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.
I vote Stucky
Who doesn’t love a great #Enemies To Friends To Lovers trope? Or a good #High School AU trope set in a debate club where the characters are forced to work together to win?
And honestly both Jacob Latimore and Sami Gayle were so damn CHARMING in their roles. Bennett was so smug but only in the best ways possible. And Lona so damn angry and grumpy. And both of them so driven to win and get into their dream colleges and obviously fraying at the edges.
And yes also so clearly meant for each other (like I said, I just watched fanfiction).
Oh and the ‘our parents can’t stand each other’ thing was great too especially because it didn’t actually vilify either one of them (and actually both mothers were equally good parents while simultaneously capable of glaring daggers through fake smiles at each other and landing pretty vicious jabs at each other’s characters. Which was actually a pretty great side story).
I mean don’t get me wrong, for the most part it was cheesy as hell but there were certain bits that were pretty clever too. And it certainly did land one solid sucker punch near the middle that I don’t want to spoil.
Just… look at these idiots:
A lot of men proposed to me in my 20s. I could be thrice divorced by now.
Go get it girls! 😊
me: *patiently waiting for talented people to start writing “fbi agent watching me AU” fanfics of my otps*
fbi agent watching me:
classic red - cotton candy lollipops, sequin converse, art galleries, leather skirts, fold hoops, rooftop gardens, vintage cars, balloon arches
understated nude - skateboards with a wobbly wheel, beach nights, acoustic guitars, antique shops, wild highlights, paint-stained fingers
perfect plum - uneven bangs, lace tights, ceramic mugs, half-finished books, knitting needles and wool yarn, bare feet on hardwood floors, scented markers
sunset orange - learning new languages, piano ballads, spicy food, muddy hiking books, stamped passports, corner cafes, scarves and beanies
blush pink - frozen lakes, bullet journals, Japanese Cherry Blossoms, sad smiles, movie nights with friends, fuzzy socks, fairy lights
black cherry merlot - tulle skirts and heels, spoken word poetry, chokers, apple picking, a lane of lampposts, heart-shaped sunglasses, hardcover books
Fest: RS Games 2015: Team Star
Author: imochan (on ao3) Rating: R/NC-17 Word Count: 18,243 Era: Post-Hogwarts
Summary: A welcome overstayed, a funeral at the farmhouse, a diary, a welcome overstayed (again), and a long walk over the hills.
Comments: Based on the summary, I expected this to be a very angsty story. But my goodness, was it beautiful, and though a little sadness runs through it, ends up mostly happy. I’m kind of in awe at how the author set this tone for the entire piece; it was as if I was experiencing the same stomach-fluttering and heart-clenching feelings as Sirius as I read it. I also thought the bits of Remus’ mother’s diary were perfect, gorgeous bits of writing (see below). I can’t even properly express how much I loved this fic. Another one of my absolute favorite pieces, from the Games and in general, I think.
Favorite Lines:
He is in love. It hurts him.
I wonder if he had ever fathomed this. If he ever watched his friends tumble into the orbits of one another, watched them dissolve into that helpless wonder at the size of their own hearts, and if he had thought: no, not that for me. Unnecessary, maybe, or even more so: impossible. Because of what we had told him.
I think he must be hurting, though. He is different, and he is in love. And perhaps he has been startled by the force of it.
[this is a bit… dark, but i made it for the girls who aren’t sunshine-and-rainbows like most posts like these are for]
pink sky: cotton candy, winged eyeliner, dirty jokes, running through fields, cute buttons on a leather jacket, getting drunk at 2am, sugar-coated peanuts, black nail polish, sweet smiles
blue sky: old movies, the atmosphere when it’s dusk, dissociating, coping with your problems by never thinking about them, rain, instrumentals from songs, unrequited love, old soul, the feeling of decaying, soft hearts
orange sky: whiskey, never talking about it, was careless in the past, old 80s synth pop, the word “rancid”, sickly sweet, harsh make-up, longs for a childhood, clunky shoes, jewelery,
yellow sky: heartbreak, birds in the morning, wants to recover, gullible, mature because of trauma, confused about a lot, fake smile, yellow converse, sunflowers, sobbing into pillows, pills, the dreamy haze when you’re high
purple sky: loud music, blocking the world out, yells a lot, black lipstick, dark chocolate, neon lights, black coffee, open about emotions, heart of gold, wants to be loved, plays electric guitar, reckless, never taught how to love people
white sky: pondering at 2am, being alone with your thoughts, cloudy heads, dancing in the rain, whispers, acoustic music, sleeping through therapy, old shoe laces, recovery
this is my graduation cap, professionally photographed for the county’s newspaper and put online for the public to view