hi, i'm cassie, 20, and i have no idea what i'm doing with my life. i'm a multifandom mess with some very serious obsessions, but i also like photoshop, books, ice-cream and having emotional outbursts over fictional characters. doomed ships are kind of my thing.

Emily and Xavier attend the ‘Fury’ Premiere in Washington DC on October 15

It’s rare. It’s something that doesn’t happen within 100 years, but every once in a while a beta can become an Alpha without having to steal or take that power. They call it a true Alpha. It’s one who rises purely on the strength of the character, by virtue, by sheer force of will.

Anonymous murmured: who did you write a ten page letter to?

ooh, i actually almost always write such long letters! i tend to elaborate a lot, and i like to flirt with words, let them swirl around me and in the end it always comes out like a short novel haha. besides, if i’ve taken time to sit down and write a proper, nice letter to someone, i wouldn’t just write two sentences and be done with it - i’ll make sure it’s worth reading ;a;

Anonymous murmured: ooh how were you kissed in the rain?

just answered! :)

Anonymous murmured: the story behind kiss in the rain and appearing on tv??

hiiii i’m so so sorry for replying 10000 years+infinity later but i’ve been really sick and couldn’t even deal with my ask ;aa; but hey hi! 
so my kiss in the rain (first and last if it comes to me tbqh - WAY overrated) was with my first ~teenage~ bf back in tenth grade. we were on our first date and he literally did everything by the book - he walked me home, he carried me through a pool of muddy water like a princess and he kissed me goodbye at my doorstep when it was raining cats and dogs.. funny thing though, he actually turned out to be so obsessive and creepy, almost on a stalker level. so maybe it was him, but i didn’t really like the kiss? because idk, you’re basically on your way to getting a nasty flu as the water pours down on you and.. well it’s the other part is mostly just normal kissing? so yeah very overrated imo.
my appearing on tv was very very brief when i was little - they were shooting something for the news channel at our school and they had me and my classmates gathered together for a few extra frames to go with the report. (although i think i was talking to someone just as the camera was rolling so i had my face hidden almost the entire time sobs I WAS SUCH AN AWKWARD POTATO EVEN THEN)

You know when you’re drowning, you don’t actually inhale until right before you black out. It’s called voluntary apnea. It’s like no matter how much you’re freaking out, the instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you won’t open your mouth until you feel like your head’s exploding. But then when you finally do let it in, that’s when it stops hurting. It’s not scary anymore. It’s - it’s actually kind of peaceful.

My ears hear what others cannot hear; small faraway things people cannot normally see are visible to me. These senses are the fruits of a lifetime of longing, longing to be rescued, to be completed. Just as the skirt needs the wind to billow, I’m not formed by things that are of myself alone.

There, all but obscured by its preserved cousins, is a fresh white rose. PerfectDown to the last thorn and silken petal.

And I know immediately who’s sent it to me.