• Halsey Lockscreens 

Lamp Halo might be my fav Fake AH Crew fic 

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever - Taylor Swift feat. Zayn Malik

If you want to download it, click here: http://underneathmyfallingstars.tumblr.com/post/154527586383/can-you-give-me-the-song-of-zayn-and-tay ;)

what if the achievement hunter team voiced the gps?

michael: "YOU PIECE OF SHIT YOU JUST MISSED THE TURN!!!!!"

michael: "fucking cock now you have to get to the next u-turn which is like a bajillion miles away!!!!"

michael: "well done, idiot"

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ryan: "there's a hole 12 yards ahead, you should drive into it"

ryan: "you are now edgar"

ryan: "always. edgar."

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lindsay: "DON'T TAKE SHIT FROM BITCHES THAT AIN'T SHIT. TURN RIGHT."

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jack: "in 25 yards, look to your left, that would be a nice place to build a house"

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geoff: "i'm too drunk for this right now, go use google maps or something"

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gavin: "WOT IF your car wasn't a car?"

gavin: "front flip for style!"

gavin: "WOT IS THE DESTINATION"

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caleb: "you're a great driver in all directions! go drive any direction you want"

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ray: "turn left, or right. or something i don't fucking know."

ray: "merge into oncoming traffic. i mean, yolo right?"

And Thus Thanatos And Midas Fell In Love

Summary: It starts because you’re you. You’re a crooked tarot card deck that just reads death, handed out with cold eyes and colder heart.

It starts because he’s him. He’s the flash of gold that’s too bright you have to close your eyes even though you still want to look. He’s the softness and warmth of climbing into bed on a cold day, surrounding yourself in comfort.

It ends because there’s still love in your heart, stored away where you thought no one could find it, but he and his stubbornness did.

Pairing: Gavin Free/Ryan Haywood      Words: 1175

[AO3]

A/N: Prompt from @flame-cat: ryan has a mental breakdown? i know thats sort of vague but… do what you want with it i guess. 

This whole thing was a huge experiment in writing style so I hope it pays off.

It starts because you’re you. You’re a crooked tarot card deck that just reads death, handed out with cold eyes and colder heart. You’re the fear of being followed in the middle of the night, the constant looking over a shoulder. You’re the crack of a gun and the few precious seconds you have left of life before the bullet hits right between your eyes.

It starts because he’s him. He’s the flash of gold that’s too bright you have to close your eyes even though you still want to look. He’s the softness and warmth of climbing into bed on a cold day, surrounding yourself in comfort. He’s a siren with his trill of laughter and expert look that seems to pull your heart towards him and you want to hate him but you don’t and that’s where it starts.

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Me: *after being an asshole* I love you!

Mum: I will always love you!

Me: awwww--

Mum: Unless you start murdering people, then I will not.

Me: What if I murdered Donald Trump?

Mum: No

Me: Excuse--

Mum: Because if you got close enough to kill Trump, then you were close enough to kill Pence, and you didn't.

Me:......shit you right.

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Treasure Planet (2002) dir. John Musker, Ron Clements

“Now you listen to me, James Hawkins. You got the makings of greatness in you, but you got to take the helm and chart your own course. Stick to it, no matter the squalls! And when the time comes you get the chance to really test the cut of your sails, and show what you’re made of… well, I hope I’m there, catching some of the light coming off you that day.“

WTF TINY CHILD

THIS IS MINE DONT STEAL IT ILL CHOP UR TITTIES OFF BUT LOOK HOW SMOL

Michael jones everyone

So you don't need me?