you said i should

anonymous asked:

Omg did you see Newsies in Leicester Square because if yes then we totally went to the same screening :') -ITH fact anon, hello I have returned!

i did! the 4:30 showing at the vue??? ahh that would be so cool,, maybe i saw you, who knows, maybe you saw ME :O

it was funny, i walked out of the cinema behind these three girls who were talking about ITH and it was killing me not to be like “I KNOW EVERYTHING TALK TO ME”

have this doodle of what i thought was a real highlight of the movie, spot conlon’s arms

  • Holster: I'm really glad you're my...
  • Ransom: Don't say sidekick.
  • Holster: I was gonna say say partner. I should have said friend.
  • Ransom: You should have said hero.
  • Holster: My only heroes are Robin Hood, and that guy who always wins the hot dog eating contest.
  • Ransom: And Captain America.
  • Holster: Yeah, he's awesome.

@stargirlhorse - “I can’t believe you chose me.”

“I can’t believe you chose me,” Jim murmured in your ear as he turned you around on the dance floor, his hand firm on your back leading you through the motions.

“Why not?” you asked, letting your nose touch the shell of his ear. “You’re an easy choice, Jim Kirk.”

“Far from it,” he chuckled. “I meant every word I said up there today.”

“I should hope so!” you said with a light laugh. “I won’t have you backing down on me now.”

“I won’t. I swear,” he kissed the side of your head, just behind your ear. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Jim,” you smiled into his skin, aware of other people joining you on the dance floor.

“What do we do now?” Jim asked, turning you around in a circle again.

“What we’ve always done, I guess,” you shrug, “protect our ship. Explore. But together. For real this time.”

“For real this time,” he repeated, tipping his head into yours, “Together for real this time.”

“Starfleet isn’t going to know what to do with two Kirks on their hands,” you grinned as he squeezed your body to his.

fabstingsgron  asked:

How did you feel about being miss Grunwald who took Alison from her gave? Cause I hate it. I already hate when they put supernatural things in shows that are suppose to be in real life, but with her it was worst cause she wasn't a relevant character. I mean, imagine if it was Ian who did it. It would explain why he wasnt surprise that Alison was alive, maybe why he was so shady. But any other character who was actually a character from the show and not from a spin off would be better, imo.

Exactly. I was going to say Ian, then I kept reading and you already did. I’ve always said that Ravenswood should’ve never been a PLL spinoff. It should’ve just been another show on Freeform, from the writers of PLL. But have absolutely nothing to do with PLL. I actually love Mrs. Grunwald as a character. She’s freaky and mysterious, although i can only take her in doses because I agree that supernatural elements shouldn’t be in Rosewood. It still bothers me to this day that one hour away from Rosewood is a town of ghosts. I hate that that exists in the world the girls are in. Back on topic, I agree that it would’ve been better to be a main character to save her. But because I enjoy Mrs Grunwald, I was okay with that reveal. (I sound like I’m contradicting myself, I know. I hate the supernatural, but I love Grunwald. Can’t explain it!)

Sometimes I think it’s weird that Zenyatta is as young as he is, cause he always seems so much more mature than you’d think a 20 year old would be, but then I see his emotes and

Originally posted by mirodis

  • Sherlock: You can see me.
  • Also Sherlock: You do count. You've always counted and I've always trusted you.
  • Sherlock again: The one person he thought didn't matter at all to me is the one person who mattered the most.
  • Honestly Sherlock this is getting embarrassing now: I hope you'll be very happy, Molly Hooper. You deserve it.
  • Guess who? It's Sherlock: I... love you. I love you.
  • Mofftiss: Does he love her? Guess we'll never know!
  • Me: ....
  • Akutagawa: *texting* Why are you throwing rocks at my window? Use your phone!
  • Atsushi: Oh right, sorry lol
  • Akutagawa: Did you juST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW!?
It wasn’t until I saw you again that I realized that I didn’t miss you, at least not really. I missed the person you used to be. When I saw you again, after everything that had happened, you were a new person that I had never known and never would. And in that moment I realized you can’t miss someone you never knew.

yo but get this:

what if this part in the run ep was a hint for who’s getting shot at the end of the not today mv teaser? what if yoongi shoots jimin?? and in jimin’s short film he acts like he’s getting shot so… either way, jimin might be the member getting shot????

You burn so bright, I see stars
The way that you laugh, it’s like a heavenly choir
You made me feel invincible
When you’re with me, I can take on the world

Say my name, I’ll be there
I didn’t know, you should’ve said that you cared
It’s not too late for broken hearts
Take my hand, make a wish on a star

You were a comet and I lost it
Watching for comets, will I see you again?
Everybody needs someone but they can’t feel like this
How can I breathe with this burning in my chest?
You were gone so fast, I want you back
You were a comet and I lost it

Now I see you, I’m frozen in time
All your colors burst into life
I don’t dare close my eyes
Cause a love like this happens once in a lifetime

Skillet - watching for comets

Rainy Day

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x reader (and the reader can be any gender, 99.99% positive i did that)

This is set when Lin was still in the show

Word count: 864

Warnings: none, i don’t think i swore

Requests: anon: You should write some Lin fluff to celebrate :) and anon: But for real, can you do a fluffy Lin x reader?

A/N: it was raining last night and that inspired me to write this. it’s my first x reader fic (that’s what an imagine is, right?) so please tell me if you’d like to read more of those in the future.

this is to celebrate getting 100 followers (what the actual heck)

and also, i live in the united states, and as you probably know, the inauguration was today. personally, i’m terrified as to what the next four years are gonna bring (i’m a part of the lgbtq+ community so who knows what kind of discriminatory legislation is gonna be passed against me [and against others who are far worse off than me for that matter]), and i don’t want this to become a political author’s note, but this is some pretty big stuff going down. just stand up for what you believe in unless it puts you in danger. then stay safe.

okay i didn’t mean to ramble this much. have some fluffy Lin x reader



“It is pouring out there,” Lin remarked, staring out the cafe window. Rain was streaming down the glass, and it was dark and gray outside. You shivered and sipped your coffee.

“I can’t believe I have to go back out in that,” you complained. “It was hard enough getting here, and my socks are soaked.”

Lin turned back to you. “Well, we could just spend eight hours in here if you’d like.”

You pretended to consider this, making Lin laugh. He flicked a crumb of his muffin at you, and you leaned over and plucked a bit of the muffin off, popping it in your mouth.


You grinned and reclined in your chair.

Lin was one of your best friends. He always made time for you, even around performing all the time in his Broadway musical. He’d gotten you a ticket to it a few weeks ago, and it had been one of the most magical experiences of your life. You had even had the privilege of going backstage and meeting the cast, and you wouldn’t trade those memories for anything.

Well, you could think of a few possible things that might top that, but they were completely hypothetical, so they didn’t count.

“You doing anything special today?” Lin asked, twirling his coffee stirrer between his fingers.

“No, not that I can think of. I might stay here for longer than usual and see if the rain lets up,” you said, taking a long drink of your coffee. You set the cup down and noticed that Lin was staring at you. You felt a faint blush creeping onto your cheeks and Lin quickly looked away.

“What about you?” you tried, wanting this to be more of a normal conversation.

“Today’s actually a day that I’m not performing,” Lin said. You looked directly into his eyes and butterflies fluttered in your stomach. He had such beautiful eyes.

“So what do you wanna do? I don’t think we should actually spend eight hours here, they’d probably kick us out.”

Lin shrugged. “Free day. Fun day.”

“Pouring-down-rain day,” you added, and Lin playfully rolled his eyes.

“You want another muffin or something?” he asked, changing the subject. You nodded, and he tipped back his chair ever so slightly to read the menu. “Blueberry or chocolate chip?”

“I don’t know,” you mused. “Blueberry is healthier, but chocolate is delicious…hmm…”

“If you had to choose, if you had to choose…” Lin sang, and you giggled. “No, but seriously. What do you want?”

“Surprise me,” you offered, and you thought you heard Lin mumble something under his breath. “What was that?”

Maybe you were imagining that his face was reddening. “Nothing.”

You got blueberry.

“And it’s my favorite, so we have to share,” Lin said, walking back with the muffin. He’d gone up to the counter to buy it. “That’s the rule.”

“That’s not fair,” you complained.

“I did buy it,” Lin pointed out, and you conceded with a sigh.

“You’re almost as good at arguing as Alexander Hamilton,” you said, and Lin laughed, a real, honest laugh.

“Good one, Y/N.”

You shared the muffin with Lin in mostly silence, just thinking.

You had to admit to yourself now that you liked Lin. A lot. More than a friend. And you didn’t want to ruin the great friendship the two of you shared. But he would do things that bordered on flirting, and you didn’t know how to feel about that.

“What’re you thinking about, Y/N?” Lin asked, catching you off-guard. Startled, you jumped a bit and glanced up to see that he’d devoured his share of the muffin.

Your brain scrambled in a panic and for some reason you told the truth. “You.”
Lin raised an eyebrow, and you started laughing. “Can I ask exactly what you were thinking about me?”

Screw it, you were gonna be honest again. At this point, if it ruined your friendship, you had enough memories to be okay. Probably. “I kind of like you.”

“I’d hope so,” Lin cracked. “We are friends.”

“More than a friend, you idiot,” you said quietly, picking at a loose thread on your sleeve. Lin’s mouth fell open in a perfect O.

Neither of you said anything for several long moments, until you got the courage to look up. Lin was unashamedly staring at you, but it didn’t feel weird now. “That’s good,” he murmured. “Because I kind of like you more than a friend too.”

A relieved smile broke out on your face. Lin scooted his chair so that he was next to you. He brought your face to be level with his, and his eyes said the things that his mouth didn’t.

You leaned in without further instruction, and when your lips touched his, it felt like the world was settling into place.

“Finally,” the little old woman at the table next to yours muttered. “The sexual tension’s been killing me.”

You laughed against Lin’s mouth, and he pulled back for a second, rearranging your mouths together. As you kissed, you had one thought, and it was that this was a better memory than seeing Hamilton.

The rain continued to pour down.


Likes are appreciated, reblogs are wonderful, and nice comments or constructive criticism (even if it’s just AIUWFOUBWOUBF) make my day. also thanks again for 100 followers!! i can’t believe that many people want to read what i write

“My mom had an expression. She’d say, ‘As long as you’re alive, you have an obligation to strive, and you’re not dead until you’ve seen the face of God.’

Husband, father, grandfather, senator, vice president, hero. Thank you, Joe.