew he had an important meeting early the next day, and assuming that he was too absorbed in editing to notice the time, I rolled off the bed and slid my feet into his ugg slippers (A/N anyone remember that liveshow..?) deciding to go in search of him.

All the lights in the apartment were on, in spite of the time, and the sound of faint voices drifted through the crack in phils door, which stood slightly ajar. I checked the lounge, then the kitchen, flicking off light switches as I went, and then climbed the stairs to the gaming room. I knocked softly on the door. “Dan?”
There was no response, so I nudged it open with my foot and shuffled in. His laptop screen glowed starkly against the blackness of the room, illuminating his face with a harsh bright light which picked out the stubble on his jaw and the deep purple shadows which underscored his eyes like bruises. It hurt my heart to see him so exhausted, but I had to wake him. I shook his shoulder gently. “Dan? Dan, wake up!”
“Hmm?” He cracked one eye half open, then closed it again with a groan. “Ugh, I never finished this video. Give me a few m-”
“No Dan, you need to sleep. Remember your meeting tomorrow!”
He dragged the backs of his hands across his eyes, nails bitten to the quick. “But I promised another video in the evening, and if I don’t finish it now it won’t be ready in time.”
“They’ll understand. And if they don’t, they should do. It’s okay, Dan. You can go to bed now. You’ve worked really hard.”
“Alright.” He sounded so relieved, like he’d been hoping somebody would say that to him. He smiled at me, exhaustion in his face but something like happiness in his eyes, and allowed me to pull him out of his chair.
“I’m not carrying you,” I laughed, when he flopped sleepily against my shoulder, and he yawned hugely, following me down the steps to our room. I drew the curtains and then joined him as he collapsed onto the bed, his hair a tousled curly mess and his clothes rumpled adorably.
“Dan, baby, you’re so tired,” I murmured, as he snuggled closer to me, his arms slipping clumsily around me. He was shivering noticeably with exhaustion.
“I’m fine.” He yawned again. “But maybe staying up so late wasn’t the best idea.”
I shifted to face him, and he whined in protest, burrowing further into the covers. “I never see you anymore!”
He kissed my forehead gently, struggling to keep his eyes open. “I’m sorry. I really am trying my best.”
Of course I knew that, and it made my chest ache to think of how much he pushed himself. But it wasn’t my place to tell him what to do, so all I said was,“I love you,” winding my fingers into the curls of his hair, and he squeezed me tightly.
“I love you too.”
My eyelids fluttered shut, but then I felt his lips pressing against mine, feather light. I kissed him back, tasting honey and warmth and dan, my fingers tracing the lines of his back and feeling the exhaustion in his bones.

Ten Tips for a Travel Newbie

So you are planning to join the trend of going out for adventures and discoveries. I’m not really a travel addict, but I looove getaway vacations - hiking, camping, backpacking, tours, or just a simple or grand (as if!) hotel stay.

Of course, I have reasons why I decided to start exploring and there are three: 1) taking a break from stress; 2) seeing new places, things, and people; 3) learning more about living.

Going somewhere outside the city makes me realize there is more beauty in nature than the gadgets I usually wish for. And it’s sad knowing some of them has already faded or totally erased. New people taught me the wonderful and fun culture around my country and why we need to keep and practice them. And for me to learn more, I need to keep up and try to make my travels light and right. Here are ten of the things I would like to share to you guys especially to those who are interested to join us.

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Beauty Fades

I get a lot of messages from all you wonderful followers and I always try and reply to all of them. I often get told, as I just have, that I’m very ‘nice for a girl as beautiful as me’. This is very sweet and of course flattering but remember beauty is subjective. Every one has different opinions of what is beautiful. Beautiful people need to remember one very import thing. It fades. It doesn’t make you better than any one else and if you act like it does, when your beauty fades, you’re left alone with nothing but a crappy personality and photos of when you were ‘hot’. All people, beautiful, or otherwise deserve the same respect and attention and to not be made to feel bad about themselves. Remember we are all beautiful to some one.

Kidnapped (Again)

~ Day 8 - Front Seat’s For People That Haven’t Been Kidnapped By Bloody Numpties ~

Lol I can’t write for shit sorryyyyyy please don’t throw me out I love Baz too much

Also sorry if the bold and italics thingamabobs come out funny - I’m on my phone and was only just told how the HTML thing works this morning (about the same time I started writing woops)


Kidnapped (Again)


“Crowley, Snow! I’m flammable, you know! Are you trying to burn down the entire forest and take me and the numpties with you?”

He shrugs his shoulders and his wings fade away. (Well, they’re still there of course, they’re just invisible now.) “It’s your fault for being kidnapped by them. Again. Was one time not enough for you?”

He teases me with that damned smirk on his face and I hate it. (I love it and I just want to lick it and kiss it until his lips swell and throb until they’re plump and delicious-)

“You’re staring. Didn’t it work?” I snap out of my daydream and look towards Snow, gesturing towards the space where his wings should be.

“No it’s fine, they’re fine. All gone.” He looks at me and that smirk is replaced with concern as he steps closer (and closer) to me. His face is so close to mine now, so close I can almost hear his heartbeat-

“You’ve gone pale. Did they give you any blood at all? They didn’t trap you in a coffin again, did they?” My eyes snap back to his. (So blue and I want to drown in them and drown him with kisses-)

He places a hand on my forehead and I can feel it throbbing, hear his energy and life pulsating through his hand, his wrist, his neck-

My reaction is instantaneous. “Don’t touch me!”

There’s a shocked silence before I turn away in a effort to block him out. Or, more accurately, block out my want, my need for Simon Snow. (I can’t. It’s always there.)

I can feel him hesitate before he replies. “It’s been three days Baz. You need blood. I’ll… I’ll be here.”

He’s always so kind and thoughtful and I hate him for it. (I love him because of it.)

“Whatever.” I walk off to find a place to summon a deer, leaving Snow behind.

I wait until he’s out of sight (but not out of mind) before I cast a spell. “Doe!” Low and behold, a deer strides through the trees moments later.

My magick’s definitely improved since graduation and I can now cast spells that used to only work when I was drunk off Simon’s magickal energy. This is especially useful in situations like these, when I’m blood-starved and lack the energy to hunt. (Even if Simon Snow was just standing there beside me, irresistibly stunning-)

I drink.

My mind wanders over to him. Simon Snow. (It always does when I’m like this. Hungry. He keeps me anchored. He keeps me sane.)

It would be an understatement to say that Snow has simply ‘improved’ his magickal skills since sprouting wings and a tail. He spent weeks upon weeks with Bunce, researching past events that could answer the question how what happened, happened. At first it was just Bunce’s curiosity and Snow was fairly at peace with the idea of being a Normal. Then she found out that there was a possibility that there was still magick inside him.

Needless to say, he took more of an interest then.

He can’t cast spells like other mages (not that he could really cast them before anyways), but he is able to make his wings and tail disappear. It took an awful lot of concentration at first (and several instances where only parts of his wings or tail vanished, which makes for a very awkward tube journey), but he’s almost mastered it now. Bunce is probably ecstatic about it as she doesn’t have to waste her precious time and skills on such a simple cloaking spell every few hours.

His flight has also progressed vastly and I enjoy (Snow will never know how much) watching him perform loops in the air and glide through the clouds, his stupid smile plastered on his giddy face.

And then there’s the fire.

It’s all Bunce’s fault. She came up with some grand theory that because the magick within Snow came from his mental image of a dragon, he should have the magickal capability of real dragons, such as flight. And breathing fire.

Two weeks later, he sets Fiona’s fucking kitchen on fire.

Thank Crowley she was out all week; I would never have been able to clear all the scorch marks in time. (Although, it was more like one giant scorch mark all over the kitchen walls, floor and ceiling as opposed to several scorch marks…)

Once I’ve sobered up, I drop the deer’s lifeless body onto the ground and crouch down, running a finger along its throat. Not a single drop of blood is left.


Was I so far gone that I couldn’t stop from drinking every damned drop? How could I lose control so easily? Crowley, only three days without blood and I’m completely unable to control the urge. It’s a fucking miracle I managed to walk away from Snow without draining him dry. If he had arrived only a day later- (No. Don’t even think about that.)

I walk through the trees and into the clearing where Snow is waiting for me, true to his word.

“Hey.” He says. I don’t need to see him to know he smiling.


It’s quiet for a few moments, when suddenly there’s curly hair, almost silvery in the moonlight, brushing against my face and strong arms are flung around my waist.

Just as I move to place my arms around him too, he steps back and throws a fist into my shoulder.

He punched me.

Simon Snow punched me.

Before I can protest, he starts yelling. “Don’t you ever let yourself get kidnapped by fucking numpties again! Do you know how fucking worried I was? Merlin, what if I hadn’t arrived in time? You could have starved. Starved. What the fuck did you do to make fucking numpties want to slowly starve you to death?”

I shrug, not wanting to appear weaker than I already feel. “Well, a few of their own were killed in my last escapade, if you’re looking for motive.”

His cheeks puff out and he looks like he’s about to yell at me again, but he slumps instead, resigned. I guess he hasn’t the energy to argue with me, which makes a change. “Yeah, Fiona mentioned that.”

I blink. “Who?”

“Fiona.” He frowns like it’s the most obvious answer in the world. “You’re aunt? You know, the one that dresses in leather. She seems proper badass.”

My mouth hangs open. “When and why were you talking with my aunt?”

“Yesterday. And today. I figured since she found you when you went missing last time, she could help out, you know. ”

I reel at the fact that Simon Snow and my Aunt worked together to find me. (My aunt Fiona who doesn’t know I’m dating Simon Snow.) I almost miss it when he says “She’s waiting in the car now.”

I stare at him. “What?”

“The car? How else did we get here? That’s how the spell works isn’t it? She spelled the sat nav with ’I Once Was Lost But Now Am Found’ since we didn’t want to waste time using the traditional map method. Hence, she travelled by car. She drove, I flew.”

I have no words to say as I follow Simon through the forest. This whole situation is so surreal, that I’m actually surprised to see Fiona’s red MG parked haphazardly on the side of the road.



She stalks towards me from the car, her features livid. “Really? Twice? Twice? Do you think I have nothing better to do with my time except rescue you from bloody numpties? Jesus Baz.”

I roll my eyes and ignore her, reaching for the car door, silently hoping that she forgets about Snow and doesn’t ask any awkward questions.

“Oh no. Oh no you do not.” She slaps my hand away and points to the back seat. “Front seat is for people that haven’t been kidnapped by bloody numpties. Back seat. Now.”

I hold my head high, refusing to cower under Fiona in front of Simon. (I still go to the back seat though.)

“Simon!” Fiona exclaims. She’s smiling now, that grin she gets when she’s planning something mischievous. “Would you like the honour of sitting in the front seat? Considering you’ve never had the misfortune to be kidnapped by numpties?”

“He was kidnapped by goblins.” I mutter, opening the back door.

“And you were kidnapped by numpties. Who are stupid. Back. Now.”

Snow laughs and nods. “Sure.”

I don’t like where this could end up.

After we’ve all clambered into our seats, Fiona starts driving.

“So, Simon,” she starts off slowly. “What were your intentions two months ago when you and Baz stayed over at my house, alone, with no adults?”

Oh holy mother of Crowley and Merlin and shit fuck my fucking life.

“And am I going to have to relegate you to the back seat because you almost burned my kitchen to the ground?”

I see Simon’s ears turn red and he starts to stutter. I reach for my wand.

“Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch you even think about casting ’Shut up and drive’ and I will ruin your life.”

“And how would you do that?” I don’t move away from my wand.

“You remember Zacharias, right?”

I frown. “What’s your ex got to do with anything?”

From my position in the back, I can just about notice her lip curling upwards. “You saw him after I cast ’Your sex is on fire’. You tell me.”

(Crowley, Fiona. You scare the shit out of me sometimes.)

I scrap the wand.


Whether you’re plotting, messing around, or genuinely in love Basil, I’ll support you all the way.

I’ll be to you what Tasha couldn’t.

@all the blogs following me who repost pornographic content, you’re making things worse. Stop supporting the sex industry - all it does is objectify people, ruins their lives and livelihoods, gets people addicted to a shallow and empty feeling, and eventually leads to despair because there is nothing more there than a burst of endorphins that fades over time.

Sincerely, a guy struggling with lust trying to make things right again.


 I sat at the bar of the diner my head in my hands, my eyes closed and my head pounding. I thought about the events of that day and what had brought me to a classic looking diner at 1:30 Am on a Saturday, it was the kind of restaurant you would find in the movie grease, with an old waitress behind the counter who called everyone sweetheart. There were 9 people in the restaurant, including me. 3 couples all sitting booths that looked like they were trying to sober up. One older man with a long white beard, he was in a leather jacket that had many patches, and there were faded tattoos that peaked out from his stained wife-beater. But no one interested me more than the man who was sitting directly next to me. He had bright pink hair a nose ring and a sleeve of tattoos going up one arm. He had no jacket even though it was mid-February, but who was I to judge I didn’t either. The man was wearing black skinny jeans, a white T-shirt that had 2 white strips on one of the arms. I took a deep breath and pulled my eyes away from him. He asked the woman for a pen, then he grabbed a paper napkin. I wondered what he was drawing, but I didn’t have to wait long to find out. He slid the napkin toward me with the pen, on the napkin in neat small handwriting was two words that filled my heart with joy. Who knew the two words “Rough day?” could make me so happy, but that one gesture was the most considerate thing anyone had done or said to me all day.  My spelling was terrible and I didn't feel like embarrassing myself by continuing this conversation on paper so I decided to speak, even if my voice was hoarse. 

“That’s an understatement” I scoffed.

“Want to talk about it?” He asked looking over at me 

“I'm (Y/n)” I said putting my hand out to shake. His hands were calloused, warm, and very large, so large that I could barely see my hand in his. I liked that I felt safe when he touched me. No, I can’t be thinking about a stranger like this. I just broke up with my boyfriend, that's why I’m here in the first place.   

 “Oh by the way (y/n), I’m Josh.” Oh god, I was thankful I was sitting down because when he said my name my knees felt weak. 

“Nice to meet you Josh” I mustered up a smile as I replied 

“I don't mean to pry or be rude but is there a reason you look like a black parade reject” I couldn't hold back a laugh, as I wiped off the running mascara. I nodded looked up and laughed again. 

“You know I didn’t think you would get that joke but I decided to take a chance,” He said, obviously amused at my reaction

“A risk taker. I like that” I realized what I said and mentally scolded myself. He just smiled. Time flew by as we talked about music and he told me was in a band called Twenty One Pilots. I knew there was a reason his name sounded familiar. I felt exhausted but I didn’t want to stop talking to him. He had me hanging on the edge of his every word.

“How do have so energy at 4:00am?” I asked him while yawning. 

“ Different time zones,” he said and I nodded, understanding what he meant. 

“I’m not gonna lie. I really love talking to you but I am only mortal so I need sleep.”

“Yeah I get that” he fiddled with his hands “We should get coffee before I leave” I smiled and knew I wouldn’t be able to say no.

“Definitely, you said you’re leaving tomorrow right?” he nodded “So how’s tomorrow- or today I guess at 12:00?″ I asked cautiously, trying not to seem too eager.

“It’s a date” we laughed awkwardly together. I nodded 

“Yeah, it is” I gave him my number and we parted ways. I went home and even though I was sleeping alone I slept more peacefully than I had in awhile. I got up at 11:00 and started getting ready I pulled on a white t-shirt and black skinny jeans. I grabbed my wallet and began walking to the small cafe that Josh had texted me the address of. 

“Hi,” I said with a little wave

“Hey” He started 

“Is for horses.”  I said interrupting him.

“Wow, good one dad,” He said with a little smile

“Call me daddy” I whispered. He grinned holding back a sound of amusement.

“That’s my line” He smirked. I raised my eyebrows.

“Oh really” I giggled “let’s get our coffee” We walked in and ordered. The barista handed Josh his drink. Then grabbed mine, but as she did she was pushed from behind, due to the business of the cafe this afternoon. The coffee spilled all over me making my white shirt see-through. She apologized furiously and I said it was okay as she went to get me another coffee. When I looked at Josh I blushed and tried to laugh it off. Josh took off his sweatshirt and handed it to me.

“And they say chivalry is dead”  As I put on Josh’s sweatshirt, he paid and held my coffee for me. 

“Do you want to come to my hotel room, it’s just across the street I could let you borrow one of my t-shirts?” He asked, and I nodded as I sipped my coffee. 

“To be honest that has to be one of the most embarrassing things to happen to me on a date,” I said 

“Really, because I have seen way worse” He winked at me “ Seriously I was once on this date where this girl was being so rude and snarky to the waitress. This went on for 15 minutes and eventually my date says to me, “This waitress sucks and is such a bitch, right?” Because she was hot, I did the pushover, cowardly thing and was like, “Yeah, kind of.” Turns out the waitress was my date’s best friend and they were playing a prank on me, but she was so shocked that I agreed it was just awkward from that point on” I couldn’t help but let out a short snicker. 

“Wow… That… that is much worse than this.That must have sucked so bad.” I smiled and shook my head in disbelief. We quickly made our way to his room and he handed me a faded NASA shirt.

“That’s my favorite shirt so don’t lose it” I went into the bathroom and changed into it. and walked out into the main room where Josh was sitting on the bed looking at his phone. He stood when he saw me. 

“You look so cute right now,” he said without thinking and I bit my lip, looked down and looked back up at him. He closed the distance between us by taking one step forward. “You smell like coffee” he whispered, and I felt his hot breath on my face, he pressed his lips to mine, both of our eyes closed. His lips were soft, I wrapped my arms around his neck as his firm hands found their way to my waist. I started to play with the baby hairs at the nape of his neck. We were too occupied with each other to hear to knock on the door. Josh pulled away when he heard the door open “That’s Tyler” Josh leaned down to whispered to me 

“Oops” was all Tyler said then he backed out of the room. 

Twenty-three,” he said.
“Mm?” She opened her dazed eyes. Thorne pulled back, looking guilty and worried, which made some of her euphoria fade away.
“You once asked me how many times I’d told a girl I loved her. I’ve been trying to remember them all, and I’m pretty sure the answer is twenty-three.”
She blinked, a slow, fluttering stare. Her lips pursed in a question that took a while to form. “Including the Lunar girl who kissed you?”
His brow furrowed. “Are we counting her?”
“You said it, didn’t you?”
His gaze darted to the side. “Twenty-four.”
Cress gaped. Twenty-four girls. She didn’t even know twenty-four people.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I need you to know I never meant it. I said it because I thought that’s what you’re supposed to say, but it didn’t mean anything. And it’s different with you. This is the first time I’ve been scared. Scared you’ll change your mind. Scared I’ll screw it up. Aces, Cress, I’m terrified of you.”
Her stomach fluttered. He didn’t look terrified.
“Here’s the thing.” Thorne crawled over her legs and lay down beside her, boots and all. “You deserve better than some thief who’s going to end up in jail again. Everyone knows it. Even I know it. But you seem determined to believe I’m actually a decent guy who’s halfway worthy of you. So, what scares me most” - he twisted a lock of her hair between his fingers - “is that someday even you will realize that you can do better.”
“Thorne …”
“Not to worry.” He kissed the lock of hair. “I am a criminal mastermind, and I have a plan.” Clearing his throat, he started to check things off in the air. “First, get a legitimate job - check. Legally buy my ship - in progress. Prove that I’m hero material by helping Cinder save the world - oh, wait, I did that already.” He winked. “Oh, and I have to stop stealing things, but that’s probably a given. So I figure, by the time you realize how much I don’t deserve you … I might kind of deserve you.” His grin turned smug. “And that’s how that speech was supposed to go.”
“That was a good speech,” she said.
“I know.” Scooting closer, he kissed her shoulder. Goose bumps erupted down her arm.
She couldn’t not say it, although she realized he was right. It was sort of scary. Much scarier than it had been the first time she’d told him, out in the desert. It was different now. It was real. “I’m in love with you.”
He chuckled. “I should hope so, after all that.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her temple. “And I love you too.
—  Winter by Marissa Meyer
Forget me. Forget the colour of my eyes and the feel of my skin. The way my hair looks in the sunlight. The way I cough and choke a bit when I laugh, like a smoker who has had one too many cigarettes. Forget the sound of my voice. Forget how shy I get when meeting new people, and my reluctance for trying new things, in fear that I will make a fool of myself. Please just forget me. Let the memories of me fade out like a dated photograph. Let my image crumble and deteriorate into nothing. Please just forget me, for it will make this easier on me.
You, please read this.

Today, back at university, I had a class where we had to sit on a chair while everyone was looking at you. It was scary, actually intimidating at first. My colleagues had to write down on a paper positive things about me and after that they had to explain why they felt that way about me. Every single one of us sat on that chair.  I have to tell you, I wish everyone could have a class like this one. There were tears of happiness, of relief, of everything bad we were holding inside. It made me think how much effect people can have in other people’s lives and how important it is to try our best and make them feel loved. I just hope you know, whoever is reading this, that you’re worth it, beautiful, unique. That no one compares to you.  That every little part of you makes you peculiar.  And please don’t let your light fade away.  Shine, shine bright, because I believe you are a sunshine in someone’s life. Wash away all the negativity and embrace yourself. Please love yourself, there are people who actually think you’re amazing, and that’s all that matters.

I’m so sorry for the long non related kpop post, but I had to share this with you. 

With love, Debs. 

When all your art friends get better at art and sorta forget you. They get well known, and you sorta fade into obscurity. Eventually they stop talking to you. You don’t feel like trying to speak to them; Their probably too busy to chat anymore.

But I’m used to it by now, of course. So I just wait..Hoping someday they’ll remember me. I’m not exactly talkative to people. Guess that’s why I get forgotten.

(No I’m not leaving or anything. This is just a doodle of how I feel most of the time)

To Fade

cruyffsbeckenbauer said:
I have another one :) Rickon was never handed to Ramsay. Jon and Sansa know R+L= J. Sansa and Jon never go back to Winterfell. They go somewhere else. Somewhere warm. They realize it is easier to tell others they are married then say they are siblings. For two people who have never been close they are surprisingly a great married couple. (smut if possible)


I’m sorry it’s taking me forever to write up prompts. I’m trying to catch up, I promise. I thought I might actually finish one, just to hold off for the break I’m taking. Thank you all for your patience! This turned out a bit sadder than I initially planned. 


“Where will you go?”

The question slithered in mind the moment they sat before the fire. A quickened fear rampaging in her chest, a temperament of despair. To be left alone once again would be a death sentence. The sweet taste might have sated her, but now she knew warmth as never before, she was unwilling to let go of it’s peace.

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I’ve never struggled
to write about anybody before,
except you.

And I’m still trying to figure out if that’s a good or bad thing
because all the poetry I write is
icy, blue eyes
and tear-soaked pillows
and talking to the moon
out of the window at 2am
when I used to talk to him.

But he left.

All my poetry is
is watching people walk away
and bleeding fingertips
because the shards of broken hearts
bear an awful resemblance to broken glass.

Maybe I don’t write about you
because you haven’t broken my heart,

Maybe I don’t write about you
because you don’t make my head pound
or my world spin
or the ground shake
like people say true loves should.

But maybe I don’t write about you
because you make me inexplicably happy
and I don’t know
how to write about things
that do anything other than
break me.

—  I don’t know how to write about things that make me happy // otherwise, all my words would be for you, 22/01/2016

i don’t know. i meet people who are so nice to look at but when i open them up and try to know them, i realize they don’t really have much on the inside. and then i meet people who i’m not really attracted to but i can’t help but listen to all the things that they have to say and then they just become so beautiful to me. so what i’m saying is that, don’t miss out on someone just bc you’re not wildly attracted to them or bc they aren’t your type or whatever. yes, looks do matter, i’m not saying they don’t. but looks fade. beauty on the inside shines through on the outside. beauty that comes from the inside shows on a persons face. a nice set of abs will not last long but a heart full of love might.

anonymous asked:

me: expectations are on the down-low. everything is cool, cooler than cool also me: date: 12.2.17, time: 00.01, black screen, muffled sound of a party, we see a boy laughing among people, he's happy -cut- he's alone standing away from rest of the party, isolated -cut-he's smiling - is he? -he turns and looks straight at the camera smile fading-see me- distant sound of people singing 'happy birthday to you", laughter - the camera zooms on the boy-"Happy birthday dear.." black screen - even


don’t date me just because you think i’m easy.
i’m not. listen, i’ll fall head over heels
for you if you’ll let me, and god help me if
i don’t put you first in everything i do, but recently,
i’ve realised that some people aren’t worth
holding onto. so don’t date me just because
you want to be loved — i’m so sick
of being used that i will be relentless with
anyone who uses me. and don’t you dare date
me for my heart. my heart has been
cold for so long that if you wrapped your
hands around it, i think it might overheat. please,
don’t try and stitch it back together, because
stitches can always be cut right back open
and some wounds aren’t meant to ever
fade. i know it can be difficult loving someone
who is so damn set on finding freedom. it
can be difficult loving someone who still carries
the chains of past loves on their lungs
and the scars of battles fought on their skin.
i told you i wasn’t easy. i’ll make you
feel so much that if you ever lose me, you’ll wish
you’d never met me. don’t date me just
because i’m broken. you’re not going to fix
me with your beautiful smile and i’m
bound to break you with mine. i’ll tell you
i’m sorry in advance and you’ll never get it. until
one day, you will.
—  don’t // r.e.s
I want someone to love me wholeheartedly. I will strip bare, for you to see me at my purest and let you into my soul. You can count my freckles while I sleep in your arms and I can trace my fingers across the dips of your body. We’ll be fine with body hair and bathe one another with the utmost care. It’ll be real between just us two. I don’t deserve another sob story to tell people how my heart was broken again. If I want this with you, I will accept you for every part of who you are and I will never try to change you. You can be silly with me, and break down on my shoulder. You can grow alongside me and I’ll still be there when you’re crumbling. I will fade into the twilight with you, if you just treat me right.