all the way turned up

They were the tiniest pair of wings, sprouting from my wrist. Little white feathers that can barely see until you turn the zoom in your camera all the way up. When the wind blows, they close up and huddle. Then, they spread out again. They moved on their own, but when I touched them, I could feel them.

They disappeared every morning, and remained absent throughout the day, until I went to sleep. Then, they’d appear again, at 3 am in the night, while I was squinting and staring at my wrist, wondering how they could possibly have grown and disappeared and grown again.

In the balcony, they started flapping, up and down, up and down, and my arm rose up, hand hanging limp, wrist exposed. It went as far as it could go, and then higher: my heels lifted off the ground, and then the rest of my feet, until the tiny wings were carrying me into the air, higher and higher.

I saw the other residents in the apartment building as my body swivelled around an invisible axis with the wings at the centre. The single mother in the apartment above laughing at a movie with her daughter. The old man who lives alone and rides an exercise bike. The woman banging her head on a wall and crying. Higher.

The buildings looked so small from above, like all it would take is a tremor, a wave in the carpet, to turn them into rubble. Their little lights lit up little streets, with little cars driving to little homes. And here I was, flying. But flying where?

I looked up, at a passing cloud. Somewhere in the distance, a commercial jet liner was taking off. I could see it rise from below me, its engines screaming into the wind, and it disappeared into the clouds. Then, the white cotton candy of condensed water took over, and I couldn’t see anything but the whiteness.

When I emerged, I was above the roof of the world. And rising still higher, my tiny wings flapping in the air. It was getting really difficult to breathe, and I start to wheeze and choke. I pulled on my hand, but the wings pulled me back up, sending me into violent falling and rising motions, thousands of feet above sea level.

I clenched my fist and grabbed the wings with my other hand, and I tried to rip them out of my wrist. It was like trying to pull the nervous system out of your body. I screamed as I tried to pull on the wings with all the force I could manage, which was still not enough to rip them out.

That’s when I realised that I was falling. As long as I could hold the wings, I could fall, down into the little world under the clouds, full of little buildings and little cars and little people with little lives and—

The wings were gone. Dawn was breaking.

I was still falling.

sometimes, when i want to really treat myself, i turn my phone brightness up juust a little bit. i feel like i’m splurging. like i’m living a king’s life. sometimes i turn it up all the way and i’m like, “this is what god’s phone screen looks like.”

Baby Driver and His Headphones

In the movie “Baby Driver”, Baby (the main character) wears headphones pretty much the whole time in an attempt to drown out the ringing of his tinnitus. He developed tinnitus from a car accident that resulted in the death of his parents.

I’ve been noticing some people are confused by this as he can still understand everything going on around him, despite the fact he has headphones in with the music loud. He is actually reading lips, using subtext, and mood.

I am hard of hearing. I get massive headaches from my ears and brain trying to discern and make sense of all the sounds around me. If you know me, you know I wear my headphones basically 24/7. I do the exact same thing Baby does. I am able to understand practically everything, even with my music turned up all the way. If you watch the film, you’ll see that Baby takes out his headphones while talking to people on occasion. I do this out of habit and manners.

So yes, it is possible for people to understand what is happening with headphones in 24/7. Not all people can do it. It is a skill people with hearing loss tend to develop.

I’d also like to mention… Please, please, PLEASE do not take our headphones out. It is super rude and plain mean. Also super happy they included ASL! And another thing, I do not recommend wearing headphones 24/7. It can cause damage to your ears. In my case it doesn’t really matter, but please take care of your ears!

Originally posted by submersivemedia

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Inquisitor Challenge → Round One: Race

No, I’m not Tal-Vashoth. Tal-Vashoth are rebels. You can’t rebel against something you’ve never seen. I’m Vashoth.

Watch Me Babygirl

this is my gif from my personal blog btw :)

A/N: I’m a ho for highschool!bts so I began writing a series literally nobody asked for so this is part 1 of ?

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language, implied sexy stuff(?), fuckboy!jungkook 

[pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.4] [pt.5] [pt.6] [pt.7] [pt.8] [pt.9] [pt.10] [pt.11] [pt.12] [pt.13] [pt.14]

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Drew this as part of a package I sent to @spinetrick and now that she’s gotten it in the mail I can finally post it. <3

“Naughty Boy”

While I’m still totally emotional about the revelation of the twins in the latest chapter, I’m also laughing so hard because something incredible happened today. I usually totally suck at making chapter predictions, but this time I actually managed to predict one of real Ciel’s lines in this chapter, namely this one of all things:

悪い子だね (You’re a naughty boy)

This is my “Let’s predict real Ciel’s lines in the coming chapters BINGO” I posted on twitter back in June after ch129 was released

and in the square marked in red I had indeed written

悪い子だね (You’re a naughty boy) [*Note: It’s exactly the same phrase real Ciel said to our Ciel in this month’s chapter xD]

Like I wrote in this post, to me real Ciel somehow had that super (yandere) oniichan vibe so all I did was actually to put a lot of creepy, stereotypical yandere-ish phrases in that BINGO, and voila, I already got one right haha xD

The Club (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut with a dash of fluff.
Word count: 3.6k 

Part one: Kitchen Counter, Part two: Laundry Room.

» Song: Love In This Club part II

Summary: ”Or we can just do it here.“ He hummed, his fingers immediately latching onto his belt and working as quickly as ever to get it loose. “Jeon Jungkook,” You quietly scolded with a laugh, placing a hand over his and looked around. “People can see you.” Once you looked back down at him, he shook his head slowly, “It doesn’t matter, baby,” He reasoned, his tongue flickering over his lips. “Everyone’s wasted, I promise. I just…I want you so bad.” 


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YO DID YALL SEE HOW KAT CARRIED ADENAS BOOTS UPSTAIRS FOR HER TO THEIR FIRST CLASS LOVE DEN!?

anonymous asked:

Okay so in Batman Beyond there's an episode where Bruce and Terry go see a 'Batman Musical', just imagine that goes on in Gotham and Jason finds out and asks(forces/tricks) the batfam to go.

i’m finally answering this! i had a really rough week, which is why this took a while, but i kept thinking about this prompt and laughing, so thank you for that.

and on that note: are you serious, that’s amazing. i vaguely remember watching batman beyond but i don’t actually remember all that much about it. i’ll need to look this up.

but yes. yes. i want this to be a Thing.

i want to imagine it as something between holy musical b@man! and the ember island players. like. just picture the kind of crazy misinformed shit that these people are tossing into the mix because what’s the truth and what’s the lie, no one knows, they’re going to make a musical about batman and his however many kids/sidekicks anyway

(they people putting on this play are probably college students)

(stephanie has probably dropped by to help with set designs and laughed herself sick in the process)

getting back on track, how does jason find out about it?

there are two ways i think it could happen. one: jason loves lit. we know this. he collected first editions with alfred and bruce when he was a kid. in my personal experience, if you like lit, you almost definitely like theater in some sense as well. at the very least you’ve read plays. 

jason holds his goddamn red hood helmet like he’s hamlet and it’s yorick.

trust me, he likes plays.

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