writing saying

i wish i had a magnifying glass.

for what?

so i can take a closer
look at things.

what kind of things?

like. 
the broken spines of pavements
that have flowers growing
out of them. and also the ones that don’t
so i learn a thing or two
about not falling into pieces.

like.
the wings of a bee
because they always look like
they’re floating and i’m wondering
if that’s how you feel when
you are in love. like your body
just gravitates towards
everything sweet. 

like. 
your heart.

—  A.Y. // THE THINGS WE SAY
I try to write every day. It’s a bit of a commitment, but it makes me feel good. I need to be able to say what I need to say and sort out my thoughts. Writing is an attempt to tame whatever wildness consumes me that day. It’s an expression that I hope I’ll never lose. It’s necessary.
—  10:35pm thoughts// it’s about time this post isn’t about a boy
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Charlotte: Characters

↳Sala Shane

The people who left you did not understand how to love you. This does not mean you are unloveable. It means not everyone is equipped to handle the extraordinary.
—  Nikita Gill, Truths about You

ok i desperately hope that fic exists where percy is a tired ministry of magic worker after the war and after his daughters go to hogwarts he has trouble seeing the point to it all anymore so he calls it quits and after idk visiting them or something he remembers the feeling he had going to hogwarts, making prefect, making head boy, having some small semblance of power and control and the ability to make a real difference, to be important again, and he’s suddenly blinded with desire, with the sense that maybe he was on the wrong path all along.

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She is under no obligation to look beautiful to you. She is already beautiful, her smile already breaks hearts, her eyes already shine brighter than stars, her soul already burns with passion and the intensity of a thousand forest fires and her heart already blazes like a comet. But you are looking at her so superficially, you just can’t see it.
—  Nikita Gill

“Would you pass the salt, honey?”

“What?”

“What?”

Dean looks up from his food and glances between his brother and Cas. “What?”

“You called Cas ‘honey,’” Sam says.

“Yeah, and?” Dean shrugs at Cas, who is staring back at him like he’s trying to figure out who he is and what he did with Dean.

“You’ve never called me honey before.”

“All right, what’s the big deal? We’ve been dating almost two years and it’s weird if I call you pet names?”

“Yes,” Cas and Sam say in unison.

Dean tightens his grip on his fork and looks back down at his food. “Would you please pass the salt, Castiel?”

The salt slides over to him.

Surprising No One

Are we still doing things for phantomrose96‘s ‘it’s not gay if he’s dead’ thing TOO LATE DID IT ANYWAY

Tucker clinically scrolled through his phone as he noisily sipped from his mixed soda-fountain concoction. “It’s official, dude: half of the school wants to jump your bones.”

Danny slammed his head on their usual booth’s table. “This is it. This is what finally destroys me. Move over Ghost King, it’s my real nemesis: necrophilic memes.” 

Homoerotic necrophillic memes,” Tucker corrected him.

Thank you, Tucker.”

“I got ya, dude,” he went back to his phone and noisy straw sucking.

“I’m honestly surprised something like this didn’t happen sooner,” Sam said. “You’ve been flying around in a skintight black jumpsuit for the past three years saving a bunch of hormonal teenagers like a real-life superhero. What did you think was going to happen?”

“I dunno. A fan club, some webcomics, girls with my face on their shirts? I wasn’t really thinking of that in the middle of stopping all the murder-happy ghosts trying to- wait is my jumpsuit really that tight?”

Sam told Tucker. “Break it to him gently.”

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Barista!Ashton who worked behind the register at your local Starbucks, his long curly hair tied up neatly and hidden beneath his uniform cap, the small bun sticking out of the back. He greeted you every morning on your routine coffee run, dimples flashing beside his bright smile as he asked if you wanted your usual. You’d nod and wait as he made your drink, calling your name after a couple of minutes and handing you your drink. You’d take it from his hands with a grateful smile and walk away, only to find he’d spelled your name wrong. Again. Somehow Ashton managed to come up with a completely new spelling of your name for the past two weeks of coffee orders, no matter how easy you thought your name was to spell. What you didn’t know was that Ashton knew exactly how to spell your name. But he’d been hoping since the day you walked into his shop - with your hair up in a messy ponytail, wearing an old T-shirt and sweatpants, seemingly in a rush to get somewhere, and gasping out your order - that you’d stick around longer to talk to him. So one day when you finally came back to tell him the correct way to spell your name he only shrugged and said “I know.” You looked at him confused and he giggled a bit nervously. “Got you to stay and chat, didn’t I?” You’d feel your cheeks instantly blush and you couldn’t help the cheeky grin that stretched across your lips when he asked if he could text you sometime. Without hesitation you grabbed a small square napkin and the eyeliner from your bag and scribbled down your number, sliding it towards the cute and smiley barista behind the counter. “Don’t expect awesome spelling,” he winked. 

 For anarchyaustralia and wherekatewritesthings’ barista!5sos blurb night :)

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That’s all you need, boys. (x)

Thoughts on Alec Hardison

If there’s anyone on the Leverage team I’d be IRL friends with, it’d be Hardison. He is just such an amazing ball of sunshine and happiness, I think flowers bloom just from the radiance of his grin. He’s awkward and nerdy and unapologetically enthusiastic about the things he likes. He’s also really creative, something which is swept under the rug sometimes and which even the team doesn’t appreciate as much.

A lot of computergeeks are portrayed as cold, stoic types with purely analytical minds and no interest in the “softer” subjects, but Hardison has no time for those stereotypes. Can he type with the speed of thought? Heck yeah! But he can also use those hands to paint a damn realistic Old Nate. Is his brain wired to read code like it’s the newspaper? Sure! But he can also come up with insanely intricate backstories for the cons (much to his partners’ chagrin). I bet he tells the best stories too (with Sophie being a very close second).

He’s also the one who designs the costumes and pays attention to interior decoration (bring a plant!). He builds robots, and also composes music. I hope he picked up playing the violin again too.