Can I just please express how much this made me ship Auslly right from the very start? See the way Trish nudges Ally as Ally looks up at Austin performing for her sake and risking his career for her? It’s like Trish knows what Ally’s been through, ya feel me? As if like, she’s this girl that hasn’t had the breakthrough she needed, hasn’t seen the world on the right, fun side because she’s swallowed up by her fears and her insecurities — and then all of a sudden this guy comes along and changes all that. And what she thought she could never have — her dreams of becoming a songwriter, as an artist, as a musician in general — is finally now laid out in front of her and she’s got even more than just that. She’s got Austin Moon. And the point I’m making here is that even Trish can see how happy Ally has become since he came drumming corn dogs into her life. Maybe at this point she hasn’t gotten over her stage fright yet, but she’s getting there and he’s helping her and Trish how much better Ally has become. And when she nudges Ally it’s like she’s saying, hey, he’s a great guy, and Ally turns back to her and smiles with a look that says, I know.
Benedict Cumberbatch finishes a maze faster than should be humanly possible.
Benedict , your Sherlock is showing.
And at last, Chapter 5 is here!!
It’s worth the wait, promise :) If you take a look at this, I thank you in advance for being kind enough to take a look at my work :)
Some things in Common.
#1: Austin’s wearing a red shirt.
#2: All the songs end in the word “YOU”
"There’s no way I can make it without YOU"
"I think about YOU"
"Stuck on YOU"
#3: they both look hopelessly in love with each other. :)
I’M POSITIVE THEY DO THESE THINGS ON PURPOSE TO DRIVE ME CRAZY!!!
I HAVE NEVER LAUGHED SO HARD OH MY GOD
What is love?
Such a simple question, yet so hard to find a sufficient answer.
Is it moments pieced together by a common thread? If so, what makes up that thread? Is it completely emotional? Does logic dictate the rationale between attraction of thoughts and the likelihood of its mutuality? Is love time, or lack thereof? Is it the sparkle in someone’s eyes when they first see you after a long day at work or school? Is it the little things, like remembering their favorite color or memorizing the contours of their face? Is love….fear? Is it the longing for the touch of their hand as soon as they leave your door? Is it all the wondering souls who seek them in competition of you? Is it the skeletons in the closest that try to rebirth themselves, seeking the same thing that I do with the one they let go too fast? Does it find meaning in politeness, or in the snips of words with connotations of a soul seeking retribution? How can you see this manifestation in another, or can it not be seen at all? Is it simply an innate feeling, one that you “just know”? How can you tell its antithesis? How does this take any form in reality when its home is deep inside of a soul?
A merry-go-round dictates my life sometimes when I’m alone in thought. I’m happy and I’m scared and I’m excited and I’m nervous; I feel all sorts of things without any direction in interpretation. I’m so used to always having everything figured out. I know my days and what I do with them, I know why I do what I do and the consequences of it. With this, I feel like I’m in a box filled with many doors. Those doors can lead to many different paths, and it’s like I want to open all of them at once and not open any of them at the same time.
How does logic support that? It doesn’t.
I’m stuck between safety and diving and risks. This time, it’s different, and i don’t know why.
I’m in a paradox.
If you ever feel stupid at least remember you’re not these people