why rain is a good thing

Aries ~ if you want fast acting relief try slowing down

Taurus ~ those who have the last laugh think slowest 

Gemini ~ get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please (Mark Twain)

Cancer ~ my mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but i think she enjoyed it (Mark Twain)

Leo ~ There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about. 

Virgo ~ “The only thing to do with good advice is pass it on. It is never any use to oneself.” - Oscar Wilde

Libra ~ if you lose your temper, you’ve lost the argument 

Scorpio ~ “"If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is ‘God is crying’. And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is ‘Probably because of something you did’.“
- Jack Handey, Deep Thoughts

Sagittarius ~ because you think it’s true, doesn’t make it the truth 

Capricorn ~ “One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one’s work is terribly important.”
- Bertrand Russell (1872-1970)

Aquarius ~ the one who loves least controls the relationship 

Pisces ~ "You got to be careful if you don’t know where you’re going, because you might not get there.“
- Yogi Berra 

I don’t envy people with lots of money. Why? Because if you don’t have much money you are more easily inclined to find joy in the things that can’t be bought, like in nature and the animals, in good friends and good conversations, in a beautiful sunset and dancing in the rain.
—  Sereno Sky, author of “Lonely Traveller”

It’s January. It’s cold, it’s wet, no one has any money and no one wants to do anything. Which is actually pretty perfect, cos when is it better to watch some rainy day films than on a wet January weekend? Not only can you watch some classics, you’ll save money by not being out and about.

So, the criteria for these films: they need to have adventure, they need to be fun, and they need to take you on a journey without you having to leave your sofa. Here are our top pics.

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“There’s a quidditch game this weekend.”

“I’m well aware.”

“You should come!”

“And why would I do that?”

“Cause I’ll be playing.”

OR: Pharmercy Hogwarts AU where Fareeha and Angela agree on many things, but still can’t seem to communicate their feelings ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“Do you want to know what my favorite smell is?“
“Yeah, sure.”
“Petrichor. You know, the way streets smell after it rains. I love it but it also makes me very sad.
“Why is that?”
“it’s just like people. First, they make you really happy and then they disappear.”
“But then it rains again and the smell comes back.”
“Yeah, but it’s not always a good thing, isn’t it?”
—  giulswrites
15th Advent Squad Imagine

Originally posted by fatalitum

Your P.O.V.

Being a part of Suicide Squad wasn’t easy. Especially when everyone else seemed to be so darn good at things and I was just..me. Why did they even take me? Did they think that I would actually use my powers to fucking help the world? Maybe if I’d absolutely have to, but this squad could do this without me.

Rick was leading us through the streets and it was raining lightly. Some of his armed men were surrounding us as I walked behind the rest of the squad. Harley was in front of me, holding her bat on her shoulders as she chewed some gum. Katana and Rick were in front of us. Deadshot was between Harley and El Diablo. One had already blown up as again the drunk Aussie Boomerang tried to chat with the soldiers. Killer Croc was right behind Katana.

I watched them all. It’s like I ceased to exist. I was Y/N, the girl with personality problems. Most of the time I could actually be almost normal, even tho I still wasn’t sure what was right or wrong. I could kill without thinking through. But then sometimes I got really strong. If I wanted to, I could get like super strength. I used it to commit crimes. Besides being super strong I could be super fast. Those combined with a criminal mind was a fatal result. But right now I just walked here, ignoring the fact I had a gun and I could probably try to escape. But I didn’t want to blow up to millions of human flesh pieces either.

‘’So..What’s your story?’’ Harley Quinn broke the silence. Deadshot glanced at us, but didn’t say anything. Harley stepped back so she was next to me. I knew she was vexing so I just shut up. ‘’Huh don’t be so boring!’’ Harley sighed and poked my shoulder with her bat. I wasn’t in the mood to talk. ‘’Hello? I’m talking to you’ she groaned and tried to poke me again. I grabbed her bat and used my powers to rip it out of her hand. Every time I used my powers, I burnt a little more energy. So if I used a lot, I would probably go to sleep after my heist. Luckily this was as much as ten steps, nothing more.

‘’Hey!’’ Harley yelled as she realized I had her bat. ‘’Don’t piss me off’’ I told her, but found this amusing. She tried to grab it, but I used my super speed to move my arm quicker than hers. Harley groaned and tried to jump and get it back, but I was quicker. It was like cat and mouse and I was smiling soon. ‘’Girls!’’ Deadshot tried to make us focus, but it was useless now. Both of us seemed to take this too seriously.

‘’Can’t catch it’’ I teased Harley and jumped up. Suddenly she grabbed my shirt and we lost out balance, making us fall onto the ground. We both screeched and then hit the ground, rolling on top of each other. Harley and I looked into each others’ eyes and a second later we were both laughing. I just found this funny. ‘’I didn’t know you had so much in you Y/N’’ Harley giggled while I gave her the bat. Then we got up again. ‘’Watch out Harls’’ I warned her with a smile.

‘’Okay that’s cute and all but we really need to get going’’ Boomerang sighed,making us look at him angrily. ‘’Look who’s talking instead of drinking’’Harley sassed and then glanced at me. ‘’We’re bonding. Isn’t that great?’’ She then chirped and grabbed my hand. My eyes widened a little, but I tried to keep my cool. Then we caught up with the squad, Harley happily holding my hand which I didn’t really mind.

‘’You know..If you weren’t so pretty, I’d be more pissed off’’ Harley whispered to me. Now she’s a real flirt. ‘’I could say the same to you’’ I chuckled, making her smile. ‘’When my boyfriend comes to get me, I’ll make him disable you from the bomb as well. We could be evil together doll face’’

aragakiyuki  asked:

#21 “What are you doing here?”, Got7 Mark. Thank you in advance!

21. “What are you doing here?” 
genre: angst

You heard a knock on your door, disrupting you from studying for a test you desperately needed to pass. You sighed, getting up and moving towards your door slowly. You opened it to see Mark, your ex, standing there soaked. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, studying his features. You were too focused on studying to realize it had started raining. You wondered how Mark managed to still look so good even soaked by rain, why was he soaked? 

“I needed to see you.” He replied, looking at you and no where else. Who was he to come to your place when he was the one to end things? Why did he want to see you if he didn’t want to date you? 

“I don’t want to see you.” You said, but both knew you were lying. You still hadn’t gotten over him, you didn’t know how. 

“Don’t lie to me, (Y/N). I just ran through rain for you please don’t close the door.” You frowned at him. 

“Don’t guilt trip me, Mark. I can close this door if I want to. You don’t control me.” You said, raising your voice slightly. Of all the things you disliked about Mark now, him trying to guilt trip you into numerous things was one of them. 

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that. I just, it’s cold please let me in.” 

“Why should I? You dumped me and didn’t talk to me for three months, I’m not just going to let that slide.” This time Mark frowned. 

“I was afraid. Afraid to hurt you, or get hurt myself. Relationships scare me.” Mark tried reaching for you but you flinched back. 

“Then stay out of a relationship, and go home.” You replied, closing the door softly. You knew your voice sounded cold, but you didn’t care. That was the same tone he used when he left you, now it was your turn. 

Blossom in summary
  • Blossom: Blossom out, blossom out, blossom out ~
  • Ego: The happy one that makes you cry because it's the second track and Clemens is already singing about how excited he is to raise his daughter with his girlfriend
  • Firebird: Not the Fall Out Boy song
  • Doing Good: What she says, what she really means
  • Clouds: We're in Rio now
  • Cold Blue Rain: Ooh, harmonica!
  • Stay: Who's cutting onions?
  • Bad Things: A PRETTY DUET!
  • Cocoon: Remember how we promised we'd finish the album by January 2015? Yah, me neither.
  • Losing You: Why... Why...
  • Peripeteia: Each to all the misery... Now, that's a mouth full!
  • Alive: The world is so big for five foot something Clemens
  • Heartless: Six minutes of my favorite band? HECK YEAH!

Tumblr, I count on you for a lot of things. I thought we had a good deal. You usually keep me informed of important events. LIKE, SAY, CHRIS EVANS AND HIS BROTHER SCOTT DOING A COVER VERSION OF JAMES TAYLOR’S “FIRE AND RAIN.” WHY HAS NO ONE TOLD ME ABOUT THIS?

You’re all on notice.

I Love You, With All My Heart

Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: one always returns home, despite what had happened.

Originally posted by youneedtostrut

Friday finally. You get back home after a long day at work. The fact of knowing that tomorrow morning you do not have to get up so early makes you feel great.

You take a long and relaxing shower. The showers one needs in order to feel a hundrer percent better and renewed. Your favourite music accompanies you as you put your most comfortable pajamas.

You spend the next hour reading. Well, you are not reading but devouring this book. The plot is so good you cannot stop reading it. When your mind comes back to reality, you realize that is already dark and that it is raining. This day is perfect, no doubt. You are feeling great until the thought of what happened two weeks ago returns.

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Do you want to know what my favorite smell is?" 
"Yeah, sure.”
“Petrichor. You know, the way streets smell after it rains. I love it but it also makes me very sad.
"Why is that?”
“Because it’s just like people. First, they make you really happy and then they disappear.”
“But then it rains again and the smell comes back.”
“Yeah, but it’s not always a good thing, isn’t it?
—  giulswrites ; Petrichor is Nina’s favorite smell
Radio Chaos (Pt. 4)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Racer!Jungkook

Word Count: 2,474

Warnings: Trigger warning, sexual content, swearing, etc

Summary: The dark hoodies and jackets they’re wearing hugging and touching their bodies in places every girl is dying to and you find yourself yearning for their warmth. While the unforgiving November wind creeps up your body, you wonder how soothing it would feel in the embrace of a notorious boy.

A/N: You should probably read it from the beginning, otherwise, you won’t know what the hell’s happening

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Originally posted by jengkook

“I heard a song on the radio today..

think it was called six million ways to fly..

And I realized – there’s not a single one for me.
I have nothing to live for.

Oh, come on, haha, you always ask me that! ‘Why am I so sad’… don’t know kid,

I don’t know. 

Life just fucked me up real good before you came
and now, not even a pretty thing like you can fix me.”  

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doodlinjaz  asked:

GIRL! You flatter me with your tags yet again! Seriously you are too sweet and make my day every time!!! THANK YOU! Much love my friend!x

Aww you’re so sweet, it’s no problem! I love your fics, plus it’s like no cost whatsoever to rant about my love for them in the tags 💕 you should totally hmu whenever also friendo I’d love to chat.

She likes it when it’s raining, she would run and refuse anything that can block the water to touch her skin. She’s into books, not movies. Because she said she loves it when she’s picturing her own characters in her mind – the reason why she seems like escaping reality whenever she’s reading a good book. She said all books are good, and coffee, and cozy couches. She’s rambling when she’s tense and you would hear the most random things leave her mouth and her perspective beyond what a situation would actually turn out. She always smiles when the sky catches her attention and every time she does, she’s more beautiful even though you think that she’s already the most beautiful. She always wants her hair undone, with her large brown curls swaying and dancing with the wind. She always wants to be in the car, strolling around a little bit longer because she wants to listen more to her favorite songs. She always wants simple things that can make her happy that’s why sometimes you feel she doesn’t need anyone to make her smile. She’s different from other girls, and that’s the precise reason why you fell in love with her. But, if she have that something that she would always want, find in a crowded place, be possessive with and calling it just hers, it’s you. It is definitely you.
—  // 9-21-’16, 10:17pm

Epch, relax? Nah, more like write more stuff. Here’s a OC ask meme you can enjoy ~

Send a #Number + #an OC of mine and i’ll answer

  1. Optimistic, pessimistic or in the middle?
  2. Job/ what job they would want to have?
  3. Keys around neck, in hand, pocket or bag?
  4. Color in the lines or color all over the place?
  5. Follows rules, breaks rules or follows most rules but break some for the greater good?
  6. Music taste?
  7. Do they read books? If so, which sort?
  8. Favorite weather?
  9. Do they stay inside during rain or go outside regardless? Or do they go out because they want to?
  10. Favorite animal/ creature?
  11. Favorite plant?
  12. Are they really afraid of something? If so, what and why?
  13. Favorite food / thing to eat?
  14. Favorite color?
  15. Sweet food, sour food, salty food, doesn’t favor any of them or favors all?
  16. Favorite thing to drink?
  17. Favorite rock/ mineral?
  18. Is there any technology in the world they live in? If so, what are their opinions on it? Do they use it or stray away from using it?
  19. Do they speak? If so, what language? Can they speak multiple languages? Do they understand a language, but can’t speak it themselves?
  20. What type of clothes do they like? What do they enjoy wearing and what do they actually typically wear? Are there clothes they like seeing on others, but can’t imagine themselves wearing?
  21. Do they favor durability, agility, intellect, strength or determination?
  22. Do they enjoy heights, or are afraid of them?
  23. Do they take their time and enjoy the things around them, big or small, or do they just rush on past everything to get to their goal as soon as possible?
  24. What’s the most important part of an adventure? Is it the destination? What happens on the way? The whole journey itself or what happens afterwards?
  25. Do they like ‘cute’ things? What’s their definition of “cute”?
  26. Travels a lot, just a bit or stays in one place most of their time?
  27. Which do they like more? The outdoors or the indoors?
  28. Do they have any hobbies? If so, what are they?
  29. What makes them smile? What makes them laugh? What’s their idea of happiness?
  30. Have they gotten proper education? Have they even gone to anything that could be considered as a ‘school’?
  31. Do they collect anything? If so, what and with how much passion?
  32. Are they hypocrites? Aka, do they hate when somebody else does a certain thing but enjoy it themselves, or is there something they enjoy seeing somebody else do but hate doing it themselves?
  33. Hats? Yes or nah.
  34. What’s their definition of the word “obstacle”?
  35. Please tell me a random fact, it can be anything. No need for context either.


It was a rather lukewarm day; the skies were a beautiful mixture of deep blue and gray, clouds looming above, warning of coming storms. People could hear the distant thunder, rushing through the streets to get home before the rain started to fall. 

Lafayette was walking along the road, leisurely, not worried about the rain. He nods at a few carriages that pass by, aside from that, he doesn’t see many people. He smiles up at the sky, sighing softly. He felt as though the storm hid positive things to come; most people saw storms as negative. Lafayette, on the other hand, saw them as a sign of good things on their way. There was always good, after storms. 

As he walks, he pauses, glancing around, seeing no one. He wondered why people were so fearful of storms. Shrugging, he glances back up at the sky, turning a corner; and bumping right into someone.