beauty battle

anonymous asked:

that is not what i was expecting harry styles to sound like! the one song that starts as this beautiful piano battle and then he screams and bam! based on his award show outfits he was never going to make bubblegum pop again but this is so very different. bowie, jagger, elton john, very 70s glam rock. the song about heartbeats, is totally a fleetwood mac song and the hallway song feels mamas and papas. very impressed. never thought something like this would come from tracking hanson's tag lmao

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Originally posted by stylesinthewild

Look in the mirror. See that person looking back at you? That’s you. That will forever be you. During the times that you feel like you’re all alone in the universe, take a look into the mirror, and remember that that person staring back is with you. You will always have yourself.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
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“I dreamed you’d come back for me…”

“It was like I was in a dream too. I forgot everything. But even though I didn’t remember you—I felt your presence… and I knew that I would never be complete unless those shadows were brought into the light.”

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Never forget the time Josh Gad dressed up as Donald Trump wearing money shorts singing “I Touch Myself” while swinging on a wrecking ball of Trump’s hair and then proceded to make out with Leonard from “Big Bang Theory” who was also dressed as Donald Trump.

*Luke Evans crying from the distance*

When you need to, don’t be afraid to grow. Don’t be afraid to shed your skin and move into a higher version of yourself.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
Look at where you are at at this current moment.  It’s taken blood, sweat and tears.  You’ve been torn down more times than you can count.  But you managed to get through it all, so give yourself some credit.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
Keep your head raised above all obstacles that are presented to you. You are strong. You are a warrior. There is no battle that you cannot overcome.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin

the water was shimmering, catching every single hint of light from the city and from where magnus sat on the bench, riverside, it looked something like a thousand glittering jewels or liquid midnight. all of that light reflected in his eyes and somewhere off in the distance, a tugboat wailed, the sound echoing off of the water and out through the city, mingling with the sound of the traffic that was spilling through it.

reclining against the back of the bench, magnus was the epitome of calm and control. leaned back with his arm slung over the back, there was a powerful grace that settled in him. that same kind of grace that hinted at just how deadly he could be. the wind ruffled his hair and he tipped is chin up, goatee catching just a hint of the light as the cool air from the water slipped underneath his coat. but he didn’t shift, he didn’t move, just sat waiting and listening.

and soon enough he could hear it. footsteps. two pairs, one concealed and one glaringly obvious. the heavy thump paired with the quiet scuttle and was that… yes he could hear the fingers curling around the grip of a gun. his lips twitched and he dropped his chin. clearing his throat as he waited until the heavy footsteps got closer.

“i would have expected a little more imagination.” every single word was lazy and yet his voice, the deepness of it, echoed out over the water and back, the hard coldness of it cutting the chill. immediately the footsteps stopped. he shifted, rings glinting in the light from the city, his other hand pressed in his lap twitching. he wanted to reach for his gun but he didn’t, not just yet.

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