but at the same time beautiful

it’s so weird how tv shows can affect you and change your life. I heard the song Time After Time and it immediately reminded me of that scene in parks and rec where Ann and April are singing it and then Donna busts in and joins them.

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Like I will never be able to listen to this song in the same way. I will always be reminded of this beautiful scene. 

dear arohas

A huge part of you is in awe.

You look at these six boys and wonder, for days and weeks and months, how six boys could mean so much to you in less than a year. You, who has been there since their days of being confined to just the training rooms, and you, who stayed through the cringe-worthy episodes of To Be Continued (and Clap Clap). You’ve been there by their sides during the most important time of their lives and still loved them for all their cheek and socks over jeans. You loved them all the same.

And even if you weren’t there before, even if you had stumbled across these six boys without meaning to on a random, beautiful day, even if you decided to love them midway through their Summer Vibes or Confession eras, you are here, and that is all that matters.

You wonder how it happened and why it did. Idly, you think that the reason you love them so much is probably because of the way they just are. You love them for how they’re just happy to be able to do what they love, and you love them because they’re just– themselves. They are not afraid to be themselves.

Then you backtrack and realise you don’t really need a reason, do you? You just do. That is all that matters.

Three years, five years, ten years from now, you’ll still be here. You’ll look back at the first time you met these six boys and wonder where the days have gone, and then you’ll look forward to the days that wait for you both. You will still be here, and they will always be here for you, too.

Nothing could ever be quite as wonderful.

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Just to be clear, it’s a date.

First I’d like to say thank you to @carryonsimoncarryon for being the most fantastic friend I’ve had in ages, and for being such an helpful and kind beta <#

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(Simon’s POV)

His black hair is hanging loose today, swaying gently against his face as he leans forward to take another bite of his sandwich. Those grey piercing eyes are as mesmerizing as ever, and his skin has a tan glow that seems to be shining especially beautifully.

I sneak glances at him every now and then, sometimes meeting his eyes, and my heart skips a beat.

He catches me staring again. Crowley, he’s beautiful; handsome, masculine and yet elegant, all at the same time. As our eyes meet, I smile back at him. His smile is the most heartwarming thing I’ve ever seen, and I can feel the heat rising to my checks. My eyes quickly dart back towards my cherry scone, hoping for the blush to fade. One day I’ll get up the courage to ask him if I can sit with him. I’ll talk to him, and maybe if I’m feeling especially brave, I’ll ask him out, or ask for his number. I don’t know yet. I have to work up the courage first. One day, but not today.

~~~~~

He’s still there every day at lunch. Today his black hair is pulled into a bun, and his stylish black turtleneck rests perfectly against his neck.

Today is the day, I told myself this morning, hoping that he might not be there. Hoping that he’d gotten sick of my staring, or that he’d have to work during his break, so that I’d have an excuse to wait another day or two.

It didn’t really surprise me when I saw him sitting there, in his regular spot by the fountain. As I meet his eyes across the park I realize I’ve stopped in my tracks, and I can feel my heart race. Today is the day, I tell myself once more. His smile melts my heart, and it gives me courage to make my feet move forward again.

As I walk, I stare intensely at my cup of coffee and the brown paper bag with a cherry scone in it. It’ll be fine. He won’t tell you to leave; he’ll be nice and talk to you. Okay, one foot in front of the other. Keep it going. I encourage myself to walk to my usual spot at the bench next to him. As I move forward, I can feel a pair of eyes at me, and when I look up, I meet his gaze. I smile as he shuffles to the side, making room next to him on the bench.

“Hi, can I sit?” I ask shyly. He smiles and nods.

“Why else would I move over for? Other than to make room for you I mean?” he chuckles, and I can feel my heart racing as the heat spreads throughout my body. This is my new favorite sound. It must be. I’m sure of it.

I sit down next to him; not so close that I’d seem like a creep, but close enough to easily see the color and pattern in his perfect grey eyes. They remind me of wet pavement, but they’re much, much more appealing to stare into. I support my coffee cup between my thighs and rest the paper bag with my scone in on top of it. Then I extend my arm out towards him.

“Simon,” I say, introducing myself.

“Baz,” he smiles, gently grabbing my hand and shaking it. It almost feels like silk, his skin, it’s smooth but his hand is freezing cold, even now this late in spring.

“I was wondering when you’d finally come talk to me, you know,” he says. “I’ve seen you staring.” He lets go of my hand before grabbing his cup and sipping his tea. Blackcurrant, I think, as the scent flows towards my face.

I feel the heat rising to my cheeks once again, and I look down, staring intensely at my hands.

“Well, here I am,” I whisper, almost regretting not having this conversation with myself in my head before actually approaching him. That’s silly, I know, because I could have never known what he’d say. But still, I feel like I should have a better answer. I nervously pull my hand through my bronze curls and I can see him. Baz. He’s smiling at me. I can see it from the corner of my eye, so I turn to look at him. Why did my words always come short whenever I tried to talk to other people than Penny? Penny is always easy to talk to.

“You- you know, I’ve been thinking, um, about asking y-you this, for… for quite a while now, actually. Um… Would- would you like to go out to dinner? Um, with me?” I stutter, pushing the words out, choking on them twice. I look at him for a split second, and then I ruffle my curls again, purposely putting my hand in the way so that I can’t look at him. I don’t was to know what rejection looks like. I  really don’t. At least not from him.

“Yes, I’d like that. Did you have a specific time in mind?” His voice is cheery, and I look at him from the corner of my eye as I slowly lower my hand.

“Really?” I ask, surprised before I can even stop myself. “I mean, I don’t. I thought I’d have to ask you first.” I’m stumbling over my own words, but I can’t help the smile spreading bigger across my face as I see him smiling too.

“I’d ask you to give me your number,” he says, and I feel my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach. He’s just kindly rejecting me, I think. “But since my phone died this morning at work and I didn’t bring my charger, I’ll have to give you my number instead.”

My heart is racing. I was sure he’d been trying to reject me in the kindest of ways, but his phone is dead. That’s all. I grin, feeling relieved as he pushes his perfectly smooth, tan hand in front of my face, asking for my phone.

I dig through my pockets, wondering where I put that damn phone. Finally, as I feel a vibrating against my chest, I remember putting it on the inside pocket of my jacket. I never put it there, so why I did so now I have no idea. I look at the caller ID: ‘Penny’ it says, with a rather unpretty picture of me and her grimacing, both dressed up for halloween. I blush and hang up on her.

Suddenly, closer than before, I can feel Baz tense beside me.

“Your girlfriend?” he asks, slowly moving a few inches further away from me.

“Nope. That’s just Penny, my best friend,” I say, smiling reassuringly at him. She calls once more. And I hang up again before opening my contacts and offering the phone to Baz.

He grabs it, studying me; uncertain, as if he’s doing something he shouldn’t be doing. I nod and smile once more, and soon he’s saved himself as a contact in my phone. Handing me back my phone, our hands grace each other, and I feel my cheeks burning, and the butterflies going crazy in my stomach. I really do hate that I blush this easily.

As both of us realize that our breaks are over. we both stand up, almost mechanically. In the motion, as if on autopilot, I grab my scone and my coffee. And since we didn’t get a chance to discuss dinner any further, I tell him: “I’ll text you so you’ll have my number, okay? And we’ll find a time and date then?”

He nods, turning away with a smile on his lips. I grin, and since I’m feeling extra brave as we’re about to leave in our different directions, I turn halfway around and add over my shoulder: “And by the way, just to be clear, it’s a date.”

lovesanangelwithashotgun  asked:

So I was thinking about what you said in response to another ask, that the first time V uses his program music to seduce Y is with his Belle program.... which also happens to be the same season Y & V sleep together..... so V's over in his corner probably thinking that Y's getting all of his secret skating messages THE ENTIRE TIME, including the ones about pining and romance and LOVE, omg yuuri you dense idiot (as if the love song IN JAPANESE about how beautiful and radiant you are wasn't enough)

Yuuri is a dense idiot and also on an obviously *cough* completely unrelated note I’m also going to add these quote from Yuuri from chapter 11 when he skates a routine directed at Viktor with no verbal explanation and expects Viktor to understand. Just as food for thought

“Viktor knew the language of skating just as well as Yuuri did and he would be able to read the message in the routine as clearly as if Yuuri shouted it from the rooftops”

“There was no way Viktor could have missed the intent of his routine”

anonymous asked:

Your art is so pretty! It looks so soft and sharp at the same time and your shading and coloring is absolutely beautiful! Your art style is so visually pleasing. And your background makes me sooooo happy. It's one of my favorite things to examine just because of how beautiful it is! Everything is so beautiful and in proportion and i love it sooooo much amamamdnsndndndndnskdiakakzvejaiakxkskakJzjsjznzjzjhsjaaakdbsjwkwk thank you so much for making such beautiful art!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💖💕💖💕💖💞

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I Dont Even Know Her Name

Shawn Mendes x reader

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Authors Note: Hiiiiiii, this was a request given to me a few weeks back and it really stuck out to me when I was struggling for ideas so I hope you enjoy!

Request: Can you do an imagine based of “I don’t even know your name”!?



SHAWNS POV

Damn she is beautiful. Beautiful is not even the right word to describe her. She is stunning, alluring, exquisite, and gorgeous all at the same time. Granted, those adjectives all generally mean the same thing, but this is different. She is different. Her beauty has a way of changing all of these words to describe attributes that extremely different than what they mean. I haven’t even uttered a ward to her yet and she is already captivating my mind. I have to meet her. 

The crowded night club doesn’t make it very easy to meet her and her barrier of friends makes it practically impenetrable. I noticed her as soon as I walked by the bar. I think my friends have kept walking by now and not even noticed that I stopped to stare. What feels like minutes to me has been only seconds that I have been looking at her. 

I can’t even comprehend that I am moving until I see her getting visibly closer to me. Of course I am the one that is moving toward her, even though my head is screaming at my feet to stop. Its like a magnetic force is drawing me in toward her. I can’t help it. 

Oh shit. She sees me. We locked eyes. I quickly look to the ground but somehow I am still walking toward her. I can feel her eyes staring at me. I am still staring intently at my feet as I walk which is probably not the best thing to be doing in a crowded night club. I stare at the scuffed tops of my trusted shoes as I read closer to her. I stop and my breath hitches when I reach to a pair of dainty open toed shoes and some and maroon painted toenails. I slowly look up at the woman standing right in front of me. She is smiling and laughs lightly as our eyes finally meet.

“Hi.” She smiles.

“Hey.” I whisper. I tried to be smooth, but I’m obviously not. She looks at me as if she is waiting for what i will say next. I’m going to be honest, I’m scared out of my mind. “i’m Shawn.” I say. Nice start man.

“I know!” She laughs. She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and looks quickly at the ground before returning her gaze to you.

“You do?” I ask. I’m honestly surprised. I know i’m in Toronto, but for some reason it never registered to me that my fans aren’t only 16 years old.

“Yeah, Shawn Mendes right?” She asks as she leans her back up against the back of the bar. 

“Yeah thats me.” I laugh as I scratch the back of my neck, a nervous habit. 

“I saw one of you shows  few months ago with some of my girlfriends. You are very talented.” She says. 

“Thank you. It means a lot to hear that.” I say. Why the fuck did I just say that?

“You know I have always wanted to meet you, to have a conversation.” She says. 

“Well I’m here.” I say, “Can I buy you a drink?”

She lifts up the bottle of water in her hand and says, “I’m driving tonight, thank you though.” 

“Of course.” I nod and I turn away I take one step to find my friends before a hand grabs my arm. It feels as if it burns and tingles at the same time and when I turn back around it is her hand that is placed on my arm.

She pulls her hand away and says, “Just because I don’t need you to buy me a drink, doesn’t mean I don’t want to talk to you!”

“Oh I’m sorry.” I say, “Do you still want to talk?”

“I was going to ask how it feels to be on stage.” She asks.

“It’s thrilling. It’s like nothing I have ever experienced before in my entire life. It is a confidence booster to stand in front of tens of thousands of people knowing that every single one of them is there to see you. It’s like a drug and you could say I’m addicted to it now. I’m currently on break and I want to be on stage more than anything.”

“Wow.” She says, “That must be amazing!”

“So what do you do?” I ask.

“I’m training to be a nurse at the Toronto General Hospital.” She says as she takes a sip of her water bottle. 

“Oh really?” I ask. 

“Yeah, I actually grew up in the states but I got a scholarship to go to University of Toronto and I ended up here.” She says, “I love it more than anything”

“I’m glad!” I say, “Toronto is a pretty great place.”

“Yeah, the people I have met are so different than the people in the states.” She laughs.

“What do you mean?” I laugh. 

“Well everyone is just generally nicer here.” She says, “I don’t even know how to explain it. I got lucky because most of my best friends from college ended up getting accepted into the same hospital as I did and I share an apartment with one of them. I’m a junior at U of T.”

“Oh cool.” I say. 

“Yeah…” She nods. “You are very handsome.”

“I’m sorry?” I ask. She thinks I’m hot? 

“Sorry, I’m doing this new thing that I try to be as up front with everything as I can and right now I just did it even though I totally didn’t mean to and I-”

“No its okay!” I laugh, “I was going to say the same thing to you.”

“You were? Oh thank God!” She sighs.

“Do you want to get dinner sometime? I’m in town for a few more weeks.” I say.

“Yeah I would really love that.” She smiles as she tucks her hair behind her ear. 

“You know I don’t think I ever caught your name.” I say

“Oh yeah I’m-” She begins but two of her friends pull her away to the dance floor before I can hear her. Before I can even get her number. I spend the rest of the night looking for her. I scan the crowds countless times before my buddies and I decide its time to just let it go. 

I feel like I see her all the time. I see her in restaurants and stores. I don’t actually see her though. It is just my subconscious telling me to see her because I am constantly thinking of her. I can’t stop actually. 

After about a week and a half of struggling to remember this girl I decide to sit down with my guitar and try to put my thoughts to paper. At the top of the sheet I write ‘I don’t even know your name’ and I begin to pour out my feelings to music. 

Oh, you waited so long
Sometimes, it’s hard to stand out
And you, don’t have to do anything else
But be yourself

anonymous asked:

Could you write a poem about how the what if's and could have beens in life torture us? Thankyou :)

What if
If only
Only one
One time
What if I raised my hand
Would my teacher look at me the same
What if I asked that girl
Her pretty face must’ve had a beautiful name
What if I laughed along
When those guys made a joke
What if I found some friends
Who’d stay here, I’ll never know
What if I called my mum
Three times a day just to know
How she is and if she’s fine
And to say hey before she goes
What if I took that chance
Moved halfway across the globe
What if I met my love
After a 5 hour train from home
What if I regret every time I’ve said no
To up-and-leaving everyone
What if
If only
Only one
One time

1045) I’m gay and my friend is bi. And i have kind of a big crush on her. She’s beautiful, funny, and just a generally amazing person.
Here’s the catch.
Half of our art class ships us. We ship two of our guy friends and we tease them about being gay and shit so they act the exact same way towards us. So we have those particular people constantly asking us if we’re dating yet and referring to her as my gf when they talk to me about her. And every time, i have to pretend i don’t have a crush.
I should mention that she loves troye sivan and i was gonna cover some songs for her for Valentine’s day.
Too late, i chickened out before singing anything. That idea was a flop.

I’m so confused and gay and i really don’t know what to do

Watching the Love video over and over again, the more I feel Lana is expressing that we are on such a tiny planet amongst the universe, and that we are perhaps, as young people, taking things that little bit too seriously. We should be thinking more about how beautiful and eccentric space is, why we are here on this earth, rather than stress ourselves getting involved in politics. We should be more involved in what really matters and why we are actually here. It’s quite metaphysical and inspirational at the same time.

anonymous asked:

Sometimes I look at pictures of Princess Allura from DoTU and I cry with relief at the goddess the VLD delivered to us

honestly? same. like,,, i know dotu allura was a *product of her time* but ,,, the old writers did not make a space princess well. vld, on the other hand, made a beautiful woman of color who is also a space goddess. god bless.

anonymous asked:

I love Amy. I love Kathryn. Amy is an goddess who is pure and perfect. Kathryn is an angel who is beautiful and lovely. Their smiles are an actual ray of golden sunshine from the heavens. Their voices are a chorus of angels singing. And everything they do is amazing. I am blessed to live at the same time as them

I can’t believe Amy and Kathryn were sent down from heaven to bless us with their good looks and beautiful personalities

anonymous asked:

Ok I will tell you moonlight did not deserve best picture. It was Divinely dull, boring and so damn slow paced it was like watching paint dry on a day with no rain. The plot was not interesting,the majority of the actors were not anything special with the exception of the wonderfully talented Marshalala Allie and Naomi Harris. The script and storyline was non existent and, with all that combined Moonlight did not deserve best picture.

Moonlight not only presented a black film that spoke about an important topic(LGBTQ in the black community amongst black men) but presented it in so much symbolism with its beautiful usage of color, the characters and their individual roles that is actual real life, and great usage of angles just all adds up to the great cinematography. The film sent out a great message: That we all want to be loved and accepted for who we truly are and at the same time, shed light on masculinity for black gay men. You may say my opinion is completely biased because I am a person of color who will always be over joyed for another person of color’s accomplishment but heyyy you wanted to hear it otherwise you wouldn’t be in my inbox ;)! The storyline was definitely there for me and I guess for a majority of others who agree because MOONLIGHT WON BEST PICTURE ANYWAYS!!! Moonlight>La la land

i haven’t seen any movie/show that she acts in (bc i’ve rlly seen like five movies in my entire life) but i think taraji P. henson is soooo gorgeous… she’s like u know adorable and beautiful at the same time i just love her look! !!


Why does Khada Jhin kill?

Why does he breathe? Why does he eat? Why does he fall over and sleep?

Why does he paint?

All of those things are necessary; without his life functions, Jhin would die the same as would any. Without his art, he would rather die to save himself from the boredom.

But what is it that he sees in a man that motivates him to rip off their arms and legs, entangling them in blood and ivory into a twisted, macabre thing of beauty?

Part of it is expression.

Another is addiction.

At a time when Khada Jhin was infested with the buzzing, killing was a call to normalcy– he removed his fears, he removed his anxieties, and he removed a man’s head from their shoulders. When he killed, he felt good. A stark contrast compared to the vague irritation, frustration, anxiety and cautions that plagued him with the troupe. It felt real. It felt physical. No-one would be there to take away what he had done. No-one would be there to stop him.

Agency Khada Jhin craved– and even as the buzzing had long gone away, the killing never stopped. In fact, there was even more to do.

But somewhere deep in his mind, he understood that what he was doing was wrong. Time and again he heard killing a man was only honorable on a battlefield. Anything else, and it was a heinous, evil act of murder. As if the Divines truly cared. 

So he stopped murdering. He began making art. The two are distantly related– both involve death– but one is meaningless where the latter is a bold, artistic statement. Khada Jhin, then well accustomed to lying, deluded himself into believing that he could kill and have it be perfect, beautiful instead of vile and evil.

The lies have since yet to end.

animemeowlife  asked:

Okay! Tord walking down an alley of trees that lost their leafs and he just walks away so u can sed his back. Sad kinda like but beautiful at the same time as he yet lost everything and gained everything. Is that okay? I'll be doing similar anyway <3

speedpaint : x

i know this isnt exactly what you asked for, sorry about that
lmao

I was tagged by sweet @juicedelishblr, thanks a lot!

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1. I’m hunting pictures of the upcoming Beauty and the Beast because I’m so excited about it, I can’t wait to see it.

2. I’m also very excited for tonight’s Oscars performance of Can’t Stop the Feeling from Trolls, Justin’s gonna nail it.

3. I’m more or less currently reading four books at the same time, they include Jane Eyre, Les Misérables, a Justin Timberlake biography, Belle by Cameron Dokey and The Healer’s Apprentice.

4. I’ve finished my exams of the first term of this university year a few weeks ago and I’m waiting for the grades.

5. I adore music and love making playlists, I have around thirty on my phone alone.

6. I tend to develop crushes on fictional characters pretty easily despite I’m pretty selective about them.

7. The last movie I watched is The Lego Batman Movie, it was really cute and funny, I enjoyed it quite a lot.

8. I’m still torn between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff when it comes to my Hogwarts house; I thought I might be Ravenclaw, then Hufflepuff and then Ravenclaw again. Now I just don’t know and I think I should be in the most indecisive house, whichever it might be, because I’m only sure I’m doubtful.

9. I’m listening to Girlfriend by *NSYNC right now. I shuffled the music of my laptop, so I technically didn’t choose it, but you could say I’m a bit obsessed with the guys.

10. I’m considering changing my url.

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I fell in love with her the day we met.

I knew immediately. I knew it as soon as we talked that first time when I was 14. It wasn’t because she was beautiful, because at the time I didn’t think she was, not conventionally. There was just SOMETHING when my whole life there had been nothing, and I NEEDED HER. She felt like incense smoke and past-life prophecies. She felt like when they say the title of the book in the story and instead of being lame, it gives you goosebumps.

And then that never stopped.

For 13 years, with eons of history and geological events packed inside, Cambrian explosions and mass extinctions, I have loved her exactly the same. The first and only constant in my life has been my unfailing love for her.

Today, in the middle of a game with a roomful of friends, she and I shared a look. Just like a million looks before, quick with how thoroughly we feel each other, not a word or sound necessary to know. But the familiar comfort, the history, struck me all at once and the air went out of me, my vitals crushed by the force of my love while my friends laughed and chattered around us.

I’ve built my home in the garden that blooms to life inside me when I look in her eyes.