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Through the Pages

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Prompt: He found the journal on the train.
Pairing: Mishley (aka Misha x Me, aka Misha x Ashley)
Word Count: 2828 (and I’m not even sorry)
Warnings: None?
A/N: This is my entry for Nicole’s (aka @iwantthedean) two prompt challenge. She asked for two prompts to be sent in and then she would choose one for me to write. This is the prompt she chose for me. I wrote this in like two hours and I’m super proud of it. Italics are journal entries. Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is awesome! :)

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I HAD A REVELATION ABOUT PP3

ok so I was thinking about that make america eat again cap Rebel had the other day and I had a revelation about what the movie is about hear me out. the Bellas are successful in their respective fields and they are great. they get called by the Military and US air forces and they are told they have been called to sing at the White house for the newest president Trump and they’re like no. but they are told that they will be trained by the militaryto infiltrate the house and help kill trump! and lily is like I told them we could do it we can be undercover. Anyway so thta is why they are always filming there!! it’s the best explanation! and then they get to the white house and Beca is like why do I have a guitar we do everything with our mouths and then Trump wants to hurt chloe because well. he is trump. and Beca is like ACA EXCUSE ME and kills trump with the guitar, saving chloe they have a heavy make out session at the Oval room table. The End. 

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.