a lonely kite

sgt pepper explained
  • sgt pepper: the beatles are having an identity crisis
  • a little help from my friends: ringo wants drugs (and the boys got him)
  • lucy in the sky: the john lennon equivalent of hanging his son's drawing on the fridge
  • getting better: wtf yeah i guess it is
  • fixing a hole: paul has chores
  • she's leaving home: paul john and george martin's lonely hearts club band
  • for the benefit of mr kite: scary circus (normal circus)
  • within you without you: george and george martin's lonely hearts club band
  • when i'm 64: things we said today but with grandchildren on yerr knee
  • lovely rita: faul's thirsty for the lady who killed paul
  • good morning: john went for a walk today (oh boy)
  • sgt pepper reprise: the beatles try to convince us once again that it's not them but they're gonna have to try harder than that
  • a day in the life: was george even here


created by - Minimal-Pulse-Art

The Signs As Beautiful Lang Leav Poems
  • Aries:
  • If you love me
  • for what you see,
  • only your eyes would be
  • in love with me.
  • If you love me
  • for what you've heard,
  • then you would love
  • for my words.
  • If you love
  • my heart and mind,
  • then you will love me,
  • for all that I'm.
  • If you don't love
  • my every flaw,
  • then you mustn't love me -
  • not at all.."
  • Taurus:
  • Where are you?” She asked.
  • “I have been searching all my life.”
  • “Stop looking for me,” Love replied, “and I will find you.
  • Gemini:
  • "Her heart is played like well worn strings,
  • In her eyes the sadness sings,
  • Of one who was destined of better things"
  • Cancer:
  • "I loved you more than love allowed"
  • Leo:
  • "Her bow is drawn to worlds of dark,
  • where arrows spring and miss their mark—
  • she'll turn their heads but not their hearts."
  • Virgo:
  • It was a question I had worn on my lips for days - like a loose thread on my favourite sweater I couldn't resist pulling - despite knowing it could all unravel around me.
  • "Do you love me?" I ask.
  • In your hesitation I found my answer.
  • Libra:
  • What is she like?
  • I was told—
  • she is a
  • melancholy soul.
  • She is like
  • the sun to the night;
  • a momentary gold.
  • A star when dimmed
  • by dawning light;
  • the flicker of
  • a candle blown.
  • A lonely kite
  • lost in flight—
  • someone once
  • had flown.
  • Scorpio:
  • What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude.
  • It was like being exhumed, I answered, and brought to life in a flash of brilliance.
  • What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy.
  • It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.
  • What was it like to lose him? Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded;
  • It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me—said all at once.
  • Sagittarius:
  • "Forget her tattered memories,
  • or the pages others took;
  • you are her ever after—
  • the hero of her book."
  • Capricorn:
  • "It's so dark right now, I can't see any light around me. That's because the light is coming from you. You can't see it but everyone else can."
  • Aquarius:
  • "To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon its hinges"
  • Pisces:
  • She lends her pen,
  • to thoughts of him,
  • that flow from it,
  • in her solitary.
  • For she is his poet,
  • And he is her poetry.

Got tagged to post my Spotify 2017 wrapped results and tag 10 new people by @becausepuns

I pick @isnt-ray-something @witchboyiero @plts @penumbraconfused @all-the-love-to-petekey @sarcasticemo @drums-of-the-city-rain and @headfirstslideintopetekeyhell

The Wanderer

What is she like?
I was told—
she is a
melancholy soul.

She is like
the sun to the night;
a momentary gold.

A star when dimmed
by dawning light;
the flicker of
a candle blown.

A lonely kite
lost in flight—
someone once
had flown.

—  Lang Leav

On this day in music history: January 31, 1967 - John Lennon will purchase a vintage nineteenth century circus poster from an antique shop in Sevenoaks, Kent, UK. It will inspire Lennon to write the song “Being For The Benefit Of Mr. Kite”. Lennon finds the poster while browsing in the shop, while a break from making the promotional film for “Strawberry Fields Forever”. Most of the songs lyrics will be taken directly from the poster. The Beatles will begin recording “Kite” on February 17, 1967 during the sessions for “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band”. The song will start off simply, but grows in complexity as recording progresses. Wanting to create the sonic atmosphere of a circus, producer George Martin will look for a calliope to play on the recording. When all he finds are ones that are automated, the sounds will be created by using the studios’ Hammond organ as well as transcribing tapes from the Abbey Road sound effects library, that are incorporated into the final recording. The track will be completed and mixed on March 31, 1967.

“What is she like?
  I was told—
  she is a
  melancholy soul.
  She is like
  the sun to the night;
  a momentary gold.
  A star when dimmed
  by dawning light;
  the flicker of
  a candle blown.
  A lonely kite
  lost in flight—
  someone once
  had flown.”

Lang Leav ~

Motion effects by George RedHawk

Children of the Gods: Chapter 6

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Yaaaaay~ Another chapter and it’s getting closer and closer to the good stuff each time ;) Hope you all enjoy!

~ Heather

Word count: 4.4k

Genre: Greek Myth AU

Characters: BTS + EXO + Reader

The infirmary. For some reason you had pictured some kind of a dungeon filled with sharp objects in every corner and bodies that smelled like shit littering the dingy beds looking dead already. Thankfully it was the exact opposite of what you expected. The beds were all made with fresh sheets, privacy dividers folded and placed at the head of each bed in case someone wished to use them, and even heat pads sitting at the foot of each bed that was not in use. There was no sign of pointy objects anywhere in the cabin either.

You looked towards your friend who slept peacefully on, his hair was splayed out behind him on the pillow and his sheets were pooling around his body as if he had been wiggling around in bed. You could see the outline of his legs spread out wide along the bed; Yixing was always a bed hog. You were glad the infirmary wasn’t some kind of dungeon. Now you would be able to sleep well knowing Yixing was at least safe in here.

Taking a deep breath you finally made your way fully into the cabin, closing the door that you had been holding open very softly. Padding over in your bare feet you sat down on the foot of Yixing’s bed, sitting in between his legs and laughing quietly.

“Yixing. Wake up.” You chimed in a sweet voice as you patted his calf, causing him to stir in his sheets. It was in the middle of the night but you had been concerned all night long about Yixing so you had finally gotten up to do something about it. “Come on. Wakey wakey. I miss talking to youuu.” you teased him a little more and saw the sleepy smile spread across his face, revealing he had been awake anyways.

“It’s like two in the morning. What could you possibly want to talk about?” you giggled and shifted your weight, crawling up his legs and flopping down on top of him. You folded your arms over his stomach and laid your chin down on your arms as you stared up at him.

“I want to talk about you dummy. How is your shoulder?” you shook your shoulders a little bit to shake him, wanting him to open his eyes and look at you.

Your wish came true as his eyes slowly fluttered open, the dark color of his irises locking with yours as he stared down at you. The relief you had felt before, the joy of having been able to see him and hear his voice suddenly went away. As if it was a lone kite drifting right above you in the sky and the wind just swept it away. The air around you two grew weird and you were starting to get the feeling in your chest you had whenever you got uncomfortable.

“It’s ruined.” ruined? What the heck did he even mean by that? “The uh… arrow I was shot by was coated with a paralysis poison. The girl that worked on my shoulder told me that the poison had been made wrong though; instead of having been paralyzed the poison acted slow and only affected the muscles in my shoulder. I won’t ever be able to use my shoulder again.”

You laid there in silence, disbelief bombarding you with multiple punches. ‘There was no way that was real.’, ‘He was playing a prank on you wasn’t he?’, ‘If it is real then what on earth are we going to do?’, questions were flying everywhere in your brain and it was almost driving you insane until you finally spoke one out loud.

“How are we going to survive this war?” a soft sigh pushed past his lips as his eyes fluttered close once again.

“I’m going to stay here. Help however I can around the camp. I wouldn’t have been any good out on the field in the first place. It seems this is where I belong now.”

“No Yixing. We are getting out of this camp. Me and you. There is no way we are staying and getting involved with these assholes.” you sat up between his legs once more as his eyes shot open. You inhaled a sharp breath as he stared up at you. You had never seen that look in his eyes before and if you had to be completely honest it frightened you. He was angry. More than angry; his eyes held a fire in them that you had never seen before and he was directing it towards you.

“Me and you?” he spat the words out at you like it was dirt. “What the hell? You were planning on just leaving Hoseok and Jimin here to fend for themselves?” he might as well had just slapped you in the face, because that’s what it felt like he was doing when he said that.

“Hoseok was the one that decided to leave us first remember?! He was the one that was going to abandon us in Athens!” your voice rose as you fought to defend yourself. “Why the hell should we care what he does when he was the first to leave?!”

“Because he is our friend! Because we promised him we would be there for him!” Yixing was shouting right back at you now, his good arm pushing him up in the bed so he was face to face with you. His right arm hung limply at his side. The deadly calm that came from him later struck you like a brick to the head. “You may be willing to forget about your promises but I will never go back on mine. I promised to protect you two and I will do just that. If you decide to leave on your own I will not be chasing you down.”

His face was inches away from yours and it held no sympathy in it’s features like you were expecting it to. Your eyes stung and filled with tears, your vision blurring before you as you tried to hold them in. You felt empty. Worse than you had at the safe house when Hoseok said he was going to leave. You had never expected this from Yixing he was the one you were trying to protect this entire time; Hoseok was the one that had decided to leave so why was he being like this?

“I was doing it for you.” you choked out the sentence, your voice barely recognizable as you started to sob.

“And I am doing this for you.” you felt his hand before you could see it. The soft pad of Yixing’s thumb gently brushing against your cheek to wipe away your tears. “Don’t let this stupid war tear our friendship apart. If anything Hoseok needs you now more than ever. Think about it. He did this for me. He came for me. They would have forced me to come anyways because of my wound. He was going to protect me just like you did.”

Suddenly it was like you had run into a wall, everything making sense now. How could you have been so stupid? How could you not have seen that? Of course he would have done that for Yixing. He was trying to protect him this entire time. You would have done the same thing, you would have gone anywhere they took him. You would have never left his side and Yixing knew that.

You tried to speak again but it only came out as a forced cry. Your body shaking and the tears spilling down your cheeks. Why were you trying to do this all by yourself? You weren’t some great warrior that could take down the world. You were just you and there was nothing you could do without your friends. But you had been so willing to leave one behind because of your blind rage.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Hoseok should be the one you apologize to. Not me. I’m apparently everyone’s focus of attention; technically no one was ever thinking of leaving me.” His voice was light and playful now. His attempt to lighten up the mood working better than ever as a small breathy laugh flowed from you.

You reached out and clung to him, burying your face in his chest. His good arm wrapped around you tightly and his cheek rested on top of your head. The comfort of Yixing’s arms was something you had been craving since you woke up in this god forsaken camp. You were glad he had knocked some sense into you. If you had lost one of your closest friends all because of stupid blind rage it would have broken you and you would have never forgiven yourself. It didn’t take long for your cries to die down as Yixing gently rubbed your back.

“Don’t let them see you cry. Show them your strength, show them all how a true warrior should act.” true warrior. Yixing always called you that and quite frankly it was always an ego boost.

“Thank you Yixing.” you pulled away from him and wiped your face off, sucking in as much cool air as you could to calm your nerves. You closed your eyes and continued your deep breaths. “I promise to talk to Hoseok soon.” You looked at him once again and gave him a small smile. You knew he saw the sincerity in the smile when his body slumped a little in relief. “Get some rest. I will visit you tomorrow.”

“You better or I will come searching for you myself. I’m not the one with the injured leg.” his chuckle sounded like music to your ears after having Yixing yell at you like that. It was strange how it seemed like that’s how a parent scolding would normally go. Not like you would have known anyways but if you were to imagine it that was exactly how you would picture it. Parents were supposed to be hard on their kids right? They were supposed to show a little tough love just to make you that much stronger.

You climbed out of the bed and helped him lay down again, pulling the blankets up to his chest. Saying a few silent goodbyes you were quick to slip out of the infirmary and into the comfort of the darkness.

Your ability to blend into the darkness was one of the only things you enjoyed about being a demigod. No one would be able to see you as long as you stayed in the shadows. In a way the shadows were a home for you. The only place where you could truly be alone; even if it was the place where monsters lurked, not even they would be able to find you.

You glanced around the expanse of the courtyard in front of you. You didn’t want to go back to the cabin yet; what you needed was to find out how this camp worked. The cabins were littered about the place, with no structure or formation to them in the slightest as you searched for some place significant. You spun to look past the infirmary and saw the roof of what seemed to be a coliseum poking out behind it.

“Better than nothing.” you mumbled to yourself and set off, the soft dirt under your feet muffling your movements and completely coating your feet. You were definitely in need for shower soon. You worked your way around the infirmary and froze, assessing the building a few meters away from you.

The structure was small for a coliseum and there were only about two layers to it. The large arches creating a feeling for the original coliseum. You made your way towards it, the arches that had seemed more like windows growing as you drew near, making them all seem like giant archways now. You passed under the layers of multiple arches to make your way to the middle. Turning right and making your way down the small hall the led to the stadium floor.

Before you made it to the middle you froze, the lit torches at the edge threatening to expose you. You heard a grunt then, the soft deep sound of someone working passing through the open air stadium and echoing off the walls of the tunnel you were in. You looked back where you had come from, this must have been the tunnel they used to get in. You quickly backtracked your footsteps and made your way around the circle, eventually coming up on another tunnel. Peering in you were glad to see that the torches lining this one were not lit.

You made your way down the tunnel and stopped at the edge, right where the ring of light from the stadium stopped and melded into the darkness of the tunnel. You stood against the wall as you peered in, your eyes immediately locking onto the figure in the distance swinging his sword with years and years of practiced grace.

Seeing the asshole practice like this made your eyes roll. You could already see where his stance was off as he tried to finish off his move with a lunge. You knew from the time he had tried to lunge at you what he was doing wrong. Suho’s leg was positioned completely wrong. He didn’t have the strength in his core to finish off his lunge properly because of the wrong placement.

You continued to watch as he practiced, his foot shifting every now and then to try and find the right placement. His entire body was coated with sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead and hanging in his eyes every time he lunged.

An hour at least must have passed, the diligence with which he was practicing impressing you. What was motivating this man to stay up this late and practice like this? Was he seriously as insane as you thought he was? He dropped his sword in exhaustion and plopped down on the ground, pulling his shirt off of his body and using whatever dry part he could find to wipe the sweat away from his eyes.

Suho’s body was extremely nice, you weren’t going to try to kid yourself about that. His broad shoulders lead down to nicely toned arms and a torso that was corded with muscles perfectly. You could tell that they were prominent right now because of how much he must have been practicing. You shifted on your feet, your stance finally becoming uncomfortable. Funny, his face didn’t match his body at all. His face was too nice in your opinion, the friendly aspect of his looks throwing you off in having guessed what his body must looked like.

You scoffed quietly, the only sound coming from you being the small exhale of air from your nose. His head whipped around anyways, staring straight into the tunnel you were standing in. His eyes squinted and strained and you honestly couldn’t help the smirk that spread across your lips. Teasingly you lifted your hands and wiggled your fingers in a wave. He would never see you anyways. His eyes not being able to focus on anything turned back to his sword with a shake of his head.

Suddenly a hand clamped over your mouth and you were dragged deeper into the tunnel. You grasped onto the arm that was holding your mouth closed and dug your nails into the wrist. The soft grunt behind you gave you a thought of his position behind you and you swung out with your leg. The person behind you was quick to avoid your attack, pushing up against your back and shoving you against the tunnel wall.

“Don’t make a sound.” the gruff voice whispering in your ear registered and your body froze up. There was no way you were getting out of this one. You surrendered completely to him and let your body relax. “Thank you.” his voice was barely a whisper but you heard it anyways.

He was quick to grab your wrist and pull you out of the tunnel, releasing you and pushing you against the wall again. He stood in front of you, his arms folded over his chest. He was in his armor and holy crap did he look mouth watering.

The tight leather formed around him and you could tell how muscular he was now that the large white T-shirt was missing. His chocolate brown hair hung in his eyes still as he stared at you and the leather straps that were wrapping around his limbs had you wishing you looked that great in your armor. You followed the leather strap that twisted around his left arm and eventually faded into a taut string that threaded between his finger that sported a leather finger tab you used for archery.

“Want to explain to me why you’re snooping around at night daughter of Hades?” your blood went cold and your eyes shot back up to his.

“I’m sorry?”

“No one else has the ability to physically blend into shadows so don’t try to act like you don’t know shit.” he had seen you. How had he seen you? It didn’t make any sense. No one should have been able to see you.


“I followed your tracks. Remind me to get you a pair of shoes tomorrow because it looks like your friends may have forgotten that part.” You looked down at your feet and looked where you had come from. No doubt about it, the soft indentations of your feet littered the dirt ground. You sighed heavily and closed your eyes, leaning against the wall behind you and covering your face.

“What do you want?”

“I want to know why you decided to wander around the camp at four in the morning.”

“It’s only like three forty.”

“Close enough.” a small smirk formed on his lips and his eyes slowly traveled back to the tunnel. “I’m waiting for an answer.”

“That’s none of your business. I just couldn’t sleep and I saw him practicing and decided to watch.” you shifted on your feet, crossing your arms and meeting his stare head on. He had no right to be questioning you like this. What was he your brother? Thankfully answer to that was no. Oh how you wished you could wipe that smirk off his face.

“Tell you what. I won’t tell anyone if you come back to the cabin and take a shower.” your eyebrows scrunched together at his strange request and of course he read your face like a book. “Dirt flies easily here. You would be shocked at how filthy you were if you could see yourself. Only looking out for my fellow cabin mate.”

“Fine.” You didn’t wait for him to move as you pushed your way past him and back towards the cabin. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment as you walked in front of him. You should have taken a shower earlier at the cabin after Jimin and Hoseok had left.

“You’re walking really well for someone with an injured leg.” his voice at it’s normal volume now caught you off guard and you found yourself tripping over a branch that had been on the ground.

His arms were quick to wrap around you, pulling you up right so you didn’t tumble to the ground. Your back was pressed against his chest that was raising up and down quickly, his hands lingering around your waist. The warmth of his body pressed against you brought butterflies to your stomach and you quickly pushed away from him.

“Are you ok?” you heard him speak but you were too dazed to comprehend his words as you spun to look at him. Why did he have to be so damn cute? It was your name that pulled you out of the daze, the way it rolled off his tongue flawlessly. Did Hoseok tell him your name? “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“What’s it to you?” you scrunched your brows together and forced the words out of your mouth. This guy was probably just another asshole that wanted to use you as a warrior in this stupid war.

“I’ve never wanted to hurt you. I also didn’t mean to scare you so cut the tough girl act.” fucking hell he saw right through you. You had never known someone who was so easily able to read you before. “Are you hurt?” He made sure to emphasize each word this time.

“No I’m fine.” you shook your head and turned back around. You made the rest of the way back to your cabin in silence, immediately heading for the bathroom in the back. Your wrist was seized by Jungkook once you moved to push open the bathroom door.

“One second.” He let go of your wrist and made his way between the bed, yanking open his locker and pulling out some clothes. He carefully folded them up as he made his way back to you. “Wear these. You should probably throw those clothes out. They stink.” Your face grew hot once again and you glared at him, wanting to out right deny his offer of clean clothes now.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” The bluntness with which he spoke was surprising and anger was slowly bubbling up inside of you.

“I’m really sensitive to smells. Some people may not be able to smell it but I can. It’s a curse.” A smile broke out on his face then and your anger immediately fizzled down. He had the cutest smile, his laugh lines appearing and his large eyes only scrunching up a fraction. Reaching out you took the clothes from his hands and mumbled out a thank you as you pushed your way into the bathroom.

You pushed all the thoughts out of your head as you took a shower, simply letting the hot water relax you. You didn’t have any soaps so you just scrubbed at your body till you felt clean. The bathroom slowly filled up with steam and it kept you warm as you stepped out of the shower. Your eyes scanned the bathroom and you bit your lip, noticing that you had no clue where the towels were kept.

“Ummm…” could this get anymore awkward? Now you would have to air dry. You made your way over to the toilet, standing in front of the cabinet that you had found the toilet paper in earlier. You open the second side, your eyes falling down to the bottom shelf that had towels resting comfortably on the bottom in stacks. You grabbed one and quickly dried yourself off.

Stepping out of the bathroom in Jungkook’s large clothes you felt a little ridiculous until you were suddenly choking on a fine mist. The coughs racked your body and you covered your mouth so you didn’t have to inhale any more.

“Opps. I misjudged your height.” Jungkook’s voice came from beside you and the sweet scent started to flood your nose now. You cleared your throat and looked over to where he stood next to you. A small bottle being held in his hand like it was a jewel. You noticed the way it looked like a small jewel as well.

“Is that women’s perfume?” upon your question Jungkook lifted the bottle, his eyes scanning over the description of the product in his hands.

“Seems so. Here. I picked this one out cause I thought it would smell nice on you. Which it does.” he reached his hand out towards you again and this time you realized he was no longer in his armor but rather a tight workout shirt forming his torso. It must have been what he was wearing under his armor.

“Thanks I guess.” You took the bottle from him and read the label, you had to admit the smell of the perfume was growing on you a little bit. Plus it never hurt to actually smell good. “Why do you have women’s perfume?”

“I don’t really care what kind it is, whether it’s cologne or perfume. I go by smell. Obviously.” his shoulders lifted in a small shrug and his body fell backwards onto his bed. “Sit. Talk to me since you can’t sleep.” you listened mindlessly, your feet moving to the adjacent bed and your body relaxing against the mattress. “So how many people know you’re a daughter of Hades?”

“You, Me, and my teachers at the academy.” you stared down at your hands in your lap when you saw his head turn towards you. “Obviously I need to chill on the use of my powers now. Seeing as though I got caught so easily.”

“Nah don’t be to hard on yourself. If it wasn’t for the endless nights and days of training I wouldn’t have found you. You hid pretty well.” he was sitting up now, his body closing the distance as he leaned towards you, his elbows resting against his knees. You finally looked into his eyes, getting lost in the warmth of them, his eyes swimming with curiosity as he stared into your eyes.

“Don’t tell anyone. Not even my friends.” your voice was quiet when you spoke and your head spun when his eyes glanced down at your lips for a second. What was he doing? Were you imagining things now?

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” his hand came up and the back of his index finger swept across your cheek. “You’ve been crying.” it wasn’t even a question. He just said it like it was the truest thing in the world. He had seen it. Of course he had. This guy literally sees everything and you wanted to roll your eyes again.

“Stop studying me.” you pushed his hand away from your face and glanced down at your hands again.

“As you wish. I need sleep anyways. Goodnight.” And just like that he laid down, turned over in his bed and was gone. He had dismissed you and you couldn’t help the scoff that came out. You stood and made your way back to your bed, laying down and covering your entire body with the thin blanket. All you wanted right now was to be alone but with Jungkook here you would never have that solitude again. A small part of you didn’t mind, at least there was someone that saw you. The real you, no matter what the state you were in.

So my friend @b4l0r, whom I’m tagging for no reason since he has a Tumblr but doesn’t use it, and I have contests for the corniest or most extra pet names. I think he won today.

Some honorable mentions though

  • Wind in my brand new kite
  • Lone star shining in a polluted sky that reminds me of nature’s raw and unstoppable beauty
  • Edge of my sword
  • My shiny starter
  • My feeling-when-you-take-off-your-bra-when-you-finally-get-home-from-work
  • Rare loot of my mystery box
  • My poppable bubble wrap
  • My long weekend and Netflix
  • Healer of my dps
  • My swimming pool Sunday get away

Which is all very nice, but today he looked deeply into my eyes and called me

Deep-friedness of my chicken nuggets

And I think that’s beautiful.