that damn song.

you know the one….

the one that’s with every tragic ship in at least one post….

the one your mom probably sang to you as a kid…

those lyrics…

“you are my sunshine”  and you read it, you know what it is but you keep going.  in the post, there’s probably a drawing or picture of person A smiling at person B.

“my only sunshine” they’re probably kissing or hugging.

“you make me happy when skies are gray.”  Person A is crying, aren’t they? and person B is comforting them.

“you’ll never know dear, how much I love you.” here come the longing stares of three words left unsaid.

“please don’t take my sunshine away.” and then a gravestone, or a note, or a corpse.  and person A mourning.

yeah, fuck that song….

but I love it, and can’t resist it. lol.

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You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…

The voice that drifts soothingly down the hall is hoarse, but steady. Adam rubs his eyes as he rolls over to check on the clock. It’s two in the morning. The other side of the bed is empty, though it’s not cold yet. Adam yawns and sits up as Justin’s voice comes floating through the open doorway again.

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I dislike the phrase ‘Internet friends,’ because it implies that people you know online aren’t really your friends, that somehow the friendship is less real or meaningful to you because it happens through Skype or text messages. The measure of a friendship is not its physicality but its significance.
—  Possibly my favorite John Green quote ever
{ l u l l a b y | eren jaeger x reader }

| modern!au |

| fluffy drabble |

| word count: 300 |


The sound and smelt of the rain almost always put you to sleep.

A lullaby almost.

Your eyes were heavy as you rested your head on Eren’s chest. The combination of the rain and his heart beat made you want to lay like this with him forever. Eren had an arm behind his head, his eyes closed peacefully as his other arm was wrapped around your waist. His lips slightly parted as he inhaled and exhaled at a steady pace. He was beautiful.

You felt his hand slip under the oversized shirt you were wearing tracing patterns into the small of your back. He opened his eyes and gave you a lazy smile, his eyes were still heavy as he looked at you.

“Hey.” Eren rubbed his face with his hand and ran his fingers through his messy bed hair.

“Hi.” Your voice was soft not wanting to break the peaceful vibe in the air. Your fingers found there way to his cheek drawing tiny hearts onto his skin.

“You’re pretty.” He said making your bury your head in his chest hiding your pink cheeks.

Eren looked at the window and saw the rain had not let up. The raindrops hitting the glass and sliding down the surface made him want to lay like this for a while. You closed your eyes and snuggled up closer to him.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,” You sung ever so gently.

“You make me happy when skies are gray,” Eren continued the lullaby with a quiet tone.

“You’ll never know dear, how much I love you,” You gave his jaw a single kiss.

“Please don’t take my sunshine away.” Eren finished and kissed your forehead.

Eren cherished these moments with you greatly.

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He Was Okay...

Tyler had been traveling, visiting family and just having a relatively nice vacation. He hadn’t realized how long it had been since he had been stress free until he had left L.A. Although he knew he’d see Ethan in a few days because he’d be coming for Indy Popcon, it felt like it had been forever since he had last seen the blue boy.

Coincidentally, Tyler heard his phone ring upon thinking about Ethan. He checked the Caller ID to see it was ‘Baby Boy Blue’ calling. Immediately, Tyler unlocked the phone.



 “Hey! What’s up, I was just thinking abo–”

 “Tyler! Th-there’s books flying a-and Mark got trapped underneath a-and Kathryn. Oh god. Oh god where’s Kathryn!” Ethan shouted over the phone.

 “Ethan, Ethan. Slow down,” Tyler replied, worried about Ethan’s shouting, “what’s wrong? What’s going on?”

 “Tyler there’s an earthquake and e-e-everything’s shaking and I c-can’t. AMY WHERE’S KATHRYN?!” Ethan shouted in the background, “WHERE’S MARK?!”

 “Ethan, babe, slow down. there’s an earthquake? What?”

Tyler’s mother entered the room and beckoned him to follow her into the living room where the news channel was on. Following her awhile listening to Ethan’s distressed panicking over the phone and what was on the TV made Tyler’s heart drop.

An intense earthquake had spread along most of the southwest coast. A few have been confirmed injured although the earthquake supposedly isn’t strong enough to cause any damage.

 “Tyler… i’m scared,” Ethan whispered, the rumbling in the background suddenly stopping,” I don’t want to die, Ty. I’m not ready. I’m not ready to die.”

 “Hey, hey. You won’t. Eth, you’ll be fine. It’ll be fine. Just take a deep breath with me. Take a deep brea–”

 “Do you know how many people die in earthquakes?” Ethan asked, “I don’t know for sure but all I know is that I don’t want to. I don’t want the earth to swallow me up. I don’t want to.”

Now he could clearly hear the utter terror in Ethan’s voice. The little whimper Ethan would make every time before he’d begin to cry. It tore at Tyler’s heart strings. It made Tyler want to just teleport and be there to hold him so that he would’t cry.

 “Ethan, you won’t. The news says that it’s a small earthquake and that everything will be alright. Just keep everyone together. Get down and be careful for any debris.” Tyler replied, hoping to calm the other boy down.

 “Please stay on the phone. D-don’t leave me like the rest of them. Please don’t leave me,” Ethan whispered choking back tears. At this, Tyler furrowed his brow.

 “Wait what? What do you mean ‘like the rest of them’?”

 “Amy went to help Mark b-because the book case f-fell and I don’t know where Kathryn is or Chica o-or Mark and. Ty, I’m so scared.”

Tyler shushed Ethan, whispering soothing words into the phone as he left his family in the living room and stood in the hallway where he could speak privately.

 “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. I’m here. I won’t leave you. I’d never leave you. Just remember, in a few days we’ll see each other and I’ll be with you,” Tyler whispered, “I want you to hug yourself alright? Curl into a ball and just hug yourself.”

A shuffling from the other side of the phone indicated Ethan was following his instructions.

 “Now just think that i’m hugging you. I’m right there with you. Here my voice? It’s like i’m there, don’t worry, Eth.”

Ethan murmured in agreement and seemed to take deep, shuttering breaths.

 “You are my sunshine… My only sunshine…”

 “You make me happy… when skies are gray…

 “You are my sunshine…

 “My only sunshine…

 “So please… don’t take my sunshine awa–

A crash on Ethan’s end of the phone rang into Tyler’s ears. Tyler called out for him but got no reply. When Tyler began to panic, the call ended and Tyler felt his eyes brim with tears. He tried calling Mark and Amy but nobody answered.

His four friends were radio silent for an entire week. Not a single YouTube video was posted on Mark or Ethan’s channels. Fans began to become worried sending hashtags and SOS messages. It wasn’t until Tyler figured he should get a plane ticket that someone finally uploaded a video.

It was Mark. He looked completely wrecked. His face covered in soot and eyes drooping from exhaustion that he weakly did his intro.

 “As… many of you know by now, there was an earthquake and L.A. and many other cities were hit pretty badly. I’m fine, we’re fine it’s just…” Mark paused for a second before he keeled over, his face out of view as he suddenly sobbed, then he rose his head and his eyes were stinging from tears, “we’re not sure where Ethan is, Kathryn got hurt, I got hurt and it’s just–.

Tyler’s heart dropped and he felt the light in him starting to become dull.

 “M-my leg’s pretty fucked up. Kathryn got a concussion and Tyler’s out East so he’s– he’s fine.” Mark looked extremely weak and it made Tyler suddenly become angry.

 “WHY AREN’T YOU LOOKING FOR ETHAN?!” Tyler shouted at the computer screen, knowing damn well Mark couldn’t hear him because it was just a YouTube video and not a Skype call. Tyler tossed his computer off his desk and held his head in his hands, his mind swirling and heart aching.

 Tyler reached for his phone and tried dialing somebody. Anybody. He dialed Ethan’s number on instinct.

One ring…

Two rings…

A third…


 “Ethan? Oh thank God you’re alrig–”

 “haha, i’m not at the phone right now. Please leave a message and i’ll get back to you.” His voicemail spoke followed by a beep.

Tyler’s heart sank even lower. He didn’t leave his room for the rest of the day. He refused to eat. He laid in bed and cried into his pillow, praying and praying to whichever God would listen that Ethan would be alright. His eyes were puffy from his tears and his head hurt like a bitch. He decided to rest, hoping that he’d wake up and it was all some crazy dream.

That wasn’t the case. Immediately after waking up, Tyler checked the comments to see hundreds of hashtags and apologies and concerned messages from fans. Most of them were for Mark and the team. He only saw a few that were concerned about Ethan or Amy or Kathryn specifically. He chuckled at seeing some for Chica.

Tyler’s heart fell deeper and deeper into his devoid state of mind when he heard his phone ring, clattered somewhere on the floor. Upon reaching it, he saw Mark was calling. His heart grew furious and he answered suddenly unsure of what to say.

 “Tyler? Tyler if this is you I need to tell you–

 “Tell me what? Huh? I called hundreds of times Mark. HUNDREDS. And you couldn’t bother answering. I had to find out through your fucking YouTube video. Where’s Amy? Where’s Kathryn? Chica?” Tyler spat out, “Where’s Ethan?” the last bit was whispered, suddenly afraid of getting an answer. “Mark I have been worried sick and I don’t know what the situation is back there but you guys weren’t the only ones hit. And Ethan had called m in the middle of everything and he was scared out of his mind and then the call ended and I don’t know what happe–”

 “They found Ethan… Tyler…” Mark croaked out. They? Who was they? If someone found Ethan then–

Tyler’s heart sank even further.


 “They found Ethan. about a mile from the house. He was buried underneath shit ton of rubble.

 “a-and is he,” he couldn’t bring himself to say it, “…dead?”

There was a beat of silence and a huff of breath from Mark’s end of the line.

 “No.” Tyler’s heart began to lift itself. “He’s alive. He asked to see you, Tyler. He’s going to see you. We all are.

Tyler’s sudden despair began to fade away the longer he spoke with Mark. The entire story, the entire detailed explanation that was the hell they had been through. And Tyler had hope. and happiness. He was so happy they were all okay. He was happy Ethan was okay…

He was okay…

[I am so so sorry, this came out much sadder than I meant it to. If I should rewrite it please say so. Also, if anybody wants to see Mark/Amy/Ethan’s perspective of his one-shot I can totes do that too.]

10 Years of SteveTony Fic Rec

As I’m sure you all know by now, today (March 14th) is the 10th anniversary of The Confession and the 10th anniversary of the SteveTony ship!

Since my fic wasn’t done in time to post today (homework and midterms are a bitch), and I wanted to post something today for the anniversary of The Confession, I’ve decided to post a fic rec with my all time favorite stevetony fics of all time! Here we go! Hopefully my anniversary fic will be done by tomorrow lol

It’s long, you’ve been warned. Also, this is in no way an exhaustive list of my favs and when I think of more I might add them lol

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new york six

summary: plane crash. plane. crash. the plane crashed.

a/n: highkey grey’s reference lolol. i was to excited not to post. please give feedback!!! thabks

warning: descriptive wounds?? plane crash?? 

November 23rd, 2016


“How do you feel?” The counselor asked. Y/N’s face was emotionless before she opened her mouth to speak, not a word came out. “I’m fine.” Y/N shrugged as she began to fiddle with her fingers, picking at the buds that held her nails in place. “Other than the not sleeping, constant feeling of anxiety, the hope that one day I die so I do not have to deal with all of these emotions that have begun to follow me everywhere I go?” She asked and looked at the hospital consular, “Other than that I’m fine.”

He jotted down the words Y/N spoke before asking her next question, “And what about that first night? What about Jasmine and Anthony? What about Lin, Daveed, and Pippa. Most importantly,” there was a pause before he began speaking again.

“What about you?”  Y/N’s breath caught in the back of her throat. She couldn’t speak as the memories came back from those few nights.

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