and i am beaming with love

we were never perfect. we let
our insecurities lull us to sleep. we let
ourselves believe that our hardships
will always consume us
and maybe we were right.
some nights, i sit and wonder if
you will ever be mine
in the way i want you to be.
but nights like these, i realize
you are exactly where i need you
to be. you are sitting on the corner
of my heart as if it were a balance beam
and nights like these, i want you to know
that even though we don’t say it anymore,
there is so much love between us
that some nights, it makes me want to explode.
and it’s difficult to accept that with so much love,
we are only friends now
and a part of me believes we don’t deserve this
but another part of me knows it doesn’t matter.
because even if we are never together again,
we will always have each other.
even if we are never together again,
i am lucky i have someone
who never leaves,
even on the nights
i tell them to go.
i am lucky i have you.
i am lucky i love you.
i am lucky you love me.
i am lucky that no matter what changes
in my life, no matter what we go through,
the love we share
will always remain.
—  in any capacity, your love is always enough for me
Ultralight Beam
Kanye West ft. Chance The Rapper
Ultralight Beam

Hey, cause I know that you’ll make everything alright
And I know that you’ll take good care of your child
Oh, no longer am afraid of the night
Cause I, I look to the light

Imagine Spock being smitten with you

“So you’re smitten, Spock.”

Leonard watched the Vulcan’s eyes narrow to the ground, as the two waited for help to come beam down for them. 

“I don’t understand-”

“-it means you like Y/N. You’re in love with her, hell she’s a real catch. Intelligent, beauty and she can beat Jim at chess,” Leonard smirked over at the science officer, who let a small smile escape his lips. 

The doctor chuckled to himself and shook his head. “You got it bad, man.”

Spock’s eyes flickered over to Leonard and he sighed. “I suppose it seems that I am indeed smitten.”

I never told you guys my petty revenge story.

So it’s ten till close at the pizza place I worked at. A man and his daughter walk in to order. I tell them it’ll take a bit longer since the oven has to reheat. He says it’s no problem, but people lie.

While waiting I am forced to listen to this asshole whine about how long it’s taking and about how unprofessional we are and his daughter just laughs it up. Whatever. One well done pizza later I ring him up. His daughter asks about the delivery driver opening, sneaking in a lovely comment about how we looked like we needed the help, earning her a beaming grin from the father. I tell her if she’s over 18 (company policy) I could give her an application, to which the father responds

“Ah shes only sixteen. What a shame she’d be perfect for the job. Pretty girls get all the tips”

He then takes a long look at me and writes a big fat zero under the tip line. His daughter is in hysterics. Now I was very self conscious about my appearance, and this was the first time in months I had the confidence to go out without makeup on. This absolute foot of a person decided he has the right to tear me down like that? I am furious, humiliated, and just want to go home so I usher him out. I am interrupted by a

“Wait, this pizza isn’t well done enough. You need to send it through the oven again” followed by a snide remark to the daughter about incompetence. I accept the offering the karma gods sent me. I inform him that sending it through again might burn it, and it can’t be voided if it happens. But he insists. So I take my sweet time, listen to them bitch, hum a little song, I enjoy this.

I give him his disaster of a pizza. Its blackened, hard, and completely inedible. He’s practically smoking out of his ears when he sees it and demands a refund. I politely inform them that I told them earlier the policies, and was unable to authorize it. Bewildered that he didn’t get what he wants he goes scarlet and demands to speak to a manager, practically screaming.

I put on my sweetest smile and say with a voice that is borderline psychotic I say

“I am the manager”

I assume it’s pretty hard to talk shit when you have to eat a near black pizza because that was the last time I saw him.

And it felt like all the stars in the sky started to breathe within my soul. They stirred the walls I put up to shine brighter and make way for love again. I broke all the rules I set on myself, but i never felt any guilt.

At that moment I knew that, only for you, I am boundless, limitless; an endless space brimming with the beauty of all the shining stars. From the black hole I was forcefully turned into, you made my soul into a shining beam of light, placed me at the center of your universe and there, with you, I was freed from the shackles that was slowly devouring me.

Everything was enchanted, everything was beautiful, everything was bright. You showered me with sparkling light, it seemed like an endless stream ready to live inside my soul. I closed my eyes, basking in the warmth that’s hugging my very existence, and when I opened it I looked at myself and I realized that while receiving all your love…

You made me into the golden sun that shines upon the world.

—  Zurco Armori

“A good horror story will frighten us, yes. It will keep us awake at night, it will make our flesh crawl, it will creep into our dreams and give new meaning to the darkness. […] Good horror stories make us look at our reflections in dark distorting mirrors, where we glimpse things that disturb us, things that we did not really want to look at. Horror looks into the shadows of the human soul, at the fears and rages that live within us all.” –GRRM

I reached the horror section of Dreamsongs a couple days ago and let me tell you, I am NOT looking forward to whatever dark trip GRRM is taking us on in TWOW. Just kidding, I need it more than ever!! GRRM knows how to tap into something primal and beam it directly into my nightmares. (I feel very uneasy about crabs right now.) 

Horrifying imagery aside, GRRM’s real strength is emotional horror. Beautiful things like love, and courage, and friendship, and hope die faster than Ned Stark when GRRM writes horror. Jealousy and hatred and rage win when GRRM writes horror. (Anyone else thinking “valonqar” right now because I am…. I keep saying it, the Lannisters are horrifying, and I love them.)

For example, I read GRRM’s “Meathouse Man” and the stories are very different, but I felt a resonance with Tyrion’s storyline:  

“Of all the bright cruel lies they tell you, the cruelest is the one called love.”

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How dare you tell me ‘I am not like most girls’,
when those 'girls’ you refer to
are my sisters and mothers, my friends,
the very solace and the kindness I have sought
when the worst things in my life have happened?

How dare you assume
I should take that as a compliment,
and beam at you like it is praise
when you are alienating me
from the very core
of my proudly female being?

There are a thousand ways
to tell me you love me,
and making my sisters small
to make me big
isn’t one of them.
Tell me you love me, but not because I am different.

Tell me you love me, just because you do.

—  ‘You Aren’t like Most Girls’ | Nikita Gill

anonymous asked:

I am practically beaming over your military AU! It is literally one of my most favorite Alternate Universes for Voltron of all time, especially with how you designed their character and positions (PTSD, Grenades, snipers and etc.) along with your art/style (which I really loved after seeing you draw RWBY!) One thing I really came here to ask about is where did their military uniforms come/inspired from? I swear, I wasn't kidding about their designs :0

Hey there!! Thank you so much T T Im so happy that you like it! 

I have a few inspirations for their uniforms, which mainly come from the US marine corps. All inspirations and images under the cut! 

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colors: reblog and tag yourself

crimson: fatal, sweet, and intoxicating. dancing in ruins, they are a beautiful sort of madness.

vermillion: rusty, wild, powerful, and brilliant. they are abandoned castles and gods made of stone.

amber: dripping with honey and lullabies. they are a quiet kind of queen.

lemon: live fast, die young. fearless and exhilarating, they know everything and nothing.

gold: heart stopping, blazing, beaming. they are lighting up the world tonight.

jade: elegant, sharp, seductive. they are cruelty at it’s finest.

cyan: neon lights and electric love.  they dream in light years.

azure: drunk on the sky, hopelessly hopeful, they are stuck wandering in a world not far from here.

midnight blue: inky, mysterious, and graceful. they know too much to have any optimism.

bordeaux: sophisticated and wondrous, they are stolen kisses and empty lies, fairy tale love and promises of tomorrow.

cream: moonstruck and sundazed, they are the smell of books and secrets better left unsaid.

alabaster: do not mistake their delicacy for weakness. wise and weightless, they are made of stardust.

dusty rose: bubblegum lips and paper masks. one way or another, they are rising to the top.

champagne: bubbly, dancing, the chic life. with lips painted red and hearts painted gold, they are taking on the world.

i don’t know what living a balanced life feels like
when i am sad
i don’t cry, i pour
when i am happy
i don’t smile, i beam
when i am angry
i don’t yell, i burn
the good thing about
feeling in extremes
is when i love
i give them wings
but perhaps
that isn’t such a good thing
cause they always
tend to leave and
you should see me
when my heart is broken
i don’t grieve,
i shatter
—  Rupi Kuar

anonymous asked:

How does Matsu react when his s/o won't stop kissing his face?

Osomatsu: Loves the attention, beaming under it. 

Karamatsu: “Heh I guess I am Irresistible! Even to you my love~”

Choromatsu: huffs embarrassed trying to escape.

Ichimatsu: Hes embarrassed, and squirms to get away. If he can’t Ichi lays there taking it.

Jyushimatsu: Kisses his s/o back with the same enthusiasm they have!

Todomatsu: Takes a lot of selfies, with his s/o kissing his face to post them up! If its too much he’ll hide his face on their chest.

anonymous asked:

i'm so excited about this i have to tell someone!!! yesterday i went to the movies and as i was coming out i met an old friend i haven't seen since i was like 10 (i'm 19 now) and we were talking and catching up and she gave me a big hug and she was like "if you were gay too this would be the perfect gay moment" and i just BLURTED out "I AM!!" and we were both so excited and happy to have met each other again and come out to each other it was so fun and wonderful, i'm still beaming over it!!!

That’s amazing oh my gosh! That’s super sweet and I’m so delighted for you!! She sounds wonderful as do you!

Much love!
-admin em

anonymous asked:

Hmm, what is Iwaizumi to you Oikawa? And what is Oikawa to you iwaizumi? Detailed answer pls

….Shittykawa?  An annoying, overbearing constant in my life. Childhood friend that somehow turned out to be the only person i would ever want to address as “My lover.”  Don’t tell him, but he’s a part of who i am, in a way.. I can’t imagine myself going through everyday life and not taking care of that alien-crazed idiot.

Anon-chan! Oikawa’s here. *beams* Iwa-chan… Well, he’s Iwa-chan of course. He’s always been that ever since i could remember! He’s a brute with no understanding of many things but he understands me best. He’s a huge part of me.. The better half. The core to my sanity, Iwa-chan always puts me together and he’s that one thing that is exclusively mine. He’s a thief, since all my love and happiness are in his hands. He’s my best friend, my lover, he’s simply Mine. Iwa-chan says i’m corny but he always puts that strained face which indicates he secretly likes it! Haha!


Intro: Okay so I am super excited about this fic, I love it so much and am quite proud of it. 

The idea for it came from @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse​‘s fic, Imagine Fainting in the Medbay (go read it it is absolutely amazing).  So all the credit goes to them for writing the original story, but as I read it one part really inspired me: 

“You’d been sent on away mission, and come under fire, and when you finally beamed aboard, all in one piece except for some bruising, Bones had grabbed you roughly by the upper arms and admonished you never to terrify him like that again. And then he’d kissed you. You’d been inseparable ever since” 

A story started forming in my head as soon as I read it so I asked if I could use that snippet and make it into a full fic.  

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Word Count: 2169

Triggers: being shot at, description of a wound (that’s about it)

Summary: see above snippet from the original story. Because I just took that idea and made it longer and with more detail. 


The sound of phaser shots rang out around you and you ducked as one landed near your head, making the stone crumble above you.  Adrenaline coursed through you and you felt your heart racing as you attempted to make your way over to the unconscious ensign with a large gash in his chest.  He was about 50 feet away when your com beeped.  Your eyes continued to survey the scene and you put one foot in front of the other as you flipped open your com, clutching your your med kit to your chest as if it would protect you from the aliens.  

“Y/N!” You heard someone shout from the other side of the com. 

“I’m here!” You said back, yelping as another shot hit the ground a few feet in front of you. 

“Are you alright?” The voice said, and you now recognized it as Leonard. 

Leonard, aka Dr. Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer, was your boss and one of the best doctors you ever worked with.  As a nurse you were usually under-looked and underappreciated but since the day you first met Leonard, he always respected you and treated you like an equal.  Well almost always.  And when he didn’t you made sure you set him straight.  

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Thank the stars.” Leonard’s voice sounded strained. 

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Photography - Alex Summers x Reader

Requested by anonymous

Prompt: “This is dumb but I’ll do it because I love you.”

A/N: I loved writing this because I just LOVE Alex Summers. And now I just really want him to be my boyfriend *sigh*

Originally posted by sourwolffangirl

You want me to do what?”

“Model for me.” You repeated and grinned.

“A fashion show? Are you serious?” Your boyfriend Alex asked.

“As serious as I’ll ever be!” You swiftly kissed him on the cheek. “Now go on.”

He shook his head. “This is so dumb…but I’ll do it because I love you.” He finished and you beamed at him.

“It’s not even a fashion show, it’s for my photography!”

“What am I supposed to wear?” He got up and headed towards his walk-in closet.

“Nothing.” You smirked.

He turned around and looked at you with wide eyes.

You snorted. “I’m just joking. I was thinking all black. That would look nice.”

He nodded and disappeared through the door. You waited and he came out a minute later with a stack of clothes in his hands. He held the articles of clothing up to you one by one, asking for your approval.


“Okay then. Be right back, love.”

“You could just change here…if you want.” You blushed and smiled at him cheekily.

“Are you hitting on me?” He laughed.

“As your girlfriend I think I have the right to.”

“Well how could I deny you of your request.” He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss.

Stepping back, he slowly took off his shirt and held eye contact. He smirked and threw it to you.

“I don’t want a strip tease, jerk!”

“That’s a first.”

You crumpled the shirt and threw it in his face while laughing. “Just hurry up and change!”

As he did that, you got up and went to grab your camera off of his desk. When he was finally ready you gave him a once-over. He wore dark jeans a black t-shirt and a leather jacket (which was your favorite thing he owned). “You look d*mn fine, Alex. Let’s go.”

The two of you had found a very quiet setting just outside of town. There was an old building that had been partially torn down, leaving a couple of crumbling brick walls. You were getting great shots of him and you smiled to yourself.

“What are you so happy about?” He asked.

“You’re just beautiful, babe.” He shyly smiled down at his feet because of the compliment and you took the chance to get more photographs. The shutter sounded as you took one more and it printed out of your Polaroid.

“Are we done yet?”

“I think so. I got some really good ones.”

“I’d like to see.”

You motioned him over and handed him the stack of Polaroids. He flipped through them and grinned. “These are good. Nice job, love. Now I want one of us.” He grabbed the camera from your hands and put his arm around your waist, pulling you to his side. He raised it just above eye level and you looked up, smiling up at the lens. He pressed the button and a second later it was printing. He handed it to you before raising the camera again. This time he kissed your cheek for the picture. When it was fully developed, you smiled down at it.  You were blushing a little and had a huge grin on your face as his lips were on your cheek with his eyes closed. 

“This is so cute.” You said and his hand rubbed circles on your back.

“Which one do you want?” He asked.

“I’ll take this one. You can have the other.” You put the camera in your bag and carefully placed the photographs in a little book go keep them straight. You stuffed the book in the pocket of your bag and pulled the straps over your shoulder. “Ready?”

“Not yet.” He smiled and tugged on your hands, pulling you towards him.

“This wasn’t so dumb after all, was it?”

“Nope.” He pressed his lips to yours and wrapped his arms around your lower back.

You clutched the collar of his jacket and kissed him back. After a few seconds, he pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” You stood up on your tiptoes and kissed him again, this time more lovingly and gentle.

Once again, he pulled away and gave you a devious grin. “So I’ve never had sex in a destruction site before.”

You shoved him away and giggled. “You ruined the moment, idiot.”

“So is that a no?”


“So that’s a yes?”

“No! Definitely not.”

He chuckled. “You’re really giving me mixed signals right now.”

“Alex, quit while you’re ahead.” You rolled your eyes and started walking towards where he parked the car.

He caught up to you and intertwined his fingers with yours. “So maybe later then?”

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” You nudged him with your shoulder and pulled him towards the car.

The Grand National (Jumin x MC)

Victorian!AU: You go to attend the Grand National.

Word Count: 1143

I saw Beauty and the Beast today and it’s fantastic! I’ll be singing the songs for weeks and it’s such a grand spectacle, I loved it!

Do you guys like the idea of a Beauty and the Beast AU?

Other Victorian!AU prompts:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13


“MC!” V and the other turned to you as you joined them, standing out along the rim of the outside of the fence, small bushels of people scattered about similarly. 

“Good afternoon!” You waved, pulling them all into small hugs as you greeted them. 

“Are you excited?” Yoosung beamed. “I sure do know I am!” 

He laughed awkwardly, shuffling his feet. “Um…school is actually pretty boring though so you could kind of put a rock in front of me and I may have a heart attack.” 

“That sounds like this will actually kill you,” Zen replied, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

“I think I’ll be fine with that if I miss schoolwork.” Yoosung snickered, dropping his shoulders, as though admitting some sort of defeat. 

“I’m sure you’re nervous MC,” Jahee stepped in, clearing her throat as she approached you. “but I can assure you Mr. Han has been working very hard and we will all be supporting him.” 

“Of course! He’s said how important this is to him, I know he’ll do his best!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands. 

“Yes, I just…I just know he’s been very stressed as well.” She shrugged. “Well, we all have, but what I mean specifically is the possible plans of America.”

“You’ve heard…?”

“There’s little about the business I don’t know. But yes, I’m aware.” She set a calm hand on your shoulder, dipping her head. “Don’t worry I’m not here to try and add some extra weight onto the scale. I’m sure you’ll make whatever decision you think is best.”  

You knew where the scale tipped.

You always knew.

It was just getting the words to come out was where you seemed to fail.

Because no matter what your world would irreversibly shift. 

You smiled weakly. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” She pointed, towards the track. “oh, it looks like they’re starting!” 

707 was nearly bouncing with each step he took, lights brighter than stars twinkling in his gaze. 

“This is going to be so good!” He huffed. “It’s a big thriller don’t you think? Why I’m about to just explode-” 

“That’s enough Luciel.” 

You watched intently as the horses began to line together, their hooves digging up dirt as they began to file into a slender row.

Yet even as it dissolved, the horses beginning the race, you still caught hold of Elizabeth, her coat still crystal clear in the murky weather.

You watched as Jumin hunched over, lifting his body upwards as the obstacles came, those less fortunate being dropped from the horses.

However, something quickly caught your attention. 

The track wasn’t round. 

And so, finding that there was only one logical thing you could possibly do.

You ran.

You dragged along V as you went, yelling after the others as you lifted the fabrics of your dress, racing along the fence. 

“MC, what’re you doing?” V said, the others confusedly following along.

“Well, he won’t be able to see us if we’re all the way back here! So we have to make our support portable!” 

“This doesn’t seem very proper-” 

“You know, I don’t actually care about the rules this time! Come on!” You quickened the pace, balling a bit of your gown in your hand as you began to shout.

“Come on Jumin! You  can do it!” You yelped, the others joining in, growing in enthusiasm. 

He was nearing the front, only really confronting a couple others, their eyes glued ahead of them.

But Jumin glanced back.

He saw you, and for a moment you swore you saw him smile. 

It was gentle and warm, yet appeared to be the spark to light the flames.

And you remembered his words the very night before. 

You had both been sitting just outside the stable, looking up towards the inky dark sky above. 

And he asked you a question. “Where do you see yourself in five years?”

You had furrowed your brow questioningly, but laughed, nudging him. “Somewhere with you!”

“Somewhere…” He had folded his lips, his lids lowering. 

“Something wrong?”

“No, no…it’s just I know that no matter where we are, as long as you’re with me…I’ll be happy.” He chuckled. “My father would always say ‘home is where the heart is’. I didn’t understand until recently. But I do know.” 

He had let out a deep breath, his voice drenched in warmth. “As long as you’re with me, I’ll be home. You are my heart.” 

The memories were drowned by your yells, tears brimming in your eyes as you were finally able to come up with something.

An answer. 

The race had continued on, the rest of you obviously trailing behind, but Jumin taking the lead.

There was a clear distance between him and second place, with only one more obstacle determining that place.

And though the outcome seemed certain, your breath couldn’t help but hitch as he crossed the hedge, the crowd erupting into cheers and shrieks as he was announced the winner. 

“He won!” You yelped. “He won! D-Did you see it?He did it!” 

As though you had a surge of adrenaline, your tired legs shot with a burst of energy, racing towards him as he left the gate.

He noticed you right away, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates as he hopped off Elizabeth, running to meet you halfway.

He caught you in his arms, spinning you about before embracing you, holding onto you as if you were more precious than the finest riches.

“Did…did you run that entire time…?” He smirked weakly, holding your face in his hands as you leaned back. 

“Yes…” You muttered.

“You…wow…you must be tired darling, here let me-”

“No-well yes-yes to that…but yes…” You began to nod rapidly. “Yes, I’ll go with you to America!” 

His jaw nearly dropped, laughing in disbelief. “R-Really…? You will?” 

“O-Of course!” You replied, your legs wobbling. “A-As long as we h-have each other we’re home! Just like your dad used to say ‘home is where the h-heart is’…”

His gaze became glossy at your words, an indescribable happiness taking over him as he lifted you up, the most beautiful laughter slipping from him as he held you.

And you both had never loved home more.

For the home was found beside the other. 

INTP: How can you believe in people?

INFJ: I know it can be hard, INTP, and people will let you down again and again. There is much evil and suffering in the world, but we all have the best and the worst within us. If you give up on people you may never discover the good in them. You don’t have to be put down by them, you can be the light to others, love is-

INTP: No, I mean, how can you believe that they exist? How can we be sure that everyone around us are not just illusions, beamed into our brains by aliens conducting experiments in solipsism? Are you real? Am I real?? *pokes INFJ*

INFJ: -__-

anonymous asked:

hey shelb. I remember at the end of 2016 you posted on your blog saying u hoped 2017 is better for u, and it looks like you're really happy and that makes me so so happy! I love u and am so proud of u, i think you have done so much for so many people and i just wish we could be irl friends but yer sending so much love always

i’m literally crying in the club rn. I love u so much thank u. ur a light beam.

anonymous asked:

Madison x reader, books

“Y/N.” James whispered. “Y/N.”

“Hmm?” You finally answered. 

“It’s three AM, what are you doing up?”

“I’m reading.”

“What is it that so urgently needs to be read that you got up at three AM for it?” He moved to sit down next to you on the couch and you shifted to allow him to lean into you. 

“It’s the last book Jamesie, I only have the epilogue left to read now and all my emotions are dead from this series and I need a satisfying ending.” You said quickly. 

He chuckled sleepily, “Okay. I might fall asleep while you’re reading but I’m going to stay here until your done.”

“I love you.” You beamed, kissing the top of his head.

“I love you too.” He muttered.

Send me a pairing and a word and I’ll write a dabble for it! (Genres such as ‘angst’ and ‘fluff’ are also welcome in the request. :))