writing my mind

I need a few days off

of my daily struggles and stress so I’ve decided that while I’ll still be looking for a job, I’m taking a 5 days hiatus off school. In the mean time, I’ll try to get to all of my drafts and schedule them in my queue. 

I love yall and I missed you. Expect to see me online this week.

These assholes will be at your disposition the whole week <3

Three Words (Brad Simpson Imagine)

a cute imagine requested by @lonelyvamps

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I take a sip of my tea as I finish mixing some honey in. Just then, my phone rings. It’s Brad. I answer, “Hiya.”

“Hey, this may be random but I was wondering if you’d like to come to a party with me tonight?”

“Yeah sure. I’m free tonight.”

“Okay, I’ll pick you up around 7.”

“See you then.” Ooo this will be so much fun. Partying with Brad. I don’t think we’ve ever been to a party together before. I start getting ready so I don’t end up rushing.


I hear a knock on the door, open it and am astonished by Brad. He looks so fancy in his black dress pants and white button up.

“Wow. Now I feel underdressed.”

He laughs. “What you’re wearing is perfect and beautiful.” I blush.

We head to the party and I am blown away by the place. We’re at a boat pier.

“You didn’t tell me we’d be partying on a boat.”

“Must’ve forgotten to mention that. Actually, I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well it worked. What exactly are we celebrating?”

“You’ll see.” He smirks.

We walk out to the dock then get on the boat. Brad introduces me to the crew. I smile as I spot familiar faces. James, Tristan and Connor are here too.

As soon as the rest of the guests arrive, dinner is served. I’ve never eaten such extravagant meals before. I savor the incredible flavors of the food. I look over at Brad and he smiles.

We look up as James clinks his glass then stands. “I’m glad we could all be here tonight to celebrate before we release our third album this month. It’s such an amazing feeling to finally be releasing something that we’ve been working on for over a year now. Thanks to each and every one of you for believing in us, supporting us and working with us. Cheers!”

We clink our glasses together, take a sip then applaud. The night continues on with dessert, conversations and champagne.

“May I have this dance?” Brad asks, extending his hand to me.

“Why certaintly.” I place mine in his and he takes me to the dance floor.

I marvel at the atmosphere, the lights, the decorations, the light breeze – it’s so romantic.

Slow music starts to play so Brad leads the way. One hand on my waist, the other holding mine. I place my other hand on his shoulder and move in sync with him.

“So how’s your first party on a boat going?”

“Very well. I’m happy you brought me along. And the reason why we’re celebrating. Wow. This must be really exciting for you guys.”

“I’m happy you’re having a good time and that you said yes. It is. I hope the fans love it.”

“Anything you four make, they’ll surely love.”

He blushes. “Hey, I want to show you something”, Brad says as he motions towards a more private place.

We walk out to the edge of the boat. It’s a bit chiller here. I look out to the ocean and fall in love with the sight of the sun setting near the water.

“You wanted to show me the sun setting?”

“Not exactly.” He pauses to take a deep breath in.

“What is it?” I look at him, intrigued.

“We’ve been going out for quite some time and I’ve enjoyed every second of it. You are so wonderful. Whenever I’m not with you, I feel this deep pain in my chest. I haven’t felt that type of pain ever, so I asked myself why that is. Then I realized it’s because I love you.”

His eyes hold mine. Silence fills the air as I am left speechless.

“If you don’t feel that way, I’m so-”

“I do feel that way too, Brad. You just surprised me again.”

He lets out a sigh of relief. “You love me?”

“Yes, so much.”

He pulls me close, his hands wrapping around my waist. I lace my arms around his neck. Our lips gravitate together, expressing nothing but love. We just stay in this moment.

fruit facts

okay can we imagine this: 

Penelope, Morgan, Reid, and you decide to go to a farmers market, after Pen begging you all to join her. 

While you are there, of course Reid just spits out facts about fruits and vegetables. 

 "This mango looks so good!“ Penelope exclaimed, picking up the fruit for further examination. 

“Mangoes are actually related to cashews and pistachios.“ 

"You really do know something about everything.” Derek laughed, putting his arm across Penelope’s shoulder. 

“What about kiwis, pretty boy? Any fun facts about them?” Derek asked. 

“Male kiwi plants can pollinate up to eight female vines.” He blurted out. 

“Do you also watch fruit porn or something?” You asked, pushing him away slightly. 

“N-No, when I was young I read a book about fruits after going to a farmers market.” He explained, stumbling over his words. 

“My turn!” Penelope sung, searching the table for a fruit. 

“What about a durian?” He asked, tossing the fruit to Reid. 

“They can actually make your body temperature rise.” He said, placing the fruit back to its original place. 

“Last one.” You said, searching the shelves for another fruit. 

“One fact about a pineapple, go.” You said, grabbing a small piece of pineapple from a container that read ’samples’. 

 "I know a fact about those.“ Derek joked, a smile filling his face. 

"Ew!” Penelope and I said in unison. 

“Actually, that fact isn’t necessarily true. All the evidence for that anecdotal, and not scientific.” Reid said. 

“You couldn’t just let me have one, just one.” Derek groaned, pouting obnoxiously.

But do you know what’s absolutely beautiful? Falling in love with the same person over and over again, because it shows that you’re never done with loving them, it shows that you are loving them every second of the day despite everything.
—  The Art of Falling in Love // r.k
Empathy is the highest level of human interaction and understanding. Lay down the ego, bask only in love. Shut the eyes, see only the soul. Open the mind, let only peace dwell here. Let kindness be the guide, let empathy be the way.
—  k. e.
Dear, first love.
I do not know how it happened. I couldn’t even tell you when it happened. All I know is that I was completely in love with you but suddenly, it was over and my love started dissipating for you. Please understand, it didn’t just leave. I went through hell and back, not knowing how to deal with the love that you left behind. I thought it was something I’d never be able to get over. I was so overwhelmingly in love with you that I just couldn’t believe that we had no future together anymore and that was hard to swallow because there was a time where I once saw you as my entire future. My mind went astray with the thought of you during cold nights, wishing we were sharing body heat for one last time. It felt as though I’d never be able to erase your name from my memory. But something happened. Like I said, I don’t know when or how, or possibly even why, I just know that it stopped hurting. Your name didn’t feel like a sharp knife embedded into my heart, it faded away like a dull blur that I had trouble remembering. I could drink dark coffee without thinking how your lips tainted that very same mug once before. I was able to pass by the places that hold memories of past us laughing away into the night, with mexican food in our mouth and love in our eyes, with a smile. There was no longer any sadness that used to drain my entire body with heaviness when my thoughts ran through these memories like wildfire. Just an acknowledgement that we were in each other’s lives at one point of time in this universe. I’m no longer sad about us anymore. Truth is, if we were meant to be, we would have been. It’s just a shame that we were lessons rather than the real thing because had we learnt our lessons before meeting each other, we could have been the real thing, you know? The big love that everyone talks about. All of the movies, songs and poems about love; we would have been the epitome of love itself. I truly believe that. But I am happy that we happened. Because I now know how it truly feels to love someone and to have it taken away from you. It’s given me the biggest lessons of my life. I now know when to admit when I’m wrong, how to support someone when they need you to, how to not hold back in love just because you’re scared of the outcome and most importantly, how to love someone without wanting anything in return. Just for the complete sake of loving them.
God, I’m scared. I’ve met someone new and I’m terrified of messing it up. But this time around, I’m not holding back. I have a heart full of love and this time, I’m going to do it right. So thank you for being a part of my life. Thank you for the lessons and thank you for teaching me how to love somebody properly. Goodbye, first love. Hello, my last love (hopefully).

i hope pidge finds a cute space girlfriend who is really happy to hear pidge infodump about all kinds of tech and how cool it is and how it all works. this happens all the time. like every single day and pidge just rambles on and on and thinks her gf is just listening but not paying attention

but then one day pidge and hunk are helping coran with some kind of device. and pidge’s gf comes in and just stares at what they are doing for a while. after a few minutes she suggests something to make the device work better. pidge, who was been focused on trying to find the right length of cable wire, lifts her head and stares at her gf incredulously

gf: what?

pidge: how did you know that would work?

gf: well last week you mentioned something about types of power sources and i thought it might work 

and pidge realizes that her gf hadn’t just been listening but also learning from her and cue the star and heart eyes and fluff

10

“You people, incapable of accepting the world as it is,” says the man to whom the world handed everything.

random aus i havent seen
  • ‘you are sitting next to me at the doctors watching me freak out. oh, i just am deathly afraid of needles and need to get a shot’ AU

  • ‘i’m a librarian and i see you have a bunch of books about depression and suicide in your hand, hey buddy, want to talk to someone? i’m here if you need me’ AU

  • ‘you are talking to yourself in a silent library about how much you hate studying and how you are going to fail. need help there? i just so happen to major in that subject. oh shit, you’re really cute’ AU

  • ‘you play guitar every day during our lunch hour and no one knows what song it is but I do and i love that band, lets talk about how amazing they are.’ AU

  • ‘i have a garage sale every year at the same time and you always show up but never buy anything and just flirt with me but i have never seen you any other place’ AU

  • ‘i’m in a band and i jumped into the crowd but no one caught me and i accidentally crushed you oh my god im so sorry here come backstage to rest. wow, you’re actually really cute’ AU

  • ‘you’ve been in Bed, Bath and Body Works for hours everyday and all you do is smell everything’ AU

  • ‘i met you on social media but we both don’t speak well in each others languages, wow i really like you and need to figure this out’ AU

  • ‘i’m a guest on your talk show and you’re flirting with me, do you do this with everyone? oh your audience is swooning over us, sure, i’ll come back on your show soon’ AU

  • ‘i collect snowglobes and i just need one more from your country, you own an antique store, wanna help me find it? oh shit i forgot you don’t really speak my language’ AU

  • ‘i’m the principal of this school and you’re an administrator and you catch all the kids trying to sneak off and send them to me. i’m impressed and you’re also really hot in that vest.’ AU

  • ‘you write amazing fanfiction on tumblr and i send you anon messages everyday. oh shit, that wasn’t on anon, my cover’s blown. well, may as well message you and talk about how much i love [insert ship here]’ AU

anonymous asked:

Okay, so here I am, an innocent lurker, having just found this blog, when I see: "what if the skywalkers were cthulu-type monsters." excuse me??? please elaborate you just wrote that and nothing else im dying ex p la i n y o ur s el f

  • The Force is everything that ever was and ever will be, every storm and every silence, the hunting krayk dragon and cowering bantha calf: it is huge, all-consuming, completely inhuman. How, then, could its children be anything short of monstrous? (Wonders, yes. But monsters all the same.)
  • Anakin Skywalker is boy-shaped, but Obi Wan cannot bear to look at him. 
  • A clarification: he can look at him with his human eyes; but he must clamp down the extra eyes his Force-sensitivity gives him, because when he doesn’t – well. The first time he met the boy he hadn’t closed those eyes; he’d open them, wide and curious and seen –
    • teeth and claws and roiling shadows, a slipslide of features and starfire, the white blur of warpspeed and it hurts –
  • Anakin Skywalker is the son of the Force, half human and half something extraordinary. There’s a reason the Jedi don’t like him, why Yoda mistrusts him; they all have to close their extra eyes around him; and even when they’re white-knuckled with effort, clamping down so the Force can’t so much as whisper to them (and that hurts Jedi, of course it does, it runs counter to all their training about opening up and trusting in the Force) and even then they still feel the velvet quiver of unseen limbs over their skin. 
  • And more. And worse. When he is angry – which is often – his shadow warps into something awful, and even the least Force-sensitive being quails at the profound wrongness of the sight. His features warp and melt, teeth spiralling out from his pupils, his mouth cracks open wide, his tongue growing scales and feathers and catching fire and he smiles, oh how he smiles and –
    • nothing like him should exist and
    • and you blink, lose the moment, he’s just a young man glowering at you, and his shadow is the same, but the memory of that horror is seared into the back of your brain.
  • It is no surprise that Padme dies in childbed. 
  • The first child’s cry makes Obi Wan’s bones rattle. It – you could not call it anything but an it – is a twisting, squirming mess of light and dark. There’s a wing, a thorned branch: you cannot focus on it. You cannot pin a shape to it. Obi Wan wants to run away, run and never look back. But the Med Droid is offering it to him; and it is a child, of a sort; and Obi Wan takes it, and it coalesces into a soft pink baby girl. He places it – her – against Padme’s white breast. Padme cradles it. “She’s beautiful.”
  • The second is just the same: pushed out like any human baby, but a roling mess of lightening and thick syrupy cloud, one moment tentacled and the next furred, pure power condensed. Obi Wan takes it in his arms and it solidifies into another fat baby, small and squalling. 
  • He’s not like the other babies, Luke Skywalker. He’s a funny one. When he smiles, you have the sudden absurd impulse that he’s got too many teeth for his face. His hair is corn-gold, but when you see it out of the corner of your eye you swear that it isn’t hair at all, but fire and teeth. Looking at him too long is like staring into the sun. 
  • The other children are scared of him, Behu says to Owen, once. And Owen says: children always know. And Behu says: he isn’t a bad kid. Owen says: he’s a wonder. And that’s the problem. 
  • Jabba’s goons go to the Lars farm to collect water once. Only once. They return to Jabba’s palace gibbering nonsense, with their eyes burned out. Both mumble something about there’s something wrong with the boy and then jump into the ragnar pit. 
  • Don’t do that again, says Owen, but he hugs his nephew all the same, pulls him close, kisses his temple. He feels something hot-cold run over his spine, like something far larger than the child is trying to embrace him back. That night, Behu runs her fingers over the new white scartissue on her husband’s back, and says, he’s a good kid. Owen says, I know.
  • If I was there I could have saved them, Luke says to Ben Kenobi, years later, and in that moment he has a thousand thousand eyes and all of them are burning, and he has no limbs but a dozen wings bearing him aloft, and each feather is molten gold and each feather drips blood. Ben thinks of Anakin, screws his Force-sensitivity closed. Luke is a monster. A wonder. But first and foremost he is a boy, and he is grieving. 
    • Ben Kenobi holds him while he weeps. 
  • When Leia comes, she turns into a celestial horror with more teeth than Han cares to count. “Huh,” he says, after their first time. She’s so little in his arms, but so vast. He feels something gentle his back. He says, “Next time, I’ll wear a blindfold, princess. Don’t want to blind me, do you? Then I won’t be able to see when you’re doing stupid shit.” She titters, presses her face into the curve of his neck. 
    • Love comes to everyone, including monsters. 
Say it out loud: I will admire myself

I will bring out the best in me:
I will give all I want to see
I will evermore stay true to myself:
I will do that in nobody’s behalf

I will embrace my own flaws:
I will press, once I need it, pause
I will make sure to play my cards right:
I will press play when I’m feeling light

I will never forget what makes me valued:
I will forget about the negative “you should"s
I will amplify my talents and my ability:
I will accept my lacks for its fragility

I will show myself a smile in the mirror:
I will forgive the one I am for every error
I will have my own tempo, fast or slow:
I will face what’s coming: learn and grow


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  • Annabeth: "Knowledge" is knowing that a tomato is a fruit; "wisdom" is not putting it in a fruit salad.
  • Piper: That was deep.
  • Leo: "Philosophy" is wondering if that means ketchup is a smoothie.
  • Jason: That was deeper.
  • Percy: "Common sense" is knowing that ketchup isn’t a damn smoothie, you nasties.
Long Way Down // Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: A little bit of everything really


The end had finally come and despite the amount of time you spent preparing for it, it still felt like a punch in your stomach. The knot in your throat was painful and your lungs still struggled for air to breathe. Tears clouded your eyes and turned your vision blurry until his face was unrecognizable.

“You’re a coward,” you cried. “A fucking coward!”

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My favorite thing about you is how that laugh can brighten the night sky.
My favorite thing about us is how well we fit together, I can lay with you all day.
My favorite thing about you is the way kids fall in love with you so easily, kinda like I did.
My favorite thing about us is the way we stay up till dawn just talking about anything, absolutely anything.
My favorite thing about me is how I became a better person from the day I met you.
Meet me in Montauk.
Sometimes we try so hard to forget people that they unintentionally etch into our minds forever.
When you spend a lot of time scrubbing out a stain, you’re bound to remember it’s shape.
It’s where the sea meets the sand, even though the sand has been there the whole time and it always will be and it never goes away.
Nestled under the lapping waves for an eternity, not unlike that of the smiles shared on that beach in late July when you thought you’d feel this way forever.
But by August first it was over.
And you began scrubbing the stains.
And so it goes.
It’s far enough from the gentle anarchy of piss soaked streets squeezed between the ebb and flow of skyscrapers.
And the ant people they told you you’d never fit in with.
But colonize me and call it home.
‘I don’t want you to fall in love with me.’
Even these words were music to your fifteen year old ears because you hadn’t the faintest clue what love was but you knew you loved them.
The worst part of it all is that we try so hard to forget people who never cleared space on their memory cards because they weren’t ready for us.
Sometimes we are not ready for ourselves.
Meet me in Montauk.
—  a poem inspired in part by eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, ‘montauk’ by sarah kay, and my own never ending desire to understand
My Thoughts on Bughead as the Anchor Couple

So these are my hopes for and thoughts on Bughead as Riverdale continues to evolve.

First is that my dearest wish is for the writers to prioritize characterization over plot and I think that with Bughead they’ve really entwined them together well. The way that we’ve seen their relationship evolve so far is these two characters, who have also been childhood friends, deepen the trust and support that has already been there. The plot and these circumstances have pushed them together in a way i don’t think they’ve ever expected but I think that it works with the characters, how they’ve been written and how they’re portrayed by Lili and Cole. I have my fingers crossed that they will continue to write them well. (please let them continue to write them well).

My hopes for Bughead in the future are that they are endgame, yes. But I want more than just endgame for Bughead. I want them to be the Anchor Couple.

A lot of this argument relies on this “Anchor Couple” theory that I first read from @jbuffyangel. I think it’s such a beautiful thing and so relevant that I hope you don’t mind me applying it to Bughead.

What I mean by the “Anchor Couple” is that I want them to be the couple that stays together, that fights through their difficulties together, that loves each other through their issues no matter what. Maybe they have drama but ultimately they’re pretty steady.

“But Kiki,” you say, “This is a CW show. Those kinds of couples don’t exist. Of course we want them to but we all know all the couples do is fight and break up and get back together.”

But see here’s the thing: you need BALANCE.

And Riverdale has the right recipe to provide that balance.  

Jen uses the example of Ross/Rachel and Monica/Chandler. Monica/Chandler were the Anchor Couple. I’m going to provide an excerpt from her because she can say it so much better than I can.

“I think the only reason Ross and Rachel will they/won’t they was tolerable was because of Monica and Chandler. Ross and Rachel were the main couple, but Monica and Chandler were the anchor couple. Their stability gave fans a safe harbor. They were the calm waters and Ross and Rachel were the stormy seas. You need balance in a story. Too much stability and fans get bored. Too much drama and you exhaust their patience. Ross/Rachel and Monica/Chandler balanced each other.”

That’s EXACTLY what I want for Riverdale, for Bughead, and ultimately for Archie and Veronica.

Let Archie be the drama magnet. Let him have ALL the relationship drama. He’s doing well so far on the drama scale with Grundy, Valerie, Veronica, and yes, Betty. You can play out his relationship drama with Valerie and Veronica and Cheryl and [insert other random girl from the comics here] for AGES.

If you have Archie having relationship troubles all the time (which he WILL) AND you have Bughead having relationship troubles all the time, it’ll get exhausting.

LET BUGHEAD BE THE ANCHOR.

Look at Monica and Chandler. They were still weird. They still fought. They were still their own characters. But they loved each other, and they helped each other through their issues.

Let Bughead be like them. Let them fight, let them go through difficult times, let them falter, but don’t lose who they are as characters to fuel some unnecessary drama plot. 

Let them be the safe haven, the calm in the storm, the balancing act for the show and for each other.