People's Princess Jayce Talis [15 / ?] X

I like how Beetee is very considerate of Mags's height and age and then there's Finnick

I HAVENT SEEN THIS BEFORE WHAAAAT

Evil mini durin

this but instead of frat boy eren it’s art major jean and cigarettes after sex starts playing 💔🥀

AT THE SAME DAMN TIME AAAGGGGGHHHHHFH DE HAVHAVBARBAKKKRKKRKRKTKK

When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔

We don't get enough little fanfics and drabbles for sbg it's 4am and I felt like writing headcanons for fun !!

-Firm believer in wasian Ben.

-Ashlyn's an insanely picky eater and she likes apple juice

-Aiden broke his arm one time sitting on his bed trying to rip open a bag of chips he ended up hitting his arm on the wall and that was the first time he broke a bone

-Tyler's left handed (I dont know it makes sense in my head bear with me here 😕)

-Taylor's signature scent is Marc Jacobs daisy it was a birthday gift from her mom and Tyler and it's her prized possession she adores it

-Logan really likes The Hunger Games and watches it with Ashlyn (this one's self indulgent)

-Aiden HATES wearing slippers he says it makes his feet feel claustrophobic (???) and it mildly irks Ben

-Ashlyn likes big dogs and in her head she kinda pictures Ben as one??? Does this make sense??? It's four in the morning im so sorry

-Taylor likes barbecue flavoured Pringles and misses the old mascot dearly

-I think Aiden's a fein he's a teenage boy it makes sense in my head

-Aiden never ties his shoelaces and stresses everyone out and constantly forgets to take out his contacts before bed so they get dry and suction cupped to his eyes

-Ben sleeps with either a nightlight that barely does anything or in pitch black and he's the heaviest sleeper ever

-Ashlyn has a helix piercing but healing it was a nightmare because of dance and also how it kept getting caught in her hair

-Tyler does Ashlyn and Taylor's hair and helps Aiden with bleaching his when his roots are growing in

-Logan got a jellycat from the group once it was either a fat ugly-cute frog or the piece of toast

being a reader vs being a writer is insane.

like as a writer, i always want to apologize for not being in the mood to write whatsoever and hope no one hates me or is mad at me for not being a well-oiled story machine.

yet as a reader, if a writer tells me they're sorry and not in the mood to write, i'm like 'dude i love you, i'll re-read the same chapters you've posted in the meantime, and you can take five years to update because that will just give me something to live for in 2029'

everyone says you can always restart. that your future isn't forgotten, just sort of misplaced. they name actors and singers and authors who started at 46, 59. they cite chappell roan's 10 years. they tell you to push and push, that some day you'll open a door and the truth will be behind it.

but what if you aren't a celebrity in sheep's clothing. what if you're just a normal person. most people aren't exceptionally talented or else talent wouldn't be exceptional - right? what if you're just another median person; not ever startlingly bad nor terrifyingly good.

you put the shopping carts back and you walk your dog and you write poems on the internet. you have grown a plant or two; killed a few others. you did okay, overall, and you've been okay most of your life. not valedictorian, but you were a smart kid. you had some hard knocks, but you got up again. your life is just - average. you probably will never sing onstage at coachella. most of the time you are at peace with that - someone needs to drive the speed limit. life isn't about extraordinary circumstances, it's just about building a life you love and figuring out how to live in it.

but you would like to feel as if you'd found "the answer." everyone else seems to have some kind of talent they are born nesting in - and meanwhile you just exist. is that why you cycle through crafts and hobbies and activities like a roulette wheel? are you waiting for the moment where it turns out - all this time, you've been a visionary. a genius. all this time, you were special. even you: someone who has-never-been.

crawling up your throat: something bitter and savage. not quite a feeling of wasted potential. after all, you need to first have potential in order to waste it.