Life Will Hit You Hard In The Face, Wait For You To Get Back Up Just So It Can Kick You In The Stomach.

types of people

north: Brand new red converse, shorts, and ice cold stares. Stargazing on tailgates, imagining the sound of the ocean, iced coffee with your three closest friends. A sense of adventure hand in hand with wandering hearts.

south: Sidewalk dandelions, jean jackets, half finished journals and laptop stickers. It’s having been to every little cafe and garage sale, warm smiles and mugs of tea, dreamy sunsets, questioning life but feeling at peace.

east: Basement bedrooms, frosted windows, watching the sunrise, sailing on windy afternoons. It’s pursuing science and desiring art, drawing on condensation covered windows, and wanting to do something but not knowing how.

west: The active laziness of certainty, sunglasses, contagious laughter, relaxed expressions but a storm underneath. Layering clothes, cruising with the top down, forgetting you already grabbed a water bottle. Clouded heads and clear eyes.

Lucy Liu Set It Up

The Imitation Game (2014)

“He was like a painting you wanted to burn so you could finally stop staring at it.”

— Krampuslauf, Holly Black | My True Love Gave to Me

A concept

Brian wanting to paint something awesome for noah and asking jude for help because let’s be honest the boy can’t even draw a straight line. And Jude gets so excited !!!! She gathers pamphlets and art books and tries to teach him a billion techniques he can’t even begin to comprehend and he’s just! so! lost! He spends a week working on 5 different sketches and “ohmygod jude they’re terrible, i’m terrible, i don’t know how you two do it, i should have sticked to sports. Do you think he’d like a signed ball??? Or maybe a telescope??” Oscar just laughs because god damn of course picasso would fall in love with a guy who can’t tell the difference between the color yellow and the color mustard. In the end, he ends up giving Noah a simple pencil drawing of him and noah star gazing with smudges all over bc he’s left handed and the struggle is real. he writes a tiny ‘i love you’ in the corner of the paper with a smiley face bc he’s a fucking dork like that and he’s so embarrased when he gives it to Noah like srsly he can’t even look at him. But even though it’s kinda terrible and it looks like it was done by a 9-year-old in sweetwine standards, Noah absolutely loves it. And late at night he stares at it and tries to hold back tears because jesus he has spent so much of his time drawing and painting the world and the people around him and no one besides his sister had ever taken the time to draw something JUST FOR HIM. and of course he spends the rest of the week grinning ,feeling like he’s walking on clouds and god he’s honestly considering having it framed????? and he’s so so glad he isn’t a horse because he loves that rock-collecting baseball-playing boy so damn much and he doesn’t know where he would be without him.

I have faith.

Please can you give me some summer love AUs? (PS, thank you for all of the hard work you guys put into this library X)

here are some fics set in the summer:

All Summer Long We’ve Both Been Free by perfect_plan (complete |40,841 | M)

Steve has finished school for the summer and waits for the influx of visitors to the island where he lives and the friendships that may bring. What he gets is a whole lot more and this summer will change him in more ways than he could ever imagine.

Fantasmic! by mambo (oneshot |11,464 | T)

It’s Steve’s second summer working at Disney World when he meets Prince Charming (aka: Bucky Barnes, college kid from Brooklyn whose ass looks absolutely devastating in his Prince Charming slacks) and maybe starts to feel a little Disney magic in his heart.

These American Dreams (ain’t no white picket fences left for me) by kariye (oneshot |50,608 | E)

In which Bucky has a house, a dog, an herb garden, and a serious case of insomnia. Welcome to Havensport, Indiana (population 8,294), where Tom’s Neighborhood Grocer stays open all night, little old ladies call the car shop to get their refrigerators repaired, and the heat of summer days and the length of summer nights can make you think that this perfect world will last forever.

Communism was just a red herring by notallbees (oneshot |17,448 | M)

It’s the 90s, it’s summer break, and Bucky is staying with Steve for two months while his parents travel to India.

It’s shaping up to be the best summer ever until Steve’s mom makes things weird by telling them that they’re gay for each other. All of a sudden Steve is full of strange thoughts about his best friend, and Bucky will barely speak to him. All Steve wants is to make things right again.

EDIT: Anon sent in

Everything Magical by rooonil_waazlib (WIP |6,812 | E)

Steve’s just about to apologize when the girl elbows her brother again. “Ask him out, Bucky,” she says, still looking at Steve, not even pretending to whisper.

The man—Bucky—turns to gape at her. “Becca,” he hisses.

“What?” she asks, smirking. “You said you want to.” She winks at Steve. “Or you can ask him. He’ll say yes, I promise.” Steve’s heart pounds a little—should he?