wish i could make it all pretty

I’ve got an aching head
Echoes and buzzing noises
I know the words we said
But wish I could’ve turned our voices down

This is not black and white
Only organized confusion
I’m just trying to get it right
And in spite of all I should’ve done

I was not mad at you
I was not trying to tear you down
The words that I could’ve used
I was too scared to say out loud

If I cannot break your fall
I’ll pick you up right off the ground
If you felt invisible
I won’t let you feel that now

You didn’t get your way
And it’s an empty feeling
You’ve got a lot to say
And you just want to know you’re being heard

But this is not black and white
There are no clear solutions
I’m just trying to get it right
And in spite of all I should’ve done.

Invisible - Linkin Park

Yuri!!! On Stage Event Report!

So today (4/29/2017) I went to the Yuri on Ice Yuri on Stage event. To clarify though, I was not at the actual Tokyo event, rather a live viewing at a local movie theater. Which of course does alter the experience but it’s the next best thing. At first I thought the theater was only doing the afternoon session, but very last minute I ended up being able to attend both!

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Totally useless information: I am that kind of person who wears grey or navy and calls that a colourful outfit. I am an all-in-black person, but sometimes I wear green like this one: a slightly darker that what we would nowadays call olive or military green.

This court coat and waistcoat are wonderful examples of the clothing that was needed to be worn in (duh) court at the end of the century: perfect, heavily decorated, hiper elegant and pretty much over the top. Damn, I wish I could embroider like that… or even make a proper coat (JUST LOOK AT THE BACK PLEATS!! Sorry, I’ll go cry in the corner).

Green velvet court coat and matching ivory satin waistcoat, ca, 1790, France.

Things from musicals that are so perfect they are borderline erotic

When Jonathan Groff first comes in in The Bitch of Living.
The third and fourth “burn"s in Burn and Phillipa Soo’s voice all the time. Shoutout to the final “mine” too; that’s gorgeous.
Pia Douwes’s voice, and how it is somehow simultaneously smooth and pure and beautifully rough.
The harmonies at the end of Make Up Your Mind/Catch Me I’m Falling.
The “or"s at the end of lines in Pretty Women.
“Would you think so badly of me” in Sonya and Natasha.
The dissidence of "trees” in Darkness and Trees.
How Phillipa Soo’s voice blends perfectly with the violins in Natasha Lost.
“I wish I could fly” from Superboy and the Invisible Girl.
That thing in The Bitch of Living when they are all jumping around chaotically and then suddenly are frozen singing “do they think we want this?” (Start at 2:40 for the full effect.)
That thing Karen David does in like every song in Galavant where her voice changes pitch slightly and damn.
The way “sadness” is sung in Don’t Do Sadness. Also the strings.
The piano in Hurricane.
The thing they do in Stop the World with the turntable and the chairs and everyone singing in a really lovely harmony with just the perfect amount of dissidence and sweet damn I love everything about it.
The harmonies in Boote in Der Nacht.
JD’s part in Our Love is God.
Absolutely everything about how Philippa Soo sings Times Are Hard for Dreamers. (Her voice is 15% of this list and that’s me holding back help it’s so beautiful.)
Magaldi’s verse in On This Night of a Thousand Stars.
Renée Elise Goldsberry rapping. And singing.
Both “nothing, it was nothing, I didn’t lead him on at all” and “back in the theatre full of light” in Natasha Lost.
Jenn Colella singing her phone call in Phoning Home.
Jenn Colella everywhere else let’s be real.
When Eva starts singing in High Flying Adored.
The instrumental part at the beginning of Wen Ich Tanzen Will. And the way they say “tanzen” it is amazing.
How syrupy and rich Jasmine Cephas Jones’ voice is in Say No to This.
That part of Seventeen when JD and Veronica are singing “seventeen” together and he’s singing higher than her.
The end of My Eyes. Vocally, and the choreography.
“Sing a song of forge-e-e-ting” from the song of that name.
Everything about Sophie McShera’s voice, especially when she’s singing her parts of A Happy Ending for Us.
The slight roughness in John Gallagher Jr.’s voice.
How drowsy and sexy Idina Menzel’s voice is in As Long As You’re Mine.
Also when she sings “it well may be” in For Good. (It’s nice for different reasons of course.)
Chris Jackson’s voice in One Last Time. And in every other song.

Huntress in the Snow

What if Rhys had met Feyre back when she was still a little girl, alone in the woods and hunting for her family? Inspired by this beautiful work of art, here’s the hypothetical meeting between an abused, tired Rhysand and a tiny Feyre.

 

Rhysand rarely leaves Amarantha’s court Under the Mountain.

He rarely leaves her bedroom, for that matter. Life is just a frenzy of lies, sex, dancing, drinking, hatred and torture these days and he has long given up on making his existence bearable. He doesn’t really care anymore.

He doesn’t care for the stares they give him, the names. He doesn’t care for those pitying glances. He doesn’t care when Amarantha is straddling him, using him, her fingers pulling his hair.

Spring Court is covered in masks right now, but Rhysand might as well be wearing one, too. He doesn’t recognize himself in the mirror anymore. He murmurs things in her ears, he lies, promises, he kills on her behalf, he smirks and laughs and betrays, and he isn’t sure he can ever get back from that.

He’s doing it for Velaris and his beloved ones. That is what he tells himself, over and over and over again, when he’s buried inside her or when he snaps someone’s neck. It’s the only reason he’s still holding on. Velaris. Mor. Amren. His brothers. His court.

Court of Dreams. It’s like a bitter joke, ashes in his mouth. He doesn’t know if he will ever see them again. Doesn’t know if he wants to- after what he’s done.  

He probably won’t ever see them again. This nightmare will never end.

Life is miserable. Rhys doesn’t care.

With the way things are developing right now, his old enemy Tamlin is going to join them in a few years- 42 years have passed and that fool, that idiotic fool hasn’t managed to break the curse. If he realizes that he could save them all, Rhysand doesn’t know. Perhaps Tamlin is just trying to protect those he loves as well. Perhaps he’s trying- perhaps he’s fighting.

Perhaps he’s not.

Rhysand doesn’t care.

He also doesn’t care that Amarantha sends him to the human realm today. To find a group of fae from Dawn Court that have escaped; find them, bring them to her, watch her torture and kill them and fuck her afterwards. It’s nothing to him. He’ll play his part. He’ll be urgent and passionate- I’ve been aching for you, my queen, my everything, woman of my dreams- only you, only ever you- he’ll make her scream his name and kiss her afterwards.

All the while, he’ll be somewhere else. He’ll be talking to Amren, quietly. He’ll be drinking with Cass and Azriel, playing cards. He’ll be dancing with Mor. He’ll be walking through the streets of Velaris.

That’s the only thing he has. And even those memories are further and further away from him with each passing day. Rhysand is afraid that he’ll wake up some morning and find that there’s no fight left inside him- that he’ll just give up.

He looks around.

He’s in a forest, close to the wall. It’s spring, but snow still covers the trees and the ground. He will encounter no humans here- none of them would be so foolish, so daring to get this close to the wall. He sits down next to a stream, closes his eyes and just doesn’t think. A few, scattered moments of peace- he takes what he gets.

Just a few moments. Then he’ll hunt those poor bastards down.

Feyre is twelve, and she’s been roaming this forest for a year now. She’s been following the village’s hunters; copy the way they set their snarls, carry their bows. She has a dream: she’ll hunt so much food her father will get better again. Nesta and Elain will get fatter, rounder, and they will both find very handsome men to marry. Then it’ll be Feyre and her father, and she’ll hunt for him while he reads at home, and in the evening, she’ll cook for him and paint a little.

So far, she hasn’t ever shot anything bigger than a rabbit, and that one time was on accident. The snarls are what works better.

Nesta turned fifteen yesterday. Feyre knows her sister has hoped their father would say something, but he has forgotten all of their birthdays. Nesta has looked like murder all day long. Elain tried to talk to her, but she locked herself in their room.

Elain and Nesta are very sad, Feyre knows that. They remember more of their mother and they talk about her sometimes, exchanging bits and pieces of who she used to be. In the beginning, right after they moved into the little hut at the village’s edge, they tried to be there for her- but they have too much to worry about, now. They never even play with each other. They don’t thank her when she brings food home.

Feyre makes her way through the trees. She must always stay away from the wall- dangerous creatures are there, fae. She’s so afraid of them she has nightmares sometimes.

But today, some inner voice tells her that the wall is not dangerous. That no fae will hurt her. And almost by themselves, their feet make her walk closer and closer to the buzzing, invisible thing that separates their human world from the fae.

When she comes onto a clearing, she sees a man. He is sitting on a fallen tree branch next to a river and his head his lowered, almost as if he were praying. He doesn’t carry weapons, but his clothes are fine and elegant- he must be a rich merchant, lost in the woods.

Perhaps she’ll get a reward if she leads him out of here. Curiosity gets the better of her. “Are you okay?”, she calls over to him, and that is the exact same moment he looks up and meets her eyes.

It knocks the breath out of her. He’s a fae. His ears are long and pointed, and there is something otherworldly in his features that marks him as different.

This is it. She is going to die. Nesta and Elain and her father will starve because she’s not there anymore. How could she be so careless, hunting so close to the wall?

The man takes in her unwashed hair, her threadbare clothes, her make-shift bow. “You should not be here”, he rasps. “You should run.”

Feyre tries to be a still as she can be. The man doesn’t get up, doesn’t come closer. As if he knows that she’ll start screaming if he does.

“Go”, he commands, angry. “Don’t ever come here again. Understand me? Don’t go into the forest at all. Stay at home.”

And she should do just that, run until she’s far away from him, but…

“I have to”, Feyre says. “I have to hunt.”

“No, you don’t. A small girl like you should stay with her family.”

“You don’t understand.” She steps closer, her bow still ready in her hand. “My family will starve if I don’t. I am doing all of this for them.”

The man breathes in, sharply, and she swears that she sees devastation in his eyes. “What?”

“My father can’t take care of us.” Why the words are spilling from her mouth like that, Feyre doesn’t know. “And my sisters are scared. I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them.”

The man stares at her.

“Are you going to hurt me?”, Feyre asks. She tries to hide that she is scared of that fae. She tries to pretend that she could shoot him, if she wanted.

He shakes his head, slowly. “Of course not.”

“What are you doing here, then? Shouldn’t fae be on the other side of the wall?”

The man smiles a bitter smile. “Usually, we should. But I…was allowed a little freedom today.”

“Are you a hunter, too?”

He closes his eyes. “I suppose.”

“Then you’re a little bit like me.”

“Well.” He laughs. “Not really. But I am doing this for my family, too. All of this.”

Feyre doesn’t know why, but for some strange reason, it makes her very happy that the man has a family. That he’s not alone.

“That’s good”, she smiles. “You should go be with them, not sit in the forest by yourself.”

He nods. “You’re right, of course. As should you.”

Feyre steps as close to him as she dares. The fae is very pretty, she realizes. All the older village girls would probably be in love with him. But he looks sad, she thinks, and she doesn’t know why, but it makes her heart ache a little. She wants him smiling.

“Here.” The fae nods his head and suddenly, a basket filled with bread and meat appears in the snow. “Take that home to your family. It should give you enough food to eat for the next few weeks. I can’t- I wish I could do more. But my hands are quite literally tied.”

“Is this some sort of trick?”, Feyre asks. “Some bargain? Some fairy magic?”

The fae shakes his head, a flicker of amusement on his face. “No bargain, little girl. Although I’m impressed you’re already so wary for your age.”

Feyre picks up the basket. This is better than the time she shot the rabbit. This is all of her birthdays combined. “Thank you- what’s your name?”

“Rhys”, he says, looking at his hands. “That’s what my friends call me.”

“That family you told me about?”

“Yes”, Rhys says softly. “My family.”

Feyre smiles at him. It comes so easy, the smile- because something deep inside her core tells her that she doesn’t need to be afraid of him. And she trusts that. “Thank you, Rhys. Your family is lucky to have you. You just saved mine today.”

He still looks so very sad. “Then that’s something”, he says hoarsely. “Before you go- one thing.”

And suddenly there are talons in her head, and she can’t move anymore.

“It’ll be over in a few moments”, Rhys says. “But I can’t let you remember me. She’ll find out, somehow. She’ll break you just for fun.”

Some white blanket is thrown over her mind, and the next second, Feyre finds herself alone in the woods.

What just happened? Why is she here?

Oh, yes- she remembers- the rich merchant who she met on her way here showed mercy and handed her the basket-

What on earth is she doing so close to the wall?

Feyre turns around and runs. Today is such a good day. She feels happy, not just because of the gift…but because of something else.

And maybe she can get through all of this.

Maybe she’ll find a way out of this someday.  

Rhys has never done something like this, but he forces himself to forget her. He pushes her image into the very, very back of his mind, he uses his magic on himself and forces himself to forget about that girl in the snow, that tiny, little huntress.

Because for some reason, he knows that she is important. For what, he doesn’t know. But he’ll do what it takes to keep her hidden from Amarantha.  

It makes him cry out in pain to use those talons on himself, but-

Rhys finds himself standing somewhere in the forest.

Why is he still here? He should go- hunt those Dawn fae down.

There’s a weird feeling of goodness in the back of his mind. Of happiness. And he remembers- that those he loves are out there. That somehow, someday, he’ll see them again. That there is a reason for everything.

He feels hope, and he doesn’t know why.

I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them, whispers a voice inside his head. He knows who said it-

A girl-

He can’t remember. But that feeling lingers.

That night, when Amarantha is on top of him, moving and moaning about how good this feels after a kill, all he can think is the clock is ticking, you bitch. You’ll go down soon. Someone will come and end you.

When she leaves him, he showers and washes her scent off him. Someone is out there, he thinks. Someone good. This world is not completely lost. And for some reason, he cares again. Cares about what happens. Cares about who wins. Suddenly, he wants to fight.

That night, he has the strangest dream. It’s a hand, unpacking a basket full of bread, apples and meat. A small hand; a child’s hands. But it makes him so inexplicably happy he thinks about that dream for days.

A few years later, when Rhysand has long forgotten about everything, he dreams of that same hand again.

Only this time that delicate, female hand is drawing flowers on a table.

And something inside Rhysand whispers, soon.

Soon.

Soon.

Words Speak Louder Than Actions

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: sexting, dirty talk, mention of the word “nut”, mentions of ass eating, no actual penetration, metal arm kink, flirting with a woman, masturbation

Word Count: 2234

bang this might be bad idk (p.s the gif has nothing to do w it lmao it probably would’ve gone better w shoot from the hip)

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Hit the Diamond
GIVE ME ALL THE RUBIEEEES!!!

The way that this episode had not only things I wished, but things I thought that would be pretty unlikely to happen makes it hard to believe that I’m not dreaming, somehow. At the beginning of this year I made a fancomic with lots of Rubies and had such a great time just by playing with the idea… I could never imagine that we would have such an anime-istic episode WITH THAT MANY RUBIES. AND SO MANY RUPPHIRE MOMENTS. The jokes were amazing, all other characters were just as incredible, DAMN. I’m so happy! 

[GOT7 Reacts] To their idol girlfriend being shipped with another member

request by a fab anon: Can you do a request where you are an girl idol and your relationship with one member is a secret to the public, but the fans ship you with another member. Sorry if that’s confusing :)

a/n: Sorrrrrryyyyyyy for the hiatus. I moved into a new apartment and shit went down with my boyfriend and it was a lot to handle. But sorry this took so long my love ~~~ JJ


Mark: The public saw you and Jackson together on a variety show and the familiarity between had fans shipping you and Jackson hard. It would make Mark jealous in a low-key way. He wouldn’t want to reveal your relationship because he’s said many times he won’t do that until he’s married but he would make sure in your private life to show you more affection than usual and probably make sure the two of you hang out alone together more than hanging out with all the members together especially trying to avoid situations where you’re left alone with Jackson even though he knows there’s nothing between you. “Hey, you still love me, right?”

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Jackson: Jaebum called you to do a duet on an Immortal song 2 with him since you were the only female vocalist he knew. Fans noticed your amazing chemistry which was really just your friendship but it didn’t stop them from creating cute ship names and hashtags about you. Jackson would be the most likely of the boys to announce his relationship with you. He would purposefully take you somewhere kind of busy and hold your hand or put his arm around you for photographers to see you are his. “Yeah she’s MY girlfriend look at her everyone”

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Jaebum: When you were cast as Jinyoung’s love interest in a new drama it was a bit awkward considering your relationship with JB but you and Jinyoung tried to keep it pretty professional. Fans immediately fell in love with your characters and extended that love to you and Jinyoung as a couple. Jaebum would be pretty annoyed with the whole situation. He would feel upset because he doesn’t want to reveal your relationship and risk losing everything but can’t stand seeing you being paired along with Jinyoung either. He would try to not let you see it’s bothering since none of this is really your fault “ Yah ______, it’s so funny I can’t believe they think you would date him” 

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Jinyoung: The paparazzi caught snaps of you and Youngjae walking your dogs together which sparked a scandal right away. Your agencies denied the rumours right away but fans kept shipping you anyways. To hide his jealousy Jinyoung would probably lecture you to make it seem he is watching for your best interest when really he seriously hates the idea of you being with anyone other than him. All the media attention towards you and Youngjae makes him a little self-conscious of the relationship though he tries to not let it show. “What were you two doing alone together anyways? ______-ah you’re both idols you know better.” 

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Youngjae: You and Bambam were spotted shopping together downtown and fans were quick to notice your similar outfit mistaking them for couple clothes. The shipping immediately begins online and Youngjae was really sad about it. He wished he could shop like that with you in public but he didn’t want to ruin the privacy of your relationship. He would mostly be upset with Bambam taking you out somewhere knowing well that something like this would be bound to happen. He would likely get all cute with you every time you’re alone “I don’t know why he always wants to go places with you alone _____-ah. I know he’s just your friend but it makes me jealous.”

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Bambam: Your friendship with Bambam and Yugyeom was pretty well known in the idol world. However, fans for some reason always thought it was you and Yugyeom who should end up together since you were always bickering. Bambam would try to drop sly hints about your relationship. Like every time you were on a program with them he would put a friendly arm around you or joke around with you a lot so that more fans ship you and him together. If dating rumours start about you and Bambam he would most likely Instagram a couple photo just with the caption “Yaaassss”

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Yugyeom: You and Mark were temporarily hosting After School Club together and fans quickly fell in love for your charm and visuals together making names like “visual couple” or “English couple”. Yugyeom would be the most jealous. He really wouldn’t like it and would be conflicted about whether to reveal your relationship. In private he would be half-annoyed with you but also trying to impress you with flowers and things to remind you that you are his. “Baby, sorry I’ve been so uptight. I’m just really crazy about you. And maybe it’s time everyone knew.” 

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anonymous asked:

which is your favourite mother daughter relationship on PLL?

To be honest, while I looove Mama Hastings, my favorite mother-daughter relationship would have to be Pam & Emily. Their relationship REALLY glowed up from when we first met them. Pam really came a long way! When we met her, she was: 

  • not accepting of the fact that Emily was gay
  • crying in pantries bc of Emaya playing footsie under the table 
  • snitching on Maya to her parents and getting her sent to camp in the middle of the school year

She was really creating obstacles and electric fences for her only child, pretty making life at home unbearable when she told Emily she felt “sick to her stomach” about her coming out.

Now, she has grown into a mother who loves Emily with all of her heart, ships Emison, and just wants the best for Emily at all times. Even with Wayne gone (which is still some BS) and Emily faking graduation pictures, she still shows her loving support for Emily through everything and just lives to see her happy.

I honestly wish I could see more of them! Also, Pam really looks/acts like she’s Emily’s mother lmao the casting of Pam and Wayne as Emily’s parents is wildly on point!

The Nature of Consciousness
(Alan Watts, 1960)

“So, say in Hindu mythology, they say that the world is the drama of God. (…)

Let’s suppose you were able, every night, to dream any dream you wanted to dream, and that you could for example have the power to dream in one night 75 years worth of time. Or any length of time you wanted to have.

And you would, naturally, as you began on this adventure of dreams, fulfill all your wishes. You would have every kind of pleasure you could conceive.

And after several nights of 75 years of total pleasure each, you would say ‘Well, that was pretty great. But now let’s have a surprise. Let’s have a dream which isn’t under control, where something is going to happen to me that I don’t know what it’s going to be.’

And you would dig that, and come out of it and say 'That was a close shave, now wasn’t it?’

Then you would get more and more adventurous, and you would make further and further gambles as to what you would dream, and finally you would dream where you are now. You would dream the dream of the life that you are actually living today.

That would be within the infinite multiplicity of the choices you would have. Of playing that you weren’t God. Because the whole nature of the godhead, according to this idea, is to play that he’s not. (…)

So in this idea, then, everybody is fundamentally the ultimate reality. Not God in a politically kingly sense, but God in the sense of being the self, the deep-down basic whatever there is.

And you’re all that, only you’re pretending you’re not. And it’s perfectly OK to pretend you’re not, to be perfectly convinced, because this is the whole notion of drama.”

Hey guys, it’s been a while… The thing is that I’ve been REALLY busy with college and stuffs. This means that I won’t be able to post as frequently as I wished I could, I’m really sorry. But to make up for it I’m posting this little doodle(ish) piece! I had a really good time doing it!

There’s Firepaw, my daughter Cinderpelt in all her beauty! Some sibling cuddle cus Feather and Storm are my fav sibling couple! And baby Littlecloud napping… cus I love him.

Also there’s me trying to deal with all the college bullshit at the top and a pretty accurate pic of me drawing this piece while listening to the Hamilton soundtrack… is like this to all many of the songs!

After The Maze - Thomas (Part Two of ‘Before The Maze’) [Smut]

Authors: @dumbass-stilinski and @writing-obrien

Character(s): Thomas/Reader, Minho, Newt, Teresa

Word Count: 4619

Notes: Y’all this sin was inspired by the Thomas fest yesterday, it was fabulous. We have fairly public sex & nudity, oral (both receiving), fingering and dirty talk.


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When We Collide (Part 22)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

”You’re still here? I thought you were supposed to be off at 5?” The confusion was clear on Nicole’s face when you glanced over your shoulder to see her stand in the door frame to your office. 

“I was supposed to.” You mumbled and wanted to roll your eyes. The work in front of you was insane, the pile was only growing bigger and you couldn’t see the finish line.

“But with Luke’s busy schedule and lack of planning he forgot to mention that I had to make 200 invitations for an event he has coming up soon. This means I will be staying here until the early hours of morning before I manage to finish any of this.” 

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The List

When Killian comes across a list that Emma made when she was a teenager things get awkward but then soon take a sexy turn!

Read more of my work on ao3 and FF!

Sorry that it took me so long to write this! I’ve had the craziest past two weeks. I struggle with chronic pain and it’s been on bitch of a week so focusing enough to write has been a struggle. I hope to have another story or update done this week! Let me know if you want me to continue with this story. I think it could be kind of fun to write another chapter! There sure is a lot of possibilities! This idea just kind of came to me. And I mean we all have a list… No? Just me? Okay… heheheh I hope you enjoy!

Rated M

“I think this is the last of it. Is this really all you own?” Killian questioned with a rather large box in hand, kicking the door shut with his foot before swaggering back to Emma. He set it down on the dining room table amongst the other boxes while she smiled endearingly up at him from the floor where she was sorting some old childhood photos and knick knacks.

“Yup, this is it. Seven boxes is the rest of my life. It’s mostly clothes anyways,” The blonde explained, ripping the tape off another package. Emma had just gotten the rest of her belongings out of storage from when she lived in New York from the missing year. She had meant to do it a lot sooner, but between her family, being sheriff again, and the newest threat the Snow Queen, getting her old sweaters and silverware were the least of her worries. She thought she would have to drive back into the city to get her possessions but she was able to get her old neighbor to mail them to her instead, making her life a lot easier. Killian had generously offered to help her unpack and sort her things allowing them to spend some much needed quality time together.

They had been officially dating for just a few weeks and things were surprisingly going very well. He had broke down her walls and proved to her and her family that he was worthy of their trust. Even her father had taken a shine to her new boyfriend. Emma was pulled from her train of thought when her phone rang. She quickly reached for it on the kitchen table before picking it up.

“Sheriff Swan,” She answered officially. “Oh, that was fast. Thanks I’ll be there in two minutes,” Emma responded with a delighted smile upon her face.

“Who was that, love?” Killian asked as he tore open another box with his hook. He really did look for any excuse to use that thing.

“It was Granny. Our food is ready to be picked up. I’ll be right back,” She told slinging her purse around her shoulder before heading for the door.

“Are you sure you don’t want be to come with you?” He replied walking towards her.

“No it’s okay. I’ll just be gone a second,” Emma smiled with a sarcastic twinkle in her eye. Leaning in she placed a chaste kiss to his lips before making her way back to the door.

“I’ll miss you,” Killian voiced, calling to his Swan. She flashed him a saucy grin, rolling her eyes at him.

“I’ll miss you, too,” Emma laughed, closing the loft door with a soft thud. Once his girlfriend had left he went back to his task of opening boxes and sorting their contents. He lifted a particularly heavy one onto the table, tearing the flaps open. The package was filled with a variety of books and what appeared to be journals.

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Honestly the people complaining about the people complaining about the fact that Dear Evan Hansen and it’s cast keep winning need to internalize for a moment and realize that if it were the other way around and Dear Evan Hansen didn’t win anything you would be freaking out twice as much. Dear Evan Hansen is alright, but we’re treating it like it’s the new Hamilton (which is an utter slap in the face to Hamilton). It’s sloppily written, starting off strong but making no sense by the end of the show, glossing over Evan’s supposed social anxiety and pretty much throwing it out the window. They rushed a fantastic concept and honestly I wish they hadn’t because DEH had the potential to be an amazing show. Meanwhile, other shows, much more complex and polished and filled with talent just as, if not more, deserving are being shoved aside to make room for an undeserved and honestly inexplicable hype over this unfortunate missed opportunity of a show. It’s loved for all it could have been and is not condemned for what it is. So please try to understand where we’re coming from when we’re upset that the same musical is taking every Tony award.

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Infinity Train Pilot

Cartoon Networks just released a new pilot. I’m pretty interested how it all takes place in a magical train

softer world sentence meme.

❛ we buried truth under playgrounds. ❜
❛ it’s hard to get rid of people who don’t know you hate them. ❜
❛ you make me want to pretend to be a better man. ❜
❛ those who can, do. those who can’t apparently run this fucking place. ❜
❛ live and learn, or die and teach by example. ❜
❛ there should be a word for the things we do not because we want to, but because we want to be the kind of person that wants to. ❜
❛ you won’t live forever in their memories. the way you treated them will. ❜
❛ one day i’ll be me. ❜
❛ nobody dies before their time. that’s what ‘ their time ’ means. ❜
❛ some people aren’t books, they’re poems. ❜
❛ there’s a darkness on the edge of town. ❜
❛ it’s time to make yourself proud and everyone else a little nervous. ❜
❛ i’m tired of being my best. ❜
❛ if i could have just one wish, i would probably screw it up. ❜
❛ my resolution this year is to buy a dog and practice loving something back. ❜
❛ you’re too pretty to stab me in the face with that knife. ❜
❛ can we be friends? i would try to be a good friend. ❜
❛ nothing matters at all. might as well be nice to people. ❜
❛ what sounds better? revenge or popcorn? ❜
❛ it is easier to ask forgiveness than permission. ❜
❛ i hear smashing glass in my head, every time i laugh. ❜
❛ i would sell my soul for a soul worth keeping. ❜
❛ follow your horrible little heart! ❜
❛ who has time for perfection? ❜
❛ i don’t believe each person has just one true love, but sometimes we don’t have enough time to find another. ❜
❛ i fought my way into this world. i’ll fight my way out. ❜
❛ you are never so low you deserve to be lower. ❜
❛ when you look down at people, don’t you want to help them up? ❜
❛ well, i don’t like any of those things, but i like you. ❜
❛ i’m the best there is at what i do, and what i do is think about my mistakes. ❜
❛ the worst person you can think of gets scared sometimes too. ❜
❛ everybody dies. every single person. so, style counts. ❜
❛ if poetry could describe the way you make me feel poetry would be illegal. ❜
❛ did it hurt? when you clawed your way up from the depths of hell? ❜

Falling to Pieces

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A/N: This wasn’t requested, I just really wanted to write this. I might take it down again, I don’t really know. 

Word count: 1,881

Falling to Pieces

I was lying curled up on the wide, empty bed, still feeling my body trembling. The room was dark and quiet, way too quiet. It was probably somewhere around four in the morning, but I wasn’t sure and frankly I couldn’t care less about it.

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