walk in the rain with you

A Happy Accident

This idea just happened last night. I couldn’t stop writing it… I hope you like it, because I loved writing it!


It wasn’t raining when we started fighting. Somewhere in the middle of our argument the clouds opened up and it was pouring as Cassian walked out of our house. It was as if the sky knew we were at our breaking point. As if the world was mourning the words we said to each other. Cassian threw open the door and left.

The worst part was I told him to leave. I told him not to come back.

I let him get on his motorcycle and ride away. I stood watching in the window as he looked back and then sped down the street. My hands shook as I realized how horrible I had been. This wasn’t entirely Cassian’s fault. I had made him feel even worse about a situation he had no control over.

And now I had no idea where he was.

I tried to calm myself down. The rain kept falling and it wasn’t the kind of weather he should be driving in. I pulled out my phone and swallowed my pride. I clicked on his name and closed my eyes.

“Leave a message. Maybe I’ll get back to you.”

His voice hit the ache in my heart.

“Cass. I didn’t mean it. Please come home. I just. I know this isn’t your fault. I’m sorry. Please. Come home.”

I clicked disconnect and buried my face in my hands. I had finally pushed him far enough away. Even the ring that sparkled on my finger wasn’t enough to save us. My head hurt, my heart throbbed. Cassian was the only person who ever truly cared for me. And I had finally broken him.

A tear slid down my cheek as thunder boomed in the background of my misery.

I slid down to the floor, clutching my phone and begging for it to ring. I just wanted to hear his voice, even if it was to tell me he wasn’t coming home. I wanted him to yell at me. If he yelled at me it meant he still cared. But when he walked out that door he was silent. And his silence spoke volumes.

I had finally pushed him too far.

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ok also just from the trailer for To The Bone (2017). like thats not what ed recovery looks like for like 99% of ppl lol like most ppl dont have access to proper treatment, and in the hospital you dont get like a gourmet meal u get shitty hospital food that u have to eat and u cant walk around and run in the rain with keanu reeves like its all so romanticized 

A Stormy Day

Sorry it took so long- here’s your prize fic, @sketchedflowers​ ! Hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Saeran Choi/Yoosung Kim

Rating: G

Wordcount: somewhere in the 1300′s

This can also be found here on AO3!


The rain is coming down steadily, the sound of it hitting the pavement and a sidewalk filled with umbrellas a familiar cadence on the streets of Seoul. Among the pedestrians walks a lone man, hunched over but without a safeguard against the drops as they pelt against his blonde hair, his pale skin. Moving fast and doing his best to dodge the splash of the puddles as cars drive by, he weaves between the bodies of those headed home - or perhaps out to have fun, since it is a Friday afternoon, after all - just trying to make it to the small apartment before the rest of the storm system moves in.

It’s supposed to be a bad one according to the local weathermen; torrential downpours, high winds, flashing lightning and roaring thunder. Maybe even hail. Getting home in time has been a race against the clock since he left his last class, thankful that it’s the final one of not only the day but of the current semester.

The rain starts to become heavier, stinging as it hits his skin and he folds in on himself even more, hands in the pocket of the borrowed jacket as he moves even faster. Were the streets not so crowded he would run, but alas; he seems to be the only one concerned with the weather. He needs to get home. Not only so that he doesn’t get caught in the storm (because honestly, who wants to be outside when it feels like like the wind will blow you sideways and like the clouds themselves are trying to pound you into the ground?) but also because there’s someone at home who needs him, someone who doesn’t cope very well with sudden, loud noises.

Figures the storm would choose to come on a day that’s supposed to bring happy memories for a change.

The drooping awning of the apartment complex comes into view and he starts to jog, his hair now plastered to his face, all of the carefully styled messiness gone flat and lifeless. Not that he cares at the moment; he’s almost where he needs to be, the place he feels safe and protected. Where he can change out of the wet clothes, take a towel to his hair and settle in on the couch with the one person he’s missed the most all day, arms wrapped around each other as they crank up the TV and watch some cheesy show to try to drown out the thunder.

The door sticks when he grabs the handle, as is usual; a part of him had hoped the rain would’ve somehow seeped down and fixed it, illogical as it may be. Unfortunately, that is not the case, and so he anchors one foot in front of the side he doesn’t want to move, wrapping both hands around the handle and yanking it with all he has. He remembers how he’d gone flying back the first few times after moving in, unused to the amount of force required and thus unprepared for the recoil when it finally unstuck. Now he doesn’t move more than an inch, swinging the door open the rest of the way and stepping into the small entry with a sigh.

The elevator is broken again but he doesn’t even bother glancing to check; it’s out-of-order more often than not, and by now he’s used to the trek up the stairs to the sixth floor. It’s good for him, anyway, as a gamer and student who never bothers to partake in exercise outside of chasing after the bus if he’s late. It’s obvious it’s helped his fitness, too; he’s no longer breathless and panting when he reaches the top stair. As his foot steps on the landing to his floor, he runs a hand through his hair - great, it’s probably sticking up in funny directions now - and treads down the hall to apartment number 611, rented out to one Yoosung Kim and one Saeran Choi.

Turning the key, he steps inside, dropping his soaked bag by the door and inhaling the sweet scent of chocolate cake. Instantly any trepidation involving the night evaporates and he smiles, shrugging off the jacket and hanging it up, kicking off his shoes next. First order of business is to change, so he heads to their shared bedroom and shucks his soaked jeans in favor of a pair of loose-fitting athletic shorts. The shirt is only mildly damp - kept partly dry by the leather jacket - but he still opts to grab a new one. Snagging a towel out of the bathroom on the way by and absently rubbing at his hair, he makes his way to the kitchen and wraps his arms around the man standing facing the counter. “I’m home,” he whispers.

“Yoosung,” Saeran breathes almost desperately, promptly flipping in Yoosung’s arms and burying his face in his shoulder. Concern spikes at Saeran’s behavior, bringing a frown to Yoosung’s face as he tightens his arms around him. “God, I’m so glad you’re back.”

“Me too.” Yoosung rests his chin on Saeran’s shoulder, gazing at the cake resting on the counter behind them. Saeran rarely makes food outside of frozen pizzas and microwave meals, so the sight of the half-frosted sweet is surprising. Should he be worried, or is it because of…?

Saeran sighs and releases him, stepping back as he cards his (frosting coated) hands through his hair. Yoosung bites his lip and tries not to giggle at the fact that there’s now brown smeared among the white locks, but all Saeran has to do is look at his own hands in horror to make his efforts fruitless.

“S-sorry,” Yoosung gasps, hands clapped over his mouth to try to muffle the laughter. “I shouldn’t be laughing.”

Saeran shrugs and turns back to the cake, taking the discarded spatula once more and scooping frosting onto the cake. “It’s funny,” he admits. “I’m just not in the laughing mood.”

Yoosung struggles to get himself under control as Saeran messily coats the surface of the cake, smoothing it out minimally before picking up the plate and turning around with it. “Thought that since today marked our second year together and the end of classes for you that I’d do something special. I’d say this was baked with love but I had a bad day so it’s baked with chocolate and hatred. Hopefully that’s a delicious combo.”

A lovestruck smile grows on Yoosung’s face. His eyes drift up from the cake to meet Saeran’s own, his heart fluttering with happiness. “It’s going to taste wonderful,” he says, reaching out to take it from Saeran. “What about today was so bad, though? Can I do anything to help?”

Saeran grunts, pointing at the cake. “You’re looking at it. That’s my third attempt and the first one that was edible. How the hell do you make cooking look so easy?” he grumbles, turning around to wash off his hands.

“Years of practice,” Yoosung says honestly, lips twitching in an attempt to smile. Saeran spent all day trying to make this cake, huh… “If someone had told me two years ago that the grumpy hottie sitting a couple of rows in front of me, always late and looking ready to punch someone, would end up spending an entire day in a valiant effort to make us a cake for our anniversary, I probably would’ve laughed at them,” he muses, placing the cake on the table. “I never thought I’d work up the guts to ask you out, let alone the idea you’d say yes.”

Saeran huffs out a laugh, turning around to face Yoosung and leaning against the counter as he dries his hands. “I was surprised you did. Shaking in your shoes like I was gonna take a swing at you just for talking to me. Too cute for your own damn good. How could I say no?” He sets the towel down and grimaces as he prods at the chocolate in his hair. “Ugh. Will you help me wash this out?“

“Of course,” Yoosung answers without hesitation, reaching out to grab Saeran’s hand. “Then we can cuddle on the couch and watch something loud enough the neighbors complain again, right?”

The elusive smile finally appears on Saeran’s face. “Yeah,” he agrees, lacing their fingers together. “Yeah. That sounds good.”

A JJ and Rian Conversation

Rian: “JJ, help me out a sec, would ya?”
JJ: “Yeah?”
Rian: “We’ve all got writer’s block; we don’t know which direction Episode VIII should take.”
JJ: “That’s rough, buddy. But ya know what helped me out?”
*slides Rian a copy of Pride & Prejudice (2005)*
JJ: “It’s all in there.”
*moon walks outta office*
Rian (after watching P&P): “What a fucking genius…Huh? What’s this taped to the back of the case?”
*Reads: “Make sure you get that scene…you know, the one in the rain…in a lush green environment…next to a dome-shaped stone building…after she just found out some more horrible shit he’s done. Don’t worry, I covered the hand flex in TFA. - JJ”*
Rian: “I gotchu.”

George Harrison next to the jukebox at Friar Park, 1990. Photo presumably by Terry O’Neill.

George’s Top 40 on his jukebox at Kinfauns was reported on in the 1 January 1966 issue of Record Mirror (you can read that article here).

And what of the two jukeboxes at Friar Park? From comments, the following can be deduced… though only a fraction of the songs George chose, it’s interesting to see the diversity:

“The Rain Song” by Led Zepplin [x]

“Well, when I first came to England and he had the jukebox on all the time, I have to say I was a bit confused because it was ‘The Ying Tong Song’ and ‘I’m Walking Backwards For Christmas’… and he had an EP of Christmas carols by a sitar player.” - Olivia Harrison, 2014 [x]

“[A] version of ‘The Lumberjack Song,’ Ravi Shankar, endless Dylan, ‘Oh you must hear this, Eric.’ Early Elvis. 'Spam.’ EC’s 'Layla.’ And yet more Dylan.” - Eric Idle, The Greedy Bastard Diary [x]

“[Charlie] Dore knew that Harrison liked the song. She’d been introduced to him by a mutual friend, Eric Idle of Monty Python, with whom she worked on radio comedy and who took her round to Harrison’s house one day. The Beatle had a jukebox and there among classic rock ‘n’ roll hits and other Harrison favourites was Fear of Flying [of which George also recorded a demo, previewed by Olivia in a radio interview in 2014].” - Herald Scotland, 31 May 2017

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tumblr user: @mayormak
mayor: Rain
town: Secret
dream address: 5C00-005C-14A5
thoughts: wow, when you enter the dream town, this area is so nice! i’ve always loved the special sunset; i’ve had it quite a few times, one being shortly after the game came out so it’s nostalgic~ lee’s house may be simple but i dig it >:) seeing the three-wide path makes me wanna do it, there’s lots of space to walk that way. i’m not too keen on red but wow
patterns: y/n/?

presentablypunk  asked:

For Weiss, Yang, and Nebula: they and their S/O are out running errands and get caught in a downpour of rain that came out of nowhere. Who runs back home as fast as possible, who absolutely loves it and takes their time walking back in the rain, and what do they do once they get back to their (empty ;)) room soaked to the bone.

Weiss
-Screams and runs back as fast as possible

-Is furious about being soaked and immediately wants a warm bath

-s/o is welcome to join her and they’d better improve her mood if you know what I mean ;)

Yang
-Throws her arms in the air and spins around in the rain

-She’s a little upset about her hair getting wet but she has fun dancing in the rain with her s/o

-When they get home she suggests getting down and dirty to dry faster

Nebula
-She’s pretty neutral about it, might laugh a bit at her soaked s/o

-Definitely wants to make out in the rain

-When they get back she’ll suggest stripping out of their soaked clothes so they don’t get sick. Grabs a blanket to wrap them both up on the couch. Things may or may not be happening under the blanket ;)

The signs as I know them

Aries: a fiercely protective lover, continuing an argument when you know you’re wrong, passionate loyalty, pushing past your comfort zone, fights that turn into sex, standing outside in the rain and screaming. Freedom. impulsive behavior. Loud and intense. Home.

Taurus: comfort food. Staying in bed on a rainy day. Smart but stubborn. Quiet calculations. Staying up all night talking. Outer space. Lazy days.

Gemini: books and coffee. Friendship tattoos. Smart and resilient. Beautiful. Making friends wherever you go. Two types; either wildly successful and organized like Pinterest in real life or a chaotic mess. Prone to addiction. Living art.

Cancer: musically inclined. Long walks downtown. Deep intellectual talks that leave you feeling calm but exhausted. Ambition. Second chances.

Leo: Staying up too late and drinking too much. Laughing until you can’t breathe. Doing your makeup drunk. Irresponsible decisions that make for good stories. Platonic kissing. Being held when you’re sad. Loyal friendships. Loud and exciting. Not talking for months and picking up where you left off.

Virgo: White furniture. Homemade Halloween costumes and holiday crafts. Careful and calculated. Cleaning for fun. Alphabetized book cases. Never saying ‘I told you so’ even when you’re always right. Motherly. Nurturing.

Libra: memes. Vibrant and super friendly. Always smiling. Eager to please and doesn’t like to disappoint. Goal oriented, and unstoppable once they have an idea. Surprise parties. Pretending you aren’t in love when you are.


Scorpio: staying up all night watching horror movies. Secretive and endearing. Will hold a grudge forever. Cemetery dates. Rough sex. The sound of a thunderstorm outside of your window. Feeling warm in a cold room. Extreme emotional intelligence.


Sagittarius: wanderlust. Forgetting to text back for days at a time. Always somewhere far away; unreachable. Feeing alone in a crowded room. Getting stoned and cuddling in bed all day. Japanese art. Staying out past curfew. Singing like nobody’s around. Inconsistent and deeply conflicted. Anime. Saying we’d still be friends.


Capricorn: Pretending to not like people but being really lonely. Cold. Immaculate attention to detail. Ambitious and unyielding. I haven’t met that many Capricorns.

Aquarius: Talking about alchemy and aliens all night. Doing drugs because I felt sad and you’re a good friend. Listening to me cry about a boy you told me was bad for me. Feels a lot more than they pretend to. Fireball whiskey. Marijuana.

Pisces: Knowing things before you’re told. Crystals. Tarot cards. Your life is a wreck but you always know what to say to help others. Die hard loyalty. Organized mess. Daydreaming all day. Boxed wine. Drunken yoga. A warm hug and a feeling of security. Selfless love.

Signs as deep quotes

Aries: “Whoever is trying to bring you down is already below you.”

Taurus: “Show up in every moment like you’re meant to be there.”

Gemini: “You can’t do epic shit with basic people.”

Cancer: “Cry a river. Build a bridge. Get over it.”

Leo: “If they don’t know you personally, don’t take it personal.”

Virgo: “I like people who smile when it is raining.”

Libra: “I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t think about you at all.”

Scorpio: “I am learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.”

Sagittarius: “A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms.”

Capricorn: “Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground.” 

Aquarius: “There’s power in looking silly and not caring that you do.”

Pisces: “Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”

Signs as minor inconveniences
  • Aries: Tossing trash at the garbage can and missing, then having to go pick it up
  • Taurus: When ice cream melts onto your hands and they get all sticky
  • Gemini: When you pour your cereal only to realize you're out of milk
  • Cancer: Slightly shifting your weight in bed and having your fitted sheets come undone
  • Leo: Burning your tongue on something when you're really hungry
  • Virgo: When your power goes out and your digital clocks all reset
  • Libra: Getting comfortable on the couch and then not being able to reach the remote
  • Scorpio: When your earbuds get caught and violently get yanked out of your ears
  • Sagittarius: Repeatedly misspelling your password
  • Capricorn: Having your arms full when you need to open a door
  • Aquarius: Walking down a hallway with squeaky shoes after coming in from the rain
  • Pisces: Walking into a room and forgetting what you were about to do
There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.
—  Beau Taplin

date a girl with long ebony black hair (that’s how she got her name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches her mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell her she looks like Amy Lee (and if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). She’s not related to Gerard Way but she wishes she was because he’s a major fucking hottie. She’s a vampire but her teeth are straight and white. She has pale white skin. She’s also a witch, and she goes to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where she’s in the seventh year (she’s seventeen). She’s a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and she wears mostly black. She loves Hot Topic and she buys all her clothes from there. For example today she was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. She was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. She was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which she was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at her. She put up her middle finger at them.

I want to...
  • I want to wake up next to you,
  • eat breakfast with you,
  • play computer games with you,
  • watching movies with you in bed,
  • hold your hand and watch tv,
  • send you cute texts,
  • buy you gifts,
  • nap together,
  • look into your eyes,
  • be with you at the sunrise and sunset,
  • cook for you,
  • walk in the rain with you,
  • fall asleep whilst on the phone to you,
  • snuggle in bed,
  • mess up your hair,
  • kiss you good night and morning.

Hi my name is Draco Malfoy and I have short platinum blonde hair (platinum just like my bank account) and cerulean orbs that fanfic authors cream themselves over and a lot of people tell me I look like young Gerard Way (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to him but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a dragon but I don’t have scales. I have pale white skin. I’m also a wizard, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I’m in the seventh year (I’m seventeen). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black frock coat with a lot of frilly lace and black jeans and black combat boots. I don’t have a crush on Harry Potter but I was looking for him anyway because I hate him so much. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of muggleborns stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

just some great things in animal crossing

-the obvious one: running in a giant dream flower patch that isnt yours and absolutely destroying all the flowers while gigglng

-the little sound and animation when you complete initiatives

-also: that sound he CAT machine makes when it has meow coupons for you

-when you help out a villager and they get so happy that they walk around singing

-the music when it rains or snows

-shrunk’s dance (AKA the Shrunk Funk Shuffle)

-when you make an expression and a villager does it with you

-whenever it rains and everyone has umbrellas catered to their personalities

-the frogs not having umbrellas because they like water

-the sound and animation when you plant something

-when trains randomly roll by

-walking into a conversation between villagers

-playing hide n seek

-twirling umbrellas

-villagers giving you nicknames

-villagers giving you random items

-blowing dandelions away

-the balloons and ice cream you get from the HHA

-when villagers get clothing and immediately change

-doing a backflip when you change clothes, complete with sparkles

-the little victory dance your avatar does when you pay off your loan or complete a holiday game

-the pine trees getting lights during winter

-”rumors” being spread about you (some rumors include: green thumb, fashionista, and town hero)

-villagers that have moved out visiting

-finding villagers that live in your town at a dream address and the villagers recognize you

-luna counting sheep to send you to a dream address

-playing grocery store with kappn’s daughter

-town themes and flags

-running past the butterflies at the museum and having them fly all around you

-when you play an instrument and randomized notes play every time you hit it

-villagers clapping for you after you play an instrument

-getting pictures from villagers

-making a wish when shooting stars pass

-the games you play with campers

-the custom outfits other players make and share

-sitting on rocks

-sitting on benches with villagers

~feel free to add more!!~

shakespeare aesthetics

romeo and juliet: suburban july. scraped knees, bruised knuckles, blood in your teeth. bare feet on hot concrete. restlessness. your high school’s empty parking lot. love poems in your diary. a window open to coax in a breeze. burning inside. an ill-fitting party dress, a t-shirt you cut up yourself, the time you tried to give yourself bangs. biking to your friend’s house. bubble gum. gas station ice. the feeling that you’ve met before. rebellion. a car radio playing down the street. cheap fireworks. a heart drawn on the inside of your wrist with sharpie. switchblades. red solo cups. dancing in your bedroom. screaming yourself hoarse. running out of options. the forlorn-looking basketball hoop at the end of the cul-de-sac. climbing onto your roof at night while your parents are asleep. flip-flops. a eulogy written on looseleaf. the merciless noontime sun.

hamlet: speaking in a whisper. holding your breath. a browning garden. a half-remembered story. furniture covered with sheets. fog at dawn, mist at twilight. losing touch. the ethereal space between winter and spring. the soft skin at your temple. the crack in the hallway mirror. things you’d say if you knew the words. uncombed hair. books with writing in the margins, books with cracked spines, books with lines scratched out. prayers on all souls’ day. a chipped ceramic bathtub. a cold stone floor. uncomfortable awareness of your own heartbeat. the sparrow that got in your house. shadows. the creek you played in as a child. a dirty night gown. a big black t-shirt. a collection of your favorite words. soil under your nails. ghost stories. the strangeness of your own name in your mouth. deep silence. exhaustion. a cliff with a long, long drop down.

twelfth night: wicker deck furniture. new england summer. big dark sunglasses and a blonde bob. a storm over the ocean, patio umbrellas flapping in the wind. chlorine smell. muffled laughter. sarcasm. starched cuffs. day drinking. bay windows. the idea of love, love for the idea of love, love for love’s sake. hangovers. wandering over the sand dunes. a vagabond with a guitar, a crab fisherman with tattoos, a pretty boy with a slackened tie. a light house. growing too close. boat shoes. feeling yourself change. finger guns. big floppy sun hats. double-speak. a song you keep listening to. turning red under their gaze. margaritas drunk on an inflatable pool lounger. string lights on a balmy night. sleepy june days. fights you’re unprepared for, hope you weren’t expecting, pranks that go too far. bad poetry. pining. pool noodles. becoming less of a stranger.

macbeth: the space where your grief used to be. a bird that’s lost an eye. old blood stains. heavy blinds. the smell of sweat, the stillness after battle. a fake smile. a curse. the taste of metal at the back of your tongue. your house, unfamiliar in the dark. a dusty crib. a sulfur smell. an orange pill bottle. streaks in the sink. a black cocktail dress. your hand on the doorknob, shaking. chilly breeze. crunching from the gravel driveway on a moonless night. clenched hands. a rusty swing set. a flashing digital clock stuck on 12:00. a snake that crosses your path, an owl that watches you, a dog that runs when you approach. red smoke. dark clouds. cool steel. tile floors. footsteps in the hallway late at night. a baggy suit that used to fit before. visions. insomnia headaches. nursery rhymes. being too far in to go back now. 

much ado about nothing: the high drama of small towns. a pickup truck, military supply duffel bags in the hall, hugs all around. tulip bulbs. a wraparound porch, a pitcher of iced tea. barbecue. a rubber halloween mask. someone on your level. indian summer. ill-timed proclamations. stomach-clutching laughter. rushing in. not minding your business. crepe paper. white lies. secrets written down and thrown away. southern hospitality. homemade curtains in the kitchen, a sink full of roses. hiding in the bushes. old friends. the wedding dress your grandma wore, and her mama before her. a dog-eared rhyming dictionary. camomile with honey. the intimacy of big parties. lawn flamingos. gossip. a crowded church. friendly rivalries. unfriendly rivalries. shit getting real. love at five hundredth sight. not realizing you have a home until you’re there. 

king lear: cement block buildings. power lines that birds never perch on. the end of the world. useless words. rainless thunder, heat lightning, a too-big sky. arthritic knuckles. broken glass. chalk cliffs. the pulsing red-black behind closed eyes. something you learned too late. wet mud that sucks up your shoes while you walk. a cold stare. empty picture frames. empty prayers. the obscenity of seeing your parents cry. a treeless landscape. bloody rags. grappling in the dark with reaching hands. the sharpness at the tips of your teeth. the blown-out windows of skeletal houses. decay. jokes that aren’t jokes, shutting up, holding your tongue. prophecies. aching muscles, tired feet. stinging rain. invoking the gods, wondering if the gods are listening, wondering if the gods are dead. white noise. shivers. numbness. the unequivocal feeling of ending.

a midsummer night’s dream: wet soil/dead leaves smell. listening to music on headphones with your eyes closed. wildflowers. the distant sparkle of lightning bugs. a pill somebody slipped you. fear that turns to excitement, excitement that turns to frenzy. mossy tree trunks. a pair of yellow eyes in the darkness. night swimming. moonlight through the leaves. a bass beat in your chest. a butterfly landing on your nose. a kiss from a stranger. a dark hollow in an old tree. glow-in-the-dark paint. drinking on an empty stomach. a twig breaking behind you. spinning until you’re dizzy. finding glitter on your body and not remembering where it came from. an overgrown path through the woods. cool dew on your skin. a dream that fades with waking. moths drawn to the light. giving yourself over, completely. afterglow. the long, loving, velvety night.

even more underrated Iconic™ six of crows/crooked kingdom moments

part i // part ii

  • kaz: man with a knife, remember?
    jes: man with a gun!
    kaz: t(ಠ‿ಠ)t
  • the entire who-has-the-biggest-price-on-their-head competition. including, but not limited to: jesper’s disappointment at being worth ‘only’ 30,000 kruge. matthias’ disdain for kaz’s price of 100,000 kruge. kaz acting nonchalant about it all but you know he’s reveling in his spot as No. 1 Wanted Criminal
  • nina “beguiling” matthias; aka dancing around him and poking his chest
  • jes: ”sure, im skinny, but i stay drier in the rain.“
    matt: ”how?”
    jes: “less falls on me.”
    matt: why tf are all you people so weird
  • oYSTERS, MISS?? (made Iconic by the audiobook but still)
  • kaz just wants to run his hands through inej’s hair and get drunk on her laugh,,,,, boi u in so deep
  • strontium chloride
  • everything about colm ‘if I’m already aiding, i may as well abet’ fahey and his hat
  • when matthias, kuwei, and kaz, aka Ketterdam’s Most Wanted, walked into the church of barter under protection of ketterdam law for kuwei’s auction and literally the entire world went nuts bc they couldn’t do anything about it
  • when inej killed that poisonous lizard thingy in hellgate in the blink of an eye and matthias was like ‘yeah this one’s a demon too’
  • “I definitely did not tell them to blow up the lab”
  • wylan: my father is not evil
    wylan: *goes to saint hilde, sees what his father did to his mother, has an emotional breakdown in the middle of a road*
    wylan: my father is the satan devil incarnate
  • #ham4crows!! i still cant believe leigh used ‘outgunned and outmanned’ in crooked kingdom
  • ‘moose is probably your native tongue’
  • when kaz went after the black tips to get inej and spilled “enough blood to paint a barn red” #getbrekked
  • “you have crumbs on your cleavage”
    “don’t care" incredible.
  • inej’s brass knuckles get ’em girl
  • when kaz fought the dregs and he ripped two rusty nails out of an axe shaft and used them to gouge out a man’s throat #getbrekked #fightagangdownastaircase 
  • setting raisins on fire
  • nina; refusing to wake up: “the dead request five more minutes
  • WYLAN’S INTERROGATION (!!!) as if i didn’t need to hate Van Eck more. as if i didn’t need to have more feelings about wylan and the people that he loves. as if i didn’t need to be more concerned that the Plan was going to fall through the cracks yet again. as if i  d i d n ‘ t
  • ‘be still, little bumblebee’ is…… an actual song in the grishaverse.
  •  kaz,,,,,, c a m l y and p r e c i s e l y sliced up oomen’s face, rAMMED HIS FINGERS INTO HIS EYE SOCKET, RIPPED OUT his en t i r e eyeball from the root, and shoved a handkerchief wet with oomen’s own spit into the hole. without batting an eye. the ultimate #getbrekked.
Stranded (Part 1)

where Y/N is sorry and Harry is angry.

Harry turned around as soon as he heard the bathroom door open. He could feel his eyes widening at the sight of you. With your blue floor length dress and hair up in a loose bun, you looked unquestionably breathtaking. You were heading for the celebration dinner of Harry’s movie, but Harry felt like he would be nothing there compared to the goddess standing in front of him. He couldn’t help it, he walked towards you with long strides, smashing his lips with yours and whispering,

“Baby, you look absolutely gorgeous.”

Your cheeks glowed with color as heat rushed up your neck. You smiled in gratitude before remarking,

“I think I should be the one saying that.”

Harry jokingly flipped his hair before replying,

“Yeah, I know, I’m very pretty.”

You two let out a laugh before your lips collided once more.

“How ‘bout we ditch the dinner an’ put on some of our own entertainment t’night?” he smirked, proud of his word play.

“Wish we could darling, but everyone’s gonna be there for you, yeah? Can’t leave them hanging.” You replied.

He hummed in response, well aware that he couldn’t ditch the party being thrown for him. You two headed out for the car parked outside. Your hands were tightly intertwined with Harry’s, and the two of you couldn’t have been more content at the moment.

Once you arrived at the destined place, the screams of the crowd and paparazzi increased in volume. The two of you were scurried out of the car by Harry’s event organizer. Harry wrapped an arm around your waist as the two of you headed towards the fancy restaurant.

Strutting towards the door, you two looked, and felt, like the ideal couple. However, your little bubble of happiness was soon burst apart as Harry started getting questioned by an interviewer. He seemed nice, and the pair of you didn’t mind.

Yet, soon the questions started getting directed towards you as well. Caught up in the blissful heaven of the situation, you barely noticed as you accidentally spilled out information about Harry working on his solo album.

Harry had previously decided to keep his solo music career a secret for the time being. Lots of conspiracies came along with the rumors, none of which Harry wanted to face. He had instructed you not to inform anyone about it either, and he knew that he could definitely trust you. You had gone to extremes to keep it a secret, there had been several times when it was so close to being revealed but you did one thing or other to safeguard your beloved boyfriend’s clandestine.

But this once, caught up in the happiness of the situation, and the feeling of being in Harry’s arms, you hadn’t even noticed the words tumbling out of your mouth. As soon as the words escaped you, the two of you immediately halted to a stop. Harry’s arm tightened around your waist warningly, to the point where it almost hurt. The interviewer was as shocked as could be, and continued on trying to dig out more details from either of you.

You tried to make it better, you really did, but the damage had been done.

Harry hurriedly excused you two from the press and continued walking towards the main hall. You knew he was mad, the tense way his shoulders were situated, was an obvious sign of that.

Once reality settled in, you felt like you could cry. You had revealed his secret, broken his trust. He had confided in you and trusted you to not tell a soul about something that he didn’t yet want to share.

However, before you could let out a word, Harry was whisked away by his manager, and you had been left alone to fend for yourself. Usually, Harry would be the one to hold your hand tightly and pull you along with him, but you knew that after this, the last thing he wanted was to be anywhere near you.

You were soon given company by Gigi, Eleanor and Cheryl. All of the boys were there to support Harry, and you felt horrible that you had messed up the night for him. You felt your heart ache when you saw that Harry had opted to take the seat farthest away from you at the dinner table. The night passed on with you barely touching your food and trying your best to be as social as you could in the given circumstances.

Harry was nowhere to be seen, probably he had gone somewhere with his friends, and Eleanor and Cheryl had went off to mingle with their own boyfriends, while Gigi had stayed with you. She claimed that she wanted your advice on some show that she was preparing for, but you knew that she felt bad for you. She knew what had happened, and didn’t want for you to be alone.

While you were grateful for the company that she provided, you hadn’t failed to notice Harry’s absence throughout the night. You knew that he was upset with you, but you didn’t think that he would actually ignore you the whole night through. As it was nearing midnight and Gigi was going on about her upcoming Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, a text message from Harry interrupted the both of you. Hope sprang through you as you looked down at your phone, but it was quick to die down as soon as you read the cold words that had been sent to you.

“We’re leaving.”

As you looked up, you saw Harry’s manager waving to you to come to the front door. You informed Gigi, who stood up with you.

“We’ll be leaving soon too. Just need to say goodbye to some people before we’re on our way.”

“Okay, thank you so much for today. I’ll see you soon.”

“Anytime, babe. I’m sure Harry will cool off soon. Just give him some time and space, yeah? Call me if you need anything.” She said, rubbing your arm comfortingly.

“Yeah, thank you, Gigi. I love you.”

The both of you hugged goodbye before you hurried off to where Harry’s manager was standing. She informed you that Harry was already in the car. Your heart sank a little, realizing that he was still mad. You hadn’t expected him to just forget about the whole thing, but you were hoping that his mood would be uplifted after spending some time with his friends.

Nonetheless, you knew that you had made a mistake and that you would have to pay the consequences now.

As you walked outside, you noticed the drizzle going on. It wasn’t much, but the dark clouds in the night sky made it obvious that it wasn’t long before it would start raining heavily. You opened the car door, and skid into the passenger seat. Harry already had the car started, and before you had time to buckle up your seat belt, he scurried off without a word. The tires of the car produced a sharp screech due to the force of the sudden turn.

You didn’t say anything, only adjusting yourself in your seat.

Harry continued driving towards the house that the both of you shared. But you couldn’t help but notice the death grip he had on the steering wheel. After a while, the awkward tension became too much and you felt like you were going to choke. You decided to face the consequences of your mistake as soon as possible, since procrastinating was clearly going to get you nowhere.

“Harry, I really am sorry about what happened-” You started, before he cut you off.

“Don’t Y/N, just don’t.”

He sounded so angry, unlike you had ever heard before. You had heard from a lot of people that Harry was the worst when angry. Though you had yet to encounter a seriously mad Harry, since he always made sure to control his temper around you.

It had started to rain harder outside, with heavy raindrops falling down on the wind screen. His knuckles had begun to turn whiter due to his extremely tight grip on the steering wheel. His face was set in a mad frown that was deadly to even look at.

“Harry, I promise that this wasn’t my intension. I was only answering their question and it just slipped out. I’m really sorry.”

“Sorry won’t cut it. I trusted you with my secret and you totally ruined it. I’m never telling you anything again. Now shut your mouth before I decide to kick you out of the car right now.”

This was so unlike him, the Harry that you knew would never, ever speak to you like how he just did.

Harry was known to be one of the most respectful people out there, and he had proved himself to you as a gentleman several times. Always treating you with intense care, feeding you chocolates during your period, opening the doors for you anywhere you went; he did everything to make sure that you were happy with him.

“Harry, please try to under-” Your sentence was left unfinished as the car halted to a stop.

“Get out.” He commanded.

“What?” Your voice was timid, compared to his. You had absolutely no idea about what Harry could do in his rage of anger, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to find out.

“Get out of the fucking car, Y/N. Or so help me I’ll do it myself.”

“Harry, it’s almost midnight and it’s raining so hard outside. Please don’t do this. I said I’m sorry.” You practically begged.

He wasn’t having any of it, though. In the blink of an eye, he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He threw open your side of the door and grabbed your wrists. You tried to resist his grip, and he almost threw you to the ground. Your ankle twisted due to the heels you were wearing, and a painful yelp came out of your mouth. You were lying there in pain, with a ruined dress, spoiled make-up and sore wrists.

You tried to refrain him one last time.

“Harry, please stop.”

He shrugged off your hold on his wrist and went over to the driver’s side. He proceeded to sit in and drive away, leaving you a crying and broken mess in the middle of the road with darkness surrounding you and rain water pouring down on you heavily.

To some outsider, it may have looked like a scene freshly out of some movie. To you though, it was like your world had been torn apart. Yes, you had made a mistake, a horrible one at that. Harry had trusted you with one of his most sacred secrets and as his significant other, it was your duty to protect it at all costs. However, you had gotten caught up in the blissful moment and gone ahead and done the exact opposite.

In spite of that, you didn’t think that you deserved to be thrown out so harshly; in the middle of the night with strangers lurking around and rain falling hard on you.

Yes, you had broken his trust and knew that it wasn’t going to be easy to gain it back, but he had done the exact same thing, maybe worse. Your boyfriend, the very guy who was supposed to keep you safe and protect you from all the harm in the world, was himself the guy who had thrown you out in the streets, with absolutely no concern of what could happen to you.

And as you sat broken in the right middle of the street, with black tears staining your face and wet hair matted to your forehead, dress ripped and ankle twisted, you couldn’t help but wonder if things would ever be alright between you two again.