who let this thing happen to me

…Having made it to the venue, I was in the dressing room for my usual ‘director’s happy hour’ and, not having seen him for a couple of days, Bono was telling me what he’d been up to. Three things came up in conversation. The first was his telling me a story of how he’d been hitchhiking in West Vancouver and was picked up by a woman and her partner who turned out to be a well-known ice hockey player.  Next he asked if I had seen the UFO that had been hovering above the gig during the show at the previous venue, before rounding off the conversation by asking if I thought it would possible to make a musical segue between Zooropa and City of Blinding Lights using the theme tune to the Tellytubbies.

I sat there wondering if I’d fallen through a hole in reality but, out of curiosity, pulled up some Tellytubbies on YouTube. The Edge had arrived by this time and the pair of them sat watching the Tellytubbies romping through TellytubbyLand, occasionally muttering comments like ‘this is fantastic’.  Deciding that the likelihood of my having disappeared down a rabbit-hole appeared to be increasing by the minute, I left them to it and went to have my tea.

Curiously, it turned out that the majority of the events described in the above conversation were solidly based in fact. This hockey player did exist and was currently in the building and there had, apparently, been some LED-illuminated radio-controlled blimp-device floating about whilst the show was happening in Winnipeg.  On the strength of these two revelations I decided to just go with the Tellytubbies thing and got editing forthwith….

…Oh, and yes, we did put the Tellytubbies theme tune in as a segue into City of Blinding Lights. Sometimes you just have to go with the flow….

– excerpt from Willie Williams tour diary, 360 tour

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There I was again, at the place where a boy messed with my heart for the very first time. And the very last, for now at least.

And I couldn’t help but wonder what if he showed up again. I did not believe in love at first sight, but it happened. I became a naive romantic longing to see the stranger who made my heart race like crazy once more. Just to make things clear. Just to, maybe, continue the story we’ve started. The story about a girl with a secret and a boy who couldn’t stand being around his relatives.

But the hours passed and no one came. No one wants to go through the tall grass and everything. No one but me, and the only other person who would is miles away.

“Let go, Miracle. He’s gone. You’ll never see him again,” I told myself as I stood up. I couldn’t stay here without thinking about him. Not on my birthday. Everyone was going to come celebrate. I guess they wouldn’t rise an eyebrow if I, the birthday girl, came fashionably late, but just tell me, why stay here and wait for someone who isn’t going to return?

I wrote the ending to our shortlived, one-shot lovestory alone as my feet carried me away from the pond.

Words and Paper - Part IV

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

Summary: Y/N is a brilliant young lawyer who was hired by Tony Stark himself. She didn’t expect half of the things that would happened, but she was sure glad Bucky happened.

A/N: Thanks for all your continued support! I hope you enjoy! Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in this!

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: None

PART I | PART II | PART III


Y/N had been eager to get started working since her big move to New York. Now that the day was finally upon her, she wasn’t feeling so sure. Her nerves were getting the better of her, and she was suddenly rethinking her decisions. The only decision she wasn’t rethinking was Bucky. Ever since he had finally kissed her, the two of them had been as giddy as two teenagers experiencing their first crushes.

She let out a sigh of exasperation as threw the dress in her hands onto the her bed, making it join the other ones she had already rejected. She didn’t want to be over dressed, but most definitely did not want to be under dressed. Nothing was calling out to her. She reached back and settled on a mid length dark blue dress with a lace overall that she could easily pair with a blazer. She deemed it professional, but still showed off her personality.

She glanced at her phone and saw that she had wasted more time than she had wanted on picking an outfit. She quickly pinned back the sides of her hair and threw on some makeup. Her phone lit up as she slippe on her shoes and grabbed her jacket. She picked it up without looking at who it was, “Hello?”

“Good Morning, Princess,” Bucky’s warm voice brought an instant smile to her face.

“Hiya Buckaroo,” she grabbed her saddle back and headed into the kitchen, “I’m so not ready for today! I think I’m going to have a nervous breakdown.”

“Hey, you’re going to be fine. They wanted you for a reason after all,” he reassured and hear her taking  a few deep breaths, “have you had coffee or breakfast yet?”

“No, I’ve been trying to figure out what to wear,” she sheepishly admitted.

“Open the door,” her brows knitted together for a moment as she realized he was going to be waiting for. She hung up the phone and swung the door open to reveal Bucky standing there, two coffees in his hand and some breakfast tucked under his arm.

“Oh yes! You are the best,” she stepped aside and let him. He set the items down on the counter. He gave her a smile in return and kissed her cheek.

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knightmeg13 replied to your post: Wait, ew, they did the “thought I was having sex…

Wait…WHAT?! They had another rape thing happen? Are you kidding me? I agree with dazzlingend, I haven’t kept up since season 3 and it’s hearing things like this that remind me why…

Yeah, apparently Hook 2 (not to be confused with original flavour Hook) meets and falls for Rapunzel? And at some point he sleeps with her but it’s not Rapunzel, it’s Gothel pretending to be Rapunzel with magic because that’s not fucked up at all! And, like most rapes in this show, it produces a child, to cement this FAMILY MOMENT FROM HELL, WHO IS LETTING THEIR KID WATCH THE SHOW AT THIS POINT.

We already have an OUAT writer call this a “dark seduction”. 

Yeah, nope.

What is a story you have been dying to tell?

When I was 15 years old, I ran away from home because I was pissed off at my parents for a reason I cant remember. I didnt have much money, so I decided to hop onto the skytrain(public transport train in British Columbia) and ride it as far as it would go. I reached the end of the line in less then an hour, and decided I wanted to ride it all the way back again, while trying to formulate some kind of plan of how I wanted to live the rest of my life without my parents or anyone. At the last stop, or the first stop depending on your perspective of it, a girl came on and sat in the row right behind me. I didnt pay much attention to her at first, as I was busy writing my life plan on a napkin. It was a few minutes later that she got up and came sat next to me, curious as to what I was writing. I told her the story, and after a few laughs, we began talking about everything and anything. Her name was Amanda, 17 years old, and absolutely wonderful. She told me she was getting off at the last stop, which was also the first stop, depending on how you look at it. It was also the stop I had gotten on originally, and I told her we would ride to it together. The train ride took less then an hour, and what a wonderful hour indeed.

When the last stop did come, we both knew we probably wouldnt see each other ever again(this was before the days of cellphones, and I was a shy little kid afraid to make moves). As we got to the end of the sidewalk which split in two different directions, she went right and I went left. Before saying goodbye she turned to me and asked me a question that has become a wonderful part of my life; she asked me, “Tell me something you have done, or want to do, that you think I should do? It can be anything, as challenging as you want it to be, or as easy. As long as you give me the rest of my life to complete it, I promise I will do it..” I was confused as to why, but I thought about it, and told her, “Sing a song acapella in a room full of strangers.” She said perfect and asked me if I would like a challenge as well. I told her I did, and she told me, “read, from start to finish, “Ulysses” by James Joyce.” I had never heard of it at the time, but I agreed, and we said our goodbyes.

I have a awful memory, and cant remember most conversations I have with most people. But I remember all of that clearly. You know why? Because of the challenge she gave me. In the 12 years that have past since, I have tried to read that book in over 150 different sittings. Everytime I open my copy of the 780 page monster of a book, I always think of her, and I always think of that day. Ive never been sure if it was her intent or not, but she left her lasting memory on me with that challenge. I soon after learned what she did, was a completey wonderful and amazing thing for me. So I decided to keep it going. Ive met a lot of strangers in my life; some that have become friends, and some, due to living in different time zones and whatnot, didnt. I dont want to just have experiences and then let them go. I want to remember these meetings, and embrace the fact that they happened. So whenever I leave someone who has left an amazing impact of my life, I always make sure to add them to my Ulysses Bucket List. I ask them to give me a challenge, as difficult or as easy as they want it to be, and regardless of the fact that they have done it or not; simply something their heart has had wanted to do.

Some have been easy and fun; I met a man in India 9 years ago who told me to, for a week or a month, cook/buy twice as much food as I intend on eating, and give the other half to a stranger in need. I completed that mission 8 years ago, and thought about that man and the time we had all the way through. I met a girl on a cruise 6 years ago, who told me to jump into a body of water on a slightly cold day, without touching or feeling the temperature of the water first. I did that the very same year. I met a couple at an outdoor music festival a few years ago that told me to wear the most bizarre outfit imaginable and walk through a public place, completely oblivious to the fact that you arent looking normal. I did that task the very next day, at the same festival. Some have been difficult, to say the least: three guys I met in Amsterdam and smoked all night with, told me to go to a mall and give 10 strangers 10 presents. That one took a lot of courage, but I did it a year or so after I met them. It was nerve racking, but at the same time exhilerating leaving my comfort zone. A girl I met on a plane told me to sky dive; Im still in the process of getting that done. A couple I met in Cali on the beach told me to tell the 5 people I hated the most, that I love them and respect them. That one was very difficult because of my stubborness, but ive come close to completing that list many a times(still in the process, 2 more people to go).

And some things, have had an everlasting impact on my daily life. I met a girl at a music festival, who told me that whenever I get mad at someone, walk away, sing my happy song in my head for 5 minutes, go back to the person im mad at with a clam heart and mind, and work things out. Ive made this my way of life. I once met a man at a gym in a hotel I was staying at, that told me “whenever your body and brain tells your that you are exhausted and done…use your heart instead and push out 2 more reps.” Ive made this my motto when working out or working on any kind of extrenuating exercise in which my body demands me to quit. I also use it while working on anything, and while studying. One of the best pieces of advice ive ever received.

There are many others that each brought joy to my life. There are still many tasks I have yet to accomplish, and everytime I think of these tasks, I think of the people that gave them to me. It amazes me how well I remember all these people, while I cant remember so many aspects of even yesterday. These experiences, not only do I take from them a “mission” or a “challenge”, I also take from them a memory of them that never fails to appear inside of my mind. I opened my Ulysses book for probably the 300th time yesterday, and read a few pages, which prompted me to share this story with you today. Im in the final 30 pages of the book, also known as the most dreaded of the read(in the last 40 pages or so, James Joyce doesnt use a single punctuation mark; no periods, no commas, no nothing; a straight 50 page run-on sentence).

I never saw Amanda after that day, nor do I know if she ever did get a chance to sing a song to a room full of strangers. But what I do know, is that she gave me a gift that has never once stopped giving. So wherever you may be, thank you for giving me the Ulysses Bucket List. And I swear i’ll finish it one day. My life advice? Simple: Create your own Ulysses bucket list.

Lucky 💫

“Um, Malfoy,” Harry muttered. “What are you doing?” Baffled, he looked at the Slytherin, who didn’t seem to be concerned at all.

“I’m resting. I’m so tired,” Malfoy mumbled, eyelids fluttering shut. He did sound pretty sleepy. Harry blinked as Malfoy’s lips stretched into a soft, contented smile.

“Okay,” Harry said slowly. “But why are you resting on my lap?”

“Why not?” Malfoy replied. “Seems like a good place to me.”

Harry stiffened as Malfoy turned his head and snuggled into him. What was he playing at?

“Oi, Harry!” Harry looked up. Seamus had just entered the eighth year common room and was grinning at him. “Don’t you two look cosy,” he said with a wink. Harry blushed and tried to move his legs but Malfoy was just too heavy.

“I have no idea what’s going on,” Harry murmured. What had gotten into Malfoy?

“And then we have to get started on Transfiguration but first we have to- Oh!” Hermione stopped dead behind Seamus. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her, her studying schedule obviously forgotten. If only momentarily. Ron, who had seemed rather displeased with his girlfriend’s evening plans a second ago, suddenly had a weird glint in his eyes.

Harry watched his friends and was shocked when Hermione clutched her chest and put her other hand on Ron’s arm. He smiled at her and nodded.

“I thought something like this might happen,” he snickered.

“What?” Harry spluttered. When Pansy came into sight, a knowing grin on her face,  Harry felt like they were all in on a joke he didn’t get. “Can somebody please tell me what is going on?”

“Shhhhh,” came from Harry’s lap. “Trying to sleep here, remember?”

Harry eyed Malfoy suspiciously. He had to admit, he might have reacted a little differently if they had been alone. It was a bit sudden, but he wasn’t all that opposed to Malfoy lying on his lap.

Harry’s eyes darted to his friends again when Hermione leaned over to Pansy and whispered something to her. Looking exasperated, Pansy nodded. Harry still wasn’t used to the fact that they were all getting along so well now. Pansy could be fun but, still, Harry was a bit wary around her.

He kept his eyes on her as Hermione strode over to him.

“Don’t be mad,” she told him. Harry frowned.

“What did you do?”

“Well…” She looked at him sheepishly. “It’s more what I didn’t do.”

Harry looked at her, puzzled. She leaned closer to him and dropped her voice to a whisper.

“I didn’t stop Pansy, when she stole something from Slughorn’s personal stores and put it into Malfoy’s tea this morning.”

Harry’s frown deepened.

“What did she put in his tea?”

Hermione bit her lip and put a hand on his shoulder.

“We just felt like he deserved a good day for once. He’s been through so much.” She gazed at Malfoy thoughtfully. “That’s not to say you haven’t been having a hard time, either,” she added hastily. “But Pansy thought you might… benefit from it as well. Seems like she was right.”

Harry looked between Malfoy and Hermione, not understanding what she was telling him. It must have shown on his face. Hermione sighed and shook her head.

“Felix Felicis, that’s what Pansy put in his drink.”

Harry’s mouth dropped open.

“That’s why he’s being so weird?”

“You were weird, too, when you took it in sixth year,” Hermione reminded him.

Yeah, Harry mused, it had been a strange experience. He had felt so happy and cheerful, like nothing could go wrong. And, somehow, he had known exactly what he had to do to get… to get what he wanted.

Oh!

Harry’s eyes darted back to Malfoy, who was still smiling contentedly with his eyes closed. Harry wondered what would have happened if his friends had given him the potion, instead of Malfoy. He doubted things would have been this forward but, maybe, it would have had a similar outcome.  

Ignoring the fact that everyone in the room was watching him, he slowly raised his hand and ran his fingers through Malfoy’s hair. The Slytherin let out a long sigh that made the corners of Harry’s mouth twitch.

As he sat there, stroking Malfoy’s hair and marvelling at the fluttery feeling in his stomach, Harry thought it was lucky he and Malfoy apparently wanted the same thing.

Thursday Night Dinner at the Byers

I keep mentioning ‘Thursday Night Dinner at the Byers’ in all of my Stranger Things fics (here, here, and here) and, like, I just realized this is my random ass season 3 headcanon and I should probably explain it: 

  • Hopper means it when he says he shouldn’t have lied to her. That there are a lot of things he should’ve done differently. But he also knows that he’d do anything to keep her safe, that if Owens suggests one year then he’s gonna go with one year. But he keeps his promise and things are different this time around. 
  • He suggests Thursday dinners at the Byers house as a way for El to see her friends. He can’t very well take her over to the Wheeler’s house and the cabin is too far away to bike to every day and there’s no way in hell he’s shuttling kids back and forth to his house all the time, so he sets up a weekly dinner at the Byers because it just makes the most sense. Nancy can bring Mike, he can bring El and no one will ever suspect anything. 
  • He doesn’t think too deeply about the fact that no one questions, that no one even seems all that surprised about the fact that he’s going to weekly dinners at Joyce’s house. Flo takes to telling him to say hi to Joyce for her, encouraging him to dress up nicer on Thursday nights and goddammit Flo, for the last time there’s nothing wrong with what I wear.
  • Except that at some point, he does make it a point to rush home early on Thursdays and change out of his work clothes into something that’s ironed and not khaki. 
  • Jonathan is the one that cooks most nights and he has to admit that the kid is a damn good cook. Hopper makes El and Mike and Will set the table so that Joyce doesn’t have to worry about rushing home from work and taking care of it. He always helps her with the dishes afterwards, while Mike and Nancy and Jonathan and Will take turns tutoring El. 
  • Nancy bargains for a movie night every other week after dinner rather than tutoring and he gives in because she gives him these huge puppy dog eyes and he can literally feel Joyce laughing at him as he begrudgingly says yes. They take turns picking movies, though he always gives his turn to Eleven. 

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So I'm watching Merlin and I'm quickly learning the plot of every episode:
  • Evil witch: does some evil witchy shit
  • People: die
  • The King: Gaius help
  • Gaius: it's magic
  • The King: impossible
  • Gaius: it's magic
  • The King: fine *sentences someone to death*
  • Merlin: talks to dragon
  • Dragon: talks about destiny in riddles
  • Merlin: ignores dragon
  • Merlin: I won't let this happen
  • Arthur: (to king) Maybe this isn't fair idk
  • The King: it is
  • Arthur: ok
  • Morgana: Arthur do the right thing
  • Arthur: ok *appeals to the king*
  • The King: ignores him
  • Arthur: I will do the right thing anyway! and Merlin will help me!
  • Merlin: no
  • Merlin:
  • Merlin: *helps him and also saves Arthur's life probably*
  • The King: wow Arthur u were right who knew
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Director: I don’t expect any gifts from you; I’m your employer, frankly that would be-

[Magnus hands her a coupon for one free backrub]

Director: This is exactly what I was afraid of. This is actually–Magnus, this is the nightmare scenario.

This wonderful Magnus Burnsides cosplayer actually surprised me with a coupon for “One Free Backrub” during the Saturday TAZ photoshoot! Their cosplay had the most charming details, and such cool armor! 

(Although I did remember to give you my card, I forgot to ask your url, so if you happen to see this, let me know who you are and I’ll make sure to credit you here!)

Cosplayers: Madam Director/Lucretia (@thischick25), Magnus Burnsides (dwiuricosplay on Instagram)

I won’t apologize for missing you, or because I said that I am, or because I text you first, or again. Everyone spends too much time trying to build walls instead of doors. I don’t want to be apathetic or indifferent, I want to be honest. It’s both a curse and a blessing to feel everything so deeply, but it’s who I am. I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I want you to find your soft. I’ve seen it before. I’ve seen it in the way you used to hold my hand. In the way you kissed my forehead in between the real kisses and the extra long hugs. In the gentle yet hard goodbyes we said each morning. I never wanted to let go or say goodbye out of fear that I would never be able to find you again. You’re gone now but I’m still knocking on the door. I’ll stop begging for you to let me in as long as you promise me one thing. Find yourself. Be in touch with your heart. Reflect on what happened between us. Think hard about it. Don’t ignore it. Don’t run away from it. Not talking about the contents of a closet will not make it empty. Relationships are important. They’re a big deal. Love is a big deal. It changes you. It teaches you things. I want you to learn a lot from this. I know I did and will continue to do so, and I am glad that it was you who taught me. I hope you can say the same for me.
—  goodbye letters // o.k.

anonymous asked:

aww why does tae look sad or mad in that halloween dance video tho, its like he really didn't wanna be in it or especially snow white

This ask is about this video HERE 

This whole thing happened before with other members so let me say what I think: (these are simply my thoughts) 

Taehyung is presently leaving that concept image he was given since debut. He is no more obliged to act like a 4D character all the time on camera. Sure it’s still a part of him but maybe he wants to show us a different side of him?

Originally posted by jeonyween

Ok, let me explain in case you still don’t get my words.  This change happened before. Can you imagine Jin now being a quite Hyung who tries to be cool all the time? Well, that was the concept BigHit gave him.  Jimin changed too, he used to be more silly but now he is the Jimin we know. Wasn’t Jungkook the shiest human ever who cried everytime they asked him to sing but now he can even act cute on the go? They all grew since debut and they will continue to do so. We are humans, we change with time but the pace varies as we all have different circumstances and natures. Taehyung said he wanted to be a cool and manly guy. He wants that kind of image. Wouldn’t that explain him desiring to copy his Hwarang hyungs (actors)? Or him giving no reaction to zombies when normally he will try to be funny? Or him deciding not to cry at their first dome in Japan when Jimin and Jungkook were sobbing? Or him showing us that he is not as dumb as many labels him but he likes arts for example and is a great photographer? We are all striving to be what we believe is a better version of ourselves. V was always like that. He constantly tried to improve himself. For instance, after being mocked at high school for his poor fashion sense and cheap clothes, look at him now wearing the latest trends and designer clothes, being named by VOGUE as the best dressed in the middle of loads of global celebrities at BBMA and becoming the most fashion-forward person in his group. Aren’t you proud hearing that because I am.

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One more thing. Just because people who you are used seeing laughing all the time are not, doesn’t mean they are unhappy. I am the type who is very cheerful and most of the times grinning. I literally smile automatically as soon as I lock eyes with someone, but there are times I am quiet and chill, so people come to me and ask “why are you sad? Or are you mad about something?” when I am not! It’s just another side of me that people do not see quite often. And seriously, who is happy 24/7? Even if he was sad, do you think BTS were always happy? He even told all of us in Bon Voyage 2 how he cried in bathrooms with Jimin then surely had to smile in front of cameras so that the fans will not worry. Kim Taehyung is a pro of expressions managing if he was truly sad and wanted us all to believe he is not he would have smiled, he is an actor too. It would have been easier than you think. 

Originally posted by sunshimin

Lastly, do you think the members will not look sad too if V was depressed at the moment? They are the type to tear up and sob just by seeing another one of them cry. Do you think Jimin will look at Taetae, smile and laugh if he knew he was sad? Do you think Jungkook will suggest they dance Go Go wearing those costumes the night before they do it if V just witnessed a friend passing away? BTS are very considerate toward each other to do any of that + if there is something for real and he thinks ARMYs should know he will share it with us. BTS always shared their ups but also lows with us. 

lance: hey shiro, anyone ever tell you you’re like… such a stereotypical hero type?

shiro: uh…. yes

lance: not in a bad way though! you’re the cool guy! the bucky barnes and steve rogers combo marvel could only dream of! luke skywalker but not white! the guy everyone wanted to be growing up!

shiro: thank you, lance. you wanna know who you are?

lance: [chuckles nervously] okay….

shiro: the type i wish i could be more like now. the strong type who lets himself feel what he has to feel, who can be calm under pressure, who can still find the good in things even after all the bad stuff that’s happened to you. you’re a good kid, buddy

lance: thats the best thing literally anyones said to me ever

shiro: good. you deserve it, pal.

Don’t Doubt Your Writing

Anonymous asked: “Any advice for the crippling self-doubt with writing? I do short stories and I never think they’re good enough.”

Get ready for probably one of the worst pep-talks ever written. The first time I heard someone say (and not to me actually), “No one asked you to be a writer,” was probably the first time I realized I didn’t actually have to write. 

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Why are all my fandoms going crazy right now??

- Skam is freaking out (with good reason) about rumors about the American adaptation, and still in general chaos because of the end of the show and season 4

- Voltron’s about to get a new season and its incessant ship wars are still going

- Malec is broken up in the show (and I don’t even watch shadowhunters, I just liked the books! Seriously it’s like secondhand fandom stress here)

- Supergirl and CW in general are getting all kinds of new content about some crossover thing that’s happening in like two months, which of course fires up all the karamel shippers vs. anti drama

- Chaol’s book is coming out in SJM land, and people are either excited for their fave or (like me) even more stressed about TOG 7

- Carry On is doing fine but that’s like the miracle fandom anyway… seriously there’s like never any drama? I love it so much

- Doctor Who!!! Need I say more? (I’m so flipping excited!!!!!!!)

- In a Heartbeat was released, and it didn’t! let everyone down (go watch it seriously!!)

I’m probably forgetting a million things but like… I can’t handle this right now seriously

EDIT: How could I forget Yuri On Ice??? Like… I don’t really know what’s going on there anymore but I just really want another season

So, I’m playing a campaign with my family where my mom is dming and I’m playing a wood Elf Alchemist’s apprentice named Kailu who’s a bar tender. He has extremely high bluff and is known for doing bottle tricks.

He was holding down the bar one night when a rich couple came in and this is what happened.

Rich guy: I’ve heard good things about this place.

Kailu: you’ve heard right.

Rich guy: let’s see what you can do. *Flips me a coin*

Me (ooc): I roll to catch it on my nose *rolls a two*

DM: it arches through the air and hits you in the eye before bouncing off the bar and rolling to the opposite side of the room

Kailu: I meant to do that

DM: roll bluff

Nat 20

They bought it