No one knows me like you do, the way I have to hide out so no one can see the way my eyeballs vibrate in my head, so no one hears the way I stumble over my words, or notices the way I can’t always hear what they are saying. The music in my head is getting louder. I hear songs upon songs in my brain, their lyrics garbled into a cacophony, my brain searching, trying to make sense of what is inside and what is out. I’m breaking away from reality and you are here watching me break.
***Edit: I went ahead and added the cleaned-up versions; I hope no one minds. I just didn’t want anyone to have to dig up a new post just to hit “like” again. I really can’t believe this has so many notes! Thanks guys! >////< ***
Originals are under the cut!
These are suuuuuuuuper super sucky. I may clean them up later or something… I just had to get them out.
Yay to tonight’s episode for destroying me slowly. Like, I didn’t have a huge emotional reaction to it on first viewing, but it planted seeds in my brain that just keep growing. I thought of all the other fusions and when they’d fall apart, versus when they seemed really focused/harmonious. I’m sure they all have different things they need to work on.
Meanwhile Garnet is Best Fusion Teacher. And that song will probably become my new way of dealing with panic attacks.
Woo! I made a return to good ol’ traditional drawing! It’s been so long since I last put my pencils and papers to great use cx I missed my art tools lol, besides, I’ll have actual MysMes drawings to place into my Art binder!!
So yeah, just random sketchies to get back to my roots:
-First one being shy!Saeran, because reasons!…and I was on a Beatles trope tonight, so the tank top he’s wearing is one of their songs lol
-Second and Third ones are connected, Seven is singing the NSP song “If We Were Gay” with Jumin coming to mind, and Saeran losing his shit because of it xD –it was originally supposed to have been a pure drawing of Saeran smiling, but…the thought of Seven derping around over NSP seeped into my brain and this shit happened lol–
You’ll let him leave because you think he’ll come back. you don’t try to stop him because you think that’s what he wants. but it’s been a week and he hasn’t shown up at your door yet and you are beginning to question whether or not he will. you can’t remember how long it usually takes for him to return to you and your hands shake every time you think about it.
this hurts and I’m sorry to be the one to tell you but he won’t drive to your house at 2 a.m and knock on your window and kiss you like he always should have. he won’t sneak out of his bedroom to meet you under streetlights and you won’t get to hold him again.
you think that this is just like the other times but it isn’t. he won’t come back.
he won’t come back.
I want things to get better and they can’t if I’m still waiting for you– Lily Rain
James calls Louis for Carpool Karaoke. Louis gets in, and James asks if he’s ready to go. Louis says “Hold on, we need to pick up my date.” They drive a bit, sing a song, and then stop. The door opens, and Harry gets in. And that’s how they come out.
A/N: This is for @winchester-writes Christmas Writing Challenge! I honestly didn’t think I’d get this done, with everything else I have going on right now, but I got 7 hours of sleep last night (all in one solid block, too!), and my brain flooded with endorphins and ideas for how to write this! Woo hoo!
Summary: The brothers and the reader come across a witch hunt in December.
Prompt: I’m keeping the song a secret, but the object I picked was tinsel.
Pairing: no pairing
Warnings: Winchesters know nothing about Christmas songs or movies
Word count: 1345
You were startled awake by the sound of Dean bellowing from the
first floor of the house you were squatting in. At first, you thought Dean
might be yelling because it was Christmas morning and you had snuck out during
the night to play Santa. You’d bought a small tree, decorated it, and left some
presents for the Winchesters underneath it.
Dean didn’t sound happy, though. His screams almost
sounded…fearful? When you ran down the stairs, you saw why.
Three weeks earlier
“So, get this, a woman from California woke up in Iowa in a barn
and has no idea how she got there. She swears she went to bed the night before
like normal, but just woke up in Iowa in a feed trough when the owner of the
barn came to feed his horses.” Sam looked up to see what reaction you and Dean
had, a slight smile dancing on his face.
The first year was absolutely unbearable. Every time I saw or heard your name, I fell apart. I couldn’t listen to music without my throat swelling up. The aching pain in my heart was constant. Everything reminded me of you. I thought drinking heavily with my anti-anxiety medication would help me cope. It didn’t. I don’t remember much. It was all a blur of careless laughter followed by intense moments of sobbing and self-harm.
The second year, it started getting slightly better. I taught myself how to play our favorite song even though I knew you’d never hear me play it. I quit using anti-anxiety meds and hard liquor. I still had days when I refused to believe I would never see or touch you again, but I was starting to grow accustomed to letting go. I had a lot of dreams about you. They began turning into nightmares as my brain finally allowed itself to process and accept how toxic we were for each other in the end.
The third year, I still have dreams about you. I forget most of them, but the ones I remember make me think and dream about you for a week straight. I’ll think of an inside joke sometimes and just laugh while shaking my head. I don’t feel like dying anymore when I hear your name, our songs, or when I see our favorite movies on TV. I still wish you a happy birthday even though you’ll never hear it or realize I even remembered or cared.
I’m finally accepting you’ll always be a part of me, so I’d better stop hurting myself over it and move on.
WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE ABOUT VIRGINITY?! THIS IS A GOD DAMN CHILDREN’S SHOW! LOOK, I NEVER KNOW WHAT YOURE WRITING ABOUT! SCHWINN, S H U S H, I WANT A SONG! YES, I WILL DO MY HOMEWORK, YES I WILLwork in the garden, YES I WILL GO WITH MY GRANDPARENTS…TO ISRAEL! instead i get this nonsense about someone who loses,,,their virginity t-to those with whom they have no affinity?! THIS IS A GOD DAMN CHILDREN’S SHOW! i-i..youre sick, youre in the hospital, you’ve got this…. brain thing. you know what? you know what? im gonna get my son to write the song. where is my son?! HEY! where’s my son? somebody find my son? where’s my son?