Me, obviously!

WHETHER   IT   BE   MELODIES   THAT   GIVE   YOU   INSPIRATION   FOR   YOUR   MUSE   OR   SONGS   THAT   GET   YOU   INTO   THE   WRITING   MOOD   —   PICK   10   SONGS   YOU   FIND   TO   GIVE   YOU   THE   URGE,   THE   DRIVE,   OR   THE   CREATIVITY   TO   WRITE   FOR   YOUR   MUSE   !

Maroon 5 - She Will Be Loved

The LA’s - There She Goes

Sara Bareilles - Brave

Colbie Caillat - Realize

Ben Cocks - So Cold

Tal Bachman - She’s So High Above Me

London Grammar - Wasting My Young Years

Lana Del Ray - Young and Beautiful

Imagine Dragons - Who We Are

The Script - Superheroes

bonus: The Kooks - See Me Now

Am I seriously thinking about finishing the Sabrina blog I started like 2 years ago? I’m not even exaggerating. I started it around two years ago. Oops. Well it’s a decision I will contemplate tomorrow. For now… bed.

@thebansheeofthepack​ cont’d from here.

{text: Strawberry Queen} You’re welcome. I’m glad you like it. {text: Strawberry Queen} I don’t promise anything, but I’ll try and answer when you call.

Isaac wasn’t at home, because he was out, and had just had a meeting with a client about a set of illustrations he was going to make for a book.

       [ text; Isaac Lahey   -   Of course I did! Looks so good. ]          [ text; Isaac Lahey   -   You know I will haunt you if you don’t! ]  

“It’s never enough,” he said in a scolding tone, joke returned with a severity that he could usually only muster when talking to … Well, there were few people who really got him like that, that he felt truly comfortable with like that. And he wouldn’t say that he knew Lydia Martin terribly well, but at least she wasn’t visibly recoiling at the hat on his head or the fact that his name was Jughead. He’d heard it all – all the jokes, all the insults, all the good, the bad, and the ugly. His whole life had been filled with people who wouldn’t accept him into their society, and it was something he wanted to fit into if that was what society was really like. But it wasn’t all bad. He’d learned that.

As she offered him a ride, he was reminded of that fact. A slight raise to his brows, he was otherwise expressionless. But finally, Jughead nodded. “Yeah, cool. You know – you should take full advantage of this opportunity,” he said seriously, but like her, his green eyes had a spark of humour in them. Rounding the back of the car, he came up to the passenger side door. “Regain the days of your youth. Self-indulge. Get a milkshake yourself.”

The past few years Lydia’s life change a lot. Not just because she had to realize there was a lot more than she ever thought was possible. Basically a whole new world filled with the supernatural. But that was not all of it, it was brought it all in rolling, but her friendship group changed, she herself changed. Hanging out with the weird kid didn’t bother her anymore. Probably because for a while there she herself was the lunatic who ran around school and screamed in class. So it didn’t bother her to be seen with Jughead, even if he wasn’t the most popular kid. There were more important things - she had to learn that the hard way. And he deserved better. 

 @thebansheeofthepack​ asked: „ i told you! why didn’t you listen?! “ // angst & post-angst.

                      „ i’m sorry , okay ? i’m sorry. “ , the werewolf whispered over and over again. maybe he should have listened to lydias words and not get invovled with the other pack. maybe he should have kept his distance and yet he didn’t. and what did he got out of it ? a blue eye , that would disappear soon and a few broken rips, but he never intented to scared lydia or anyone else.