told you i was insane

Lily, you don’t remember the first time I asked you out, do you? It was our third year at Hogwarts. And I saw you in the Great Hall. You were wearing pigtails and I asked you to go to Hogsmeade with me. Now, I know I’m not the subtlest guy when it comes to girls and I probably said something insanely inappropriate, because you told me if I ever talked to you again, you’d break my kneecaps. Which just made me love you.
—  James Potter
  • Paddy: Who's getting married?
  • Robert: Me. To Aaron. Today.
  • Chas: You haven't told Paddy?
  • Robert: I thought you'd blow the surprise.
  • Paddy: This is insane.
  • Robert: I knew you wouldn't cheer us down the aisle.
  • Chas: I thought you were starting to accept them. You even got them Christmas prezzies.
  • Paddy: Yes, to show Aaron I was trying! This... Marriage? To him?
  • Robert: You knew this was coming.
  • Paddy: I thought I had time.
  • Robert: What? Time to change his mind about me?
  • Paddy: No. Time for you to mess up again. Change it for him.
  • Robert: It's never gonna happen.
  • Paddy: Aaron will be sentenced tomorrow.
  • Chas: Yeah, it's kind of the idea, Pads.
  • Paddy: You think a shotgun wedding to Mr Shifty's going to help, do you?
  • Chas: Aaron loves Mr Shifty.
  • Robert: I'm not Mr... I'm not after your blessing any more. But Aaron will need you there for him.
  • Paddy: I'm sorry, I can't just sit by and watch him throw his life away on that.
  • Robert: Well, stay away, then. It's not like you were ever there for Aaron when it matters any more.
Collide Prt. 10

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Riley Matthews is a struggling writer who works as a bartender to pay off her student loans. Lucas Friar is a rich kid from Texas who’s lost his way. One night fate brings them together causing their two different worlds to collide.
A/N: Two flashbacks in this one, they’re italicized so hopefully its easy to follow along. Also for some reason the song “Remedy” by Adele was stuck in my head while I was writing this so idk maybe give it a listen while you read haha. The next chapter will be the last one. Epilogue if you will…
Word Count: 2,466

Part 10 - “Just Say The Word.”

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If you would have told me 5 months ago I’d be living above the bar I work at I would’ve told you you were insane. Unfortunately for me that’s exactly what happened.

Because my roommate decided to finally move in with her long term boyfriend and I adamantly refused to move back in with my parents, I had to quickly find something reasonable that I could afford. Lucky for me my boss was trying to find someone to rent out the space above the bar to.

It wasn’t the biggest studio, if I’m being completely honest it had a basement smell to it, and there was only 2 windows so natural light was limited, however it was cozy and soon enough, it was what I considered home.

I never thought this would happen but here I was sitting on the floor of my new studio, typing away on my laptop.

Having so much change in the course of a week was overwhelming to say the least but it also offered me this surge of independence and empowerment.

My aunt was right, all this change inspired me. As soon as I got settled the only thing I wanted to do was write. So I took her advice and I wrote what I knew.

When I wasn’t working downstairs at the bar I was locked away up here on my laptop. I didn’t see much of my friends or family but a part of me felt like it was necessary at the moment.

I hear my phone go off and quickly glance down at the screen. It was a text from Farkle that just said “I’m sorry.”

Before I have the chance to reply there’s a knock on my door. I walk over and peek through the keyhole and see a very familiar pair of green eyes looking back at me.

Reluctantly I open the door, “What are you doing here, Lucas?”

He was wearing a suit, like usual, but the messiness of his dark blonde hair and the undone buttons and tie told me he was having a rough night.

“I need to speak to you.” He says, gazing into my eyes.

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If I told you I loved you, would you believe me?
I don’t mean the love where we hold hands, cuddle and do cute things. I mean the love where you were everything to me, but you didn’t know it. You were the one I was scared to lose, and ultimately enough, what I was scared of became a reality. I loved you for every imperfection you have that I adore. I loved you for brightening my world and making me feel things I thought were only in fairytales.
If I told you I loved you, would you believe me? Because I don’t know if I would. I don’t know if I loved you… Loved is past tense, which means it’s over with. But, I believe you can never stop loving someone, the love might die down, but it doesn’t completely die. It settles down in a dark place inside you and quietens down until it wants to burn a fire in your soul and make its self known again. I loved you, and I continue to love you.
—  Imagine that one thing
So no one told you fifth year was gonna be this way
One day, one rhyme- Day 1097

Cupcakes come tumbling from the sky
And crash onto the ground.
I try so hard to catch them all,
Before they can rebound.
I employ buckets, boxes, crates
Anything I can reach,
But ev'ry container is full
And one by one they breach.
The cupcake tidal wave won’t cease
They’ll be contained by nought.
They form piles, hillocks and mountains
From those that won’t be caught.
I told my therapist about
My cupcake quandary,
“You think I am insane?” I asked.
“Yes, they’re muffins, clearly.”

Nursey thinking that if he doesn’t give Dex a kiss before leaving for morning class he’ll have a bad day (It happened okay? It happened!) and at first everyone thinks he likes getting that morning kiss a lot but, Nursey later on explains why he’s so determined after almost breaking his neck trying to get it. Dex already knows, he thinks Nursey is crazy but what can he do? Besides, he likes to kiss him.

At first everyone also thinks he’s insane (“See? I told you!” “Nu uh, babe! You said crazy, not insane!” “Are you kidding me?!) but then, they want to give it a try. Dex agrees, thinking that if nothing happens, Nursey might stop believing that.

The next day, Holster and Ransom gave him a kiss on the mouth (they asked, and it wasn’t a deep or long one), Lardo and Bitty, a chaste one on the lips and Chowder, being Chowder, asked if one on each cheek will be okay. Dex went on with his day, almost forgetting about it by the time he arrived at the Haus in the evening.

However, the moment he went through the door, he was tackled by Nursey, Holster, Ransom and Chowder screaming excitedly that it worked. Even Lardo and Bitty hugged him after he regained his breathing, explaining that they also had amazing days and that they’ll definitely do it again. Dex groaned and accepted on the condition that only Nursey could do it every day because he’s his boyfriend and, crazy theory aside, the good morning kiss is one of his favorites. The rest, they had to ask.

From that day on, it became something of a tradition that if you wanted to have a good day, you have to give Dex a good morning kiss.

Charoset Ice Cream: A Passover Surprise!

In the words of my dear Aunt Nancy: “That looks so delicious but seems so wrong!” I’m sure she speaks for many a Jew who may have initial misgivings about putting the Pesach food symbolic of thousands of years of manual labor into happy (giddy, really) ice cream form. I am here to tell you, as I told Aunt Nancy, that this Charoset Ice Cream business is insanely delish.

Before we go any further, let me clarify for the gentiles in the crowd: Charoset is one of the symbolic foods eaten at Passover dinner, traditionally made from apples, walnuts, honey, cinnamon, and wine. For seder, it represents the mortar Egypt’s slaves shaped into bricks. In ice cream form, enrobed by honey vanilla ice cream, it becomes something like the dreamiest apple crisp a la mode you’ve ever dared imagine.

Read more and get the (kosher-friendly) recipe here.

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NAME OF YOUR MUSE: Jason Peter Todd/ Red Hood



1. Jason is low key insane. Like I know I right that pretty obviously a lot, but he’s messed up. Death, the Lazarus Pit, and Joker makes him mad. And honestly, I downplay it a lot writing, but in my head he hears voices, hallucinates, and goes on these manic sprees he doesn’t even remember half the time. But he’s trying to get better, an he is. But he has a long way to go.  (If anyone wants to rp manic Jay with me like hit me up please. I wanna do it).

2. Jason hoards food. He learned it from being on a street but he’s a squirrel. People can find food everywhere in his house. 


1. Playing with his guns. (Innuendo intended).
2. Riding on his motorcycle
3. Torturing Teasing his brothers

SEVEN PEOPLE THAT YOUR MUSE LOVES: ( in no particular order )

1. Bruce
2. Tim
3. Dick
3. Bart
4. Hal
5. Wally (even though he didn’t say Jay in this)
6. Cass
7. Alfred


1. Trying to kill Bruce, and Tim. He wishes he just went back normal, he wants to be in the fam again. 

2. Not killing the Joker. He knows he can’t now, without going backwards, so he wishes he did when he was more crazy. 


1. Being stuck in a coffin again (so tight, dark spaces).

2. Going insane, nightmares, Joker

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I Felt My Heart ____ When...

There’s always something I’m dying to say,
But I never was good with words,
Written or said,
So I’ll just cry out my feelings instead.

So many arguments,
So many times where neither was present,
You said my voice makes you wish you were dead,
I suggested you go choke on some bread.

I felt my heart explode in anger,
At the thought of the harsh things you’ve said.

I think our love is setting like the sun,
But I’ll never forget the ones we watched together,
So happily, we had so much fun.

You made me a promise,
And I felt my heart shatter when,
You said, “the seasons will change,
But I will always remain.”

So where are you now, where do you stay?
I wait and I wait, and now it’s fall,
And still no call.

The things you said, drove me insane,
You told me I was as loud as a monkey,
And impossibly deranged.

I bothered you so intensely,
But I always loved you so immensely.

I use to believe in the idea of forever,
But it’s changed so much,
Since we’re not together.

And I felt my heart break when,
You told me all good things must end.

I guess you’ve forgotten,
Your “everlasting” promise.

I don’t even understand the meaning of “end”.
But I felt my heart die,
When you said it, when…

You made me a promise,
And I felt my heart shatter when.
You said, “the seasons will change,
But I will always remain.”

So where are you now, where do you stay?

Away, so far away from me…

Away so, far away…

Listen. If you’d told me four years ago that some of my favorite new characters in Star Wars were going to include:

  1. A rogue archaeologist who’s worked with and stood up to Darth Vader and who also happens to be an Asian woman;
  2. A black female Imperial officer who’s incredibly competent and has risen all the way up to be a Grand Admiral entirely on her own merits and starred in books, short stories, and comics;
  3. A genocidal ginger general bastard son with more issues than he knows what to do with?

I would’ve told you that you were insane and that there was no way we’d possibly get two characters like the first let alone that all three would be some of my favs.

It’s such a damn good time to be a Star Wars fan, y’all. 

A gang of - Malfoy, what the hell do ninja samurai have to do with anything?” Harry asked, shaking his head incredulously.

“They have everything to do with everything,” Malfoy replied seriously.

“You’re completely insane,” Harry told him. “I’m spending three weeks in Italy with a madman.”

“Look, it could be worse,” Malfoy replied with an airy wave of his hand. “At least I’m gorgeous.
—  The Venice Job by nishizono
One pill a day to keep death away.
I ran out day before yesterday.
These stupid pills.
I don’t wanna live like this.
Relying on something so I don’t slit my wrists.
Sitting here realizing I’m just a few steps away from my own funeral for the holidays.
The pills keep me at bay but the side effects of a passionate psycho soul being locked away are never good.
Yes, I told you I was insane…
But I’m perfectly okay
At least this second anyways
—  Andy’s losing it…

If find the Assassins idea of getting peace highly unrealistic, they kill people with power around the world hoping the people(in this case: over 7 billion) will be enlightened and work for same future where we live side by side in peace. How’s it possible to give that much people the same mindset without enslaving them trough mind control? It’s not possible, everyone is different and there will always be resistance. The Assassins are simply keeping the world as it is with hope of improvement….even if things like WW’s and slavery happen. They let the people they claim to fight for fuck up again and again and again and again while expecting shit to change, have I ever told you the definition of insanity?

I remember the moment in which I first realized I loved you. We were sitting in the backseat of my mothers car. My mother was telling you about the time when I was six years old and I cut off my eyelashes because I was jealous that my brothers were longer than mine and you laughed. In that moment, I remember you reached over to hold my hand and you kissed my forehead with laughter still in your lungs and you told me I was insane. I knew it then, I loved you and you loved me, no matter how many crazy things I’d done, no matter how many times I’d lost my mind, or how much damage I had done. You loved me and I loved you. You were mine and I was yours.
—   When I realized I loved you for the first time ; thewordsyouneverunderstood