God this thing was ugly. Who the hell put paisley and fish together? You were sure Anna Wintour put it in some Vogue issue hence the reason Harry just had to have it. Even the men who delivered it side-eyed you as they unwrapped it from the brown paper and plastic.
So here it was. The ugliest chair you had ever seen. And it was in your living room. You sighed as you glanced around. He would insist on having the chair where people could see it.
There had to be a better place to put it though. Some place where both of you could-
“Ohhhhhh yeah baby!” He yelled as he emerged from the kitchen behind you. His voice so loud it caused you to almost jump out of your skin. He walked towards the chair, “Look at this masterpiece…how beautiful it goes with the wood? I told you. You just wouldn’t listen though.”
You bit your lip, the gears in your head turning as you watched him survey his monumental furniture purchase.
He was still in his workout clothes, having just returned from the gym. His biceps were glistening with sweat and you just knew his hair was soaked with it underneath his backwards hat.
You quirked your brows as an idea popped into your head.
You walked towards the chair, nodding gently as you stared down at the fabric,
“Alright…I will concede that it does look decent enough with the wood floor.” You looked up at him, “Is it comfortable?”
“Don’t remember. Let me check…” He sat down, a huge grin popping up on his cheeks as he looked up at you, “Like a cloud.”
anyway, if a man – or anyone, for that matter – tries to condescend to you or talk down to you and make you feel/sound as if you don’t know anything, you take a deep breath, you look them right in they eye, and you say what you have to say anyway. your hands may shake, and your voice may tremble but you have a voice and you better /use/ it. because at the end of the day it’s not about winning or losing the argument; it’s about shaking off the control people tried to have over you and showing them that you are powerful and won’t be shut up or looked down on. ok? anyway love u guys keep fighting
I have to thank Menna for correcting my English, check out her blog!
happy johnlock to you all ^.^
I arrived at 221B and found them curled up together, with Rosie sleeping on Sherlock’s chest and him either in his mind palace or in his dreams. I longed with tenderness and love for my friend, but it was finally free of anger and shame. The agony I’d suffered had shaped me and it was now easier to accept my sentiments and the pain they caused: I knew I’d never be able to be in a relationship with him, but our friendship was beautiful enough. While these thoughts ran in my mind, I had been staring at him for quite long, lost in the lines of his neck and in the shades of his curls. Suddenly his lips moved: “What are you thinking of?” His deep voice sent chills down my spine, and my throat hurt at the thought of having to answer. “I was – I – nothing important, really.” Great impression of an idiot, John. Sherlock sat and held Rosie, still sleeping in his arms. “John, if you have to tell me something, please do.” I wasn’t ready for this conversation. Damn this beautiful man and how unpredictable he is. “Why do you think I’d want to tell you something?” My voice had hardened. “You’ve been staring at me for almost tenminutes now. That suggests I’m the object of your thoughts.” “Why did you ask in the first place if you could deduce it?!” At that exclamation Rosie started crying and I witnessed something I’ll never forget: Sherlock softened enough for me to struggle at recognizing him. He spoke quietly to her: “It’s al right. Hush now, sleep now.” She was already calm when he told her “I love you.” He left me and took her upstairs, I considered running away but I decided on making tea instead. To tell him or not to tell him, that was the problem. Sherlock had came back and sat in his armchair, waiting. “Do you think I should tell you?” “I wouldn’t have asked otherwise.” I realized I was having difficulties breathing, “I’m not sure I can.” “That’s what I thought. But I get it, you don’t want me to be a father-like figure for your daughter. Don’t worry, I’ll back up.” “What?!” I couldn’t help feeling stupid after giving away the perfect cover with that word. He glanced at me, with a mixture of relief and surprise, “What was it then?” “Nothing. I was thinking about Mary.” Sherlock raised an eyebrow: “You’re lying.” “I’m – why? Oh fuck it.” Sherlock made his best drama queen face and got up. “There’s nothing important that I keep from you.” I got up as well. “I didn’t know anything about your childhood!” I shouted. “Neither did I, apparently!” There was a brief silence, and we started giggling simultaneously. “I can’t even be mad at you for more than two minutes.” “I don’t think two minutes passed.”
He smiled at me, “Dinner?” “Starving.” We ordered chinese and I was thankful when we dropped the subject. He started talking about an old case, I was fascinated. In the mid of the story I interrupted him. “But there’s a detail wich isn’t quiet clear to me: why would the man want him to write a document if the all company was fake?” “That’s exaclty what I thought when the client told me! Brilliant observation! You see..” His next words faded, he had said “Brilliant.”, he had smiled so cheerfully… I felt like fainting, this situation was getting out of hand. Time passed quickly, “I should go home now.” “But Rosie’s sleeping. You could stay in my room, I’ve got work to do anyway.” I thought for a moment that he meant sleeping together, and my heart had missed a beat. “But Sherlock I’m taking advantage of you. You already kept Rosie today and I made you waste at least four hours now!” “Don’t be stupid, the hours I spend with you are never wasted. And I was happy being with Rosie as well.” I felt his eyes through me, looking at me so intensely. “Sherlock, do you really tell me everything?” He moved so that we weren’t so near on the sofa, “I said everything important.” “Tell me something unimportant, Sherlock Holmes.” I challenged him. “I delete whatever is.” He looked very uncomfortable, but I kept pushing him. “There has to be an exception, otherwise I‘d know everything about you, following your logic.” “Yes, you’re right. I cannot delete my sentiments.” I felt my chest aching, after all he had done he still felt like his sentiments didn’t matter. I hugged him tight, suddenly uncaring of what he could think about me after an action like that. “Sherlock, for christ sake, they are part of you, and you matter so much you can’t even imagine.” He hesitantely put his hands on my shoulder and neck. “Are they important to you?” He said, caressing my arm
lightly. “Of course they are. You are.” I was letting my fingers wander in his curls, but i wouldn’t let my words be spoken, I could feel the “I love you.” carefully abort from my lips. We were so close in that moment that I didn’t notice the silence, I sensed how fragile we both were to each other and how beautiful that was. “Than I ought to tell you: I love you, John.”
It was early morning in the Weasley home. Last night was a big blur, You and the twins had a hap with some fire whiskey and had pulled a few too many pranks.. molly was unhappy with all three of you. After taking for hours between the three of you in the room you ended up falling asleep. When Fred woke up you were passed out on his chest, her a skew and in your face.
“Georgie?” He looked around. No sight of the other twin.
“Well i guess its just us then..” He looked down at your sleeping face, “Man your beautiful.” He breathed. “Always have been to me.” He smiled. You woke up to his voice, groggy and tired. But you didn’t care to open your eyes. It was too bright in the room, your head was pounding.
“Merlin… why cant I just tell you this? Your asleep so I can tell you everything I want but when your big Y/E/C eyes look at me I can’t get a damn word out.” You listened intently now, trying hard not to move or burst in anyway to make him notice you were up.
“I’m so head over heels for you Y/N I’m madly in love with you and you can’t even bloody tell.’ he chuckled lightly, “You’re more oblivious the ickleronniekins..” He shook his head smiling. “I love you, everything about you..” he sighed. Finally you made an exasperated sigh.
“I love you too dimwit but due to my headache I’d love you more if you shut up.” you mumbled out, making him jump.
“Oh dear god your up..”
“wait.. you love me too?”
“Sure do.” You tightened your eyes as the curtains opened sharply. “Merlins beard does no one have any sympathy for hangovers in this house?” you opened your eyes to see Fred beaming at you at Molly’s persed lips at your little cuss.
“No need to swear dear, if you hadn’t engaged in your little drinking game you wouldn’t have had a hangover in the first place. Now up up you two.” She scurried out of the room. You and Fred followed not long later but turned back quickly to kiss your forehead.
“head over heels?”
“Wouldn’t say it if i wan’t” he smiled. After Molly called up to you with a small bit of anger in her voice still, you went off.
you know how there are moonbeam girls? the soft ones with curves and a smile that makes everything feel safe. the ones you could hug all day and be warm forever. the ones who have those eyes that feel like coming home and a voice like a warm cup of tea and a blanket
and the sunshine girls? the ones who know themselves inside and out and are just comfortable in their own skin and make you feel wanted and beautiful because them even looking at you makes you feel special because they’re so amazing and how could someone that radiant even exist
and then the stardust girls? they’re just so ethereal and every way they move makes the world a little more brilliant and everything they do is perfect and makes you gasp because they’re too good for this world and they can’t possibly be human and there’s just so much in their mind and all you want is to climb inside and revel at their brilliance
and the galaxy girls? their laughter is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen and when you make eye contact and they start to come towards you it’s like you finally know where you belong and they’re colorful and amazing and god how are they even here
and the sunset girls? all you really want is for them to hold you and sing to you and tell you stories because they have so much art in their souls aching to come out and all you want is to see them shine like you know they can because the world doesn’t deserve to see their creativity but god does it need to
I have just realized that there are people out there who haven’t yet had the pleasure of hearing the beautiful singing voice of Toyonaga Toshiyuki aka Yuuri Katsuki’s Japanese voice actor, and decided to amend this.
I was actually wondering which song sung by him to choose for this showcase since more often than not he sings in a lower voice than Yuuri’s, but then I found this - “Valentine Season” - from his recent mini album C’LR’OWN and thought that this was just the thing I was looking for.
“Aries: The fire and blood of a dragon runs through your veins, and it takes only but a spark to light your fuse. Your soul is an inferno, that wanders through the night, wailing like a lonesome wolf. You are a force to be reckoned with, with your tempting, but destructive beauty. You have the ability to scorch even Earth itself, with just one single glance. You, my dear, are built out of gold, one of the most rarest and beautiful things to find in life. Never lose your flame, for you will lose nothing but yourself.”
“Taurus: You have flowers blooming through your soul, even in the most darkest and hidden parts of you. You illuminate a brightness, brighter than the sun, with your silent radiance. People are memorized by the power behind your voice, as the honeyed taste of spilling love falls from your lips. You are nature itself, grounded and tough, but pleasuring and lush, like the trees around you. You are the healer, kissing people’s wounds, with your undying love. For you are hard-headed, but not hard-hearted.”
“Gemini: You are the unusual, the chameleon soul, changing your colors, due to your inner indecisiveness, that is as wide as the ocean. Your eyes are like stained glass windows, holding many colors that represent the wide range of emotions that you hold. You are the soft skin your lover craves to caress, the skin that smells of lilac and sunflowers. Your deception is playful and freeing, for you are a sharp-tongued lover. Darling, you are a safe haven, a home, and anyone who dares to entangle their soul with yours, will be changed forever.”
“Cancer: You are the nurturer at heart, the one that keeps lovers safe in soft silks. Your soul is bathed in moonlight, while your tears ripple in the crystal oceans of your collar bones. The blue-dark belongs solely to you, and your soft hands part the dark, letting the light shine through for everyone to be entranced by you. With beauty as dangerous as a knife, and love like a double-edged blade, You are the moon, the keeper of night.”
“Leo: You are the vibrant goddess of the day, with skin as gold as the sun, bringing hope to the sunrise. Unconditional love brews inside of your photosynthetic heart, with the ability to keep people alive with a burning desire. You are sharp-tongued and made of broken glass and honesty, which is to be admired throughout your life. There are heartbeats in your eyes that shine so brightly, you are to be mistaken for the sun itself. You are so much more than all of your sins and mistakes, and all of the tears that stain your radiant eyes, will soon turn to gems.”
“Virgo: You, my love, are a flower born in the heart of a drought. Your skin is made of lace and silk, for you are fragile thing, to be handled with love and care. But deep in that pure soul of yours, lays ardent thoughts and dangerous beauty. The scars across your heart shall fade like a distant storm, for you are a soul seeker, a searcher, most importantly, a human. You are a gentle nymph, singing lovers into a trance, for you are as lovely and ethical, as a faery song.”
“Libra: For you are a bed of roses, with your crimson petal lips and china doll cheeks. Sometimes you are as bright as the day, Sometimes you are as dark and mysterious as the night, you keep people on their toes, waiting for your next move. You are beauty, in the way that humans so rarely are, warm and starry eyed, for you truly are the child of Venus. You love with the strength of a storm, but with the kindness of a child. Darling. you are the oxygen that everyone needs.”
“Scorpio: Silver raindrops drip from your lips like stars in the sky, with hips like a hurricane and a soul to match. You are the body electric, the midnight dancer, with passion that is to not be confused with arrogance. You are a supernova, the explosive rebirth, with a smile that crafts magic. So many layers and colors you hide, contained in your electric heart. You seep poison into the veins of those who hurt your loved ones, for your undying passion and love knows no bounds.”
“Sagittarius: You laugh and smile in sunbeams, for you are ready to burn through the darkness of the night. Your everlasting light is buried in the softness of love, but the untamed dark lingers through your soul. You, yourself, are a religion, a dreamer, but as dark and deep as the midnight ocean. You are so in touch with the earth all around you, for you have stars in your eyes and moon dust in your hair. You are a warrior, a light, a fire.” “Capricorn: You, my love, are the definition of inner strength. Beyond the hunger of your golden dreams, a softness remains. Your soul is a work of art, so bold and unique, everyone wants a part of you. tease, touch and dark, love is something special, and you treat it like gold. There are sparkles in your doe eyes, and your touch entrances people, with the undying mystery and ferocity in every stroke of your love.”
Aquarius: You are made of nocturnal oracles and burning stars, the brightest stars from all the heavens. Your brilliant mind is as wide and colorful as the aurora borealis, and oh, what I’d do to get lost in it for eternity. Your heart bleeds in water colors, for you are the ocean itself, keeper of the lively tides. The bruises that paint across you skin are like galaxies, for you are fully made of star dust.”
“Pisces: You are the galaxy in the skin of a human, the owner of the sky. Your bruised mouth speaks an intoxicating type of love, for you are a sweetheart, a seductress. Your starving soul is desperate to wrap around another, for you find beauty in the broken. Your mystical and rose colored aurora draws admirers in, for you, yourself are the unknown. Darling, you leave a trail of stars wherever you go, for you a wanderess of the night.”
is been a long time since i’ve posted something about the musicians au but here i’m with more information and A FANFIC UHULLLLLL
yeah babes, a f a n f i c. You can read in AO3 or in tumblr and in fanfiction
the author is the amaaaaaazing @thesirenserenity AND WE ARE WORKING TOGETHER TO MAKE AWESOME CHAPTERS FOR YOU GUYS, BECAUSE YOUR SUPPORT IS REALLY AMAAAAAAAAZING, you all are my team ❤️
now for the cool part:
MORE INFORMATION ABOUT THE MUSICIANS AU!!!!
- It will take some time until Marinette sing without being anxious in front of Adrien, because he’s pretty, new, and she don’t knows him very well.
- He will always try to take some time to sit with her and practice, while also tries to discover a little bit more of the beautiful girl that haves a awesome voice.
- I made a playlist for Adrien, and trust me, he have some really good songs, like: Sunset Lover, Knee Socks, Middle, She Will Be Loved. You can check his playlist here
- Marinette doesn’t know that Adrien can sing, yet. But when she discovers….
- After multiples jams, dates, conversations, Adrien and Marinette finally start being best friends, and having scenes like the one you seen on the drawing up here.
SEND ME QUESTIONS, CHOCOLATES, DRAWINGS, MINI FANFICS ABOUT THE MUSICIANS AU AND DON’T FORGET TO CHECK OUT THE OFFICIAL FANFIC!
Listening to a new album by your favorite band is weird on one hand because for the first time in a long time you can’t sing along but on the other hand it’s amazing because you hear that familiar voice you adore and you sit there in awe remembering why you love them so much
I’m jealous of the moon and the stars, for they know your deepest secrets.
I’m jealous of the ground, for its with you every step you take.
I’m jealous of the wind, for it brushes your skin and touches your hair.
I’m jealous of the rain, for you sing and dance with it.
I’m jealous of the windows in your car, for they hear your favorite songs and listen to your beautiful voice.
I’m jealous of your bed, for it feels your heartbeat and watches you slowly fall sleep.
I’m jealous of your phone, for it sits in your palm like the hand of someone you love.
I’m jealous of your camera, for it feels your face and is there with you for the moments you want to last forever.
I’m jealous of everything you have touched, for now it has felt a glimpse of heaven.