also it's really warm

and girls were so pretty. there was the effortless girls who had the wide eyes, the freckles, the hair pulled back. who didn’t wear makeup and always wore a smile, who knew you needed help before you asked it; the sunshine and picnic girls, who you felt carried spring with them. and the mountaintop girls, strong bodies and fierce in their bones, drinking green tea and teaching you yoga, who watched you and made sure you ate well, who knew what it was to fight for a body that listened. and the soft heather girls who knew nature and spoke gently and would show you how to hear the light hitting a lake, who would listen no matter how long the story was and somehow know what to say. and the girls who were red moons, a dangerous flash of teeth and darkness, an excited wildness that came in black leather and spoke of nights you ache when you remember, who would look at you and pin you to a board for a moment, so that for once you felt important. and the summertime girls, wide smiles and makeup that never smudged, who could make you feel as if you lived inside a photograph, who brought the feeling of the fourth of july to every party, who convinced you to come to the party. and of course the rain girls, who didn’t need an explanation, but simply were, in a way that when you made eye contact with them you knew somehow about sorrow and also about the safety of staying home. 

and girls. girls in their sweatpants in the aisle of a supermarket looking lost. girls staring down their teacher, demanding the grade they deserve. girls with their hands on the wheel, with their hands passing lotion to another, with their hands in their hair. girls upside down on the couch and spine straight in business meetings and body curled around a book. girls who were upended libraries, who were railroads, who were a choir’s last note, who were carols, who were snow, who were a racing track, who glowed or who gave warmth or else sewed cold, who bit hard, who laughed loud, who fell asleep on trains, who rode bikes in rain.

and then there was you.

Quiet Moment

Keith’s bangs tickles just below his chin and Lance suppresses the urge to giggle at the sensation.

The Red Paladin had passed out as soon as Lance and him flopped themselves in the middle of the empty common room; fresh out from the shower after their evening training session and ready to do nothing more than just relax and sleep.

It hadn’t take long before Keith’s eyes slowly close themselves when the light around the room dimmed, following the Castle’s general timezone, and the silence left behind was comfortable and warm.

Now, Lance hums quietly under his breath, careful not to be too loud to disturb the sleeping boy in his arms. Keith lies comfortably and lazily against him, back against his chest and head somewhat pillowed between the crook of Lance’s neck and his collar bone.

Lance’s arms are securely wrapped around Keith’s waist and stomach, holding him up and close as if the teen could slip off his grip and onto the floor any moment.

The brunet loses himself in his thoughts as he plays with Keith’s fingers with his own. It’s almost a miracle to see the teen without his gloves and Lance can’t help himself but to stroke tenderly the pale skin that is usually covered.

Keith’s hands are calloused, rough, and maybe a little bulgy, but they are such a light weight against Lance’s. These are the same hands that helps piloting one of the Universe’s last hope, that have master the art of sword fight with only the will of protect, save, do good behind them.

The same hands that have cupped his cheeks in the past, softly and gently, while caressing his tanned skin as if it was something precious and irreplaceable; the mere thought makes Lance’s heart throw itself into a hurricane of emotions.

His own hands unconsciously tighten around the sleeping teen and a smile covers his lips when Keith’s only response is to snuggle himself closer to Lance’s warmth, a soft content sigh escpaing his lips as he settles back down.

It’s unnecessary the reach of warmth when the Castle’s vents work just fine and Keith’s well covered in Lance’s jacket, securely wrapped up around his lean frame, almost as it was made for him.

It makes Lance to snicker softly at the thought of Keith’s hogging his jacket, but he has never seen Keith more relaxed and at ease than when he’s swimming on it, so Lance can’t really complain.

A faint groan makes him look down, fingers still playing with Keith’s own until the moment he feels the slight grip that intertwined them together and then a squeeze.

“Wh’ you laughin’?” Keith asks quietly, voice heavy with sleep and eyes barely half lidded, but the mere sight of those navy eyes makes Lance to skip an excited beat.

“Nothin’.” Lance answers, equally soft and quiet, mouth pressed on top of Keith’s hair, inhaling the moment of peace before he moves down and press a long kiss against the teen’s  temple, “Go back to sleep.”

“Hm.” Keith hums faintly, barely making it before he turns his head and hide back again in Lance’s embrace.

Lance continues stroking the pale skin on Keith’s hands, his own humming creating an unusual symphony with the Castle’s engine. It’s a quiet moment.

Dementia likes to use 5.0.5 as a beanbag. Luckily 5.0.5 loves cuddles and will happily let dementia sleep on him. 5.0.5 also notices when flug is falling asleep at his desk and will carry him to his room so that the 3 of them are in one big sleepy pile.


Master Devil Do Not Kiss Me  恶魔少爷别吻我 S2 Ep.1
Chu Xia x Qi Lu 初七夫妇 ~ Confession Again

“Let’s be lovers”


Mother! giving Post-Mockingjay realness

Me running away from responsibilities


All you’re going to need is a red candle, but if you don’t have a red one any other candle is good.

Light up the candle and place it somewhere you can see it. 

Bathe as you normally would, and imagine all of your negativity going away with the water.

Take a minute to relax and imagine fire burning your body cleansing you of all that no longer serves you. Feel the warmth of the fire on your skin and inside of your body. Imagine the fire burning and destroying all of the negativity, all of the poison you’ve got stuck in yourself.

After you’re done, put lotion or a cream that makes you feel fluffy and cute, or spray yourself with a perfume that you like the most. Just take a minute to enjoy yourself.


His words beat at her ears like the pounding of a drum, and suddenly it was more than Arya could stand. She wanted Riverrun, not Acorn Hall; she wanted her mother and her brother Robb, not Lady Smallwood or some uncle she never knew.

ASoIaF AU: Arya stays with Ravella Smallwood (but keeps trying to get away and find her family)
(requested by anonymous)

//  Anuk Steffen as Arya Stark and Eve Best as Ravella Smallwood (neé Swann)

This monstrosity is finally almost finished! Excuse the awkward posing, the hip armor still needs velcro, so I was holding it in place.

I honestly can’t thank @sailoranime enough for her input and support while I’ve been making this. I don’t do a lot of spandex or vinyl work, and I’ve never done armor or real shoe covers, so this has been a very painful project with a lot of leaping blindly into things I’ve never done before. (She also made the vinyl decals on the shoulders and arm guard!)

There is still a lot I’d like to go back and redo, but I’m finally mostly happy with how it looks!

Les Cactus [Jacques Dutronc Cover]
The Last Shadow Puppets
Les Cactus [Jacques Dutronc Cover]

Les Cactus | Rock en Seine

As a German proverb says ‘one shouldn’t praise the day before the evening’, so I probably shouldn’t make this post but I had such a good day and it’s not even 1pm. The doctor i met today was really nice and I felt comfortable around him, I finally got an appointment for my Lenny tattoo and it doesn’t cost as much as I feared it would, treated myself by buying a new Agatha Christie book and some nice pencils, everyone in the stores was really polite and I didn’t even panic when they asked if I need help because I was in such a good mood, and lost like 2kg and my outfit today is really cute?