chosen shows

I will wear the mark,
infinite,
where I know you’ve left one,
too infinite,
I will labor with your symbol,
a gravestone, here and forever,
atop the skin, as body shifts
and as body lives and sinks and
wrinkles, there you will be
shifting with it
yet have nothing more to give,
have given, but skin, is all,
and so do, let go,
and so do, let peace settle,
I have your memory, and
and have chosen to
show it.
—  @acenck, tattoo
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quintis wedding countdown:
day two - favourite s2 episode: 2.18 the fast & the nerdiest

I made one last monster bet. I’m gambling that a skinny, moderately good-looking pain-in-the-neck like me can land someone like you. It’s the biggest gamble of my life.

Why didn’t B.A.P win any shows for Wake Me Up?

my thoughts on a question nobody asked me but have them anyway lmao

fans:

  • not enough people streaming on melon. literally this is the main one
  • maybe could stream a bit more on youtube?
  • needed more people voting live and for pre-votes
  • I can’t think of any more hmm did I mention melon streaming??

TS:

  • very rushed promotions to squeeze it in before the tour: only 2-3 weeks instead of the usual 4 (and usually groups don’t/can’t win in the first week of promotions anyway, so that only left around one week of being on shows in which we had a chance of winning)
  • I wouldn’t necessarily say it’s TS’s fault, but generally, fewer people tend to buy physical single albums than full or mini albums because they’re essentially paying the same price for less (eg rose was the first time I bought a B.A.P single album), but actually rose is so far their second highest-selling single album, which is pretty impressive 

things out of our control:

  • tough competition: comeback at the same time as other groups with better melon streaming / larger korean fanbases
  • music bank and music core being cancelled during the first week of promotions. mucore doesn’t have a winner anymore, but mubank was arguably our best chance at winning after the show, and because the first ep was cancelled, that was shown during the second week (whereas if that ep was a new one from the 2nd week then we could have possibly had a chance of winning), and then that was it, promotions over…
  • changes to how winners are chosen on the show: no more tudou streaming and I think no more laifeng votes? still not exactly sure what they are, but before we could collect our strength and buy them points on the show (as dumb as it sounds) and spend ages doing extra streaming on a website that kept crashing and deleting views, but now the show cares more about melon streaming too (like the other music shows) (do u see how important digital streaming is)

but don’t let that make you sad! from what I’ve personally seen, the general reaction (both fans and not) to wake me up / rose has been more hyped and impressed than it has probably since matrix. B.A.P have said they have more comebacks scheduled for this year, so hopefully we’ll be able to get them what they deserve next time.

PS: people sometimes compare B.A.P’s youtube views to other groups, where we usually don’t do as well. then there’s the usual topic of some fans leaving and moving to other groups during the hiatus etc etc etc……. well actually, our youtube views aren’t really that different from pre-hiatus? I remember when 1004 (their main breakthrough and at the height of their career back then) was released on the 3rd of february, jongup’s wish was for the mv to reach 1 million views by his birthday on the 6th - 3 days later and it still didn’t reach 1 million. on the other hand, wake me up reached 2.25 million views in around 5 and a half days. with the explosion of kpop in the last couple of years, some groups enjoy immense success on a whole new scale. our achievements only seem inferior if we compare them to others - let’s focus on ourselves and see how far both B.A.P and we as fans have come, and think about how we can continue to go forward!

PPS: nice things I’ve noticed recently (last few months since noir/skydive): 

  • more content creators in the fandom making things: more gifsets, graphics, fics etc
  • said content getting more recognition
  • a sense of humour! crack blogs, more people making funny videos and text posts and funny edits
  • honestly I keep finding new B.A.P blogs to follow - more people joining the fandom or existing fans choosing to take more part in the fandom on tumblr!
  • fans on tumblr interacting more with each other! through networks or just starting to talk to each other on here :D
  • B.A.P trended on tumblr for yongguk and himchan’s birthdays!
  • himchan and youngjae gaining more recognition in general these days
  • keep it up guys I love you all
17,again [Prologue]

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, drama, fluff.

Word count: 3k

Summary: Your relationship of ten years seems to be stuck as your CEO boyfriend works non-stop and doesn´t pay much attention to you or your hints about marriage. Desperate to awaken the spark of love again you beg the universe for a change that will make him fall for you for the second time in his life. And the universe listens.

Author´s note: This is inspired by the Chinese version of the movie “17 again”. Although this story is going to be quite different I recommend not watching the film if you don´t want to spoil yourself anything that could happen in this fic.


The day you moved in with your boyfriend you knew something was wrong between the two of you, but didn’t pay much attention to it. The relationship you shared wasn’t at its best and you didn’t want to push it, especially not on a day in which you were not only moving together but in which he was also starting his job as a CEO in the company his parents owned. It had been his dream since you met in college and it had been, in fact, the first thing he had told you about himself when your father had introduced him to you as one of his students. Apparently he had been born in a very rich family and was studying business to replace his father whenever he became prepared enough to do so. You didn’t know what you had to do with all of that until your dad explained that his parents also wanted him to have a stable relationship as soon as possible, and that they thought you were a nice candidate. Basically, your relationship had started with a set up from both your families. Being the rebellious teen you were you would’ve had neglected something like that if the boy hadn’t defied the expectations you held about him so quickly. Not only was he breathtakingly handsome but also extremely intelligent and well mannered. It became a matter of time until you fell for him and he became the center of your life. Unfortunately, it wasn’t mutual. You did look like a couple, you went on dates, you had sex. He treated you well. But he had never admitted to love you or acted like so. When you both turned twenty you abandoned your dream of being an artist and moved to the city to live with him. It could’ve been a beautiful moment, a fresh start, if not for the fact that as soon as you moved somewhere nobody knew the pair of you and he started working, he became fully uninterested in the relationship, both mentally and physically. He never had time for you and you barely saw each other. The fairytale you thought you were living ended as it was only the peasant who was in love and not the prince, but you didn’t complain when you decorated the full house alone while he was out all week on his first business trip. You didn´t complain when he spent your anniversary at a meeting or when he forgot your birthday. You ended up assuming what the relationship had been built up from the start, convenience, and decided to just push through it. Seven years later, it all remained the same. You were lonely and aching for his attention, so you did everything a perfect partner could possibly do: three hundred and sixty five days a year, you hoped that someday he´d wake up and realize you were there for him.

“Good morning!”

As you entered the room you cocked your head in amusement at his puffy morning hair and wished you could run your hands through it, but you knew he wouldn´t like it. You weren´t teens anymore, and he had a workplace to attend to.

“I´ve prepared your suit”                

He slowly got out of the bed and you wondered how someone could look that handsome after waking up. He only acknowledged your presence after turning off the alarm.

“Good morning”

His eyes seemed to roam over your blouse and a lopsided smile appeared on your face. Apart from meticulously doing your hair and makeup, you had chosen a top that showed a bit of cleavage, something you rarely wore. It was all in hopes that you’d catch his attention, and maybe it was working. Maybe things were changing. He sheepishly turned away when you met his eyes staring at your breasts, and you couldn´t help but find it adorable.

“Are you going somewhere?”

His question surprised you as he never asked such things or took interest in what you did while he was at work, and the way he was leering your body with curiosity made you nervous as it was something unusual.

“No. I was hoping we could have breakfast together”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he got rid of his sleeping clothes to get in his suit. You observed his toned chest and his muscular back as he changed. It had been a very long time since the two of you had intimated and the mere sight of his body had you blushing. You excused yourself and got out of the room. When had things turn so weird? It was true that you had never been the ideal couple, but at least it used to feel like you were. Unconsciously your eyes met the mirror on the wall and your smile faded a little at your reflection. Did he not find you attractive at all? Your fingers investigated your features, caressing your lips, your nose, your cheeks. You were only twenty seven, you were aging very well and you still had your unique and exotic beauty with you, the one that made head turns. But not his. You were working out, dieting. Did he not desire your body? Did he not want a future with you? Did he not want to propose and have lots of babies? You jumped a little when you noticed his presence, suddenly feeling embarrassed at your self-evaluation, but you composed yourself as you looked for his eyes, searching for the look of curiosity you had caught before in his stare. But it was all gone.

“So, breakfast?”

Your voice sounded weaker that you intended and you smoothed your skirt repeating to yourself that it was alright if he didn´t want you as you wanted him.

“I´m in a rush. I have to grab something on my way to work.”

You instantly felt disappointed. Breakfast was one of the few moments of the day you spent together as it was always extremely unlikely that he returned home at the time he should.

“I can pack it for you”

You were already heading to the kitchen when his voice extinguished your hopes for the day to be different.

“There´s no need for you to do that”    

You knew he didn´t mean to sound so menacing the second regret appeared on his face, but you still flinched at his tone. Fidgeting with the bracelet you were wearing you didn´t dare look at him in case he could see the tears of frustration appearing on the corners of your eyes. Why did he make everything so difficult?

“You´re right.”

It was only a whisper but apparently enough to make him feel bad. And then it came what happened when he knew he had hurt you, the only moments in which he showed affection towards you. This time, he approached you and briefly kissed your forehead. His lips were warm and although you liked it, you hated that it was only because he pitied you. It felt meaningless, and you searched for anything that would distract you from the way your chest was aching.

“What are you picking up?”

Your eyes darted to meet his, and you were met with his usual soft stare. At least he tried to act as if you didn´t annoy him that much.

“I can´t tell you until tonight. We are going somewhere, so put a dress on or whatever. Something elegant”

That caught your attention. You were going somewhere? You rarely went on dates. And he was picking something up on his way to the office. Was it a ring? Why was it a secret? Your mind was racing with possibilities. Was he going to take you somewhere and propose?

“A dress?”

He was once again eyeing you, his hand awkwardly placed behind his neck and you had to contain the urge of throwing yourself all over him. The fact that he didn´t sought your touch didn´t defeat the fact that he was like a magnet to you every time he was around.

“Yes. But not like this one.”

You chuckled. You weren´t even wearing a dress and you were torn between hitting your head against the wall repeatedly or appreciate that he was for once paying attention to your insinuating outfits. Your desire for him outweighed your violent frustration and you spoke softly at him, as if he was a little kid.

“What do you mean not like this one? This is not a dress…”

You stopped when he approached you and placed his slender fingers on both sides of the collars of your blouse just to pull the the fabric over the exposed skin. The way his fingers rubbed against your collarbones felt like a gift as the skin ship between the two of you was practically nonexistent. God, you didn´t even make out from time to time. Even the fact that he was that close was weird.

“Just…like that. Cover that”

You were startled at his behavior. You were loving how his touch made you feel but at the same time you found it funny that he was acting as if he had never seen a woman naked, especially you. Maybe he didn´t want any other man staring at your body. You convinced yourself that had to be the reason. Maybe he´d start acting possessive if you were soon going to be wife and husband.

“Okay. I´ll pick a dress that covers that area”

“Good”

He undid his grip on your shirt and with that he picked up his things and headed to work without looking at you or saying goodbye. That normally would´ve made you sad if not for the fact that the sudden affection (if you could call it like that) coming from him could only mean that he was going to propose. You jumped towards the table to have some breakfast, not minding being alone. You knew you were raising your hopes too high, but you couldn´t resist it. And with that you ate a pancake, and then another, forgetting about your diet and letting the fact that things were going to change for the better sink in.



 21:00 From Jungkook: I´m waiting for you outside.

21:02 From you: I´ll be there in five.

When you had received the message it had taken you less than two minutes to reply and grab your things. Checking that everything was in order one last time, you covered the red dress you had chosen with your coat and rearranged your hair one last time before heading out. You were overwhelmed about going on a date and not even the frigid air or the rain that welcomed you stopped the smile that spread across your face when you saw him waiting in the car. He was wearing his usual suit but his fringe was unusually parted in the middle, your favorite hairstyle on him. Doing the best out of running with heels you managed to cross the sidewalk and enter the car without getting soaked. There was classical music coming from the radio and you were already on the road by the time you had put your seatbelt on and left your bag on the floor. He hadn´t said anything and only the rain crashing against the windows could be heard. You stopped on a red light and, as always, you started the conversation.

“So, do you like the dress?”

The lights strode across his face creating patterns on his skin and you were so lost staring you almost missed the way his eyebrows raised at your question.

“Sure”

Except for a too brief glance to have seen anything he hadn´t looked at it at all. It looked as if the more effort you put the least he cared.

“You haven´t even looked”

He sighed and his eyes flickered towards the dress before heading back to the road as the light turned green.

“I don´t need to look much to know that it looks good on you”

You weirdly bumped against your seat at his words. It could appear as a half assed excused for not paying attention to you but coming from him it was such a compliment. With doe eyes, you stared at him. He was being too nice. He even continued the conversation himself.

“I´m sure my boss is going to like it. He´ll like you as well”

The anticipation of what you assumed was going to happen that night turned out to be there for nothing. You hadn´t been that excited all day only to meet his boss.

“Your boss?”

“Yes. We are having dinner with him and his wife. See, the thing is that they are very composed people. That´s why I asked you to wear something more conservative.”

Oh. So that was happening. It wasn´t a date. He just had to take his girlfriend out once in a while to show her off to his colleagues and his boss so that they knew she was real as he never spent time with her nor took her to social events. Great. You wished you hadn´t fallen for the trick and you were tempted to take off your bra or hitch up your skirt. Conservative? His boss wouldn´t be that composed if you weren´t wearing any underwear. Not even in front of his wife. You looked through the window trying to extinguish the sudden fury that had invaded your body. He just needed you for him to look good, to look normal. But it was your fault too. It was you who had misread the situation completely, so you sighed and kept your bra in place.

“I´m sure I´ll like them too.”

As soon as you were sat on the table inside the fancy restaurant with the elder couple you regretted even more being there as the conversation was focused on a threatening deadline approaching next week and you were playing around with your salad. You didn´t know much about business but you sat still and nodded at everything they said making an effort to look good, as always. After a while you got lost on your thoughts and jumped on your seat when someone intentionally stepped on your foot.

“Mr. Yuajgon has asked you what´s your job”

It was your boyfriend speaking, clearly disapproving your lack of attention, and you rapidly answered.

“I have a major in arts, but I´m not working right now”

Mrs. Yuagjon seemed to direct what looked like a smile at you, her face that had clearly gone under the knife tensing in a strange way.

“And what do you do in your free time, sweetie?”

That was a good question. Apart from taking care of your physical aspect and doing the chores, what did you do?

“Well, I go to a book club on the weekends. I like dog cafés as well.”

You stuffed a piece of lettuce in your mouth as you knew you had sounded utterly stupid but you didn´t care as you were having a blast staring at his puzzled faces. What did they expect? For you to teach at Harvard? On the other hand, your boyfriend was swallowing hard.

“She has very unique tastes”

Mr. Yuagjon took a sip of his whine.

“I see. So, how long have you been together?”

You noticed that Jungkook stiffened next to you, so you answered for him.

“Ten years”

“Ten years. And you are on your late twenties. Aren´t you going to propose to her soon?”

Suddenly you felt the need to kiss Mr. Yuagjon´s feet for bringing up the topic. Maybe it´d make Jungkook react and see that you were not a lunatic that wanted to get married. All eyes were on him, and your heart started racing as he remained silent. He cleared his throat and your heart twitched at the sound.

“Actually I picked something up this morning”

You had forgotten about that. Your palms got sweatier as you thought if finally he´d want to move forward in the relationship which way should you react when he pulled out a ring.

“We live together, and you told me you liked our apartment. I finally have all the information about the design, Sir”

You widened your eyes in surprise and something exploded inside of you. If not even his adored boss could coax him to talk about marriage…

“A lovely house, indeed. Prepared for when you have many children. Are you pregnant already?”

It was Mrs. Yuagjon who said it, as if it made total sense.

“Pregnant? She´s not pregnant.”

You didn´t know if it was the horrified tone in which he had said it or the four glasses of wine you had consumed but you smashed your fist against the table and got up. Years and years of waiting for him weren´t worth that humillation.

“Definitely not pregnant. See, I don´t know what you make him do at work but this man right here arrives home too tired to even stick out his dick to pee so I don´t know what makes you think he´d use it for something else. He´s completely uninterested in me and completely uninterested in anything that isn´t related to his job. If he ever gets his shit together and proposes it´ll be in a meeting and to his phone. Not me. I´m out.”

With every single person in the room looking at you after your little scene you stumbled out of the restaurant. You didn´t even know why you had lashed at him like that, but you just couldn´t take it anymore. It had been years living with a ghost, giving everything and receiving nothing. He didn´t even have the decency to answer the question. It wasn´t even about marriage anymore. When would he love you again? Did he even love you at all? As you walked in the rain hugging yourself you noticed a strike of lightning coming from above. The clouds had separated to show a tiny start, shining in the dark. Without notice, unknown words escaped your mouth.

“I wish it was like when we met again. Happy and young”

You noticed a strange sensation in your chest, as if something heavy had been lifted off of you, and a certain dizziness made your head spin. When your eyes were focused again, you were inside your apartment, which felt strangely unfamiliar.

“When did I get here?”

You took off your heels and inspected the place. You passed the main entrance, the corridor… something catched your attention. A tiny girl reflecting in the mirror, a red dress on. It looked like she had been crying, mascara stains all over her eyelids. You stepped closer to see her… and you gasped. It was you. It was you when you were seventeen years old.

A New Livelihood (Werewolf! Jimin x Werewolf! Reader)

Originally posted by gotjimin

Originally posted by requiem-on-water

(The GIF of the wolf is intended to represent Aera when she transforms. I admittedly do not possess the ability at this current juncture to even fathom what godly wolf form Park Jimin would take on.)

Hello guys! So, here’s the fanfic that I’ve been working on in tandem with ‘Risen from the Ashes’. If you guys have yet to check it out, I would certainly appreciate it if you did. If not, that’s cool too. Without further wordiness from me, here are details of the story:

Pairing: Aera x Jimin (though it can totally be taken as a Reader x Jimin. Just replace her name with whatever you’d like to be addressed as, as her name is very seldom used)

Genre: Fluff, Angst (Smut to come in later chapters)

Rating: PG - PG13 (for this chapter)

Characters: Aera (or reader if you like) and, of course, BTS. Aera'a brother Jung (though this could also be replaced with whatever name you fancy)

Word Count: 4,516

Summary: Aera (or really Y/N) belongs to a pack of more traditional werewolf values led by her brother, Jung (or really Y/B/N). The very brother that murdered their parents in cold blood solely for the purpose of ascending to the position of Alpha. With her tyrant brother in control, Aera (or Y/N) is forced into a mating ritual with a rival pack in order to cement their alliance with her own pack. Things take a turn for confusing when this forced ceremony turns out to be far from forced. Aera (Y/N) must learn to adapt to an entirely different lifestyle, one that stands in drastic contrast from her own, while simultaneously navigating the confusing and passionate nature that is the mating bond.


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anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on Legally Blonde the Musical? I've heard a lot of people rag on it but it's such a fun, positive show? Why are so many theatre people insistent on "good theatre" having to be emotionally heavy and profound all the time?

“Legally Blonde” is one of my favorite musicals. Why would it not be? Oh. Right. People don’t want to think that a pink-covered musical about a blonde girl is serious theatre (as if theatre even has to be serious to be good). I’m with you on shows not needing to be emotionally heavy to be good. Lots of great musicals are a bit on the fluffy side. But I don’t think LB is one of them. It deals with some heavy stuff.

“Legally Blonde” is one of the most feminist musicals out there. It’s literally about a woman overcoming gender norms and societal expectations to become a really good lawyer. And she does it all while being unapologetically feminine, even going on a journey of learning that she can be pretty, fashionable, and pink-loving while also being an intelligent, forceful leader. All around Elle are people who say she needs to change to fit the mold of what a lawyer is – serious, drab, cynical, and masculine. She even has her own moments of wanting to betray parts of herself (wanting to dye her hair brown, beginning to wear only dark blue suits, etc.). Elle  even has to put up with sexual harassment and assault from her professor and boss, which other characters blame HER for. This nearly drives her to quit school and her career as a lawyer. However, the camaraderie of fellow women gets her through, and she is able to come back stronger than ever, win the case, and finish law school at the top of her class.

I know what people are about to say: “But she uprooted her whole life for a guy and she only did any of that stuff to get a boy and blah blah!” Listen to me carefully. Falling in love is not anti-feminist. Did Elle grossly misjudge Warner and misplace her affections? Yeah, totally. But she didn’t make a stupid decision – she decided to do something new and challenging in her life to make people she cared about proud. And…come on…like less than half-way into the show she decides to stop caring about winning the guy and starts wanting to beat him. She grows as a character and learns to place more importance on herself and what she wants to accomplish. Elle is a total role model for girls without condemning them for being…girly. Too many girls are shamed for what they love and devote time to because it’s traditionally feminine. “Legally Blonde” says they can be 110% into traditionally feminine things, wearing belt-coordinated shoes and flawless make-up, and ALSO do serious, important work that might traditionally be associated with men. It says “You don’t have to be more like a man or more likable to men in order to achieve in your chosen field.”

The show is, as you say, super fun and positive. It’s bright and sunny and pink. It’s tongue-in-cheek funny and doesn’t take itself seriously. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t serious theatre. It tells a complex story about complicated characters dealing with tough real-world issues. It has a strong message of inclusion and acceptance. And it features a wide array of strong female characters who all grow into better loving themselves over the course of the play (Elle, Paulette, Vivienne). There is literally no reason to drag this musical. 

So You Want to Watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer

So you may have heard that Buffy the Vampire Slayer just turned 20 years old and now everyone’s talking about it and you’re thinking of watching it, but there are just so many episodes and it might expire on Netflix at the end of the month, so how are you going to manage that? 

WELL GUESS WHAT, I have made you a bunch of curated episode lists depending on what you want to watch for. 

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It’s true. It’s the truth and he shows his manhood by saying so. Yeah. I thought that what the final episode did very well was admit that Buffy really is in love with Angel. That the sexual relationship she had with Spike was unhealthy. That it was unwise. - James Marsters

I See Stars in Your Eyes (Must be Painful)

This is for the amazing @ackerchou who has graced us with Season 2 Voltron Actor!AU headcannons and I LOVED THEM ALL. I’m writing dancing Lance and kiddie Coran and Allura next. Watch me. Pls check them out because I wanna write a fic for all of them. And because she is awesome and made me feel better on a day I felt bad. There’s aren’t many spoilers for season 2 in this fic but just in case it is tagged. I hope you enjoy it!

x.V.x

              Keith was slightly ashamed to admit that he hadn’t watched the original Voltron before trying out for a part in the new series. In fact, he sort of, kinda, had never even heard of Voltron before until his first day on set as a Galra stunt double. That is until there was a surprise visit from the original cast from the 80’s Voltron series.

              Keith was only slightly mortified that he was the only one who didn’t know who they were.

              Especially since he had thought that Akira was an older stunt double and he had nearly flipped Akira on his shoulder when the man surprised him.

              Even after all this, Lance still wouldn’t stop laughing.

              And of course he had a video of Keith nearly flipping over the original leader of Voltron who was at least twice Keith’s age (but damn did he still look good) and very well known in the world of Voltron. The video even had Keith apologizing over and over to an amused Akira, while everyone stood around staring.

              Keith would remember this next time Lance wanted something.

              Currently he was hanging back in the background while the old cast of Voltron took a tour of the new set to see how far Voltron had come. There was awe and admiration thrown left and right from both the cast of the 80s and the cast of the 2010s. It was a strange sight to see the different cast members who played the paladins together, each very different in their own way and yet so perfect for each character they played.

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The painting was a lie.

A bright, pretty lie, bursting with pale pink blooms and fat beams of sunshine.

I’d begun it yesterday, an idle study of the rose garden lurking beyond the open windows of the studio. Through the tangle of thorns and satiny leaves, the brighter green of the hills rolled away into the distance.

Incessant, unrelenting spring.

If I’d painted this glimpse into the court the way my gut had urged me, it would have been flesh-shredding thorns, flowers that choked off the sunlight for any plants smaller than them, and rolling hills stained red.

But each brushstroke on the wide canvas was calculated; each dab and swirl of blending colors meant to portray not just idyllic spring, but a sunny disposition as well. Not too happy, but gladly, finally healing from horrors I carefully divulged.

I supposed that in the past weeks, I had crafted my demeanor as intricately as one of these paintings. I supposed that if I had also chosen to show myself as I truly wished, I would have been adorned with flesh-shredding talons, and hands that choked the life out of those now in my company. I would have left the gilded halls stained red.

But not yet

Not yet, I told myself with every brushstroke, with every move I’d made these weeks. Swift revenge helped no one and nothing but my own, roiling rage.

Even if every time I spoke to them, I heard Elain’s sobbing as she was forced into the Cauldron. Even if every time I looked at them, I saw Nesta fling that finger at the King of Hybern in a death-promise. Even if every time I scented them, my nostrils were again full of the tang of Cassian’s blood as it pooled on the dark stones of that bone-castle.

The paintbrush snapped between my fingers.

I’d cleaved it in two, the pale handle damaged beyond repair.

Cursing under my breath, I glanced to the windows, the doors. This place was too full of watching eyes to risk throwing it in the rubbish bin.

I cast my mind around me like a net, trawling for any others near enough to witness, to be spying. I found none.

I held my hands before me, one half of the brush in each palm.

For a moment, I let myself see past the glamour that concealed the tattoo on my right hand and forearm. The markings of my true heart. My true title.

High Lady of the Night Court.

Half a thought had the broken paintbrush going up in flames.

The fire did not burn me, even as it devoured wood and brush and paint.

When it was nothing but smoke and ash, I invited in a wind that swept them from my palms and out the open windows.

For good measure, I summoned a breeze from the garden to snake through the room, wiping away any lingering tendril of smoke, filling it with the musty, suffocating smell of roses.

Perhaps when my task here was done, I’d burn this manor to the ground, too. Starting with those roses.

© Sarah J. Maas

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that feel when your incorporeal Dark Lord cbf coming up with a Cool Villain Name for his least fav follower X)

based on this post, and because I can’t get over learning that Asmodean literally means “Musician” in the official Wheel of Time companion book, I’m still flipping out poor Asmo, this is why I love you

It’s a new beginning. It doesn’t have to be the same, and Viktor deserves to know that Yuuri cherishes him dearly, as a friend if nothing else—Yuuri can learn to be satisfied with that. This is the way he’s chosen to show it.

Yuuri makes it back to the edge of the boards where his laptop has been placed, and the smile that’s on his face falls when he catches sight of Viktor.

He’s crying.

“… Why do you have to be so far away?” Viktor murmurs, looking up at Yuuri with teary eyes. “I want to be where you are right now, Yuuri.”

On My Love by @min-min-minnie completely and utterly destroys me with its beauty every time it updates. 

I can’t do it justice. I can’t even. Like. I just know that it’ll continue to shake me to the core and I can’t recommend it enough if you haven’t checked it out already.

|| The New Girl ||

{summary: “the other students call Peter ‘Penis’ Parker.”}

this whole story was inspired by a snippet in an ign article that i screencapped and posted yesterday x))))) it was the best prompt for me and i just had to write something short and sweet for it!

this is dedicated to all of my readers out there who have given my stories a chance and followed this blog. i really love you guys and i thank you so much for making this personal blog of mine so much fun to run!

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Is The White Princess Empowering? 


I love period dramas. Like most things in my life, I blame Xena for that. This past week I was able to watch a special screening of The White Princess through Refinery29. It was an interesting watch. I am not a fan of Phillippa Gregory’s interpretations of the women involved in the Wars of the Roses. However, I do often enjoy these types of shows because, despite it all, I know there are good acting and eye candy. The White Princess was no different and while I was watching it and listening to the Q&A after, I was thinking about how we tell the stories of women in history. Specifically as to how they choose to portray empowerment. This got kinda long, but I hope all my other history lady loving nerds will see where I’m coming from. I’m enjoying the show, but I just gotta call something out…

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Excerpt from ACOWAR

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The painting was a lie.

A bright, pretty lie, bursting with pale pink blooms and fat beams of sunshine.

I’d begun it yesterday, an idle study of the rose garden lurking beyond the open windows of the studio. Through the tangle of thorns and satiny leaves, the brighter green of the hills rolled away into the distance.

Incessant, unrelenting spring.

If I’d painted this glimpse into the court the way my gut had urged me, it would have been flesh-shredding thorns, flowers that choked off the sunlight for any plants smaller than them, and rolling hills stained red.

But each brushstroke on the wide canvas was calculated; each dab and swirl of blending colors meant to portray not just idyllic spring, but a sunny disposition as well. Not too happy, but gladly, finally healing from horrors I carefully divulged.

I supposed that in the past weeks, I had crafted my demeanor as intricately as one of these paintings. I supposed that if I had also chosen to show myself as I truly wished, I would have been adorned with flesh-shredding talons, and hands that choked the life out of those now in my company. I would have left the gilded halls stained red.

But not yet.

Not yet, I told myself with every brushstroke, with every move I’d made these weeks. Swift revenge helped no one and nothing but my own, roiling rage.

Even if every time I spoke to them, I heard Elain’s sobbing as she was forced into the Cauldron. Even if every time I looked at them, I saw Nesta fling that finger at the King of Hybern in a death-promise. Even if every time I scented them, my nostrils were again full of the tang of Cassian’s blood as it pooled on the dark stones of that bone-castle.

The paintbrush snapped between my fingers.

I’d cleaved it in two, the pale handle damaged beyond repair.

Cursing under my breath, I glanced to the windows, the doors. This place was too full of watching eyes to risk throwing it in the rubbish bin.

I cast my mind around me like a net, trawling for any others near enough to witness, to be spying. I found none.


I held my hands before me, one half of the brush in each palm.

For a moment, I let myself see past the glamour that concealed the tattoo on my right hand and forearm. The markings of my true heart. My true title.

High Lady of the Night Court.

Half a thought had the broken paintbrush going up in flames.

The fire did not burn me, even as it devoured wood and brush and paint.

When it was nothing but smoke and ash, I invited in a wind that swept them from my palms and out the open windows.

For good measure, I summoned a breeze from the garden to snake through the room, wiping away any lingering tendril of smoke, filling it with the musty, suffocating smell of roses.

Perhaps when my task here was done, I’d burn this manor to the ground, too. Starting with those roses.

© Sarah J. Maas