chris kendall is just so fucking beautiful i mean just look at him
he’s like the most adorable thing ever but still he’s sexy as hell
and although he’s really charming and hilarous when he’s making faces
when he’s serious is just shows how truly gorgeous he is
as you see he’s got the prettiest hazel eyes ever and also his smile is the best thing in the world
oh and those glasses
so there. i hope you now understand just how beautiful christopher james kendall is.
i think the reason klaine gives me so many feels is because i’ve been in fandoms for years and throughout those years i have gone through so many ships
and basically none of them have been canon.
they’ve all only existed through manips and fanfics and thoughts.
but klaine is the first time that a ship has become canon. and not only that, but we got to watch the beautiful progression from friendship to best friends to boyfriends. we got to watch them go from the first time they met to their first kiss, first i love you’s, and first times.
sure we never get to see them making out and going on dates every other episode, but all that is inconsequential when you think of the bigger picture.
and now the creator of these two characters has basically said they’re going to end up together forever. they’re gonna get married. they’re endgame.
and really, being endgame is all any of us really want in a ship.
and with kurt and blaine, we’re actually getting that.
This is what happens when I listen to Disney songs while running errands… Ladies and Gentlemen, a Yogscast/Beauty and the Beast cross over!
Belle - Zoey: They’re both inquisitive, explore areas they aren’t allowed (wings for Belle, science for Zoey), create new technology and are generally badass.
Beast - Rythian: Beast form is the super-Enderman as seen in the Yoglabs vid. This time around, the magic mirror is his own creation, a form of Ender magic that enhanced a basic hand mirror. The rose is still the same, not screwing with that element.EDIT: Okay, well, yeah, the rose could only be a red mushroom. Perhaps it simply just withers rather than sheds petals (by the end of the film/story, the mushroom finally turns black, just as… Well, if you stuck out this far, you know how it all plays out.)
Hag/Enchanteress - Lalna: This has some logic, so hold on. Rythian changes from angry and vengeful to more benevolent thanks to Zoey, and it all couldn’t have happened without Lalna and Sjin’s interference, right? So Lalna is the one who curses Rythian into the Ender state in this. For argument’s sake, the curse breaking conditions are about the same; have someone love Rythian for who he is/have someone truly see him for him.
Gaston - Ridgedog: It all began with the sodding Gaston song. Ridgedog is the only name that fitted in place of Gaston, so it all went downhill from there. Assume the worst/most malevolent version of Ridge here and you’ve got it. One key part to him is that an athame dagger is visible on him at all times; basically, I want a reason why Ryth’s face stays scarred after the final battle, when he changes to human form, and the athame seems like a good excuse for it.
Le Fou - Nilesy: No specific reason beyond it fitting in my head. No really, I have nothing major.
Lumiere - Xephos: First off, the hair isn’t dissimilar, secondly, Cogsworth is absolutely Honeydew (admittedly a very cautious Honeydew) so Xeph had to be Lumiere. Arguably Sjin could take his place, and Sips Cogsworth’s, but you’d still have the personality issue in play. Either way, candles have a slight blue tint to them, referencing the well regarded fanon of Xeph and his glowing eyes.
Cogsworth - Honeydew: Nothing amazing to note here, beyond picturing the front of his clock form having an intricate triangular pattern representing his stunning beard.
Mrs Potts, Featherduster - Lomadia: Eurgh, I’m sorry Hannah but your vocals matched too well with Angela Lansbury while I listened to Be Our Guest. Plus, she does seem to try and keep everyone in some sort of order, so… The duster role? I’m not making it…odd and giving it to Minty.
Wardrobe - Minty: You know how many named female roles there are in BatB? Seven. Three of them are triplets who barely speak. So, Minty gets the remaining major female role, and the Triplets are given to the three ladies individually.
Monsieur D’Arque - Sips: The terrifying git who hauls Maurice to the madhouse, who possesses a gravelly, fiendish voice. Who better in this version than Sips?
Maurice - Sjin: I have no reason beyond why not. Plus, while Sjin isn’t an inventor, he has got a reputation as an architect, so it does work in a way.
Chip - Toby: He’s the youngest member of the cast, and the youngest person affiliated with the Yogscast. I don’t need a better reason.
I know it’s hard sometimes to not let insults effect you, but what you have to understand is when someone insults you it reflects on that person way more than it reflects on you. It can be basically an unanimous decision that someone is ugly, or fat, or too skinny, or has a big nose, or has messed up teeth, but if that’s all that you see when you look at a person it shows exactly what kind of person you are. It’s disgusting to me that people think it’s okay to look at a person and only see their flaws. And beyond that they have the nerve to point them out. Your nose may be smaller and you may have clearer skin, but when you point out someones flaws so maliciously it automatically makes your insides ugly and having ugly insides is far worse than any other physical flaw. I’m not saying that anyone that insults a person is jealous or insecure, because that is not always the case. However, anyone that insults a person because of their appearance can never be beautiful to me. If you are the type of person that can send someone an anonymous message telling them they are ugly or fat then I can have nothing but pity for you. How can you expect someone to love you for who you actually are when you have the ability to talk to someone like that? I would rather be fat or have a big nose or any other physical attribute that you find unattractive than be the type of person to insult someones appearance. I know someone out there can love me, flaws and everything, but no one will ever be able to love someone for who they really are when they have such disgusting insides.
” why is stefan even so upset that de slept together? elena and him aren’t together anymore ”
I’m seriously so done with your bullshit right now. You know that Damon is Stefan’s brother, right? Would you be okay with your brother/sister dating your ex? Cause, to be honest, I wouldn’t.
Do you even know why Stefan is so upset? Cause he’s dissapointed. In both Damon and Elena. How could they ever do this to him without feeling regret. They betrayed him. And that hurts. You would be hurt too. Unless you don’t have a heart.
So, please, this isn’t an excuse to hate him. It’s not an excuse at all.
Tonight made me realize the moment has come.
As I watched Joss Whedon accept the award of Movie of the Year at the MTV Movie Awards, I realized the time has come. Yes, it’s a MTV Movie Award, but damn it, it means the general population is finally recognizing the greatness of Joss Whedon. Yes, Buffy and Angel were fantastically popular and changed television. But people have been doubting him for years. And then in 2012, The Avengers was released. The fastest movie to hit the billion dollar mark. The third highest grossing film of ALL time. Joss Whedon did that. The man who we’ve all had faith in for years. When nobody understood, we knew what was up and how much of a genius Joss Whedon is. Tonight, I didn’t see him just get an MTV Movie Award. I saw him gain the respect he fricking deserves. It may not be an Oscar, but this was given to him by the general public, not an Academy. I think that means a little more.
so although im sooo happy april finally realized she loves jackson it wont be all rainbows and butterflies come september i dont even think he’ll give her a reason. jackson has learned to be very guarded when it comes to april because hes been hurt by her countless times. and i wouldnt blame him. he wanted to marry her. and she just disregarded it all when she realized she wasnt pregnant not realizing he wanted it all with her regardless if there was a baby or not. then she goes on and gets engaged to a guy shes only been dating for a few months. and he stands there not saying a word cause she seems happy. she finally got what she thought she wanted. and he wasnt/isnt going to be the one to take that away from her. so sadly i dont think he’ll open his heart again to april until he for sure knows she isn’t going to be fickle and start going back to blaming him for everything. and it’ll take awhile to resolve. she might even start planning a wedding to call his bluff, but i dont think it’ll go that far cause matt seems like a smart guy and will probably end his engagement to april after realizing that she actually loves jackson not him. so basically japril will continue to break our hearts.
You know that feeling you get when you listen to your favorite band for the first time, and you just fall in love with them, and all of their lyrics make sense to you, and you just feel so happy that you finally found something in life that makes sense to you and makes you feel better about things. That no matter what you’re going through, if you listen to that band, you automatically feel better, you feel alive again. When you buy their merch and wear it proudly, even when others around you may not know who they are, you don’t care because you are proud of them. When you go to their concerts, and all the people around you love the band as much as you, you gain their respect. You sing every lyric with them, and your heart races, and you just feel like you belong, and at the end of that day, you get to possibly meet your favorite band members, and it just feels so perfect. The times when you feel like no one else cares, and there your favorite band is, singing those lyrics to you. That’s when you know you belong, that someone who used to be just like, is now out living their dream and making the music you love. You have to stop and appreciate those band members for working so hard. When people are not their for you, music is.
morning. starting this day of with something i just can’t keep inside. i just can’t keep my mouth shut about it because
dear person in the sasha/r&i tag,
are you serious? you take other people’s brilliant manips, photoshop them into works of sheer horror, and post that butchered stuff with comments like “everything is better with filters”, “Again not my pose……. but I totally made it better”, “I did not make the pose but I added to the ambience of the scene. LIGHTING is KEY people!!”, My version of a classic:*
ARE YOU SERIOUS?! WHAT?! WAAAAT?!
i encourage everyone to post their edits, as simple/lousy they may seem. we all once started out on photoshop, (and when i look back on the stuff i did in the beginning i just wanna vomit.) BUT downloading manips, that people probably sat hours on, putting a fugly filter on them and then saying ”i totally made this better” is just downright ridiculous, rude, embarrassing and most of all STUPID!
(the least you could do is credit the original artist)
Five months on, I still look for you everywhere I go and you’re still in most of my thoughts, I just don’t notice it as much anymore, it’s just kind of normal to me now. But today, I was looking for you and I realised, I didn’t know what I was looking for. I haven’t seen your face in so long, I’ve not let myself look at anything that is you for so long, I’ve banned myself from dwelling on what you’re doing now because it’s still just too painful, no photo’s of you have been seen, any happy memories of us have been quickly dismissed as soon as they came up, just because, I just can’t… And obviously, while the thoughts of you and your presence are constantly still with me, I’m so terrified now that you’re starting to slip away from me. And I know that should be a good thing, right? That’s a good stage, the more I can forget you, the more I can move on and be happy without you. I still don’t want to do that, but I’ve accepted the fact that I have to now, and I know that I can, and sometimes, I even want to… But I don’t want to have the accept the fact that I’m losing even the memory of you. While I was looking for you today in the crowds of people (like I pretty much always do, however pathetic it may be), I kind of forgot the face that I was looking for. Of course, I remember all your features, all the up-close bits of skin that I spent hours memorising, all the little perks of you that I fell in love with, but I feel like as time has gone on, they’ve all kind of moulded into this blur of things I kind of remember and things that I haven’t seen in so long that I’m forgetting them. And, it’s just the worst feeling in the world. This should be a good thing, this should be a blessing, this should make everything easier… So why does it feel like the opposite? I know that I’m never going to forget you, I know that I’m never going to forget everything you made me feel, everything you made me experience, everything you said, everything you meant, every little thing about you that I’ll probably be in love with for the rest of my life, reguardless of whether or not I want to, but the fact that I can’t see you as clearly in my mind anymore, as logical as it is, it’s just making me feel so sad… Like I’m kind of being disloyal to you in a way. I hate this blur of memories and facial features and photos and emotions and sadness and happiness that has now replaced the crystal-clear, beautiful, wonderful, happy image I used to have of you in my mind, and the happy, wonderful, powerful feelings that used to come with it. I just miss you, you know? It’s stupid. Everything I’m feeling and thinking and writing right now is stupid and pathetic, I know… Because I bet you forgot what my face looks like long ago didn’t you? And it probably didn’t bother you… And why should it? You’ve probably moved on… And of course, I kind of hope you have. But it’s just hard. It’s hard to feel this way constantly, no matter what happiness comes my way, and no matter how positive I feel, there’s always gonna be something that’s gonna remind me that you’re not around anymore and that a little piece of you disappears from me every single day… And a big gaping hole filled with sadness (but also, a little bit of hope, too) replaces it. I’ve been holding onto that little piece of hope, gripping onto it with the tips of my fingers ever since you left, it’s kind of the only thing I’ve been able to do, really. And that’s okay. And I’m doing okay. I really really am… I’m so much better than I have been in recent months, and I’m in kind of a good place now, I know that. And I’m so incredibly blessed to have everything that has happened to me over the past few months, I know that. But it just gets hard sometimes… I just miss you. And I just wish I could see you, see your face so I can just memorise it one last time, and then move on with my life. Get the closure that I kind of so desperately need. But I know that’s not gonna happen, because I’m not strong enough to see you yet, I know. But, I just miss you. And I guess I just still wish that you’d come back and I still wish that everything was different and I still resent every single day that I spend apart from you… Every single one. But reguardless, forget about me. I still wish that you’re happy, I think you are, atleast. And that’s all that matters. Keep being happy, keep moving on, keep living the life that you wanted to live, and know that I am so, so happy for you. I’ll always love you, even if one day I forget what colour eyes you had or that you had this little vein that stuck out under your right eye (… It was under your right eye, right?! See, even this is a blur to me now…). I’ll always love you in the summer, during the night, during the day, when I’m happy, when I’m sad, when the stars are out, when beautiful music is playing, and most of all, when I get tiny glimpses of my life in the future that don’t feature you. I’ll love you always, but I’ll always miss you more.
Songfic: “Sierra” by Cursive
He felt like a stalker, one hand on the blinds trying to see if he could make her out in the shades or something. All he wanted was a glimpse of her, just a flash of blonde hair, pale skin.
He’d found her in District Two, at the south end, where the cities looked like they were made of gold, their restricted areas stretched out for miles and miles, pale gold sand, the color of his beloved’s hair. She’d been living right underneath his nose.
There was a girl at the front of the apartment building playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails. Her dark hair contrasted nicely with the pink ribbons. If he had a daughter he would make sure Madge put pink ribbons in her hair just like that. He was reminded of Madge, back in District Twelve she couldn’t be seen without a ribbon in her hair. He used to tease her about it too, pulling them out of her hair, waiting for her to press herself against him, rising to her tippy toes for a better chance to reach it, but she never did. He was too tall and she too petite. He wondered where her mother was, who was watching her.
It was hot in District Two, the air dry, but he was sticky nonetheless, his t-shirt sticking to his back, his hair plastered to his forehead. He had the window open, in a sad attempt to let some of the nonexistent breeze in.
“Sierra!” He heard a voice call out. “Your bath is ready!” He watched a figure appear in the balcony. His heart beat out of his chest when he saw it was his girl, his Madge. Her hair was pulled up in a single ponytail. She was wearing a thin grey dress.
The little girl looked up at her, her hand coming up to shield her eyes from the sun. “Coming!” And the little girl ran into the apartment assumedly up to get into her bath.
Gale moved away from the window. His hands were shaking. She was a mother. The girl looked to be about five. It was just a little over five years since he had left her. His chest ached the more he thought about how she looked like Posy, with the thick dark Seam hair and tan skin.
He wondered how she dealt with being a single mother. Did she smoke to deal with the memories or did she jog every morning? Did she drink when she thought of him? Or didn’t she need to drink? Had she had enough time to get over him, get over them and was over it? Did she have a lover? Does he come home from a long work, providing for the both of them and kiss his wife? Did he kiss their young Sierra on the forehead before she went to sleep, “call her his baby?”
Gale was overcome with rage at the only person who deserved it, himself. He wanted that life now. He was over running all over Panem, running from her. It was necessary work, but he didn’t have to leave it the way he did. He could’ve visited; they could’ve still had something even while he was away. It would’ve worked out because he was Gale and she was Madge.
He was reminded of how he left. How he broke her when he left, how blasé he was about it all, like she didn’t matter, as if it didn’t matter that he had transformed into a wrecking ball and was hell bent on ruining everything in his path. He had already killed Prim. He was already a monster.
He thought about coming to her apartment, about knocking on that door, telling her he was ready to settle down, that he wanted his child and he wanted that apartment. He wanted this life with her, right now.
He was ready to settle down. He was ready to leave that wrecking ball behind.
He could be whatever she wanted him to be and she could be his twinkle in that vast desert sky.