Yasss

A To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before Sequel wishlist

As anyone who follows me knows, I have been obsessing over this movie since it came out on Friday. I now love it with a fiery passion and I will fight anyone who talks shit about. Having said that here are some things that I’d like to see in the sequel (because it WILL happen and I HAVE to believe that)

Lara Jean walks up to Peter in front of his friends, says “Hi” and kisses him hello and he grins at her and he is star struck because the whole “no kissing” thing is officially out the window

Lara Jean and Peter go on their first real date and they show PDA but it’s in a cute way…i.e. holding hands, more hand in back pocket, kisses on cheeks, snuggling up to each other…but seriously when are they not cute?

Peter accidentally finds Lara Jean’s envelope full of condoms from her Dad and says something like, “Damn, Covey…if I knew you wanted it that bad all you had to do was ask” and she’s embarrassed and they have a good laugh over it

Lara Jean and Peter have a hot makeout session after Peter lifts her up and puts her to sit on a counter top and when she asks what he’s doing he says, “Well you’re so short, I had to split the difference” then she rolls her eyes at him and pulls him down to her. This is definitely all that I could think of them doing when I saw Lara Jean sitting on his kitchen counter and Peter holding on to the counter near the sink for dear life so that he wouldn’t reach for her

Lara Jean proudly waltzing up to Peter and showing him her new instagram feed that is chock full of pictures of the two of them

More movie nights but this time they are cuddling and Lara Jean’s head is in Peter’s lap and he’s stroking her hair

Peter giving Lara Jean driving lessons and sitting in the passenger seat because he trusts her

Lara Jean and Peter going to the Korean grocery store together to stock up on goodies

Lara Jean telling Peter that she loves him and Peter smugly saying, “I know.” Lara Jean says, “What?” Peter says, “What? Don’t tell me you’ve never seen Star Wars! Okay add it to the list.” Lara Jean: “Don’t you have something to say to me too?” “Covey, you know I love you, c’mere” He kisses her and says, “Okay now add it to our movie list.” She writes it down and says, “Okay fine but now you have to watch Sleepless in Seattle with me.” (Because that is one of her favourite movies in the books)

Peter’s promposal to Lara Jean from the books with him trying to re-enact the ending scene from Sleeping Seattle

Lara Jean and Peter’s prom night and Peter being so thunder struck by how gorgeous Lara Jean looks that he can’t even say that she looks pretty. All he can do is stare at her in amazement and say “Wow”. 

Feel free to add to this list <3

WHAT I NEED IN SEASON 6!!!!

Jordan being the first on the ground

Octavia whispering to herself “We’re back bitches”

Bellamy telling Jordan “your sister, your responsibility” @ Madi

Madi and Jordan team up against Bellarke

Madi, Octavia, and Dizoya having a weird leader bond

Bellamy and Clarke kissing on the new planet

Zaven babies

Eligious 3 information

Monty and Harper memorial

Kane to be out of the picture (seriously I can’t with him)

Jordan and Murphy shenanigans

Jordan talking about Monty and Harper

Raven and Zeke (or Miles idgaf) having a casual conversation

Some type of happiness

That becho shit to be over

Abby to get her shit together (she’s the worst mother on the show and needs to fucking woman up)

Some nostalgia

A flashback of some sort just or the heck of it

FUCKING SEASON 6 TO BE MORE THAN 13 EPISODES!!! DO IT YOU COWARDS!!!

Update: low-key want the first episode(s) to be just Bellamy, Clarke, and Jordan trying to figure out whether or not the planet is habitable before waking everyone up

Feel free to add more!!!!

"The rivalry ends here," Percy said. "I love you, Wise Girl."

The Blood of Olympus (via longingforthepumpkins)

He said ittttttt

Yasss, Percy! Show em Romans!

"They yelled like banshees and charged. Jason grinned. He loved the Greeks. They had no organization whatsoever, but they made up for it with enthusiasm.” -Blood of Olympus

I laughed so hard at this part I had to stop reading.

Yesssss

I was Going through the blood of Olympus tag and I couldn’t help wondering about •Percy and Annabeth going to prom •Percy and Annabeth’s college adventures •Nico and Hazel bonding •Nico comforting Reyna when she’s sad and/or stressed. •Leo and Calypso in general •Solangelo •Percy and Jason shenanigans •Will and nico •Nico participating in camp activies • S O L A N G E L O

peter k and lara jean after book 3

peter kept his promise of writing a letter to lara jean every once a week

they call every night before going to sleep

sometimes, without telling lara jean, he drives to UNC and surprise her

then they both drive back to surprise their adopted child (a.k.a. kitty)

lara jean forces peter to help her bake but somehow it always ends up with them throwing flour at each other

lara jean pretends to get mad at peter but is secretly enjoying it as much as he does

they spend their weekends going around the city trying all the famous bakeries to find the best macarons (something lara jean is into right now after she made the perfect chocolate chip cookies)

when peter has a big game lara jean would leave school early and surprise him and wears his jersey that she DIYed

for peter's birthday lara jean hosted a party (yes a party) because she knows peter enjoys parties

of course she had help from chris

peter is genuinely surprised when all his friends from highscool showed up

when he found out lara jean was behind all this he went up to hug her and kiss her in front of everyone

lara jean can't stop blushing

SANSA: I've missed you.

BRAN: In case you haven't noticed, I'm weird. I'm a weirdo. I don't fit in. And I don't want to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid sled underneath? That's weird.

Let the light shine through

I don’t care if you ship rucas or lucaya or faya or rebelhart or joshaya or riarkle. if you like gmw, we can be friends.

"Standards: A Slam Poem"

“Standards: A Slam Poem” In third grade I sat wondering, “Aren’t your parents supposed to love you?” After yelling at me for receiving a 99%, I sat heartbrokenly crying at the piano, incoherently sobbing while you just sat right next me engrossed in your own little world staring at a computer screen, not noticing your sobbing daughter. Your daughter. The one you call stupid selfish greedy idiotic senseless worthless and every other insult you can possibly muster from that pea sized brain of yours. You have a PhD, not an understanding of human emotion or limitation. You set standards so high that they are more than impossible to reach. Every time I get even remotely close those expectations are heightened beyond belief. It feels like I’m in a desert and finally achieving your expectations is just a mirage. I climb life like a rope hoping to see that bell but it just keeps fading, climbing twice as fast. I’m overwhelmed, stressed, and unhappy. I can’t recall the last time I have been happy, if I’ve ever known what that feels like to begin with. I do not know the feeling of feeling appreciation. I do not recall that last time you expressed pride in me because it has never happened. A few words can send me flying teetering free-falling off of the edge holding in tears while you sit by completely unaware. After spending hours pouring over a thirteen page essay I’ve asked you to read multiple times, you finally did so when I got the grade back… three months later. Shocked, you said, “This is actually good.” “Actually?” Hours upon hours poured into an assignment that some people failed, returning home with a 98%. But even so you looked at the rubric and told me, “2.5 out of 3 for this section? This is unacceptable” There were 150 points possible by the way. Are you asking me to achieve perfection? The impossibility of flawlessness? I don’t know what to say I don’t know what to do I don’t know what to give I don’t know how to try. Even as I tell myself not to, I succumb to what you want. I stretch myself thin worry myself to an early grave and I am weak. I am weak in the fact that I give in. I am weak in the fact that despite my straining vocal cords and my pulled taut muscles I am your slave, your doll. I look at my reflection in the mirror and tell myself that I am strong, but I still bend to your will. You’re living vicariously through me, forcing me to do and accomplish all that you had failed to do in your youth. You feel revived in me making a carbon copy of yourself and thinking that you are making a great contribution to the world. What you have yet to realize is that I will never be like you. When I see traces of you in me, I think of myself as nothing but a monster. You have allowed me, forced me to let letters and numbers define me. You say that you do absolutely everything for me but you only truly care for yourself. I’m barely clinging onto life here on my side of things and yet you still push. You push and push and force. Every time I attempt to bring up your faults, you turn them back onto me. Yet when you complain about my faults, you fail to realize that they are yours too. For a one that claims to know science, you don’t seem to understand simple genetics. Maybe you gave me my skills for acting. I fake like no other, constantly living a play. With a mask of content on my face and a smile plastered to my lips, I wipe away my sadness and I diminish the darkness in my eyes. I act around you and I fool you all… I’m almost good enough to fool myself into believing that I am happy, that I am satisfied with my life. The one person the one friend that understood what I’m going through has found her happiness leaving me lonelier than before which I never thought possible. Surrounded by people everywhere we go and yet I am so isolated and so closed off from the world. Am I shutting myself in, or are you shutting me out? I for one do know that you would love it if I stayed home every day holed up in my room, studying. After all, Harvard is for those who strive hard enough. Harvard! Harvard is a dream you built for me forced onto me, and yet if I bring it up, you say, “As if someone like you can get into Harvard.” Ever since I was two, you have pummeled drummed into my head that I am to go to Harvard and make the family proud. Yet here you are crushing under your foot a dream that I am not even sure that I want. This is because I don’t know what I want! How can I know what I want when I don’t even know who I am? I have no clue who I am. You have made me play pretend for so long that I no longer remember the girl I used to be, if I were any different before to begin with. I aimlessly wander about, unsure of every decision I make unsure of every action I execute. Congratulations on making me second guess myself and regret my life. Good job making your daughter a numb brainless drone. Your standards your expectations are like shackles, weighing me down and chaining me to a life I no longer wish to live. Every fiber of my being is shrieking at myself, scolding myself, telling myself to not give in to your standards. Tonight, as well as all of the others, I shall cry myself to sleep. I will mourn for the girl that grew up too fast, that lost herself before she found herself. Yet tomorrow morning and with every other passing day, I will be back to the automaton, living for you, but not for me.