a may zing

ok but like literally, we have this amazing AH-MAY-ZING opportunity to talk one-on-one with the creator of the universe, the king of kings, the one who literally designed grass and trees and daily chooses the colour of the sky and measured out every single grain of sand. we are able to lock into the presence of the King. we are able to talk, actually talk to and have a conversation with Him. and it’s not just important matters - it’s everything. this wonderful wonderful creator is interested in even the most seemingly useless details. He wants to know how your new shoes feel and He wants to know what your day was like and He wants to hear you blab on about that little thing that hurt your feelings and He wants to listen to you pour you heart out about the person your crushing on and He wants to listen to you sing and sing and sing and He wants to come with you when you go to the doctor and He wants to lay next to you while you stare at the ceiling and He wants to hold your hand when your scared. He is closer than your next breath and He is Holy Royalty and He is so so so invested in you. 

Can we just take a moment

and appreciate 6x12 for a second here? 

(Warning: a lotta Darvey fangirling at the end)

Ok, first order of business: Gabriel Macht broke my fucking heart. It’s not because we were dating and he broke up with me (lol what a dream) but because his acting was phenomenal. His facial expressions, his pouts, his eyes watering up, I swear he somehow delivered all these nuances with the perfect timing and that fucked me up so hard. I never though acting was difficult, per say (i was told in my earlier years that it was truly just reacting but I am constantly being proved wrong) but I KNOW I could never express such remorse and regret and forgiveness the way he did so fantastically in this episode. 


“I don’t want to be angry anymore, but I don’t know how to stop.”

Harvey’s character development was ah-may-zing in 6x12, which I’m sure is a point that’s been brought up multiple times since the episode aired. But really, if you take into consideration all the resentment and hate he’s held on for who knows how long- think of how long he has deflected trust and intimacy because of it!! Finally seeing him let it go and learning how to forgive was more revolutionizing than any of the session with Dr. Agard that we were shown (sorry, I still love you, doc). He has finally become capable of fighting his own demons by himself, and that is so emotionally healthy for him and I’m so happy because he deserves all of it. 

My last point: I truly think Harvey is ready to be with Donna. I personally thought it would be hard for them to be together when he would just hold her at arm’s length out of fear from his past experiences. I always interpreted Harvey as being scared to love Donna in case of the repercussions if he fucked up. The way he looks at her, now, however, is truly what wholly fucks me up. When she pops into his office after he gets back. When Marcus mentions having babies (WE ALL KNOW HE WAS THINKING ABOUT HER). When he mentions her to his MOM of all people. When they’re hanging up the painting and he ASKS HER FOR HER HELP.   His eyes scream adoration and affection every single time she is on his screen.

 For the first time, Harvey is admitting to himself that he wholeheartedly loves Donna Paulsen and he really doesn’t give a fuck who know it. He is finally (finally finally finally finally finally) capable of loving her the way she deserves and they are both aware of it. SO I SAY, IT’S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME.

in the meantime, someone hold me. 6x12 was so precious. 

makeup-wonder-woman  asked:

Ohhh! Fun! Songbird, that sounds interesting?


A/N this is gonna be interesting because this song is really cute. Also, I’m gonna write for Jason since he’s my go-to guy. 

PS This is gonna be kinda short

“How about this one? Do I look like Audrey Hepburn?” You come out of the changing room with a silky black dress on. Jason straightens up immediately at how classy you look.

“I don’t know who Audrey Hepburn is, but you look fantastic,” He says. You had been invited to one of Bruce’s many galas and you needed a nice dress to wear. Something simple and elegant, not too flashy; you were a simple girl, sequins and glitter weren’t your style.

“Audrey Hepburn was an actress back then! She’s A-MAY-ZING!” You tell Jason, getting completely off-topic.

“Well you look amazing-er.” He smiles. You smile back at his compliment.

“I have one more dress, wait here,” You go back into the changing room.

“If you need any help getting the dress off–” Jason begins.

“I’m good!” you giggle. You put the last dress on and then open the door. Jason stands up and gapes at you.

“Babe, that dress was made for you,” he says as he walks over to you. The scarlet, floor-length gown fit you perfectly. It showed off all of your body’s the beautiful curves. 

“Looks like I’m going with this one. I like it too though. It’s classic,” you brush it off.

“Very classic.” Jason agrees.

“Now you. To the tuxedo section!”

Send me “Songbird” and I’ll write an AU based off of the song!

anonymous asked:

if you can see what happened, tell us... how DID that date go?




anonymous asked:

HI!!! :D I just wanted to know how did you made the fabric to do that wavy-thing at the end on your twillight dress? Cuz its not the first time that I see a dress doing that and I've always been facinated by it. Btw, that dress is a-may-fucking-zing!

First of all thank you!! I achieved the wavy effect using two different methods, depending on which fabric type I was working with: horsehair braid for the top layer of lavender satin, and beading thread (or fishing line) + a rolled him for the lower layer of dark purple organza.

Top layer: Horsehair braid – This can be bought at most fabric stores and is amazing for getting clean hems on circle skirts. If the circle has a lot of fabric in it, you end up with that wavy effect when it drapes! It’s better for medium/heavy fabric like satins, cottons, etc., and not good for lightweight or sheer fabrics. I used this tutorial to learn how to install it properly.

Bottom layer: rolled hem with beading thread or fishing line – For lightweight fabrics like the dark purple organza I used here, a rolled hem is the way to go! Do yourself a favor and pick up a rolled hem foot for your machine, since folding and pinning the organza manually is a nightmare. You have a few options with the hem, depending on how dramatic of a wave you want:

  • Rolled hem with no wire or line = soft drape with minimal structure and will lie more flatly against your skirt
  • Rolled hem with beading thread = soft waves without a ton of structure (this is what I did!)
  • Rolled hem with fishing line = dramatic waves, like the sort of thing you see on flamenco dresses

There are lots of great tutorials on YouTube for how to do the fishing line hem - essentially you just super carefully feed the line into the hem as you sew, so that the line is encased.

Hope that helps~!

anonymous asked:

Could you do a sort of sacrifice scenario with the chocobros? Like they are fighting a daemon (or something else, idk) and the reader sacrifices the self to save them? Btw I just discovered your blog and it is A-MAY-ZING! :)

Instead of individuals I kinda lumped them all in one huge drabble, please let me know if we were on the same page or I was in a different book entirely. But thank you for stopping by, I hope to keep impressing you! <3


They say when you die, that your life flashes before your eyes. So maybe that was way you were freezing so much while fighting this Cerebus that was currently hounding you all. Sent by Ardyn to toy with you all once again.

The man led you all into an old maze of a mining system, yet each time your group attempted to turn face and run you were instead greeted by the large canine creature, so at this point there were two options, create an opening for attack or watch all of your friends be murdered and ripped to pieces with yourself included.

“Got a plan Specs?” Noctis called.

Your group had seen better days, you had been going against this thing for the last 45 minutes with no real light at the end of the tunnel in sight. Gladiolus had suffered a few whacks, and his right arm was dislocated, making swing his sword rather difficult as no one had time to properly pop it back into place. Prompto was bleeding from his right arm, and made his return fire sloppy, as he wasn’t as steady with his left. When Ignis went to protect Noctis from a slash, the creature got a hold of his leg, making the normal nimble man rather slow and clumsy.

“We need a distraction, should we be able to make it to the exit we will be able to trap this creature within the mines by creating a cave in.” Ignis explained, as the Cerebus pounced in the direction sending the group scattering, and the cave to shake of loose debris. 

You stood, only suffering from a cut bleeding heavily from your forehead, “I’ll go.”

“Wait, no!”

“Nope, I’m the only one here with working limbs. When the coast is clear, go for it, I’ll be right behind you.” You state reassuringly, but even you were uncertain if you’d be able to get out. Yet your duty was to your King, and to a less extent the others. They’re be able to get along without, after all Potions could fix almost anything nowadays.

Summoning a shield within your right hand you begun to beat upon it with a sword, “Hey Poochie!”

The large canine type creature turned to you, creating your reckless noise, moving to pounce on top of you, only for you to roll out the way. You watched, as the four bodies quickly moved toward the exit, summoning a spear as you threw it as hard as possible into the large head, luck would have it, you hit an eye.

Noctis watched as you battled the large creature alone, last person he ever heard going against a Cerberus and winning was Nyx, but Nyx had the power of the Kings. You didn’t, you weren’t even a member of the Guard, you were medical personnel, with the basics of fighting. Now you were fighting against a creature, that almost took out one of their strongest men.

The group had just managed to step out the cave, as Gladiolus rose his sword, stabbing it into a support beam that held the old mine open that was currently the deamon’s home. Everyone waiting to hear your footsteps coming, only to hear the stagger, as you limped from the darkness, holding your shoulder, leaning against the cave wall.

“You’re okay!” Prompto cheered.

A small smile crossed your face, only to turn to horror as you glanced over your shoulder, to the large creature crawling after you rather angrily, jaws snarling. Breaking into a sprint you stumbled over your weak legs, trying to keep yourself up right.

“Move out the cave!” You bark, as the others backed up. A smirk appearing on your face, if you were going down this you were taking the bastard with you. You knew you couldn’t outrun it, but seeing Gladiolus’s broadsword sticking from a wooden support beam, you summoned a sword of your own. Hacking through beam after beam, tearing down only lighting ropes, entrapping the creature  as it struggled to get through, slowing it down. Yet the cables were old and you knew they would snap, grabbing Gladiolus’s broadsword you use most of your strength to pull it free. Turning bright eyes to the others, as the caving structure begun to crumble in on itself.

“What are you doing!”

“It has been an honor to fight beside you all, Your Highness, Ignis, Gladiolus, Prompto. Thank you.” You called, running back into the cave system, narrowly avoiding the snapping jaws of the creature trying to kill you. Leaping up as you swung a sword, destroying the final support beam that quickly brought down the entire cave.

Sparing one last glance over your shoulder, you couldn’t help but smile, before your world went black. Their desperate calls the final thing you heard, as the world around you faded.

“Tsk, tsk, and we were just starting to have fun. Well if you’re just going to careless toss your life away, how about I take it for a spin.”

bleuryder  asked:

Can I be that person and ask what shoes Triss has with that AH-MAY-ZING dress. Also, there is not a single outfit I wouldn't wear in these last pages. They are all beautiful looks. Even Frankie' s! *whispers* I wonder if I can pull off a hat like Debbie's...

-Ummm probably something flat because she is TOO TALL FOR HER GIRLFRIEND

-Thank you!!! 

-I am sure you could pull off that hat ;D 

anonymous asked:

Top ten best songs for swing?

Ooh, good question there, anon!

I wish that I could give you a definite answer. I wish that I could say, “Oh yes, these are the absolute ten best songs for swing dancing out there, and that’s a fact.” But I can’t do that, because “best” is a subjective term, and each person has their own idea of what the “best” songs are for swing. This is a fact that both perturbs my scientific mind and pleases my artistic soul. While everyone’s got their own musical taste and ideas of what the best swing dance songs are, there are some general things that make for a good swing song - the chief of these standards is this: the music has to make you want to move. So, while I cannot give you an absolute list of the top ten best songs for swing dancing, I can give you a list of my favorites (in context of how good they are for dancing, not just how much I like them), all of which inspire movement in me. 

Since you just said swing, I’ll give lists for both lindy hop and west coast swing. Bonus! ;)

Lindy hop

  1. Bei Mir Bist Du Schoen. I tried to pick which artist, I really did. But there are so many versions of this song, and I love almost all of them! This song is one of my most favorite songs of all time, and it’s great for dancing. I love how dynamic it is; you can really express yourself. It has bluesy bits, swinging stretches, and some opportunities for fast dancing.
  2. Ain’t Nobody Here But Us Chickens by Louis Jordan. This song is straight up silly. In that way, I feel like it embodies swing dancing. Also, it’s the perfect song for peckin’.
  3. I Diddle by Dinah Washington. The first time I heard this song, it was one of those moments where you just go, “OOOOH.” It’s got a great beat, fun lyrics, and it’s got a lot of character. And really, how could you not love a song where “hehe” is part of the lyrics? Super fun to dance to.
  4. Did You See Jackie Robinson Hit That Ball? by Count Basie and His Orchestra. I think I first discovered this song via Pandora. I love this one for reasons not fully known. It’s just a fun song.
  5. Diga Diga Doo by Jonathan Stout And His Campus Five feat. Hilary Alexander. I love this song a lot. It’s quite fast, and is great for Charleston as well. Two other versions I love are by Artie Shaw and Duke Ellington.
  6. Comes Love by Artie Shaw & His Orchestra feat. Helen Forrest. First off, this has Helen Forrest, whom I adore. Second, I love the overall sound of the song, and I’ve always loved the lyrics. It’s a slowish lindy.
  7. Harlem Mad by Glenn Crytzer and His Syncopators feat. Meschiya Lake. This is a pretty fast one. I’m a big fan of Glenn Crytzer and His Syncopators!
  8. Minnie the Moocher by Cab Calloway. I cannot be dissuaded from my love for this song. It’s a bluesy lindy or a lindy-ish blues. I know every single word and, yes, I will sing them all while I dance. 
  9. On Revival Day by LaVern Baker. This song has a great tempo, it’s very happy, and it’s playful. 
  10. Yes, Indeed! by Tommy Dorsey & His Orchestra. I lovelovelovelovelove Tommy Dorsey. He’s one of my favorites - if not my number one - of the classic swing dudes. I own quite a few of his vinylsYes, Indeed! is probably my favorite song of his for lindy hop. It fits lindy hop so well. 

West coast swing

Pinpointing “best” songs for WCS is even more difficult than for lindy hop, simply due to the nature of the dance. You can make any song into a west coast, really. It should be noted that, for WCS, I generally seem to prefer bluesy/sultry/R&B more than funky/pop-y/energetic.

  1. Tonight (Best You Ever Had) by John Legend feat. Ludacris. This is just a great song for west coast. Personal anecdote: one time I was dancing to this song and I was singing along. The guy I was dancing with said, “I take it you know this song?” and I, singing along, responded with: “I don’t wanna brag…” and it was a golden moment. Then, months later, I was dancing with someone else to this and I told them the story and just so happened to sing “I don’t wanna brag” at just the right time again. Amazing.
  2. No Diggity by Blackstreet feat. Dr. Dre and Queen Pen. A classic. I also really love the Chet Faker cover.
  3. California Dreamin’ by Queen Latifah. In my opinion, Queen Latifah’s cover of this song is the best version out there. California Dreamin’ is my magical song; every dance I’ve ever had to this song has been amazing. Like, people on the sides applauded after watching me dance to it. (Which is remarkable considering I’m pretty much a derp-face Westie.)
  4. Heartbreak Hotel by Grieves. Words cannot express how much I love this song. Dancing to it is like a dream. It’s a slow, lyrical west coast and it actually stumps quite a few dancers. But if you can find a partner who is comfortable with their musicality, this song is absolutely magical.
  5. Sexxx Dreams by Lady Gaga. Some venues won’t even go near this song, and I mean… I understand why. But I love it so much. It’s great fun to dance to; there’s a lot of room to play around and it’s ah-may-zing for double trouble and/or stealing.
  6. I See Fire (Kygo Remix) by Ed Sheeran. I’m not generally a fan of remixes, but this one is superb. I got to do a legendary double trouble to this with two friends of mine, so it holds sentimental value. Worth noting: Ed Sheeran actually has quite a few good songs for dancing.
  7. Traum by CRo. Yes, this song is in German. I’ve never heard it played at any WCS dances, which make sense considering I live in the US. This is a fast west coast, but quite happy and enjoyable. I really enjoy dancing to it.
  8. Don’t Wait by Mapei. Just a beautiful song. Its beat is easy to hear, too.
  9. Am I Wrong by Nico & Vinz. This song just suits west coast. It just feels so right. Am I wrong? ;) 
  10. Latch (Acoustic) by Sam Smith. Latch has recently really caught on (pun not intended) with the competition circuit, and for good reason. For starters, it’s a beautiful song. But it’s great for WCS. A lot of acoustic songs don’t quite cut it, but this one works. The original, a collaboration between Disclosure and Sam Smith, also works for west coast, but it has a decidedly different flavor. Personally, I prefer the acoustic - but the original is good, too. (Worth noting: La La Latch by Pentatonix is amazing and works as a fast WCS.)

I hope you’ve enjoyed this verbose listing. It’s not a definitive list of the “best” songs for swing, or even the most popular - but it’s a list of songs that make me need to dance, that suit the mood of the dance, that are quality pieces. I hope this answers your question well enough!

The One in Which He’s Alive // l.h.

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summary: it’s in the pouring rain and at two in the morning that suddenly, luke hemmings stands on your doorstep—soaked—to tell you how much he doesn’t miss you.

His hair, his clothes—literally his everything is soaked to the core, as he turns around under the pouring rain and climbs the steps towards your parents’ patio, where he is at least a little more protected from the wetness of the storm. Before you even get one word out, he begins to talk. And he talks. And talks. About how much he doesn’t miss you. How great he is. How much he loves life right now. “I ain’t missing you,” he shouts over the downpour and thunder. “I’ve spent the last months actually living! I feel like I have an actual life again,” he says, throwing his hands out, like he couldn’t keep the excitement in him. He looks at you and grins. The corners of his mouth raise quicker than the lightning that’s bound to come again any second now, and it splits his face in two so violently, you fear it’s going to rip.

“Okay…” you tell him quietly with a raised eyebrow, because you don’t know what else to say to a guy professing his non-existent feelings to you, when just a couple of months prior, you’d been in this exact situation, though then it was him, spending every second trying to convince you how much he loves you.

“Seriously,” Luke says. “I’m so perfect. I don’t miss you at all. Everything’s fine.”


“I don’t want you and I don’t need you anymore.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you shift your weight onto your other foot and lean against the doorframe. “Luke, why are you here? And why are you telling me this at two in the morning?”

He grins again. “Because I thought about you. Because I’m always thinking about you.” His grin falls for a nanosecond. “But I’m over you. I promise I am. I mean, I’m so alive, baby. You should feel what I feel.” He lifts his hands again, but this time he grips the doorframe with them—which you’re leaning against. His face comes near you, and for a second you think he’s about to kiss you, causing you to back away. You aren’t sure, if the small flinch you see is real or not, but he doesn’t give you a chance to analyse, as he begins to talk again. “Literally every feeling I feel is suddenly enhanced by a hundred. They’re so intense, it still knocks the breath out of me, even after months.”

You don’t answer but rather take in his wet appearance. Sure, there is a cocky grin sitting on his face and there isn’t any alcohol-stench coming from his breath, but still, you feel like he isn’t himself right now. “What’s going on, Luke?” you ask, trying to gently coerce an answer out of him.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he says immediately, the grin coming back to life.

“You can’t just come here and tell me how fine you are and how much you don’t need me and expect me to believe you are fine. No normal person does this.” Sighing, you uncross your arms, doing something you wouldn’t have thought you’d do, ever again. “Look, if you want, you can come in. I can get you a towel or something and we can talk properly.”

Tonight is just full of surprises, because suddenly, he begins to shake his head no and whines like an actual four-year-old—with an actual voice that’s higher than normal. “No, I don’t want to come in,” he says—or rather moans. “I just wanted to say those things I’ve said and now I’m leaving.”

Rushing to grab hold of his arm before he steps off your patio, you shake your head at him again, though he cannot see that as he has his back turned towards you. “Hold on for a sec, Luke,” you say. “Please.”

Facing you again, he looks at you with an expectant expression. A moment of silence later, he raises an impatient eyebrow.

“It’s just—Just because we aren’t together anymore, doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.” And that is the truth. Luke has been such a large part of your life, it is physically impossible to stop caring about him from one sudden moment to another.

This time his eyebrow doesn’t raise in impatience, but rather hurt, it seems. “Yeah…um—thanks, I guess. But I really have to get going.”

You tug at his arm again, getting impatient yourself. “Oh, for God’s sake, just come inside for a minute. You’ll get sick wandering around, dripping as you are.”

It takes you another full minute of pulling at his arm to get him moving, though at last, he steps foot inside the house where it all ended.


Do you feel it? My love for you? I don’t, really. Because loving you has become a part of me and my soul—like I was put here on the sole purpose of loving you. I was so used to this feeling that having it ripped away from me felt like ice cold and hot water thrown in my face at the same time. It felt like someone was trying to rip me to shreds from the inside—particularly from my heart.


“Here is a towel, and here a change of clothes.” You hand him the pieces of fabrics. “They’re my dad’s, but you two are similar sizes of giant, so I think it’ll fit.” Like you hoped, this raises a genuine smile to his lips, as he takes the clothes and the towel from you, nodding in appreciation.

“I’ll return them to you…someday,” he says, smiling sheepishly. Luke has a reputation of keeping borrowed things, but it doesn’t really matter anyways.

“Don’t worry about it, honestly. Now go change, I don’t want you staining our furniture,” you tell him, before turning around and walking towards the kitchen.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna fix us some hot chocolate, of course. I sure hope you didn’t have seafood before this.” You grin at him.


“You’re gonna make us hot chocolate? Now?” You ask, laughing.

“Why not?” Luke asks, pulling the mugs out of the cupboard.

Jumping onto the counter, you cross your legs and roll your eyes at him as he places the mugs next to your thighs. “Uh, because we just had sea food! You’re gonna throw up.”

Me? If I have to go through this, then so do you!” he exclaims, laughing, nudging your knee with his hips.

“Excuse me?” You push him away, giggling. “I’m not an idiot! I know the outcome of this equation—I will not drink the hot chocolate!”

Luke ignores you, prepping the two drinks. Then he places one mug beside your thigh. His eyes hold a glint as he smirks. “Oh you will.”

“Not in a million years, Hemmings,” you say, laughing and jumping off the counter. “Why would I?”

Leaving his own mug beside yours, he comes at you slowly—the playful and somewhat also devilish glint still in his eyes. “Because if you do…I’m gonna promise you amazing sex tonight. Sex so amazing, you will never be the same. I’m telling you, babe.”

A snort bursts from your throat as you bend over and cannot contain the laughter in you. “You’re gonna bribe me with sex?” you ask, giving his chest a slap. But you don’t pull your hand away. Instead, you let it wander towards the crook of his neck up to the sides of his face and then you pull him down to you, so you can whisper something in his ear. “Babe. If I wanted, I could just tie you up and give myself the most ah-may-zing sex. I’m an independent ass bitch.”

All of the sudden, his arms are wound tightly around your waists, and your feet aren’t on the ground anymore. Your legs wrap around his hips automatically, as do your arms around his neck. Kisses are being trailed down your throat, as Luke walks you two out of the kitchen. “What about our hot chocolate, huh?” you ask, grinning.

“What hot chocolate?” He smiles at you sweetly, and then captures your mouth with his.


Awkward air engulfs you two, as you’re sitting side by side on the small couch, each one blowing at the hot chocolate, trying to quicken its cooling process—or maybe you were just avoiding the person sitting beside you, but who knows?

“Are you alright?” you begin, as you cannot take this god-damn silence any longer. “Tell me what’s going on.”

He lowers the mug slightly, smiling at you. “Like I said, I’m perfectly fine. Everything’s good.” He raises the hot chocolate to his lips and takes a rushed sip. “Fuck,” Luke curses, “that’s hot.”

Cocking your head to the side, you watch him lower the mug and stand up. “I’m just gonna…get myself a glass of water,” he says, pointing to your kitchen and wandering off without waiting for your reply.

Something is definitely wrong with him, you decide. The way he’s acting confuses you. Who the hell visits his ex-girlfriend just to tell her how fine he is? He’s somehow giddy and restless and exhausted at the same time, like he’s on edge. Like he cannot contain whatever’s going on inside him. The shadows underneath his eyes and the scruff on his jaw tells you he hasn’t slept well in a long time, but then again, he never slept long nor well. Luke’s always been a restless person—always working on something in his head or with his guitar. Sometimes he’d wake up in the middle of the night and have to write or else he’d forget the lyrics that sprung onto him in his dream. You loved being woken by a sleepy Luke and his guitar, though. You loved lying in the dark, listening to his raspy voice singing quiet words you knew were meant for you.

Somehow, you know that nowadays he doesn’t wake up in the middle of the night to write love songs about you anymore.


You once said, to be hurt means to be alive. For we cannot feel the hurt, if we aren’t alive and living and putting ourselves out there to be hurt. Well, I’ve spent the last months living. I was hurt. Or rather I am hurt. Everything hurts. Therefore I am, in fact, probably the most alive motherfucker on this planet right now, because it HURTS. What, you might ask? Not having you, is the answer. I love you. With every ounce of my being, with every beat of my heart and every breath I take, I entirely, fully and unconditionally love you.


“Please stay the night? It’s four in the morning and the storm doesn’t look like it’s about to pass anytime soon. You can take the guest room,” you say, wringing your hands in front of you. “It’s really no problem, and I’d feel a whole lot better, knowing you aren’t walking home right now.”

There’s another storm, and it’s in his eyes. He’s looking at the wall to your right, debating. You aren’t sure why it is such a hard decision for him to make, but you pray for him to stay. You will never forgive yourself, if he walks away now.

The seconds tick away, and finally, he nods once. “Okay,” he says, throwing you a shy smile. It surprises you, how after everything you two have already been through, he still has his shy moments. But this is just how Luke is, and you love this silent part about him.

Reaching your hand out, you wait for him to give you his mug, though, instead, he stands up as well. “I got it,” he says. “It’s the least I can do.”


Even to death, one might say.


She hands you the letter with her eyes lowered so you won’t see the tears in her eyes, but you do anyways. You’ve never seen her cry before. She’s someone you cannot even imagine how she’d look crying, because she is one of the happiest people you know, but now you do. You see the redness of the tender skin around and on her eyelids, the tremble of her lips and the crease between her eyebrows as she tries to hold the dam back. She looks smaller somehow. Like she doesn’t have enough energy to straighten her back. Like she is already focusing everything in her to keep herself from falling apart.

You don’t blame her. Rather you blame yourself.

Your hand comes up to wipe away a tear you haven’t noticed before. Between taking in her broken appearance and staring at the letter in her hand, you haven’t paid attention to your own body and emotions. Now that you reach for the letter, you notice the penetrating pain in your chest which keeps your lungs from working properly.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Liz whispers softly. She presses the letter into your stomach, but instead of removing her hand after you clutch it with both of yours, she encloses it around your trembling ones and squeezes. One hand comes up to brush the hair from your face. It’s wet and sticky around your skin. “It wasn’t your fault,” she says firmly, her eyes a hard and genuine blue. Her palm stays against your cheek. You can feel her thumb soothingly wipe the continuous stream of tears away, as her own flows down her face.

And then she leans in and hugs you. Her arms come around your shoulders tightly, and she squeezes seemingly every emotion into you. And somehow she slowly squeezes yours out of you. And she rubs your back with one hand, shushing. She holds you, as both of you try to fix your hearts with this one hug.


Dear love,

You once said, to be hurt means to be alive. For we cannot feel the hurt, if we aren’t alive and living and putting ourselves out there to be hurt. Well, I’ve spent the last months living. I was hurt. Or rather I am hurt. Everything hurts. Therefore I am, in fact, probably the most alive motherfucker on this planet right now, because it HURTS. What, you might ask? Not having you, is the answer. I love you. With every ounce of my being, with every beat of my heart and every breath I take, I entirely, fully and unconditionally love you. Even to death, one might say.

Do you feel it? My love for you? I don’t, really. Because loving you has become a part of me and my soul—like I was put here on the sole purpose of loving you. I was so used to this feeling that having it ripped away from me felt like ice cold and hot water thrown in my face at the same time. It felt like someone was trying to rip me to shreds from the inside—particularly from my heart.

I was hurting before my heart was crushed—before you begin to think this was your fault. It wasn’t. This whole thing (us breaking up) started because of what I was going through. None of this is your fault. I never want you to feel that. I never wanted you to feel any of the hurt I felt, in fact, and I might burn in hell, if you are. I’m sorry, my love. I’m a selfish son of a bitch, and I couldn’t leave without seeing you for one last time. I cannot apologise enough.

Please forgive me.

Yours truly,
an angel (as of recently)

PS: That was me, trying to lighten the mood.

PPS: I love you.

PPPS: So so much.


“Call me, if you need anything, okay?” you tell him, helping him adjust the sweater of your father you’ve given him around his broad shoulders.

“Will do, love.” Your heart clenches at the nickname, but you solely smile. It feels good to hear it.

He looks at you with a look that causes your insides to churn and your legs to wobble. Then he leans down and presses a soft kiss to the space between your temple and forehead—something he does when he wants to kiss both at the same time, he once said. Turning on his heels, he quickly jumps down the steps of your front porch, leaving you to watch him walk away under the clear blue sky after a storm. It reminds you of the colour of his eyes.

a/n holy shit. i was—and still am—seriously debating whether or not i should put this online. the idea came to me after listening to missin’ you by the summer set for some unknown reason, as that song is not a sad song at all. i’m scared to put this out there, since it doesn’t have a happy ending. but then again, not all stories do. and i’m sure you know, this is purely fictional and i simply borrowed luke as a solely fictional character for a just as fictional story. 

as always, feedback is greatly appreciated.

much love. my inbox is open. always.


These videos of doll repaints by Hextian on YouTube are AH-MAY-ZING and just PURE GOLD
I like how he stayed as close as possible to the actual characters but also making them look something different but really interesting and dramatic. I am in love with his skills and how beautiful the dolls turned out to be.

Links to the videos:

Raven doll repaint: https://youtu.be/JbhM1uGgAlI
Starfire doll repaint: https://youtu.be/MGnAhOB7J8M
Jinx doll repaint: https://youtu.be/naTQIP0_lIg

iamonlydancing replied to your post:

this is ah-may-zing, like where has this been all my life???

Percolating inside my gay little brain. It’s my favorite fantasy — Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them, Except Everyone Is Lesbians 

And while I’m totally into the female Graveses that have been drawn by amazingly talented people who should be praised forever for their gifts!!! I’m also just. like. Look, the appeal of Graves, for me, is that they’re all masc self-confidence and that silver fox look and I honestly RARELY see that portrayed in women outside of uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh lesbian leather daddy porn and Home Depot.

Now there’s certainly a more feminine version of the WASP-y proper fuckwad that Graves is. That’s totally legit.

But… [JAZZ HANDS] Butches.

And stuff like stone butch/high femme and BOARDING SCHOOL LESBIANS and high school baby gays and all that is just… Classic Lesbian Tropes. Which are vastly under-appreciated in my opinion.

Anyway, I am literally ready at all times to talk at length about my many, many, MANY thoughts about Fantabi: Everyone Is Lesbians