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. 😢😙❤


i just wanted to take a moment to appreciate rihanna for her foundation shades. people have been saying the shades should be more diverse on the darker side, but this was her first launch and she has more dark shades than pretty much every makeup brand out there. she has every undertone and some of the darkest foundation shades i’ve ever seen. every review i’ve seen coming from a dark skinned mua has been positive. black women have been able to say “i finally found my foundation shade” and that’s incredible. it’s 2017 and rihanna is coming through for EVERYONE.

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!  

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.

Full House (Young Sirius x Reader)

Pairing: Young Sirius x Reader

Requested: Yes.

Summary: After not being able to find any quiet place to read, y/n heads into the Gryffindor common room in hopes of finding someplace to read.

Rating: Mid-Fluff.

Warnings: Sirius being dramatic, confessions of love, mild language.

A/n: This is my first time writing for Sirius, so I hope it’s good!

Title: Full House


You sigh, grabbing your book close to your chest as you walk rapidly out of the library. After you’d picked out your book you had hoped the library would be quiet enough to sit down and read for a while, but the sound of kids walking around, whispering to each other, closing books, taking books off shelves- it was too loud for your liking.

It doesn’t take you long to find yourself in the Gryffindor common room. The first thing that strikes you is the odd lack of noise. It was almost unsettling how quiet it was; there was almost always some sort of ruckus going on. The next thing that hits you is a crumpled piece of parchment. Literally. It bounces off your forehead and falls to the ground with a soft whoosh. Your grip tightens around the book as your eyes scan the room madly, finally settling on a group of boys lounging on the couch.

Well, one boy is lounging, while the others are trying to take up the least amount of space as possible. “Y/n, sorry! Didn’t see you there.” Sirius exclaims, a look of shock barley masking the teasing glint in his eyes. You roll your eyes as a small smile stretches across your face, and head over to the couch. As you get closer to them, you can see that Sirius has obviously made himself comfortable, taking up more than half of the couch, while poor Remus is sitting smashed against the armrest. You glance around to find a spot to sit down and join your friends, but you soon realize there is nowhere to sit. James occupies the lone chair just to the left of the couch, and his face is buried in a book as he stays strangely silent.

“Y/n!” Remus exclaims, smiling brightly at you. “What brings you here?”

“I was trying to find a quiet place to read.” You say, smiling softly. “Which I didn’t expect to be here.” You murmur. “Is there some sort of trick you boys have got planned that I don’t know about?” You grin cheekily. “Is that why everyone’s so deathly quiet?” Out of the corner of your eyes you can see James stiffen slightly and move his face closer to his book while Remus blanches.

“A prank?” Remus laughs and waves his hand in the air. “Oh, no. Not at all. It must just not be a very busy day.”

“Remus…” You start.

“People must be tired.”

“Remus, the common room’s full. In fact, there’s nowhere to sit.” You sigh slightly and glance down at your book.

“Y/n, are you needing a seat?” Sirius asks, shifting on the couch slightly. Your eyes meet his, and you nod wordlessly. “You could always sit with me,” he drawls, “why don’t you come sit on my lap and read your book?” The words leave his lips effortlessly, and James shakes slightly in his seat. Your cheeks turn bright red, but you simply raise an eyebrow at him. You move forward wordlessly, holding in your laughter at the way his eyes widen slightly. However, before you reach Sirius you turn and sit down on Remus’ lap. You open your book rather quickly, ignoring the chuckle coming from James’ direction.

“Y-y/n!” Remus exclaims. You lift the book up slightly to cover your face, peering at Remus somewhat discreetly.

“Remmy, please.” You whisper so that only he can hear you, meeting his gaze and glancing at Sirius quickly. Remus’ eyes light up as he understands what you’re doing, and he shrugs. You turn your attention back to your book and begin to read.

Because of this, you don’t notice Sirius’ face turning a bright shade of red as he stares at his friend, mouth agape. His fist clenches slightly.

“I- I cannot believe this.” He grumbles. “I set up this whole thing! I got everyone I could to come here, we’ve been here hours, just waiting for you to walk in! I’ve made them stay in the seats, making sure there was no room for anyone! A few Sixth years came in wanting to sit down- I almost lost my life!” Sirius’ voice takes on a dramatic tone as Y/n looks over at him in puzzlement. “I- I know I’m not good at this stuff, but I never thought this would happen.”

“What? Sirius, what are you-”

“You’ve fallen for Remus! All I was trying to do was get your attention on me, hell, maybe get you to sit with me! I would’ve moved over, y/n! Bloody hell! I would’ve moved over.” You stare at him and tilt your head. “Oh, Merlin. How can you not understand this?” Sirius stands up, dragging his hand down his face. “I love you Y/n.” Your eyes widen at his confession, and you practically fall out of Remus’ lap.

“W-what?” You manage to stammer, staring up at him with wide eyes. As you stand up fully, the book falls out of your lap and to the floor. “What did you say?” You lower your voice to a whisper, trying to hide the smile that’s pulling at your lips.

“You heard me. I said I love you.” Sirius repeats, meeting your gaze. Now his eyes fill with confusion as you step forward. “But you obviously fancy Remus, so I don’t know why I’m bothering with this confessio-” You cut off his sentence when you practically tackle him. Your arms wrap around him quickly as a you giggly softly.

“Sirius- come on, don’t be silly.” His arms hang at his sides as his face heats up slightly.


You pull away and meet his gaze. “Do you think I’d actually sit on Remus’ lap if I fancied him?” Sirius begins to speak, but before you can you sit down next to Remus and pat the cushion next to you. “Now that you’re done being an asshole, there’s room for both of us.” You smile up at him, and at this moment James erupts in a fit of laughter, slamming his book shut and basically throwing it away from him.

“How did you- ever- think that was going to work mate?’ He asks, struggling to speak as he laughs loudly, doubling over in his seat and clutching at his stomach.

“Oh, shove it, James!” Sirius huffs, plopping down on the seat next to you. “I knew exactly what was going to happen. Everything went according to plan,” he murmurs, slinging an arm over your shoulders. You roll your eyes slightly, deciding not to say anything else as you rest your head on his shoulder.

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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A Blue Prince To Own, Chapter 7

“You’ll be treated as royalty.”

Those were the first words he said to me when I wasn’t caught in such unawares, when I was walking around and all my reactions caught up to me. Which, when they did, I threw myself into his arms (fast reflexes, he caught me and spun me around, laughing and smiling so wide) and cried for four solid minutes. Just now, I’m realizing how much I really cry, and I’m not even going to try to deny the fact that I’m a cry baby. That’s what I was known for doing at the Garrison.

Anyhow, I’m currently walking by his side as he shows me around the ship, or at least the parts he deems matter to me. The parts I’ll spend the most time in. Which includes a huge, spacious bedroom that we will share (he explains that he wanted so desperately to give me my own in case I wasn’t comfortable sharing just yet, but he was too paranoid I’d simply disappear in the night or get kidnapped; I almost cried again, he’s so protective and cute), an equally luxurious bathroom, a dining room not unlike the one back at the castle, and a… classroom. With one, measly student desk. I lift an eyebrow at the Prince, who flushes an adorable shades of slightly darker purple.

“I know it seems cruel, but… well, if you are to be my Consort, it only seems appropriate that you be properly educated on Galran culture, lifestyle, written language and the sort. A lot of it has been altered in the last ten thousand years since the tragic war on Altea, but it’s irrefutable that we’ve adapted a lot of our values and customs from them. We were once at peace and almost merged as one.” He looks hopeful when he speaks of this, passionate. My heart flutters pleasantly.

“What stopped you from doing that? Wouldn’t it have opened so many doors?” I prod, admittedly in an unwise manor.

I can tell right away I should’ve kept my mouth shut because his entire face pales like he’s seen something traumatic, his golden eyes grow wide as saucers, and his ears sag. My breath catches in my chest, apologies already racing up my throat in a tangle, but he immediately bounces back with a catlike smile and a hand ruffling my hair. I loosen up a bit.

“That’s what the lessons will be for, my Blue Prince.” He informs, gently taking my hand in his. I take a step further and lace our fingers together giddily, expectantly. Lotor flushes as he continues the tour.

There’s also a library (ew, no), a kitchen (God, if only I could cook), and a training room (even more ew, no). At the end of the tour, he leads me back to our bedroom (I feel so excited to share something with him, to own something with another) and explains that there will be tailors coming in ‘on the morrow’ (note to self, teach Princey slang) to take my measurements so that proper clothes can be prepared. For now, I’ll have to make due with his own clothes, since he claims commoner clothes should never touch my body again.

“Only the best, my beloved Blue Prince.” Lotor chimes as he sifts through his huge closet, plucking out a single blue sweater and a pair of white shorts for me to change in to.

I… I’m self conscious. I’ve never really enjoyed changing clothes in front of others, except for Hunk and some of my siblings. I know my body isn’t the ideal. I’m not thin, or elegant, or delicate. I’m bony and skinny, with collarbones that stick out too much and hip bones that could poke someone’s eye out. It feels stupid just thinking it, there’s people like Hunk who struggle to accept themselves because they think they’re too fat and then there’s assholes like myself that complain about being too skinny.

At this point, I’m just going to force myself to get it over with, but then there’s gentle purple hands cupping my face and tilting my head up so that my eyes meet golden ones. He says he can sense my discomfort and that I should never force myself to do anything that I don’t want to here. This is a place that is safe for me, free of worries, stresses, or anything that will ever cause me to be unhappy. All he wants for me is to live comfortably.

I change in the bathroom and feel like I’m walking on freaking air.

He’s so… respectful. He knows about boundaries. He’s not offended by my need for privacy at all. It’s weird, to be respected so much. The concept is baffling, I’ve spent months mostly around other obnoxious teenagers and prude (albeit unintentionally) high status royals. Of course, I know I’m not exactly as well mannered as it gets either, but this is all just… Lovely. The fabric is softer than anything I’ve ever worn against my skin, like super fluffy cotton, though the shorts are at risk of slipping off my hip and the neck of the sweater is falling around my shoulder. I almost begin to frown, but then I sigh happily, observing myself in the mirror and clutching the hem of the blue sweater in my hands. It’s his clothes and that makes me feel… so comfortable.

When I walk back out, he immediately steps over and smoothes out a fold on the sweater, hand straying over my chest. “So gorgeous, even in clothes that don’t fit you.” He says in awe. “I cannot wait to spoil you with gifts and jewelry!”

As I’m about to respond, there’s a brisk knock at the door and the neutral look of content on Lotor’s face hardens. “State your business.” He snaps, looking quite annoyed. So displeased at his time with me being interrupted… dang, I feel in love.

“Apologies for my interruption, your highness, but your meal has been prepared.”

Unlike the dining room back in the castle, this one is done in the traditional dark, luminescent purple and black shades most all things Galra appear to come in. There’s guards stationed at the door, and I’m just now seeing this all in a new light, more confused to ever as to why someone of such a high social ranking would ever spare me a second glance. He offers me a seat right beside him and I plop down gracelessly, not even earning a hint of a grimace. Back at the castle, the entire table would’ve groaned.

I rub my hands together in anticipation. “So, Princey, what’re we having on this fine evening? If you say green goo, I might choke myself with these sweater sleeves, just a warning.” I send a wink in his direction.

“I would certainly not enjoy that.” He says seriously and his obliviousness is too cute to face palm at, so I just smile. “Good thing my servants made special arrangements for your arrival! So that you may enjoy the Earth cuisines you claim to miss so dearly. Pizza and creamed ice, I believe you called them?”

“You’re so sweet!” I gush, looking down at the plate that is placed before me by a Galra soldier. “Dude, it’s been so long since I’ve eaten good.” I pick up a slice of pizza and kiss it, the grease painting my lips shiny.

Lotor simply looks at me like I hung the moon in the sky and I feel like I could really, really use him for a second until there’s nothing left. I shake the dark thought out of my head as he replies a soft, “Anything in the universe for you, my Blue Prince.”

A feeling in my stomach stirs. That this is good, but there will always be balance in the universe, that this amount of good will be accompanied by an eventual whole lot of bad. Rationally, there’s a part of me that cringes hard at the thought of servants someone of royal status could essentially bend to their will so easily, that we’ll live comfortably up on thrones build of the labor of others. I came from a poor family, where we simply learned to live without, where most privileges were too costly for us, but we still have each other, which had been good enough. Money doesn’t buy happiness and maybe the same applies to royalty, and there are people working to keep me happy. It is, essentially sick, not in a way the heir to the Galra throne would understand because it is his norm.

Nevertheless, seeds of gluttony and sloth are already planted in me. Five sins to go, I guess, but I’m wearing a Prince’s clothes, my Prince’s clothes, with guards at the table ready to die protecting me, with food I haven’t seen in months making me drool. I gorge myself, feeling stomach expand as Lotor watches me with eyes so love sick, I wonder if he’s just so fatally obsessed with me, I wonder if he’ll fucking die for me. Matt said I was a good guy, doing some bad things. Maybe I am. But, this is the good life, and I’ll do anything to keep it in my grasps. Lotor, pinned beneath me, like the puppy he is. Maybe I love him.

Maybe, I just own a cute dog, as of today.

Chapter 8:

Whenever someone tells Tony that Steve Rogers is a morning person he will just laugh at them. To their face. No holding back. There are a few things that are widely known and widely untrue: Tony is a playboy and Steve is a morning person.

Don’t Tony wrong. He knows that Steve gets up at crack of dawn every day and goes for his runs and get things done. He knows that Steve is the first person awake because he has already drunk the first batch of coffee in the morning. Tony knows all that but what others don’t know that Tony does: that Steve hate it.


Steve loves sleeping in, loves to never get out of bed. He loves snuggling into the covers with his arms around Tony’s chest. Steve has thrown objects at people’s heads for waking him up at ungodly hours of the day. Steve gets up complaining for only Tony to hear. Gets up and curses and swears as he throws on his sweatpants to go for his run.

The real Steve comes out only twice every three months. On his ‘days off’. On those days Steve is scarce and in bed. Steve is wrapped up like an octopus around Tony’s body sleeping soundly. On those days, the real Steve shows is his face. Clint, Sam and Natasha have all made the mistake of disturbing Steve on those days. Steve would throw the closest thing at their heads with Hawkeye’s accuracy and drag them through the mud in curses and threatening promises.

The only person who ever gets away with anything is Tony. Steve would grumble and mumble about things but he would just shift enough for Tony to escape and get about is day. Or if there is an urgent matter that cannot wait, Steve will only move a muscle if it’s Tony telling him to move. All the Avengers wonder how he does it. And all Tony says with a cheeky grin and his shades,

“Love is the most strongest of powers.”

So Tony knows That Steve is a morning person by choice and by routine. But never mistaken for a second that Steve is a morning person.

Boruto ep. 25 Recap

“The Turbulent Field Trip”

  • Boruto wanted to blow Iruka’s wig off. LMFAO! HE HEARD THAT IRUKA WAS A BALD-HEADED HOE, SO HE WENT HIMSELF TO SNATCH HIS CRANIUM! I AM INCONSOLABLE! Don’t y’all ever in your musty ass lives talk shit about my nephew ever again! Giving us quality content!
  • It’s so funny that Naruto wasn’t mad that he was tryna pull a prank off, but more upset with the lack of execution. Like he said, he needs to have more finesse. 
  • Omg. I swear when Naruto was facing off with Boruto, I thought he was talking to his own shadow clone. Only Boruto can push his buttons like that. 
  • I saw that Boruto was tied up, hanging upside down from the cieling and I smooth didn’t think anything about it. I wanted more details about the field trip.
  • It’s so cute that Mitsuki is sitting down next to his future teammate, Sarada.
  • I’m telling y’all right now that they are not paying Shino enough to babysit a class full of bad ass kids in ANOTHER country! Nope. I’m stressed for him.
  • *gasps* The KakaYama baby has spoken! I’ll never let that shit go. This is Kakashi’s baby & we deserve answers! Ima animate my own paternity test episode for this reason alone. Stay tuned!
  • Sumiere went undercover to destroy the Hidden Leaf, & thinks it’s entirely TEW much for her to volunteer as the field trip leader. Listen. I too, would rather steal people’s chakra.
  • They threw Boruto under the bus. Hahahahahah! My girl Sarada came up with the master plan & Shikadai’s unloyal ass co-signed it to get the class riled up. Lmao! I live!
  • This lil girl with the brown paw sleeves still freaks me out. I want her transferred to another class, immediately!
  • Metal Lee is like his grandaddy Gai, he can’t handle the waves of the ocean.
  • I squealed when I saw the girls enjoying themselves in the pool! Yes, princesses! Treat yourself!
  • This interaction between Sarada & Boruto on the ship’s deck was so funny! When he mimicked her, I ASCENDED into another dimension. hajdhifuheifureahihiufhgiruhghgiu! I cannot wait to see more of these babies once they are in their designated teams.
  • I’ve come to like Iwabe but he needs to chill with his debbie downer shit. I REBUKE the angst! 
  • I’m starting to think Mitsuki don’t sleep. 
  • Mitsuki low-key shaded Boruto. He said his jutsus are not just for anybody & he got a lot learn. 
  • I don’t learn nobody’s name that are not my nieces & nephews cause I don’t care but this boy, Kagura!? He’s adorable! Omg. Look at the baby Mizukage!
  • ChoCho is a fully realized girl. She thinks Kagura is cute but what about the inside??? Is he trash or not? lol
  • Shino better WORK that bag! Yasss! Swing that tote from side to side!
  • Aaaaaaahhhh! Shino taking pictures of his dorters is so adorable! He don’t got no kids but he’s a whole ass dad.
  • Shikadai & Boruto are such nerds. Like full-blown card trading nerds.
  • I love how Shikadai smiles way more than Shikamaru & Temari did, combined, in their entire lifetimes. A happy baby!
  • These ugly ass boys from the Mist got a lot of nerve. They’re pressed.
  • Like, these kids are being good for once in their life & here they come tryna start trouble. 

winter cloaked with her 
nuances of white and lavender

brothed with this mist that has
surged to us
from the lake        like a fever

a faroff cathedral bell denotes
the languid hours

this mess of mine & yours

while, torn impossible,
from the faroff rank of brambles,

musk of carrion muddled in
yards of hemlock,

running with the rheumy soil
of ador & its shades raven
with decay

crisis of pines, wrath of the willow
the passion of burr oaks and alders;

lost with what strength we cannot

muster          like each skittering leafsoul

so winter-sparrows churn from their
dark sanctum,

frozen, invisible, dumb as hands -
such is your will,

the world  all ill with your demands
that cannot be met

the soil difficult & quarreled with roots
already deprived of the sun

briars beneath coltsfoot shifting
north,                                          intangible

each day like this a burden

I / wait for kindness

꿈 - (She’s Dreaming)

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“a night thick with moonlight, it’s our only time together”

꿈  (She’s Dreaming) - EXO

(kim jongdae x reader)

(4.4k words)


A/N: hello beautiful creatures here is another story for you all! this is kind of like a fantasy au so I hope you feel magical while reading!

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"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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"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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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!


erejean fic: things you said after you kissed me

for this meme! this fill is for @netamashii!


“Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit. Fuck!

With a knee between Jean’s legs and his hands halfway up Jean’s shirt, Eren rolls his eyes. Not this again.

“Of all the times to be having an existential crisis,” he mutters. “Can’t you wait like, fifteen minutes?” (Or even potentially just five; he hasn’t seen Jean for two weeks and the smell of him alone is enough to send Eren over the edge.)

Unfortunately, Jean cannot wait. He’s got one hand thrown up over his eyes and his entire head has turned a very fetching shade of crimson. “Shut up—I’m—oh my god, I can’t believe we’re doing this. Hold on.”

Obediently, Eren holds on. The backseat of his old junker creaks under them as he shifts his weight, awkwardly. And then—

“Armin was right,” Jean groans, looking truly tormented. “I’m gay, aren’t I?”

Eren bites back his immediate retort, which is something like We’ve been dating for three months and also I can’t believe they say you’re the smart one.

Instead he says, “I’m not sure, but we might be able to figure it out if you kiss me again.” Which at least makes Jean laugh, somewhat, inbetween apparently trying to sink through the seat cushions under him from sheer embarrassment.

“Shit. Sorry, I just—” He huffs a sigh so hard that it makes Eren’s bangs blow backwards. “I’m being a dumbfuck right now, aren’t I.”

Tenderly, Eren grins, leaning their foreheads together; he watches Jean’s lashes flutter to leave his eyes half-closed, and something in his gut tightens.

“Never thought I’d live to see the day you admitted that, Kirschtein.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Eren raises his eyebrows. “Shut up and kiss you?” He runs a thumb over Jean’s lips, pressing into the soft flesh there, and both of them shiver.

“Yeah,” Jean says, very softly, “that.”

And for once in his life, Eren obeys without complaint.


→ The court of summer was home; it was paradise. It was a place of fond memories and first love, and leaving would never be easy. But with a piece of home by your side, the journey forward was all the more exciting.

yoongi x reader || fluff, romance || faerie au!
word count: 1,459
・Installments: prequel →  Lost In Paradisepart of Tales from the Land of Fey Series 

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