cannot wait to shade it in :)


Based on MV only.

1.Taehyung was seen kneeling in the train track alone.
He was paying respect to Jin that had pass away and was also trying to reminiscences the time the 7 of them enjoyed on the train ride.

2. Which pans out to a scene of the train track which could suggest a ride back to the past.

3. Jungkook on train and jimin at sea alone which shows the aftermath of Jin’s death. They 6 friends are separated from each other wanting to be alone and paying their respects to Jin in their own ways.

4. Rapmon’s Lyrics : Miss you (they miss jin and the times they were together.
Time’s cruel (further emphasis on jin’s death)
Seeing each other for once is now so hard between us. (Suggest that they split up after jin’s death and also the 6 of them never met up after his death)

5. First appearance of omelas : it's  bright with people suggest the happiness of the 7 friends
No vancany because they are happy with just 7 people it’s more enough to create happiness in their omelas and true enough it is supported by the time they spend playing around in their happy sphere of bubble: omelas.

6. Staircase scene. Jin was the only one not on the stairs and not moving which is the reason why i suspect his dead and him holding up an invisible Polaroid  where he always capture the moments he had with his friends but he is no longer able to continue his journey with them therefore he didn't  follow up the stairs because he has to go.
He was trying to capture the last moment with them using his eyes and a fake Polaroid.

7. Jungkook and his ynwa merry-go-round. V alone on train track and jimin at beach. Everyone is alone. He was also reminising about the past and was alone because he misses jin and his friends which went separate ways after his death.

8. Omelas with only rapper line out front in winter. They don’t look happy because they wanted to leave this so called fake ‘happiness’ ‘paradise’ after Jin’s death.

9. Taehyung foreshadowing jin’s death with fake camera in his hands.

10..Jimin with shoes at the beach contrasted to Jin not wearing shoes in WINGS and wearing a white shoe in run concept photos because you don’t need shoes if you are dead in reality (wings) but you need shoes if you live in heaven (run)

11. Jin with washing machine. And his photo is like literally in the washing machine. More memories of jin and members. Because jin washes their clothes for them.  Now he is dead so the clothes piled up as no one is there to wash for them.

12. Jhope turn to reminise about the past and eveb have a paper plane to send a letter to Jin above. Because he wants to communicate to jin in heaven so they always look up in concept photos too.

13. Staircase jin is alone because his friends have all left him. He has nothing to capture as memories and put down his fake camera.

14. Jungkook tried to find his friends and ended up at omelas now with a dark aura and no vacancy suggesting that their happy moment is no longer available.  The word play on’ no vacancy’ and the contrast in color of the 'omelas’ suggest the end of their most beautiful moment in life.

15. He ran to places they have been before..from train to washing machine. Finally met his friends but was all but a memory.
Taehyung’s lyrics: you know it all you are my bestfriend. (This is an ultimate way of suggesting jin’s death)

16. Jungkook with his match sticks. Namjoon in train alone. Jungkook was alone at first but relight so his matchstick and was with his friends.

17. Jimin beckoning them to come to the fields.
Because lyrics “ i will come for you (jin)” and “no season last forever”

18. Jimin place the shoes to commemorate or remind them of Jin on a tree. And they members are now all back together looking fondly at the tree.
The last scene the tree at cherry blossoms. “Until the cherry blossoms” so maybe jin died in winter and they had a rough time but now spring is finally here as you can see cherry blossoms near the trees and they are back together as 7 members.

19. If you count the last scene where there is the tree and only 6 people on the ground in the shade of the tree. Jin is still watching over them.
Because in the end: You never walk alone.

Omggggg. I am soo dead..gosh damn i cannot take this. 💯 for bts and bighit.
Okay then again this time around the mvs isn’t as tricky but it’s just my theory. There can be 101 more interpretation. Also it’s just based on the spring day mv. So i believe there is a deeper insight. I will wait for not today to come out too. Okayy. I am soo tired. And well overwhelmed. 😢😙❤


For @illustraice and her amazing Sun/Moon spirit au? THIS WAS SO RUSHED, BY I wanted to give you something in addition to the writing.

Thank you for all your amazing work. (PLEASE DON’T LISTEN TO EINE KLEINE BY RACHIE. it really hurts with this au.)

It’s entirely a lie that the gods whisper amongst themselves. Behind soft tones and intrepid smiles, he knows what they say about her. About him.

But his golden light conceals too much. He can’t see the truth behind the glaring brightness of his own being.

They say that she’s weak without him. That they’re two halves of a broken whole, and that the moon cannot shine without the sun.

They forget that she is the night sky and all it encompasses. They forget that she holds the stars in her small hands, that she grasps the distant galaxies with her glowing night.

He doesn’t get to see her much. But when he does, the old scars across his back and his chest and the ones that sear in his heart all ache.

Vague memories of bloodless war flit through his mind. Her blue eyes are ever closed in his presence. Her dark gown spilling over like ink around her form.

She is perfection. Everything he is not.

She is not his to have. Her silver heart belongs to a human she once met.

She reaches for a man she knows is no longer living. But her moon shines just for him…for Adrien.

It wanes when the remembrance of war hurts her. It waxes red and full when her anger writhes and pulls at the oceans.

She once was human. Once was on earth long enough to meet a boy with golden hair like wheat and eyes the color of sunlight through leaves. A boy who fought in a revolution with ideals as pure as newly born life wavering under the spring sun.

“Wait for me. Wait for me, my Lady. When it is over, we can see each other again.”

But he never came for her. She’d searched long and hard across the streets of Paris, her form slowly shifting as the constellations on her back faded.

Mortals had so often made wishes on her stars, but she lamented that she cannot do the same as her heart leaked open and her tears doused the corpses that littered the battleground.

It’s been centuries, and her heart still aches.

(As do the old scars that gleam like starlight across her ribs and back, the scars the curl around her legs like sea foam.)

So she waits with a smile that cuts across the dark like her crescent moon, watching the world turn while she waits for a soul to be reborn. Her eyes drift into a sleep, dreams dancing across her sight full of wishes she cannot grant.

It is the strangest thing, he thinks, to make wishes on a flower.

The Earth is such a beautiful balance…one who’s beauty brings with it a sharp regret that he can’t quite recall.

There’s peace in this field of sunflowers that rise like curious sentinels for their king. He feels safe in their shade, hidden from the glare of his own sun.

There’s a little lark that sits on his shoulder, head tilted inquisitively at him. He gives it a gentle smile, and turns back to the flower he holds.

(The local flower spirit…a tiny pink robed girl by the name of Rose…has kindly left him to his devices.)

But he holds not a sunflower, but a delicate dandelion in between his warm hands, and he heaves a breath.

“I want to see her.” He whispers.

He watches the seeds drift away on the sudden breeze. They spiral upwards into the sharply blue sky, a color that distinctly reminds him of the one he adores.

His wish is carried away on the breeze. He hopes the wind spirit cannot hear it. But then again, he wonders if he should have wished on the stars instead.

Maybe then she would have heard the sound of his golden heart reaching across the sky for her.

They meet once more during an eclipse.

He thinks it oddly fitting that the darkest time of existence for him is when he can see her.

She thinks it oddly disquieting that the brightest time of existence for her is when they cross paths.

An eclipse. Solar or lunar, she can’t quite tell yet.

But those familiar tendrils of heat reach out for her. Her hands feel cold and there’s an old timeliness pain that lances through her as he calls her name.

Still, she curls into herself, a full moon who’s silvery light wanes in the face of the golden sun.

Her eyes remain closed, but somehow, her frigid fingers reach across the brief expanse, seeking a warmth they do not want.

“What are you afraid of, Night? Why do you curl away from me?” He calls out, slight irritation causing him to flare red and orange for a moment.

She lets the frost under her shadow creep into her tone…lets the elegance of snow and ice under stars color her answer.

“I don’t love you. I don’t want eternity with you. We may remain friends.”

He’s frustrated. And he can’t catch her glance, because still her eyes are closed against him and the tears well up in his own gaze.

“I understand.” He says quietly, and the rest of the eclipse is spent in silence.

But there’s a gentle smile in her goodbye and he just barely catches the tips of her fingers to press a burning kiss to them.

She opens her eyes the smallest bit, oddly gray in the light of the blue stars that color her gown.

And then they part.
She hears the wish he made on her brightest star.

She can’t grant it.

They think the night needs the day to shine. How wrong they are…it is the day that wholly depends on the night.

It is his golden heart that aches for her. It is his balance that is broken when she disappears and he remains.

Her night sky remains, but there’s a wailing loneliness that makes it seem so much dimmer.

His cries echo across the stars, and his tears become rain.

She hides on Earth, and while her heart aches still, she shifts her dark umbrella higher over her shoulders and lets the tears roll cruelly over it.

She cannot grant his wish when she’s working so hard to grant her own.

There’s someone she needs to find.

Of Loyalty and Duty (Chapter 2)

Prompt: In an effort to save two kingdoms, an arranged marriage was made. At his request, Prince Lin-Manuel Miranda was to be wed to you, the youngest daughter in your royal family. RoyalAU. Written for the hamwriters’ write-a-thon Day 1 prompt.

Chapter 1

Pairing: Lin x reader

Words: 2,695

A/N: I will always get nervous whenever I post anything about this fic, because, let’s face it, it’s AU as hell. But I hope you guys like it! I already have about ~500 words for the next chapter. I know a few of you guys wanted to be tagged for this update but since I’m shit at organizing my page and I didn’t even think about writing it down as I got asked to do so, I couldn’t do it. But if y’all wanted to be tagged the next time I update, just shoot me an ask or message. I’ll make sure to write it down this time. As always, let me know what you think! :)

EDIT: @nesthemonster - this is for you.

Thanks for reading!

“Your Highness.”

A firm shake on your shoulder abruptly pulled you from the realm of slumber. You pushed yourself up from the bed, eyes still bleary from sleep and muscles sore from the position you slept in. You glimpsed at your retainer who looked at you with worried eyes. “What is it?” you whispered, voice hoarse.

She hesitated before speaking. “It’s morning, your Highness.”

You rubbed your weary eyes, noticing for the first time that the sun had risen. You must have fallen asleep through your tears. You frowned, the events from the night before still heavy on your heart. “Is it already time for breakfast?” you questioned, grimacing as you pulled on the bothersome pins that were still tightly bound to your hair. A section of your long mane fell down in waves, curtaining your face, and your retainer immediately rushed forward to help you.

“Yes, your Highness,” she answered.

She beckoned you to sit in the vanity and you inwardly recoiled at your image. The kohl on your eyes was smudged and the rouge on your lips and cheeks was faded, the sight reminding you of a cheap jester. You inspected your retainer as she hummed to herself, her skillful fingers gently removing the pins she applied the night before. For the first time since you’d met her, you noticed that she was similar in age as you, her round cheeks and small stature a sign of her youth.

“What is your name?” you found yourself asking.

She paused, blinking at you in wonder. “My apologies, your highness. I must’ve forgotten to introduce myself in light of all the madness for the arrival of your family. My name is Elaina. I am your temporary aid until the wedding.”

You remained silent, the memories of your retainer from back home, Magdalene, fresh in your mind. The two seemed alike, yet Elaina seemed more soft-spoken, a trait that Magdalene lacked. The thought caused you to inwardly smirk, remembering the playful quarreling behind the closed doors of your quarters once you coaxed her into being comfortable with you. Magdalene was a very dear friend. The recollections of your retainer, coupled with the events from the night before caused the overwhelming sense of longing for home to rear its ugly head once more.

“We mustn’t dally, your highness,” Elaina urged, helping you rise to your feet, “I drew a bath for you. If we wait any longer, you will have an uncomfortable start to your morning.”

You peered at your reflection one more time and thought of the upcoming confrontation with your family, Prince Lin, and his family.

“Why yes, a cold bath would definitely be an unfavorable start to this exciting day.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you give us some book recommendations?

Okay book recs. Oh my god I have so many. I have a question after this that say’s POC book recs, so I’m going to keep this post to book recs that arent poc to keep these separated just for the sake of the anon’s that asked. 

Red Rising by Pierce Brown (Trilogy with a new book - a ‘spin off series’ coming out next year) - I will fucking promote this book series until I die. This is hands down, one of the best books I have EVER read. Honestly, for me it sort of beats out Harry Potter (Which if you know me, I’m obsessed with. I mean, I had a Harry Potter Sweet 16. [I’m from Long Island. Everyone there has a Sweet 16]) Not only is Red Rising extremely diverse and beautifully written,  but the storyline is incredible and the characters literally jump off the page. I dont think I’ve ever read a more human character than Darrow. Honestly PICK UP THIS BOOK. IT NEEDS MORE FUCKING ATTENTION. 

^^^^bolded it so people know that this is the best book ever and needs the read. 

Abarat by Clive Barker (Four books so far) - Now, this may not be everyones cup of tea. Maybe because I’m a painter, I appreciate him more. But his books are wonderfully illustrated with his paintings that follow along with the beautiful storyline. I recommend this book to the fucking stars. Its a fantastic story with amazing paintings. (Clive Barker, for those who don’t know, also created Hellraiser [Pin Head] and Midnight Meat Train along with a plethora of other stories. It’s worth the read.)

Song of Achilles (novel) - I mean, If you want to fucking CRY  then this is the book for you. It’s so fucking depressing but so FUCKING GOOD. I mean, if you know the story of Achilles, then you know why its depressing. But that doesnt take away from the beautiful story between Achilles and Patroclus. Definitely recommend this book. 

Along with that last book, a book that I feel goes hand in hand with it:

Captive Prince by C. S. Pacat (trilogy) - Now. A lot of people have a problem with this trilogy. I personally, as a (mixed, black) poc, have no problem with this book. It’s about two kingdoms, one of poc, Greek-like, and the other of boujee af french-like, white kingdom. In short, the Prince from the Greece inspired Kingdom is framed and shipped away to the french kingdom as a slave. Now, he becomes a slave (as a dark skinned man) to a white prince. There are a lot of things that happen like he gets whipped and other horrible shit. People have a problem with the book because of the dynamic between the two. They find it racist and insensitive. Here’s a great post as to why people don’t like the post, and the second comment is why I read it. I honestly find it to be a beautiful story that develops amazingly over time. I definitely recommend it. 

Kids of Appetite by David Arnold (novel) - I’ve just recently read this book and I absolutely fucking loved it. It’s an extremely diverse, beautiful story. Personally, I found the story sad, funny, heart warming, and inclusive. They brush upon the difficulties that black men specifically, have with the judicial system, by having an African man whom is loving and kind, constantly blamed for crimes that he did not commit. Again, it’s a really lovely book and this stuck with me for a very long time. I really recommend it. 

A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness (novel) - If you don’t want to fucking SOB then don’t read it. If you want a beautiful story, I recommend this book to the stars. Honestly, I went into the book not knowing shit about it, just that people loved it. Then I realized that it was about fucking cancer and I was about to throw my god damned book because I don’t fend well with sad things. THEN I found out that it’s also now a movie with Liam Neeson. Ugh. I havent seen the movie yet, but damn was this book magical and heart breaking and wow… Read it. I personally fucking loved it. 

Fangirl  by Rainbow Rowell (novel) - I mean, I feel like this book actually summed up my early college experience lol! I was writing fanfiction, roleplaying, cooping myself up in my room - the only difference was, I didnt have a quirky, beautiful, sweet man to hold me as I read outloud to him (if you read the book, then you know what I’m talking about). Honestly, this was a fucking amazing book and I loved it so much. it was feel good and extremely nostalgic for people of my generation (’94-’96 specifically) really well. If you loved Harry Potter, grew up with it, went to the midnight book releases and movie screenings, submerged yourself in the fanfiction, then you will love this book. I thought it was fantastic. 

which leads me to this rec. 

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell (novel) - Ugh. So in fangirl, there’s a fanfiction that the main character is writing. I know that this book is not the fanfiction, but it is named the same thing - so thats a nice connection. Again, if you love Harry Potter, if you love shipping Drarry (i dont because I find it problematic. But I feel if you like Drarry) then youd love this. I mean honestly, if you just like a cute story, with ridiculous spells, and adorable love, then read it. If you love Harry Potter ESPECIALLY READ THIS BOOK. 

Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor (Trilogy) - Okay. Honestly, I havent seen many people promote this book series, but it is amazing and arguably, one of the most beautifully written trilogies that I have ever read (besides Red Rising. Ahem. Read it). It’s a wonderful story that comes together beautifully and is such a different book from your usual YA. 

The Archived by Victoria Schwab (Series of two) - So, if Victoria Schwab sounds familiar, that’s because she also goes under V.E. Schwab okay. Listen. I know that everyone loves A Darker Shade of Magic. I havent finished that book yet and I bet it’s amazing. However, we cannot forget the other amazing books she has written. The Archived is such a lovely, creative story that deserves more credit. Honestly, I’ve never read a book like it before and it stuck with me for an extremely long time. Apparently there is a third book coming out that I have actually been waiting for forever. I’m not going to say much about it, but these books are wonderful and deserve the read. 

Speaking of V.E. Schwab

Vicious by V.E. Schwab - This book deserves more recognition. Not only is the cover absolutely AMAZING, but the story is fuckign awesome. If you like Brandon Sanderson books, if you like superheros or Marvel and DC, read this fucking book. It’s fantastically written and needs to be read more. Get on it people. 

I mean, these are just some books. I purposely stayed away from some YA  series because I feel like a lot of people know about them. But I mean, some YA series that are well known that I like are:

Obviously Throne of Glass by Sarah J Maas

A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J Maas

The Darkest Minds  by Alexandra Bracken


So anyway.. i think this is all I’ve got right now haha. I’ll put my favourite books written by poc in the anon above this!  

"I ship it" - Archie Andrews

(please like and request for more, it would mean a lot!!)

Hey (y/n) wait up! I heard a voice call from behind me. I turn around only to come eye to eye with Archie Andrews, The golden boy of Riverdale high. “Hey Archie what’s up?” I ask curious to the reason why he wanted to talk to me so bad. “I need to ask you something… would-” Archie started before getting cut off by Jughead running up and saying “Archie I really need to talk to you right now!” “Okay Jughead I just need to-” he started before being cut off again “No this cannot wait!” Jughead started pulling Archie away. “(Y/n) I’ll talk to you later promise.” Archie said as he was pulled away by Jughead. Laughing I shook my head and started toward my first period class.

When the bell rang for lunch, I put my books away and headed to my usual spot under the shade of a tree near the football field. I sat down and opened my book to where I left off, falling into my own little world once again.

Archie’s pov

I look over my shoulder to find (y/n) sitting over in her usual spot, completely ignoring the conversation Veronica and Betty have been having for the last ten minutes about who knows what. “I still can’t believe you haven’t asked her out yet.” Kevin says grabbing my attention. “Ohh who hasn’t he asked out?” Ronnie asks suddenly more interested in my love life than the conversation between her and Betty. “(Y/n) (y/l/n).” Kevin states pointing in (y/n)’s direction. “Well I would have this morning but someone had to interrupt.” I say looking toward Jughead who had his arm around Betty. “Aww you guys would be cute together, I SHIP IT!!” Ronnie basically yells. “Would you be quiet!!” I say a blush coming on to my cheeks. “Well then get your pretty butt over there and ask her already.” Kevin demands basically pushing me off the bench. He’s right I just need to man up and ask her I think making my way over to (y/n). I tap her on the shoulder causing her to look up at me, wow she’s beautiful. “Hey Archie, you wanted to ask me a question earlier?” She asks as she starts to stand up. “Umm… I was wondering if you would….um maybe want to join me for dinner at Pop’s tomorrow night?” I ask stuttering my words. “Are you asking me on a date Archie Andrews!?“ She asks surprised. “Ya but if you don’t want it to be that’s-” she cuts me off saying “Archie calm down! Of course I would love to go a date with you.” She says smiling. “Okay Pop’s at 7:00 tomorrow?” I add “sounds good to me, Bye Archie I have to catch up on homework see you tomorrow” She says winking at me then turning and walking away. I walk back to my table of friends only to have them attack me with questions. “Guys calm down, she said yes.” I say the smile never leaving my lips. “YESS MY SHIP IS SAILING!!” Kevin yells on the top of his lungs earning weird looks from everyone around us.

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anonymous asked:

"This isn’t me, I’m not this person." Zelink

FF.Net Here! Ao3 Here! 

He saved the kingdom from the twilight. He accepted the Princess’ marriage proposal. He held her heart so utterly that at times it took her breath away. But one evening, he vanishes from the castle with nothing but a note as goodbye. In the rain, she goes to find him. Post-TP Zelink

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In the dark room
there is rain on the window
like pebbles thrown against glass
lightning blinks under the shade
bright yellow stabs of light
I wait for sleep
held back by thoughts of you
how lonely
sometimes we both are
I worry
over the comfort I cannot give
if you were here
how I would fold you into me
and half your burdens
it seems sometimes
they are shared
merely by wishing
we meet in between
all the space we have
bright place
built on words
I would make this breath real
kiss it into being

Wandering Hearts (16/?)

Fandom: Frozen AU. Set after shipwreck but before coronation day. 17th Century.
Pairing: Kristanna (Kristoff/Anna)
Rating: M (this part, all in all, is not too bad but this fic as a whole is horrible so please use caution)
A/N: I made a separate sidebar thing on my page that is specifically for Wandering Hearts content to make it all easy to find since this thing just keeps growing. xoxo.


[ part one ] [ part two ] [ part three ] [ part four ] [ part five ] [ part six ] [ part seven ] [ part eight ] [ part nine ] [ part ten ] [ part eleven ] [ part twelve ] [ part thirteen ] [ part fourteen ] [ part fifteen ] [ part sixteen ] [ part seventeen ]

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Dear♥Vocalist Riot No.6 CIEL (CV. KENN) [Full Translation]


Ciel’s story might be my favorite story among the Riot CDs, so I couldn’t resist to translate this. This is actually for a friend, but….. (/)u(\)

Please ignore this if you don’t want to be spoiled. And again, DO NOT RE-TRANSLATE/USE/REPOST THIS TRANSLATION.

Notes before reading this:

Schwester : Die Fledermaus’s fans

Flema : shortened Die Fledermaus

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She is so gosh darn cute and I cannot handle it, yellow and more so the shade Millioncorn Yellow will always and forever be her go to color for clothing if she can manage it. I so much LOVE this picture, well worth the wait!

Artist: @skysinger-musings


((Permission to repost as your own art and or use these for personal use is prohibited. My art..get your own!))

Tentative Writing Plans for the Week

It’s Sunday which means sharing the impossible list I have no way of completing lol.  But here it is anyway.

1) Finish MbA - The Stars Are Brightly Shining today (5/21) and post it.  Viktor’s thirtieth birthday has him dreaming of his future with Yuuri.
2) Finish Darker Shade of Grey for the yurionicebigbang.  Paired up with @saracreb for this amazing event.  I CANNOT WAIT to share this fic with everyone.  I really am loving this.  Be prepared though, it’s the most angsty thing I’ve written for YOI but will emerge beautifully.
3) Possibly work on and post the next chapter of Agent Twelve Twenty-Five.  I’ve had the idea for it kicking around for a couple weeks now and think it’s time to get it out.
4) I *might* work on the new series I’ve teased you guys with.  I’m calling it ‘Sixty-Nine Degrees of Heat’.  Can you guess the topic? >:)
5) Edit, edit, edit.
6) Compile and format my ebook.  *sigh*  I don’t want to do this.
7) Possibly eat and sleep.  Probably order a pizza or seven.

Yeah, gonna be a busy week.  After tomorrow, I shouldn’t have to work for the rest of the week.  Pray to Baby Jesus.

The Spirit of Spring, and the Guardian of Creativity and Life, Fleur Rampion, from my Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons fanfiction, One Step at a Time (will add a link once I’m off mobile).

By the Moon! I am in love with these Chameleon pens! I’ve never been able to achieve shading like this with my alcoholic marker pens before, they are amazing! I’ve been putting off drawing the designs for the Season Spirits from One Step at a Time for ages, and now I cannot wait to get started on the other three. Used an image of Rapunzel as a reference.


Alrightiee, after 1,000 years having an arguement with myself about what my favorite photo(s) are

And hours of chosing like you’re a kid and your mom says “1 toy”.

I was able to negotiate with myself and I rounded it down to 25.

I made a pretty thoughtful response to this question here:

(this is not by best to worst.) 

*Question asked by @foreversharontate. Go follow him/her!* 

So here we gooooo.  I’m going to discuss what I love about each photo I chose and just some plain commentary.

*each sentence may start out as ‘I love’ so apologies in adavance*

1. I dearly love this photo, I love her makeup in this photo. The lightning is perfect.

2. I love how her features are present in this photo. She was very early in her pregnancy and was glowing as always.

3. No makeup, natural hair and care-free Sharon at the beach in Cannes. 

4. This is my favorite screencap of VOTD, she looks so happy.

5 Honestly this photo looks like it could’ve been tooken in the ‘90s or early ‘00s. So modern. 

6. She looks so natural in this. I think she’s wearing very little make-up in this.

7. Roman is also in this photo, I love her cheeky little smile. She has so many different smiles and I love every single one.

8. I love this photo but I HATE this outfit, me and @simply-sharon-tate were discussing how bad it is last night. 

9. This was shot during the short documentary ‘All Eyes on Sharon Tate’. 

10. One of my favorite profile shots of her. If you’re wondering what that scar is from on her cheek, from falling on a piece of corrugated tin when she was a child.

11. This was one of the first photos I stumbled across of Sharon. I was 12 or 13 at the time, I instanlty fell into research and joined the ‘fandom’ that I love and adore. 😊❤️

12. This is one of my favotie ‘off-guard’ photos of Sharon. If it’s not, I love her ‘listening’ or ‘concentrating’ face. I stick my tounge out as well when I’m really focused. 

13. This is during her ‘starlet’ years. I love the photography skills used in this photo.

14. You CANNOT forget her baby photo! Seriously, she was such an adorable baby, I’ve always wondered what her children would look like. 

15. Sharon was such an animal and baby lover. Her and animals make me smile. We have a lot in common.

16. I love how her hair and makeup were styled. 

17. This was another of her ‘smiles’. She’s such a cutie. (is that werid to say?But is true ) 

18. I love her messy hair, shades and the tongue. She’s such a goof.

19. Her smile…. I love it so much, I can’t wait to get my braces off. She’s so lucky that she didnt have braces (if they were a thing.) Her teeth are so perfect.

20. This is one of my favorite ‘natural’ photos of her. 

21. Hatami was a marvelous photographer. This is one of my favorites of her that he took. 

22. My favorite photo from her wedding. It shows off her hair and signature eye makeup really well.

23. I really love how we can see her earings. I rarely see photos of her with earrings in.

24. I love her ‘before fame photos’. She looks so happy and proud. 

25. Last but definitely not least. I cannot include this photo, It’s so special and sentimental. Her make-up free face, very pregnant belly and the flowy butterfly Pucci dress or ‘kimono’ as I like to call it. It makes me smile and so happy.

Thank you for reading my top 25 favorites, I have way more than 25 favorites so I’ll have to another one of these in the future! 

I’m posting something very special tomorrow so stay tuned! 

Much Love, 

Mad. 💕

Washington Gothic

There is a coffee shop where there was not a coffee shop yesterday. Tomorrow there will be another, somewhere else. You will try to return and it will be gone. You think it is following you. There is only ever one coffee shop.

You are driving and there are trees. They are all the same. You drive past miles and miles and miles of trees. You are driving west, you know that this is the only way out of the trees. There are only trees. There are always the same trees.

In every city you visit, they ask you where you’re from. You say from the other side of the mountains. They are confused, they do not trust you. Everyone knows there is nothing on the other side of the mountains.

The road curves and curves, always in the same direction. The road is infinite, looping back to its own start. You do not know where you are and you do not know how you got here. You follow the road.

In the cities, you hear seagulls. You hear the rush of the ocean but you cannot see it. The smell of salt air stays with you always, in your clothes and in your lungs. It clings until you can no longer detect it. The cold ocean is never far. It waits.

It is raining constantly. Clouds and fog obscure the sun and you cannot remember feeling its light, only striped layers of shadows through the trees and buildings. In the next town over, the rain has vanished. There, they do not know shade. Drive to another town on the endless road. The weather will be different there.

You have seen the same man walk by you in the same direction countless times each day. He is always wearing the same clothes. He is always holding the same drink. Nothing ever changes. The people all look the same, and they never look at you. You are afraid, but it would be worse if they were different.

To the north, there is nothing. To the east, there is endless empty space. To the south are only mysteries and whispers. The water is to the west. The water is the end.

The media for the past few years: Marvel needs to make a superhero female led film. Marvel has no excuse. We need to see female representation after all the flak Whedon’s Black Widow got along with Marvel’s noticeable lack of female leads.

DC: okay, since no one else is doing it and the media and comics fans alike are demanding a superhero lead film, let’s make the first female lead superhero movie with the most iconic female superhero in history- Wonder Woman! Here you go, it has an Israeli Jew playing Wonder Woman, a female director Patty Jenkins (that Marvel mistreated and dropped from Thor because they’re idiots and the jokes on them now), a diverse cast of Amazons, and it’s coming out next year :D

The media: … . .

Marvel: finally we’re announcing a currently popular white fav and super young Brie Larson to play Captain Marvel in 2019. also let’s push this back for our yellowface and other white movies. we don’t have a director yet but we are looking for a “female” to direct a lady movie ;). We’re so close….to making this movie….3 years from now…and 2 years after Wonder Woman’s movie…. :)

The media: Wow, Marvel was right to make us wait all these years for the first female led superhero film!