you explain my life

“So what is your role?”

“Oh uh. I’m trained to be a biologist, but am currently a poison merchant.”
“Ah. You humans do not manufacture any biologically, so that makes sense. Is it for defence?”
“Uhm. Not really.”
“For… pest control?”
“Haha, nah. More for <<excrement and amusement>>”
“I think there was a translator issue there. What was that?”
I take it your species doesn’t do the recreational ethanol thing, eh?”
Look bys, its a big thing here. Fancy meals are expected to have a poison accompaniment. We brew poisons to try winning world poison competitions. We mix poisons to try and make them taste as much as fruit as possible, or as strong as possible. There’s Expensive Poisons that have smoked ingredients to taste both toxic AND burning. A bit of an acquired taste, that one.”
“….humans are weird.”

Jack and Bitty trying to explain their colloquialisms to each other. Bitty trying to explain the meaning of a southern phrase but not being able to like ‘thats just what it means Jack I cant explain it it just is!’ And Jack being unable to translate sayings from French because they don’t carry the same meaning and both looking at each other in fond exasperation

Explain why it’s not me. Because we both know, “I don’t have feelings for you,” would be a lie and “You’re too good for me,” is an excuse. So explain,why do you search for parts of me in everyone?
—  They arent me


No, you don’t understand. This scene basically interprets what almost EVERY weeaboo goes through.

You’ve got the TRASH who is obsessed with their interest, the FAMILY who’s used to the obsession, the MIDDLEMAN who knows the world but isn’t completely engrossed by it, and the OUTSIDER who has no clue and is overwhelmed with confusion; and who requires the assistance of the middleman.


“I can’t explain it. I know you’re meant to be in my life. I know we were meant to cross paths and our relationship is not a coincidence. I believe there are people you’re destined to meet during your lifetime and I, without a doubt, believe you are one of mine. I don’t know who you are to me just yet. I don’t know if you’re a lesson waiting to happen or the closest someone will ever come to understanding me, above even myself. I just know you’re meant to be where you are right now. You’re not casually passing through, you’re here to bring my life something I’ve never known up until this point. It’s as if this role was written with you in mind and no one can fulfill it the way you do, you’re just now stepping into your placement. You were written into my life and because of that you fit so snug, so perfectly. Certain traits of your personality exist purely to compliment mine, or maybe it’s the other way around. Some piece of me exists for you alone, and it must be the same for you in turn. I don’t know what you’re meant to be to me just yet, but stay where you are. Please. I can’t explain it, but I know you’re meant to be here.”

What would you like? I’d like my money’s worth.
Try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this–
swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood
on the first four knuckles.
We pull our boots on with both hands
but we can’t punch ourselves awake and all I can do
is stand on the curb and say Sorry
about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

I couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.
—  Richard Siken, excerpt from “Little Beast”

someone: oh, you watching The 100? Who is your favourite character?

me: Bellamy Blake.

someone: seriously? But he..

me: I love Bellamy Blake.

someone: But he murdered..

me: I love Bellamy Blake.

someone: Let me finish, he..


❤ you have been chosen // hey kid gimme cheese  ❤

what happened when they first met? something like this i hope

ADHD conversations with a Mate
  • Me: I have ADHD and I take meds for it. It's a bit of a pain but it's me.
  • Mate: Oh! I was diagnosed with ADHD as a kid but my family didn't think it was a big deal. They just thought I was bored and I don't have it anymore.
  • Me: ADHD doesn't go away.
  • Mate: ?
  • Me: It just changes with your maturing brain. As you get older you start creating mechanisms to deal with it. It never goes away though. *I begin to list symptoms of inattentive ADHD* Have you experienced any of these?
  • Mate: Fuck. You just explained my life.
  • The Mate I had this convo with follows my blog. I hope they see this : )

Raise your hand (like or reblog) if you watched this scene more than 20 times
I’m really curious
I want to know if I’m the only one who is obsessed with DeanCas first meeting
Thank you


AERIAL ETHEREAL CHALLENGE » day 5 | favorite emo brotp scene 

     “I couldn’t … I needed you. Growing up, I needed you.”
     “And you had me,” Nikolai says lowly.
     Timo exhales deeply, his eyes traveling over the pies. And then he looks to me and back to Nikolai. “I need you to not worry about me anymore. I want you to live the life that you gave up for us. Can you do that?”
     “I didn’t give up my life,” Nikolai explains. “You’re a part of it, Timo. The good and the bad. You’re not keeping me from living, brother.”
     Luka squeezes Timo’s shoulder, and Timo nods a few times. He says something in Russian, that I’m certain means I love you, or a form of the endearment.
     Nikolai replies with the same words.

inspired by @georgiefinchs‘s usual magic ✨


Originally posted by gifmethat

Dave Lizewski x Reader


Author: Morgan

Prompt: Could you please do a Dave Lizewski x reader where reader is saved by Kick-Ass only to fangirl about how amazing and brave he was to Dave at school. Dave smiles listening to reader go on and on. He decides to reveal himself later at readers house.

Note: Yaaaaaas! Some love for my curly-haired baby!!! (Hannah, I will convert you to Kick-Ass trash, I swear.)

Warnings: Gets a lil steamy, but nothing bad.

The lunch table was buzzing at school when Dave took a seat. The night before, he had saved your life as Kick-Ass, and you had told all of the friends in your shared friend group about it.

“What’s going on? Why’s everyone yelling?”

“Kick-Ass saved my life last night,” you explained. Marty and Todd shot Dave knowing looks and smug smirks. “Oh my God, he was so…so brave and amazing ohhhh, I’m fangirling again, aren’t I?”

“N-no! It’s totally fine!” Dave reassured you, pushing up his glasses and brushing a lock of curly brown hair out of his face. “Was he really that awesome?”

“He’s so much hotter in person,” you murmured. A small smile found its way to Dave’s face and his cheeks burned bright red. His crush had a huge crush on his superhero alter-ego. Not only had he gotten to save you and walk you home the night before, even earning a kiss on the cheek, now you were daydreaming about him. And God, he loved it.

“He’s just so…ugh,” you couldn’t put your thoughts into words. “Strong and tall and brave, but I don’t know if I’ll ever get to see him again.”

“Well, you know, you never know,” Dave shrugged. “He could totally just show up out of the blue.”

“God, I hope so,”


It was well after dark when there was a knock on your bedroom window. You looked up from your laptop and walked over hesitantly. A brightly-dressed green and yellow figure stood outside your window. Your heart just about jumped out of your chest.

“Kick-Ass? What are you doing here?” You asked, a huge smile on your face. You stepped out of the way and helped him through the window.

“Okay, so like, I saved you last night and…I just feel like I should be honest with you because I really like you.”

“You what?”

“I do, and I know you like me because you were talking about it at school and-”

“Wait. Back up a second. You go to my school?”

“Yeah. But yeah, I’ve liked you since last year and I just need to…I need to tell you who I am.”

“Okay, shoot.” You told him. Slowly, he reached up and pulled the cloth mask off of his face. Brown curls popped out like little springs and his blue eyes met yours, full of fear. “Dave?”

“Yeah…it’s me. I know we’ve been friends for like forever, but I really like you and I-” you cut him off with your lips. He grunted with pleasure, hands finding your hips easily. Your fingers immediately threaded through his thick curls, pulling softly. His hands traveled downwards, and you hopped up, letting him hold you up by the thighs for a while before you stopped. He set you on your feet gently.

“You…” he huffed, breathless. “Have no idea…how long I’ve been waiting to do that…”

“I think I have a pretty good idea…”

Sometimes I forget just how much I’m involved in my kids lives and like all the random things I know about them. Also then it’s weird because I’m actually a presence in their lives, and I sometimes don’t think about that/like I have potential to be someone that was positive in their lives? That’s super cool. I hope I actually do that, even though I barely feel like I’m that big of a part of their lives.

So I rediscovered my shitty old marshmallow style and the first thing I do with it is draw myself getting nailed in the face when tryna dance because I’m so short my Tall Friend didn’t see me there

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