ALEXAAAAAA
“We can’t be in here, we’re gonna get put on some serious probation -” Walt said, voice hushed and frantic as Ray led him by the hand through the deserted halls of the Starfleet training simulation wing.
Only getting a smirk in response, Ray slowly eased the door open to the mock-bridge and waited to make sure there were no alarms being tripped before pushing it open the whole way and yanking Walt forward and around to the captain’s chair. “What’s the matter,” Ray said, lips hovering dangerously-close to Walt’s as he crowded him until he was seated and trapped, “you never want to get blown in the captain’s chair before?”
Somebody That I Used To Know | Gotye {Feat. Kimbra}
The Dodos | Men
We are in love
We are at war
I feed myself
You feed the poor
I write the fiction
You write the lore
These are addictions
That seem to form
The girl was totally thinking about giving him a hand massage btwAlex: He kicked me in the testicles.
Aww, poor baby. I didn’t wanna laugh but you’re too adorable when you said that!
The most important question here is: HOW CAN YOU LOOK SO GOOD ALL DIRTY & SWEATY?
![David Webster is the sort of child who bides his time tripping in and out of worlds of his creation while he waits for his big adventure to come along. He devours stories and weaves his own and every word pushes the boundaries of his imagination further into the vast unknown.
While the other boys turn two-hand-touch into a full contact sport he plunges headfirst into the pages of a book, wading among the words and tucking the ones he likes into his pockets. Most days, Joe Liebgott stretches out beside him. He says Sink won’t let him play because he’s too good. Sink won’t let him play because last time he did, four boys ended up in the aid station and they’d learned a couple of new swear words to antagonize their parents with. But David doesn’t correct him, because David doesn’t mind. He likes the company, even if Joe talks too much sometimes.
And David thinks if Joe were a character in a book, he’d be the hero. He isn’t afraid of anything (expect maybe the dark, judging by the way he climbs up into David’s bed each night with a flashlight in hand and doesn’t hop down until they’ve laughed the monsters out of the shadows) and he’s tough as nails. But most importantly of all, he never lets anyone tell him what to do; not to sit up straight during church, and not to clean his room. Not to behave at the parties with the people in suits who talk to loud and overstay their welcome, and most certainly not to keep his mouth shut while Mummy and Daddy are talking.
And David thinks someday he’ll write a story about Joe, and Joe will drop down from an open window in the dining room smeared in war paint during one of those parties and tell those people that their suits look stupid. And he’ll tell Mummy and Daddy to keep their mouths shut, and he’ll throw finger sandwiches and hors dourves at the people until they run out of the house with their arms flung over their heads. Then Joe will tell him it’s time to go and drag him toward the door.
And then his big adventure will begin. [x]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqjjmqDI6H1r1a99no1_500.jpg)
David Webster is the sort of child who bides his time tripping in and out of worlds of his creation while he waits for his big adventure to come along. He devours stories and weaves his own and every word pushes the boundaries of his imagination further into the vast unknown.
While the other boys turn two-hand-touch into a full contact sport he plunges headfirst into the pages of a book, wading among the words and tucking the ones he likes into his pockets. Most days, Joe Liebgott stretches out beside him. He says Sink won’t let him play because he’s too good. Sink won’t let him play because last time he did, four boys ended up in the aid station and they’d learned a couple of new swear words to antagonize their parents with. But David doesn’t correct him, because David doesn’t mind. He likes the company, even if Joe talks too much sometimes.
And David thinks if Joe were a character in a book, he’d be the hero. He isn’t afraid of anything (expect maybe the dark, judging by the way he climbs up into David’s bed each night with a flashlight in hand and doesn’t hop down until they’ve laughed the monsters out of the shadows) and he’s tough as nails. But most importantly of all, he never lets anyone tell him what to do; not to sit up straight during church, and not to clean his room. Not to behave at the parties with the people in suits who talk to loud and overstay their welcome, and most certainly not to keep his mouth shut while Mummy and Daddy are talking.
And David thinks someday he’ll write a story about Joe, and Joe will drop down from an open window in the dining room smeared in war paint during one of those parties and tell those people that their suits look stupid. And he’ll tell Mummy and Daddy to keep their mouths shut, and he’ll throw finger sandwiches and hors dourves at the people until they run out of the house with their arms flung over their heads. Then Joe will tell him it’s time to go and drag him toward the door.
And then his big adventure will begin. [x]
♠ Episode Mix #6 - Bastogne ♠
1. Winter Bones - Stars
You say “Is this a war?”
Hardly, and then you hit a wall
Honestly, you wan’t to know but you can’t
I believe, I want to believe, in anything2. Signs Of Life - Andrew Belle
Cause all these doctors say
That this is an emergency
I’d give my eyesight for
A little bit of urgency
Or just some signs of life from you3. Comfort You - Eskimo Joe
Oh, I will come to comfort you
I’m coming, I’m coming4. Still Cold - Mazzy Star
That’s just the way you are
Still cold like the stars
You used to say your heart felt like a stone
Now everything you ever wanted is your own5. The Weary Kind - Ryan Bingham
And this ain’t no place for the weary kind
This ain’t no place to lose your mind
This ain’t no place to fall behind
Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try6. Save Us - Cartel
But the better days behind us now,
We all need someone to tell us how
To save the state of where we are,
It keeps demanding more and more and more.
And who will save us?7. Prayer - Hayley Westenra
Hush, lay down your troubled mind
The day has vanished and left us behind
And the wind - whispering soft lullabies
Will soothe - so close your eyes8. Forever After Days - The National
On my feet I stand tonight,
Stand alone inside the edge
An extraordinary man,
Everything starts and holds me thereMix by: softshinythings
Cover by: leonford
Yesterday we talked about hipster!Andy and Eddie in the chat, and, um, this is the result?
Catch me if I fall,
I’m losing hold,
I can’t just carry on this way.
The Reluctant Graveyard by Jeremy Messersmith
A Girl, A Boy, And A Graveyard.
Jeremy Messersmith is an AMAZING Minnesota based indie artist. I only recently got into him when a friend of my from school told me about him and how amazing he was live. I must say that after listening to his music I am in awe of his talent. Everything is so raw and beautiful sounding, ranging from bouncy dance songs to slow melodies. The Reluctant Graveyard is EASILY my favorite album of his to date and A Girl, A Boy, A Graveyard is my absolute favorite off the ablum! With haunting lyrics and an even more haunting melody, Messersmith transports you to his world. I HIGHLY recommend you give him a listen!
Really quick sketch (pen on recycled paper notepad) made during dinner tonight.
Ron studying, from softshinythings’ Tired & Wired fic.
