and heartbreakingly beautiful

helloiamspiderman  asked:

i've just gotta say, if shea had to sashay away, it's only fitting that she got to do it in front of a massive crowd chanting her name in support

UM THIS like i never wanted her to sashay away EVER but like the crowd rightfully cheering her name while she gracefully exited the stage was heartbreakingly beautiful 

Shakespeare: writes pages & pages of sonnets about a man so heartbreakingly beautiful that he swears all beauty will die with him

Shakespeare: writes love sonnets about said man

Shakespeare: begs him to at least have a child as to not let his beauty go from the world forever b/c old bill thinks that would basically be a sin, a tragedy,

Historians: anyway this is William & he’s Straight

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BOOK OF THE DAY:

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer

“No spoilers here, but we will say that the book–which includes a number of photographs and some eccentric typography–ends with what is undoubtedly the most beautiful and heartbreaking flip book in all of literature.” –Booklist

Oskar Schell is unlike any nine-year-old you will ever meet. Bright and quirky, it is safe to say he is a little weird. He makes jewelry, he speaks French, he plays the tambourine, he is a Shakespearean actor, jeweler, pacifist, vegan, historian and correspondent with Stephen Hawking and Ringo Starr. When his father passes away in the September 11th attacks, Oskar is left depressed until he finds a mysterious envelope with a key, titled, “Black” in his father’s closet. Filled with inspiration and hope, Oskar embarks on an adventure to find the lock of the key. During his journey, he travels through the five boroughs of New York, where he meets interesting characters with their own survival stories. What begins as an innocent, heartfelt testimonial of loyalty to his father, ends up as a heartbreakingly beautiful climax, which leads to his father’s grave.

Although the plot seems rather thin, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close is far quirkier than you believe. Reflecting Oskar’s intellectualism, Foer’s writing is experimental. With several back stories, including the Hiroshima and Dresden bombing, as well as others’ stories of trauma, Foer’s writing is intuitive: it lacks punctuation and shifts narrative. It contains eccentric, illegible typography (where the words are mounted on top of each other) blank pages, pages with one liners, sweet monologs, illustrations and scribbles. Although it may be perceived as gimmicky, it is highly stylistic and unique.

Without a doubt, Foer’s delicate style adds to the sentimentality of the novel. Make no reservations here, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close will make the coldest heart shed a tear. Foer has created a prose on the exploration of grief and healing. As a result of the highly sensitive topic and young narrator, there are no mild feelings procured here, you will feel a gut-wrenching beautiful ache or a bitter taste in your mouth. Note, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Closenavigates two extremes of the spectrum, between beautiful sadness and manipulation.

Read excerpts from the book here!

Cassian’s breath blew out in a white cloud in front of him. He’d been walking around for hours, hours. He knew it was freezing, knew winter was on it’s way, yet he didn’t feel anything. Not the cold, not the hoarfrost on his jacket—nothing. The early morning sky was still black and filled with stars in every direction. Beautiful and untouchable. Like her—no, not like her.

He hated himself.

What had he done? What had he done?

He’d told himself he’d only go to the meeting to see how she was doing. They’d all had dinner as a group, and maybe it had been the alcohol, or the scent of her sadness so palpable in the air around her—but he’d walked her home.

And with the alcohol thinning the walls between them, thinning the walls she kept between her and the world, he’d thought she’d never looked more beautiful.

Heartbreakingly so, with her sadness and her anger.

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There's a father daughter dance but Hal couldn't go, so FP dances with Betty instead.

That’s great!
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Betty giggled as the two Jones boys physically shoved each other over the last piece of her famous Blueberry pie, rolling her eyes she picked up her dishrag and made her way over to F.Ps tiny sink. His trailer was just big enough for the three of them to enjoy a home cooked meal comfortably, she had heard talks of F.P buying Jughead a dog the thought making her smile, it might be cramped but she couldn’t wait to see her boyfriends face.

“I swear you two are nuts, you both just ate a whole pie! After devouring an entire chicken dinner. Bottomless pits the both of you.” She called from the kitchen teasingly. She loved this, loved being here, cooking for her boyfriend and his father, joking around and laughing, she was comfortable and safe all of the work that went into it, seeing their happy faces? It was worth it.

“We’re growing boys.” F.P wiggled his eyebrows, taking the dirty dish from her hands and cleaning it in the sink himself. Betty was always cleaning something, his son had claimed it was her way of coping, controlling a situation, who was he to argue? His trailer was almost Always spotless when she visited and their were leftovers for days when she left. His son couldn’t have chosen better if he tried, the girl was all heart, so much love in her he was surprised she didn’t explode.

He glanced behind him to see his son wrap his long arms around the tiny blondes waist, nuzzling her neck with a smile as she leaned into his chest. That was another thing, his son was so happy. F.P couldn’t remember a time when his son had smiled so much, Betty brought out the lightness in his sons eyes and for that he would be forever grateful.

“Betty and me were thinking of heading to Pops for dinner tomorrow, were going to invite Bets mom, Alice has been meaning to call you about fixing the broken doorframe downstairs. Wanna join us?” Jughead asked lazily, toying with a loose curl on Betty’s neck, smiling adoringly at his girlfriend.

“Sure sounds good. What time? I’ve got work at the construction site until 4.” F.p asked, leaning against the counter.

Betty smiled her most heartbreakingly beautiful smile “after 6 o clock, I have to go finish setting up for the father daughter dance at Riverdale, I’m not staying long, there’s not really a reason.. ya know… because…” she trailed off, her eyes looking down as Jughead squeezed her shoulder and kissed her forehead.

Hal Cooper had abandoned his family. He left his daughter almost as fast as Jugheads mother had left him, it had been so sudden that the pain was still so fresh to Betty, thinking about it made her heart ache.

F.P hated that bastard, sure his wife had left him but he had deserved it, he was a terrible husband. Alice on the other hand? She did everything Hal asked no matter how much it hurt her, and to cut off contact with Betty? Atleast Jughead still spoke to his mother, Hal had stopped answering his youngest daughters calls and if he saw her around he would purposely go the other way. It made F.P sick to his stomach, sure he wasn’t father of the year but he would never ignore his son, especially considering how wonderful Betty was.

“Anyway” he looked up as Betty cleared her throat, I should be out of there by around 545. I just have to go home and change, juggie offered to pick me up from the dance.“ She looked up at her boyfriend with a sad smile

“I told her I’d go with her to the dance, but she said that wasn’t appropriate” he grumbled, rolling his eyes and pressing her closer to his chest.

She laughed “its a father daughter dance, thanks for being sweet though… daddy.” She whispered the last word quietly, only for Jugheads ears as he blushed bright red, that was a story for another time.

“Okay!"Jughead clapped his hands "I’ve gotta drop Betty off at home, it’s getting late, I’ll be back in a few.” He called to his dad, grabbing his dads pickup keys and heading out the door, gently tugging on her arm, eager to be away from his father and alone.. in the back of said pick up truck.

Betty giggled again, the soft melodic whistle, ringing through the tiny trailer
“I’ll see you tommorow F.P , remember! Careful with the sodium, it’s not good for you!”
She called as she was whisked out the door.


Rolling his eyes and smiling, F.P jones knew exactly what he had to do, thankgod for Bud Radleys spare suit hanging in his closet.

The next day passed quickly as he joked around with Fred and sweat his ass off, finally it was later in the day and he was showered and dressed in his suit, standing outside the Riverdale High auditorium. He smiled, remembering Jugheads proud and shocked expression as he left the house half an hour ago.
“Where are you going dressed like that” his son had asked.

“I’ve got a hot date with your girlfriend, something about a father daughter dance?” He smirked grabbing his keys off the table.

Jughead had just stared at him for what felt like hours before the biggest smile he had ever seen crossed the young boys face

“I uhh.. yeah.. you don’t wanna keep her waiting” jughead cleared his throat.

F.p winked at his son and headed out the door.

“Well here goes nothing.” He mumbled pushing open the auditorium doors and spotting his target instantly. Betty was standing alone by the drinks, swaying slowly to the music as fathers held there daughters. It was enough to make F.Ps old, broken heart break even further.

Slipping up behind her, he tapped her shoulder

“Can I have this dance mam?”

Betty swung around in surprise, her eyes filling with tears as she beamed at F.P

“What are you doing here?” She asked excitedly, taking his hand and tugging him on the dance floor.

F.P snorted at her enthusiasm and gently held his sons girlfriend by the waist.

“You’re like a second daughter to me Bets. You didn’t think I’d let you come to this on your own did you? It’s a win win for me, I get to dance with the prettiest girl in the room and.. I don’t think I’ll ever get to have this with Jelly bean, as much as that hurts I’m glad I get to experience It.”

Betty smiled sadly as she rested her head in his shoulder
“We’ve all lost something in this town. It’s about fixing what we’ve lost, finding happiness somewhere else.” She whispered.

F.P nodded as the tiny blonde swayed against him.

After about six fast dances and one more slow, the unlikely pair were exhausted and happy. It had been fun spending alone time with the other, they both had the same sense of humor and they both loved a certain beanie wearing boy very much, looking at her watch Betty’s eyes widened

“Come on! We’ve got to go, my mom and Jughead are waiting at pops!”

Thirty minutes later, walking into pops and spotting Alice chugging a milkshake as Jughead urged her on, the two looked at each other and laughed, they had lost so much but maybe they had gained a little more than they had expected.

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Let’s cancel my birthday party. We’re in Europe. Let’s got to Venice, Cipriani. Remember?
It’s a great place to… be healthy (happy). 

Fic Shelf (01st May).

Next update in my Fic Shelf with these brilliant fics:

Six Words by @barnes-heaven 

The narrative behind a six word story.

Loved You First by @barnes-heaven 

Modern!AU -  The reader just returned from a long trip abroad, only to discover her best friend, Peggy Carter, is engaged to none other than her heartbreakingly beautiful ex-boyfriend, Bucky Barnes.

Let Me Bring My Man by @minervaem 

Death follows us all, and she can’t understand why are we so scared of her. After all, she’s compassionate being too.

Arranged by @cnoppswrites 

You and Bucky Barnes are arranged to be married. The only issue there seems to be is that you two despise each other. What could go wrong?

Mirror For The Sun by @imhereforbvcky 

Bucky POV - Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Lose my Number by @waitforthehurricanerose 

Reader is assigned with a group of agents to be trained by Captain and Bucky, whom she used to date a few years back when the relationship ended when she ghosted him.

This is War by @soldatbarnes

After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.

Taking my Life Away by @soldatbarnes

Reader gets a job in another city, leaving her best friend behind. How will they do without each other? Will their long distance friendship last? Will it become something more?

Love me Like You Used to Do by @hellomissmabel

You’re pregnant with Steve’s child and run into your old flame, Bucky.

Tainted Love by @cumonbucky 

Soulmates are supposed to be a wonderful thing, that is until you find out who your soulmate is. You guessed it, Lance “The Fucker” Tucker.

The Back-Up by @daisbucky

You and Bucky make a pact in your senior year of high school that if the two of you were still single at 30, you’d get married.  

Best Friends by @bovaria

AU -  Meeting in college, you and Bucky strike up a friendship. And that is all there is, until Bucky realizes he’s in love with you. But it might just be a little too late for that.

Corre by @bovaria 

It was meant to be a one night thing, friends resolving the tension between them. But it turned into so much more.

By the Way of Spontaneity by @bovaria 

AU -  On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?

anonymous asked:

Do you have any headcannons on hidden talents the tog characters have ?? Like idk singing or dancing or juggling or drawing or making up hilarious limericks on the spot or baking fucking amazing bread or just being really good at frenchbraids ?? I don't really know where I'm going with this I just thought it would be interesting to ask !

I’m including ACOTAR characters too.

Each and every member of the Thirteen is a FANTASTIC singer. On the level of sirens, only everyone is mesmerized by their voices.

Chaol can juggle. He started doing it one say for shits in his office, and found out that he is actually good at it.

Dorian can do the splits. He is actually quite limber.

Cassian quilts. Rhys’s mom taught the boys how to mend their own clothing, but she used to stay up quilting, and Cassian used to help. His brother’s don’t know this. But he can sew a mean quilt. And when Rhys’s mom died, he asked Rhys is he could keep some of her quilts and Rhys let him. He keeps them in a locked trunk in his house. But his favorite one hands on the wall. It’s both a work of art and a memoriam to the only mother he ever knew.

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its almost one am and i am barely coherent but i just had a thought

what if at the end of the mcga series we get a repeat of the end of the last olympian

the norse gods are giving the heroes gifts for their bravery in the fight against loki and they call up magnus

and odin says “we rarely bestow this gift but we feel like you have earned it. magnus, we would like to offer you a second chance at being alive.”

and magnus is floored because being alive again means so many things?? he could go back into the mortal world and actually live there, fix up his uncle’s house and make it an actual home for himself, hell he could start a charity for homeless kids. and he doesn’t know what to say so he turns back to his friends and theyre all giving him forced smiles and it hits him

this offer is only for him.

obviously for hearth and blitz and sam the reward doesnt matter since theyre still alive, but his other friends will still be dead. theyll still be residents of floor 19, waiting for the actual end of the world to come.

if magnus becomes alive again, that means he couldnt come back to hotel valhalla. they could visit, but it would never be the same as actually living there. he wouldnt have any of it-the brawls, the feasts, his floormates, the rest of the hotel.

and when he died again, would he even end up back at the hotel? he could be chosen for a different afterlife, one where he never sees his friends again. he could lose them for all eternity.

and magnus looks at mallory and halfborn and t.j. who are all clapping for him with sad smiles, struggling to imagine life without them, and then he looks at alex.

alex, who chopped his head off the first time they met. alex, who had shared stories of her past with him. alex, who was snarky and talented and witty and brilliant, who was staring at him with wide eyes threatening to spill over because she knows, she knows that magnus becoming alive again means leaving the hotel.

and in that moment magnus realizes that he is in love with alex, and he doesnt know why he never realized it before, never realized that he would go to the end of the world for her, never realized that he stared all the time because he just loved every thing about her.

and he knows. he knows he cant take the god’s offer. because it means he could never see his friends or alex again, it means losing some of the people he cared about the most, and hes already lost so many that the thought of losing them makes his stomach churn.

so magnus turns back to the gods, and he tells them, “as much as i appreciate your offer, i have to say no.”

and the room gasps, because hes turning down such a valuable gift from odin himself, he could never get this chance again. but odin nods, smiling, like he knew all along that magnus would say no.

and the moment magnus goes back to his friends theyre all swarming him, asking why he turned the gods down, why didnt he take the chance to be alive again? and alex is standing outside of the group, still staring at him in shock, and magnus cant take it anymore, he breaks free of the group and wraps alex in the biggest hug he could manage.

they stay like that for what feels like ages, like theyre the only two people left in the world, holding each other in silence, until alex breaks it. “why?”

“because i dont want to ever lose you,” magnus whispers back. “i couldnt take the chance.”

and alex is just so overwhelmed with emotion, at the idea that someone would turn down the gods because of her, that she starts to cry, and magnus is crying too because he knows, he knows why alex is crying, and their friends all give them the biggest group hug with tears of their own and they all stay there, with the weight of the world finally eased off of their shoulders, and the gods are faced with a heartbreakingly beautiful display of mortal friendship and feelings, the reason why magnus turned down the chance to live again

and im tearing up over this because magnus loves people, he loves his friends and family and he will never ever let them go

Rivals Series Playlists

Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches and Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts

hey fam, ‘tis I, your favorite Yuri!!! on Ice trashbag and pro fic reader, back at it again with the fanfic posts!

I’m coming at you today with playlists for both of @kazliin‘s Rivals fics! If you haven’t read them, you should come out from whatever rock you’re living under and surrender to this angsty one-sided-hate-sex AU. Here I have two lists of song recommendations to pair with these stories, handpicked from my own Spotify playlists - so brace yourself for a lot of chill indie electropop/rock, I suppose. I tend to think in songs so a lot of these came to mind as I was reading them, while others I picked later. There’s one for Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches and one for Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts! Please enjoy and pray for my poor sons, who just can’t seem to communicate with each other.

Rivals // UMFB&MHA - YouTube | Spotify

Rivals // OBS&BH - YouTube | Spotify

Fuck yeah I made these graphics. Or at least, I put them together. The Yuuri image and both snowy backgrounds came from Google; the Victor image, I painstakingly rendered myself. When I say I spent way too much time on this I mean it, y’all.

Song notes under the cut!! (Warning: notes contain spoilers for UMFB&MHA and OBS&BH up to chapter 3)

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Dancing On My Own: Part 10

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Brief Mentions of Sex 

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Word Count: 895

Summary: Bucky Barnes never imagined himself falling in love with anyone, especially his best friend’s girl. Of course his plans were shot to hell when Steve decided to surprise everyone and propose to you on your birthday. Had he missed his shot, or would he be willing to risk both of his closest friendships in hopes of winning your heart?

Author’s Notes: Thanks for being patient! I always love hearing from you guys <3. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged.

Originally posted by fysebastianstan

Originally posted by blakemylove

Morning came too soon. Bucky opened his tired eyes to see you sleeping beside him. You looked so heartbreakingly beautiful as the sun cascaded down your back. He replayed the events of last night in his mind as he sighed to himself. He had royally fucked up. When he had awoken from his nightmare you had been the first thing he had seen. The relief of having you beside him overwhelmed him – causing his carefully built defenses to come crashing down. He had let his emotions get in the way… and god only knew what kind of damage he had done. He allowed himself one last lingering look before pushing off the bed and dressing himself before leaving to meet your dad downstairs to help with the preparation for your mother’s funeral.


In truth you had been awake when Bucky left the room. You had feigned sleep to buy yourself some time and to prolong the inevitable awkward morning after conversation. Once you could no longer hear his receding footsteps you turned on your back with a sigh. As you blinked wearily towards the ceiling you couldn’t help but allow your mind to drift back to the events of last night. The way he had looked at you – like he had been waiting for so many years for that moment. The way his lips felt against yours – soft yet firm – as his stubble scraped across your cheek. You had never experienced anything like it with anyone else, and you hated yourself for it. The problem was – you didn’t regret it – any of it, and that made it so much worse. You sighed to yourself again as you winced in response to your throbbing head. You had certainly had too much to drink last night, and your hangover was rearing its head with a vengeance. You couldn’t help, but think you deserved it.


“You there, son?” Bucky blinked in confusion as your father’s voice brought him back to reality. He had had a difficult time keeping his mind off of last night and everything that had happened.

“Huh? Oh… sorry,” Bucky mumbled – trying to hide how flustered he had become.

“I asked if you were okay, son,” your dad responded as he looked at Bucky. “Last night – are the nightmares back again?” Bucky had been open with your mom and dad from the first time he came home with you that he had occasional bouts of nightmares thanks to his time with H.Y.D.R.A.

“I… I had one last night, but Y/N…” his voice trailed off as his face reddened “She… she helped me,” he finished awkwardly.

“Have you told her… how you feel?”

Bucky set his eyes back to his work – avoiding making eye contact with your father at all costs. “Not in so many words, but I’m sure she knows,” he responded shortly.

The two men lapsed into silence for a time as they continued to prepare the house for the arrival of additional guests. After a while your father turned to Bucky and asked earnestly, “Does Steve know?”

The sound of the name caused Bucky to flinch. He had been trying to actively not think about his friend even after the phone call he had made the other night – undoubtedly causing further complications for himself. “No,” Bucky answered quietly as he turned to look at your father.

“I think things have maybe progressed further between you two than I realized. Listen son – I know how much Steve means to you and I know how much Y/N means to you, but at some point you have to decide what you want and what you’re willing to sacrifice for it. What’s love if not a leap of faith?”

“It’s easier said than done,” Bucky murmured to himself as he climbed the stairs to your bedroom.


Bucky had had every intention, upon entering your room and locking the door behind him, to speak with you – as much as he didn’t want to, but as he turned he caught a glimpse of you through your cracked bathroom door. It was only for a brief moment before you stepped out of view, but his breath seemed to hitch in his throat as he took in the sight of your bare back. He sat on the edge of your bed with his hands balled up in his lap as he listened to the sound of the water cascading off your body in the shower.

Logic told Bucky that he had already made a big enough mess of things. That he needed to talk to you. That he shouldn’t act further until he did. But he couldn’t help giving into the pull that caused him to shed his own clothes and walk with heavy feet to the bathroom. As he entered the shower hesitantly you turned around, almost as if you had been waiting for him. “What is it?” he asked softly as he caressed the line between your eyes with his thumb. You smiled at him sadly as you brought your lips to his. You didn’t want to talk – to address anything that had or would happen. You just needed to be there with him – to know what you felt the night before had not been some misplaced dream. “Are you sure?” he asked breathlessly as he leaned his forehead into yours. All you could manage to do was nod.


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