you can cry of how perfect it fits

Starters | Serial Killer

“Now, is there really a need for all that screaming?” 

“You’re a smart one, aren’t you? Tell me, how much blood can a human lose before dying?” 

“This is one of my favorites, do you know what it does? Why, I’ll demonstrate.” 

“You can’t get away from me, you’ll never get away from me!” 

“Go on, I love a good chase! It gets the heart racing!” 

“I must say, you put up a good fight. Some of this blood is mine!” 

“Oh, don’t cry. You’ll be so beautiful, soon. I’ll immortalize you in my collection.” 

“Which limb would you like to lose first?” 

“You’re so fucking smug, you deserve a death that’s fitting.” 

“I finally caught you, isn’t it exciting? You’ve evaded me for longer than anyone else!” 

“I love you, how else was I going to keep you? No one else can have you!” 

“I like stringing my prizes up. You do look so helpless, like that.” 

“Ssh, just breathe. The rope isn’t even tight, yet!” 

“You really are as twisted as I am. Aren’t we a perfect match?” 

“You look best in red.” 

“Did you think you could outsmart me? My dear, I’ve been doing this for a long time.” 

“You young ones always squirm so much!” 

“I don’t tolerate escape attempts. I will break your legs.” 

“I’ve been watching you for a long time…you’ve made me wait. But, it was worth it.” 

“Go on, then! What’s your plan? Bargaining, begging, threatening? Maybe try to psychoanalyze me?”

“Snow White is wea-”

Originally posted by samisoffthewall

Snow White lost both of her parents and was fourteen when she was told that the only family she had left, her stepmother, wanted her dead for being fair. Even through all this, when she prays at her bedside, she prays for the dwarves, particularly for Grumpy to like her. So what she wanted a man? That was her only source of happiness after being hunted after by her stepmother for being fair. Not only that, but she orders the dwarves around.

“Elsa is angr-”

Originally posted by realhousewivesofatlanta

Elsa was born with powers that no one else had, instantly making her feel like an outsider. Then, said powers almost killed her sister, a traumatic event. Her parents didn’t help, saying they were dangerous, something to be feared, and thus Elsa’s hatred of her powers (and herself) grew. Note: when they are grown up at the end of ‘Do You Want To Build A Snowman?’ , Elsa is wearing black. She was so scared of herself, that she couldn’t bring herself to go to her parents’ funeral. Then she is instantly flung with the responsibility of being queen and running a country. She was scared. Next thing she knows, she’s being called a monster, people are trying to kill her, and worst of all she hurts her sister again. Elsa wasn’t “”angry””. She was irritated, confused, scared, and upset. “But the scene with Marshmallow” I hear you cry. Elsa had a panic attack. A panic attack is not rocking back and forth. It can be fits of anger. Voila! Not to mention, Elsa then fought through a cold to try and make Anna’s birthday perfect. She isn’t angry, she’s a flawed character. And that’s why I love her.

“Ariel is an idiot who changed herself for a ma-”

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I don’t know how many times this has been said, but Ariel wanted to go to the land before Eric. That’s what ‘Part of Your World’ is about! Ursula just used Eric to finally convince Ariel to take part of her deal. And who cares if she wanted a man? She was sixteen. I know when I was sixteen, I was daydreaming about finding my own “prince” (not that everyone is, which is absolutely okay!) And she stuffed up. And that’s perfectly okay. It doesn’t make her a terrible character. It makes her a naive sixteen year old. The princesses aren’t all perfect characters who have to only do good things. Not to mention, Hercules gave up being a god for a girl! But no one is calling him weak, are they?

“Beauty and the Beast is about Stock-”

I really don’t need to explain this again. There is a fantastic analysis of why this is absolute garbage, which you can find here (x)

I could keep going with the rebuttals, but I would be here for hours. Thus, I’ve only done the most popular/most common “criticisms”. These criticisms can easily be seen as false if one would just watch the films. Not saying that the princesses don’t have faults, but these most commonly mentioned ones are not them.


I’m just going to put this here because I can’t afford starting another playlist when I have so many unfinished, but this song is killing me a bit more each time I listen to it.

Just Deacon, ok?

Deacon before meeting and getting close to the sole survivor (be it as friends or also lovers), 
Deacon after Barbara,
Deacon that gives up on himself in favour of Deacon - the gear in the grand mechanism that is the Railroad,
Deacon as he witnesses loss after loss inside the Railroad,
Deacon that believes he’s not worthy of redemption, 
And yet Deacon that still hopes for redemption, because at times you can see it between the cracks of the mess he is now, the optimism of the person he used to be, 
Deacon and this conflicting nature of his that makes him such a complex character.

I am crying here at how much I think this song fits his ‘pre-sole survivor’ chapter. So please, any sole survivor out there, please treat him well, because he doesn’t show it through that well feigned indifference, but he’s an idealist, and idealists break easily, and he’s there, at the very edge. 

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This playlist project is a collaboration between ME, and the lovely KRYSTAL TSUKI, who has made the graphics ♥ ★

The songs in this playlist are picked by ItaSasu fans together. I want to say thank you to everyone, including some shy anons, who came up with suggestions! I added my favorite songs that I think fits them, and completed the list.
The order of the songs is chosen to depict their change of relationship, from the beginning (love/hatred) to the end (love and sorrow), showing both Itachi's and Sasuke's perspective.
★ Enjoy, fellow ItaSasu fans! ★



With You Reanimation Remix – Linkin Park
Falling Inside the Black – Skillet
Look In My Eyes – Rains
I Hate Everything About You – Three Days Grace
Had Enough – Breaking Benjamin
Liars and Monsters – Escape The Fate
Yours Again – Red
All That I'm Living For – Evanescence
Behind The Mask – Escape The Fate
Apologize (Original version) – OneRepublic
Carnival of Rust - Poets of the Fall
Forgiven – Relient K
Undisclosed Desires– Muse
Call Me - Shinedown
Sorry – Chris Daughtry
No Matter What – Papa Roach
World Around Me - Escape The Fate
Break In- Halestorm
Safe and Sound - Sheryl Crow
Still - Ana Johnsson
Run – Snow Patrol
So Far Away – Avenged Sevenfold
Picture Perfect – Escape The Fate
There is a Light that Never Goes Out – The Smiths
Dearly Beloved Orchestra Version -(Kingdom Hearts)
I See You - Leona Lewis
Sweet Uchihacest (Bonus)


Back to December // Dylan O’Brien

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Prompt: “I’d wish go back to December”

Imagine bassed on Back to December by Taylor Swift

Word count: 648

A/N: English is not my first language so I’m sorry for grammatical errors it can have. I did my best to write this. Please, don’t be rude.

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I took seat in the small armchair which was situated in front of a table. There was him, as perfect as always, his black hair accommodated perfectly, his dazzling smile, everything in him continuated being the same.

He sat in front of me, looking at me sadly, despite everything I was to blame,

“Why did you want to see me?” he asked

“I just want to say sorry” I whispered

“Come on (Y/N) after all this time you want to apologize? It’s absurd”

“Listen Dylan, I am swallowing my pride, okay? So be quiet and listen. You gave me your love, and I was so stupid that I rejected it. I’m sorry for not calling on your birthday, for letting the rosses that you gave me will wither. Do you remember the summer we spent together?”

He nodded.

“It was the best summer of my life” I stated “When the autumn came, you were making me spinning around while the dry leaves were falling down on us”

“All of that is past time (Y/N) I don’t know why you’re sorry if was you who ended up all of that” he said sadly

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Theo James imagine


It was the happiest day of my life until she showed up. Theo and I had the perfect wedding and what was the perfect reception. Everything , including me, looked perfect and no paparazzi came to ruin it.

But just as Theo and I ended our fist dance one of his psycho exs came through the door throwing a fit.

For a second he stood there jaw dropped. I was ready to cry and yell all at once.

“Theo James! How can you marry this girl?!” His ex yelled, “after all we’ve been through, she isn’t even pretty ?” Blah blah blah that’s all I heard basically.

By that point Theo had snapped out of it. “Listen, you need to leave right now… We’ve been apart for like three years, time to move on.” When she didn’t leave he tried again, “but if you really cared you would leave and not cause a scene on my wedding day…”

At that point I stepped in, “listen, honey, it’s too late, we’re already married. It’s a done deal, he doesn’t love you okay? So leave. Go ruin someone else’s day because you aren’t ruining mine.”

I apparently stunned her into leaving because she stood there opening and closing her mouth like a fish before finally turning to leave.

Theo came up and hugged me, “so sorry baby.”

“It doesn’t matter, I have you and she left. Let’s enjoy the rest of our day.”

“Deal,” he bent down to kiss me and everyone cheered.


“Don’t worry about the fact
That people have hurt you
For I went through the same

I felt no pain
So get over it”

It’s not the same
I’ve felt this all my life
You kept me home for five years longer
Than almost any mother or father
And I don’t know how to act
Because of that

Don’t tell me it’s okay
When I’ve searched for belonging
All my life
All my life I’ve wanted to be
Someplace I fit in
Where I’m not kicked out for crying
Or for not quite being perfect
Or enough of a mistake

Don’t tell me I’m fine
If pain is relative
You’re not in my mind
And I have tried to speak that mind
Yet you chose to be blind
How can you deny
The pain in my eyes

I was ostracized
To you it didn’t matter
Our values differ
But that doesn’t mean
That when it came to me
It wouldn’t hurt
Or burn like hellfire

Jesschan wrote in her tags under my edit something which caught my attention: 

#suspicious how snugly Aomine fits inbetween Kagami’s legs



Even when they are drawn separately, their bodies still fit with each other’s.

Goodbye world, I’m done.

I Have You {Modern-verse} (a oneshot for rogue-one-aviator)

Everything was coming together.

He and Baze had been together for some time now and they’d been married coming up on a year now. Naturally, the next step they’d been considering was starting a family. It was something they’d been talking about on and off for a few years but shortly after they’d tied the knot they’d put in their application. Since then it had been the waiting game, long and torturous. Even once they’d been approved; it was still a matter of waiting to be matched with a child.

They’d also applied for a guide dog.  It seemed like a logical enough idea. After all, it would be extraordinarily helpful for Chirrut. He was proficient with his cane, but that didn’t mean he didn’t still frequently face difficulty in getting around by himself. And if there was something he liked, it was his independence, regardless of how grateful he was for Baze’s help in his everyday life.

It would be nice, they had mused one night as they curled up in front of the fire, Chirrut’s head resting over Baze’s chest, listening to his heartbeat, to have their own little family. They’d already begun fixing up a room. Fairly neutral for the time being, until the time came that they were matched with a child and able to tailor it to suit their tastes, but Chirrut had insisted on preparing the moment they’d been approved, his excitement palpable.

Finally, after six months of being approved, they’d been matched. A young boy of seven, known as Bodhi. He’d been in the foster care system since the age of three, bounced back and forth a bit between various homes and they were currently looking for a long term foster home for him, preferentially one that might lead to adoption.

Chirrut knew he was perfect immediately.

And so, they first met their soon-to-be son on a rainy Tuesday afternoon at the orphanage. They’d arrived early, been shown into a room and a few minutes later, the little boy had been brought in and Baze had understood Chirrut’s immediate decision. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but he knew there and then that this boy was going to be part of their family.

He was small, skinny, with lengthy dark hair and big brown eyes that looked up at them widely. Silently he watched them, chewing on his thumb. Baze watched as the boy’s eyes raked over him, before switching to his partner and pausing. It was the usual reaction to Chirrut’s eyes, but at least the boy seemed to look more curious than unnerved and he quickly moved on to gawking at the cane in Chirrut’s hand. While he seemed a little nervous, his curiosity was definitely getting the better of him.

Chirrut seemed to sense this, crouching down in front of the boy and offering him a small smile.

“Hello Bodhi. My name is Chirrut and this is my husband Baze.”


After several more visits and slowly getting to know the boy and what he likes- planes, stuffed toys and action figures of superheroes- they’re given the date of when he can come home with them for good and their home is a frantic flurry of activity as they finish preparing his room- and Chirrut has so many ideas that they need to sit down and go through them until they’re certain of what they’re doing.

The walls are mainly a sky blue, with clouds littered here and there, and on the main wall, there are a multitude of red planes, with one large one in particular soaring down into the bottom corner, and there, spelled out in the smoke is Bodhi’s name. The rest of the colour scheme matches and there are any gods amount of action figures and stuffed toys as well. So perhaps they’ve gone a little overboard, but nothing is too good for their little family. They’d turned down the idea of making the actual bed look like a plane- perhaps when he was a bit older- but that hadn’t stopped Baze from constructing a few things himself to add the appropriate finishing touches.

Then, once again, the wait.

It’s considerably different this time, given that it’s just the wait for the social worker to arrive with their son- their son, Baze keeps saying the words over and over in his mind because it’s still sinking in- but that doesn’t stop Chirrut from being horrifically impatient, sitting there tapping his fingers against the edge of his cane. It takes Baze wrapping an arm around him and murmuring soft reassurances in his ear to soothe him.

At least until the doorbell rings.

They both stand up, before realising they probably shouldn’t crowd the poor boy and Chirrut slowly sits again, allowing Baze to answer the door to the social worker who has little Bodhi by the hand. The small boy has a bag that’s almost as tall as him, not that that’s overly difficult and an expression on his face that’s a mixture between nervous and hopeful.

He understands that perfectly.

He ushers them on into the living room, smiling softly at seeing how Chirrut’s face lights up when the boy walks into the room. He can tell Bodhi notices it too, judging by the momentary pause before a shy smile creeps over his face and his heart swells. It only truly sinks in though when the social worker bids them goodbye and leaves, promising to be back to check up on them in a few weeks, and they’re left alone, that they have a son now.

“Would you like to see your room, Bodhi? We can get some of your things unpacked and then maybe get some food?” Chirrut suggests in a soft voice and the boy nods, waiting for the blind man to stand up before slipping off the sofa and following him up the stairs. Baze takes the rear, carrying the bag for Bodhi, even though it doesn’t exactly weigh much.

“Now, close your eyes so it’s a surprise,” Chirrut chuckles softly and Bodhi blinks before reluctantly doing so, an action that brings forth a chuckle from Baze as he pushes the door open and nudges the boy forward a few steps.

“You can open them now.”

And in that moment, when Bodhi first opens his eyes and Chirrut hears the gasp ring through the room, he knows all the hard work has paid off. Although he can’t see it, Baze murmurs softly in his ear how their son is slowly wandering across the room, taking everything in and running his hands over everything as if he can’t quite believe that it’s real or for him.

“Is this for me?” his little voice rings out, small and innocent and Chirrut crouches in front of him once more, a serene smile on his lips.

“It’s all for you. Your name is on the wall after all.”

Bodhi turns, looking up to the wall, as if to confirm and he stares at it for a few moments. The silence leaves Chirrut uncertain, but then suddenly he’s feeling tiny arms wrap around his neck, fine hair brushing against his cheek from where the boy tucks his head against his neck and his arms instinctively respond, embracing Bodhi gently as the boy squeezes him. His grip is tight, but Chirrut says nothing because this moment is worth more than anything to him and it’s all he can do to blink the tears away. He doesn’t want to upset Bodhi.

After a few moments, Bodhi lets go and looks up at Baze, clearly judging that at this height, the same tactic is not going to work. Chuckling slightly, Baze crouches and next thing he knows, the boy is hanging off him, hands gripping onto his hair and in a fit of silliness he picks the boy right up,  causing a high pitched giggle to emanate from Bodhi.

Their family is perfect.


Two weeks later, when Bodhi asks Chirrut, ‘Papa? Can you help me reach the cookies? Papa said I could have one if I ate all my dinner and I finished it all up!”, Chirrut’s heart bursts with pride and once he’s finished helping, he has to go and have a little cry to himself because of how wonderfully everything has turned out. Baze clucks and teasingly calls him a sentimental old fool, but Chirrut knows him well enough to hear the telltale signs in his voice that this moment is affecting him as well.


They’ve been so caught up in their first few weeks of parenthood that they’d almost forgotten about the guide dog application, so when they get confirmation of a match, it only adds to the joy in the household. Bodhi keeps getting overly excited that he’s going to get a pet dog, even though they keep reminding him that the dog is to help Papa Chirrut so he won’t be quite like a pet dog, and they’ll have to be careful with training and make sure that they’re not feeding him scraps off the table. It doesn’t seem to dampen his spirits though and he bounces around the house going on about their new puppy.

It’s not exactly a puppy, the dog’s already over a year old and Chirrut has to go for training sessions, but he makes sure to get photographs so that Bodhi can coo over them before asking him a million and three questions like what their puppy’s name is going to be, and whether he can sleep in his room with him. The answer to the second question is a no, if he’s going to sleep in anyone’s room, it’ll be in Baze and Chirrut’s, but they’ll figure that out when it comes. The answer to the first is long decided.


The name makes Baze snort but he says nothing, partly because Chirrut looks so damn proud of himself for that name, and partly because as soon as he hears it, Bodhi continues his laps around the house chanting it, leaving him wondering where the quiet, slightly nervous boy went and also how he has so much energy.

Thankfully he’s a little more restrained when Chirrut eventually comes home with the dog, a young German shepherd with its yellow harness that identifies him as a guide dog. He sits obediently beside Chirrut as the harness is taken off him and doesn’t even cock his head as Chirrut calls over a suddenly shy Bodhi. Reassuring him that it’s alright, Chirrut wraps an arm around the boy before taking one of his hands in his and together they gently stroke the dog, Bodhi’s confidence rising until he’s petting the dog himself, and Lì is clearly lapping up the attention, nosing a bit at the little hand and making the boy giggle.

So it’s no real surprise when, a few nights later, he comes home from work to find his husband fast asleep in his armchair, and on the floor, Lì is stretched out on the rug. Bodhi is curled up beside him, snoring, one arm flung over the dog’s back and his head resting on its shoulder. The German shepherd raises its head when he enters and he stoops to scratch between its ears before smiling. A quick photograph of the scene before him is enough to preserve it before he scoops their son off the floor and gently carries him up the stairs to bed.

He does the same with Chirrut, although his husband is considerably heavier than their seven year old son, and Lì follows him up the stairs, obediently slipping into his own bed.

Yeah, when he thinks about it, their family is pretty damn perfect.


lotusfics  asked:

(1) I WILL CRY ABOUT MINJOON WITH YOU I love themmmm so much

(2) Jimin fits in sooooo well with Joonie, like the perfect small spoon. Joonie loves how adorable Chim is and I die inside every time they have those “moments.”

(3) I saw that yoonseok post, oohh f u c k me up. (I’m sorry for the spam I just can’t-) 

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minjoon :) kills me :))

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never be sorry for the spam, welcome to my trash pile of a blog :)

bonus yoonseok: 

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they are so gross urgh rapper boyfriends 

I really hate that Taylor thinks she went wrong with Red and that that’s the reason it didn’t get as much recognition/appreciation because that’s not true. Red is my favourite album of Taylor’s for so many reasons but mostly because of the diversity of the album. It has songs that make me want to curl up into a ball and cry and songs that make me want to dance and sing as loud as I can, it’s such a passionate album.

I don’t even know where to start with how incredibly it’s written, like lyrically that album forever blows my mind.
“You’ve got your demons and darling they all look like me” “words how little they mean when you’re a little too late” “a first glance feeling on New York Time back when you fit my poems like a perfect rhyme” “and sometimes I wonder how you think about it now” “remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes” “a new notch in your belt is all I’ll ever be” “all we are is skin and bone trained to get along, forever going with the flow but you’re friction” “the train runs off its tracks, kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen” “I bet it never ever occurred to you that I can’t say hello to you and risk another goodbye” “all I know is a new found grace, all my days I’ll know your face” “these are the hands of fate, you’re my Achilles heel” “this is the golden age of something good and right and real” “maybe we got lost in translation maybe I asked for too much but maybe this thing was a masterpiece til you tore it all up” “you call me up again just to break me like a promise so casually cruel in the name of being honest”
And that’s not even half.

Red was so perfect in every way, it managed to make any situation seem so beautiful and tragic (no pun intended) even its aesthetic was beyond amazing. The autumnal feel of the album gave it such a welcoming, relatable vibe.

Even the Red Tour was so unbelievable, the emotions in the room whilst Taylor performed those songs, the way every person there had their own story and their own thoughts influenced by the music and yet Taylor seemed to understand every single one of them.

It just breaks my heart that the media was so caught up in Taylor’s love life that they overlooked one of the most amazing albums ever written and now Taylor thinks she did something wrong.

(Submission - anointed story)
When ‘fit’ boys turn out to be a bit tubby under the hood. According to the submitter the guy here is called Jake. The submitter goes to school with Jake and he is one of the jocks though they are both reasonably good friends. Jake had been a very good swimmer up until Sophomore year when he quit to join the running team instead. After a while he reaslised he wasn’t very good and so quit that as well leaving him without a sport. Seen here at around the end of his junior year where he hadn’t done sport as well apparently the whole school had been talking a little bit after a video was put up including a shirtless Jake. Apparently since quitting swimming not many had seem him shirtless and were surprised to see that he had gotten a bit tubby. The submitter didn’t want to send in the whole video but said that Jake alternates from holding in his stomach to tensing it to covering it and hiding a little. A far cry from him in his freshman and beginning of sophomore year when he had sported a decent sick pack and fit body. Apparently he got quite a few teases from his jock mates about the weight he had put on and how he had gotten a bit flabby. Submitter said that now that’s its been pointed out you can notice a little bit showing through his shirts when he’s relaxed. Personally that the perfect body type in my opinion. Thanks for the submission!!


OKAY YES so after years of waiting I have heard a new the 1975 album?? what?? I just have to say, wow. I’m not gonna lie a part of me was like hm, can anything compare to the debut? I hold the debut so close to my heart and it’s so special to me, but i absolutely love this new one as much as the debut. When I first went through the whole ILIWYS, I was a bit shocked. I was just absorbing everything and trying to pay attention to everything and was also finding it extremely surreal that I was listening to a // new the 1975 album // but after a couple of listens, I have picked up quite a few of the lyrics and I can honestly say this album encapsulates the 1975 and it gets so deep, it is the 1975. I just can’t thank this band enough for producing and creating this kind of material, the type of material I not only want to invest in - but I need to invest in. I just feel so lucky to have their music in my life. You can just hear how hard they worked on it and it’s such an honest, brilliant record. I love how they continued the same kinda ambient style from the EPs and the same pop style from debut and kinda combined them into one record. Like the only song that sounds kinda out of place is Love Me - yet it fits perfectly in it’s place in the record. I think the acoustics were the most perfect way to end the album, it gets all calm and soft, all the emotions that built up inside me through the record had me crying a lot by She Lays Down. It was really incredible to hear Matty open up about so many of his feelings/experiences with death and love and drugs and religion and mental health and I really hope he’s doing okay and is happy. I hope hope hope they play She Lays Down live. that would be amazing. I kinda wish they didn’t release all those songs before the album dropped tho…It was like 6 of them and i felt like i was kinda bored w/ the first few songs of the album not cos they were bad by any means but I was just so familiar with them that i wanted to get to the //new, good stuff//. okay so my faves were Paris, She Lays Down, If I Believe You, and Loving Someone. Loving Someone is going to be on the radio one day, it just has that vibe. It’s so good. I’ve picked up on a few of the “easter eggs” too which is cool :). I didn’t realize how much I needed this record until I listened to it, “The only art worth any investment is art that makes one feel personally addressed” - Matty Healy. thank you the 1975. I can’t wait to make more memories to your music x 2016 is their year

"On The Home Front" 30/30

Final part - thank you everybody for reading this, I love it and I love you! 

25th August 1942

Dear Diary,

According to Chop’s letters, apparently Finn’s coming on in leaps and bounds – he should be ready to be discharged soon, so that he can come home to me. That’s not the only good news though! He’s been given honourable discharge from the army, seems they’re ashamed that they gave up so easily looking for him.

Apparently Chop’s even getting a medal or something for his efforts. I’m so happy, diary that I could fly.

It’s also Chloe and Kester’s wedding today. I can’t wait – it’s been so exciting helping Chloe organise the wedding – she turned into bit of a nightmare with the wedding planning process, everything had to be perfect, but that’s Chloe and she’s perfect – so she deserves this to be perfect.

Oh Diary, these last couple of years have been so hard. I feel like I’ve gone through every possible emotion with you, you’ve been my one constant companion, even when I was alone.

Thank you.
- Rae.

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anonymous asked:

I think Through the Dark and Ready to Run by One Direction fit perfectly to Stucky

THEY DO AND I’M CRYING THANKS FOR THAT but oh my god, through the dark is my fav 1d song ever, and look how perfect:

You tell me that you’re sad and lost your way
You tell me that your tears are here to stay
But I know you were only hiding
And I just wanna see ya

You tell me that you’re hurt and you’re in pain
And I can see your head is held in shame
But I just wanna see you smile again
See you smile again

But don’t burn out
Even if you scream and shout
It’ll come back to you
And I’ll be here for you

Oh, I would carry you over fire and water for your love
And I will hold you closer, hope your heart is strong enough
When the night is coming down on you
We will find a way through the dark

I wish that I could take you to the start
I’d never let you fall and break your heart
And if you wanna cry or fall apart,
I’d be there to hold ya

You tell me that you’re hurt, it’s all in vain
But I can see your heart can love again
And I remember you were laughing
So let’s just laugh again

But don’t burn out even
If you scream and shout
It’ll come back to you,
Back to you

Oh, I would carry you over fire and water for your love
And I will hold you closer, hope your heart is strong enough
When the night is coming down on you
We will find a way through the dark