color bursting

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The blood in my veins Is made up of mistakes Let’s forget who we are And dive into the dark As we burst into color Returning to life

Jet Black Heart - 5Sos

Eeeh io vado fuori di testa per i 5 Seconds of Summer 😂🙈
Quella canzone in particolare mi fa pensare a quanto forte sia il mio cuore dopo tutte le cose che ha provato🙈
E niente… di solito la ascolto se sono triste. Perché mi risolleva un po’ il morale

You burn so bright, I see stars
The way that you laugh, it’s like a heavenly choir
You made me feel invincible
When you’re with me, I can take on the world

Say my name, I’ll be there
I didn’t know, you should’ve said that you cared
It’s not too late for broken hearts
Take my hand, make a wish on a star

You were a comet and I lost it
Watching for comets, will I see you again?
Everybody needs someone but they can’t feel like this
How can I breathe with this burning in my chest?
You were gone so fast, I want you back
You were a comet and I lost it

Now I see you, I’m frozen in time
All your colors burst into life
I don’t dare close my eyes
Cause a love like this happens once in a lifetime

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🌈✨ Glitter in Witchcraft ✨🌈

Glitter is something I’ve seen used in spells quite a bit here on tumblr, so I’d like to offer my beliefs about glitter and it’s purpose in spells and rituals!

Glitter is… well, glittery. It reflects light and makes sparkles. So what happens when you use it in a spell?

It reflects and magnifies auras! It gives potency to energies using color!

The little specks of glitter are like stained glass windows with a mirror inside. Light streams down, hits the glitter, and is refracted back as a very, very tiny burst of colored light and energy. Glitter is good for magnifying auras of spells that are very space-oriented, such as protective jar spells or a candle love spell. You can even put it inside of a clear locket and charm it; the charm will be given a little boost every time the light hits the glitter!

A glitter’s energies will resonate very strongly with it’s physical color, so it’s important to use a color that correctly resonates with your intentions.

Color Correspondences:
🐚✨White: Catch-all, Protection, Peace, Purification, Chastity, Happiness, Halting Gossip, Spirituality
🍀✨Green: Healing, Money, Prosperity, Luck, Fertility, Beauty, Employment, Youth
🐿✨Brown: Healing Animals, The Home
💕✨Pink: Emotional Love, Fidelity, Friendships
🌹✨Red: Lust, Strength, Courage, Power, Sexual Potency
🌙✨Yellow: Divination, Psychic Powers, Mental Powers, Wisdom, Visions
🌌✨Purple: Power, Exorcism, Healing
💧✨Blue: Healing, Sleep, Peace
🔥✨Orange: Legal Matters, Success
*Source: Scott Cunningham’s Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs, pg 284

Happy Sparkling, witches!!

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Weekend Hashtag Project: #WHPcolorful

Weekend Hashtag Project is a series featuring designated themes and hashtags chosen by Instagram’s Community Team. For a chance to be featured on the Instagram blog, follow @instagram and look for a post every week announcing the latest project.

The goal this weekend is to create photos and videos that pop with color. Here’s how to get started:

  • Seek out environments with bright and bold colors that catch your eye. For example, if you attend a concert or parade, get close to the action to capture spirited moments and dazzling props.
  • For portrait submissions, look for colorful personalities and striking fashion statements that stand out against everyday surroundings.
  • Make color move with a video or Boomerang submission. Capture a bright painting coming to life, the flashing motion of neon lights or a burst of color emerging in an otherwise bland scene.

PROJECT RULES: Please add the #WHPcolorful hashtag only to photos and videos taken over this weekend and only submit your own visuals to the project. If you include music in your video submissions, please only use music to which you own the rights. Any tagged photo or video taken over the weekend is eligible to be featured next week.

Animelist: the Trippy list

of Anime where the animation and storytelling just send your head reeling in and explode at the bursts of color and just sends your mind boggling at what you see:

  • Paprika
  • Bakemonogatari series
  • Mekakucity actors
  • Puella magi madoka magica
  • Dead leaves
  • Gankutsuou: The Count of Monte Cristo
  • Perfect Blue
  • xxxholic
  • Sayonara Zetsubō Sensei 
  • Tokyo Godfathers
  • Cat soup
  • Kaiba
  • C: The Money of Soul and Possibility Control
  • Paranoia agent
  • Neon genesis evangelion
  • FLCL
  • tatami galaxy
  • Mononoke (series)
  • Ayakashi: Bakeneko
  • Tenshi no tamago (aka Angel’s egg)
  • Tekkon Kinkreet
  • Inaka Isha
  • Genius Party
  • Space Dandy(?)
  • Kuuchuu Buranko (aka Welcome to Irabu’s Office)
  • Utena the movie(?)

Did I miss anything? Let me know. ;)

Petals for Scars

Title: Petals for Scars

Paring: Pynch (Adam/Ronan)

Rating: T

Summary:   “The flowers are supposed to bloom when you’re ready to fall in love, so he waits every day to watch them wither on his wrist, decaying into the dead thing he’s become.” Soulmate AU.

A/N: Alright, first Raven Cycle fic! (First published fic in a while, actually). It had to be Pynch of course. Also, my first time writing a soulmate AU. This is one I found particularly interesting: where everyone is born with a tattoo of a closed flower bud and it only blooms when you’re emotionally ready to fall in love. I’m trying out a bit of a different style here so I hope you guys like this and a big thanks to those who read this over and gave me the confidence to publish it!

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This is part one of two, featuring Genji, Hanzo, McCree, Soldier 76, Reaper, and Torbjorn. Hopefully part 2 will be done and posted tomorrow with the rest of the guys. Going underived a read more because it got a little long


Genji

- He probably went looking for you and that was one reason for his being a playboy. He was trying to meet as many people as possible to try and find you

- But he doesn’t meet you until after he found peace from Zenyatta teachings. At this point he’d already given up on ever finding you

- As a cyborg, he gained the ability to see a few colors he couldn’t before

- Part of him worries that he won’t be able to see the addition of new colors when he meets his soulmate

- But it’s not long after Winston recalls everyone from Overwatch and he’s meeting a couple new recruits. He’s shaking hands with them and when he shakes the 2nd to last one the world bursts into color

- Turns out that he didn’t need to worry about knowing whether or not he’d be able to tell when he met you

- The two of you just stand there staring and holding each other’s hand. He’s wondering if you’re put off by his appearance until you throw your arms around him and say “I’ve been looking for you for so long”

Hanzo

- Hanzo is the opposite of Genji. He doesn’t want to meet his soulmate because he knows he has to marry for the good of the clan, no matter who his soulmate (there have Shimada’s who take their soulmate as a lover, but Hanzo wants to give them everything or nothing)

- He meets you anyways, before either of you are prepared for it. He’s dragging Genji out from a party and bumps shoulders with someone. The world bursts into color and both of you stagger

- Genji thinks Hanzo suddenly feels sick, and since he is concerned from him gets him out of there. It isn’t until later when Hanzo has recovered a bit that they realize that it was Hanzo’s soulmate. But neither of them know who it is and Hanzo has no desire to find out or so he tells himself

- The world is color now and it’s makes things more beautiful and more horrific for Hanzo. He can see the color of the cherry blossoms but he can also see the color of Genji’s blood when he kills him

- It’s years later when he finds you again, after he has forgiven himself and joined Genji at Overwatch. They return to Hanamura and this time, when he brushes shoulders with you, the colors don’t appear but they do get brighter. He hadn’t even noticed that in the years since your first meeting that they had dulled

- This meeting goes much better and the two of you have done some not-so-good things in yours lives, but you have each other, finally  

McCree

- In Deadlock, it was considered a weakness if you looked for your soulmate, or decided to associate with them if you did

- It wasn’t until he joined Overwatch and learned that that wasn’t normal for the rest of the world that the thought of finding you and actually having a life with you crossed his mind

- He started looking for you whenever he could, meeting as many people as possible

- But Overwatch gets disbanded and he goes on run and he still hasn’t found you

- He stops looking because he doesn’t want to drag you into the mess that is his life

- One day he’s running from some cops and he runs into you, literally

- The world bursts into color. That you have pretty hair is the first thing that pops into his mind

- But unfortunately for him, you’re a cop so you arrest him, soulmate or no

- But he breaks out of jail, and of course he doesn’t do the sensible thing and run but shows up at your house and makes you coffee

- You talk to him and at first it’s just a way to stall until you can arrest him again but he’s charming and kind and you just kind of let him go

- He texts you as he travels around the country and calls you when he can. He even visits a couple times. Over time the two of you develop a friendship and then a relationship and when Overwatch reforms you join and you and Jesse get the chance to actually try being a couple

- Spoiler alert: You guys are perfect for each other

Soldier 76

- So Jack was probably pretty idealistic when he was younger, so he was very enthusiastic about meeting his soulmate and he looked for you wherever he went

- Years passed and he became Strike Commander Morrison and he gave up on finding you. He accepted that he probably was never going to meet you and he accepted that even though it pained him

- He meets you after he becomes Soldier 76 and he’s fighting Los Muertos. You’re a civilian and he tackles you to block you the gang’s weapon fire

- The moment he tackles you, both you’re visions of burst into color

- He’s been trained to well enough that he doesn’t stop fighting but doesn’t mean he’s not shocked. Immediately after the fight he vanishes again

- You’re shocked that your soulmate is an infamous vigilante

- He reappears that night in your apartment. He doesn’t know what to say but he knows he can’t leave

- You’re still mildly freaking out at his identity. You freak out even more when he tells you he’s Jack Morrison

- He tells you about the fall of Overwatch (as much as he knows anyways). It all comes out in flood, he’s been alone so long that he’s forgotten how good it feels to have someone to trust. And he does trust you, even though he just met you

- You listen to all he has to say. You remember when Overwatch was a force for good and saved the world. You decide you believe him, he’s your soulmate what else are you going to do?

- He stills goes off to try and find out the whole truth of what happened, but he keeps in contact and comes to see you. It doesn’t take long until he’s referring to you’re house as ‘home’ even though after Overwatch fell he said he’d never have a home again

Reaper

- Gabriel is more idealistic when he was younger so he definitely search wherever he could for his soulmate. But he wasn’t expecting them to find you in the middle of a war zone

- You’re one of the many nurses helping the civilians injured by the Omnic War

- But when both of your visions suddenly turn colorful, you’re more surprised than he is

- You weren’t expecting the great Gabriel Reyes to be your soulmate

- Both of you are very busy with the war but it doesn’t mean that you don’t make as much effort as possible to get to know each

- This relationship continues after he becomes the head of Blackwatch

- It continues right up until the explosion at the Swiss Headquarters when he dies and you’re vision goes back to black and white. Over the next few weeks your ability to see color seems to fade in and out, finally seeming to settle on being able to see a few washed out colors. You don’t know what it means but you’re determined to find out. After all, if you still seeing colors then he can’t really be dead, right?

- You go his funeral, both the public one and the private one for his closest friends. Angela doesn’t meet your eyes at either one

- You spend the next few years secretly looking into what really happened when the base exploded

- Talon notices, and they don’t like it so they send a few agents to ‘deal’ with you. Unfortunately for them, they send Reaper, not realizing that you’re his soulmate (you kept that fact hidden). The moment he realizes it’s you he kills the other agents before you even realize that they’re there. He doesn’t plan on revealing himself to you, but he didn’t know that the closer he got the brighter your vision became (after Mercy revived him he was still able to see in full color). He’s hiding in the shadows behind you when you turn around and say “Gabriel? Is that you?”

- So he reveals himself to you and steps out of the shadows. You stand there, staring at each other until you reach up and gently remove his mask. He looks different, there’s scars and bits of his flesh drift away as smoke, but it’s him and you missed him so much

- You join him in his quest to find out the truth about who betrayed Overwatch. You have to relearn each other all over again, but neither of you really mind

Torbjorn

- There’s a reason that Torbjorn seems to be married to his turret

- He met you when you were kids, about 5 or 6. You went to school together and one day playing tag at recess he was ‘it’ and tagged you

- The world burst into color and both of you started crying because it hurt your brains to process all the new colors and neither of you knew what was going on

- It doesn’t take long for the teachers to figure out what happened and call both your parents

- It’s rare to find your soulmate so young, but you’re parents are thrilled that you won’t have to ever wonder who your soulmate is. Plus, both pairs of parents know each other and know that they’re good people

- It takes a few years for you both to realize what being soulmates means, but the two of you have already become friends.

- That friendship only grows as the years go on

- You both join the Ironclad Guild and help design the Titan class omnic (the giant one that Torb is fighting in his comic)

- The two of you are incredibly skilled and talented engineers, some of the best in the world

- One day you head to Russia to act as a consultant for the Volskaya Corp.

- A few days after you’ve left, Torbjorn’s vision fades to black and white, the color slowing draining away. He doesn’t know that you’re bleeding out in the snow in Russia, one of the first victims of the Omnic War.

- A few months later Torbjorn will join the original Overwatch Strike Team to fight back against the omnics

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“They just can’t get anything right!”

I was talking with @gomboc123 the other day about her lovely Tangled AU, I couldn’t restrain myself from drawing this loser with his wanted poster. It was so much fun to play with this AU and I am most definitely gonna return to this universe.

All you people who suggested Ron Mustard as his name need help. You know who you are.

Have you been in a loop lately? Do you feel like you’ve been living the same day for months on end? It’s really not your fault, life tends to water us like we were meant to be more than just overgrown weeds waiting for the lawn to be mowed. It’s really not your fault, things will work out just fine if you take a second to ponder. Think about your many what if’s and what could’ve have been realities. It’s really not your fault, you’re allowed to cry. Do you ever wonder why the moon is constantly in a state of change? Or how the sun likes to sleep right when the party starts? It’s okay to feel alone, it’s okay to be weak every now and then, you are allowed to be human. Your soul demands it. It’s really not your fault, you’re just tired of the bullshit. So breathe in and breathe out. Your favorite people won’t leave without you. Your favorite song will still be your favorite song when you wake up from a long night. You are strong, you are going to be amazing some day. It’s really not your fault, the universe has a weird way to tell us hello. You get to have feelings for people that you shouldn’t. You get to have feelings for people who are no longer there. Although they’ve hurt you, once upon a time– they loved you. It’s really not your fault if you’re living in the past tense, just remember that your present is just as important. Your future is just a curious version of yourself waiting to burst into colors like a box of melted crayons sitting inside of a summer heated car. Do not be alarmed, you’re just melting. It’s okay to be colorful. It’s okay to properly deal with your hurt by eating your favorite ice cream. It’s really not your fault, they’re just learning too. It doesn’t matter if you start today, tomorrow, next week or next month– it’s just important that you start. And love does have a strange sense of humor, it was just a normal day, you just wanted to buy that new book that you’ve been anticipating for months. You get to fall in love with strangers. You get to start anew. No one’s going to judge you harder than yourself, so get used to loving that pretty smile. Get used to being happy. It starts when you’re ready, so like a masterpiece– you’ve been a blank canvas and the painting is already there, you just need to paint. Prepare your bristles and spray down your palette. You’re going to be someone’s somebody. Your voice will be their favorite song. Your skin will be their favorite chorus, how many times will you hold my hands today? Enough to speak the miracles into truths. Enough to spill ink around the moon. Mask the intensity with a splash of nervousness, won’t you let the real you come out to play? It’s really not your fault, you’re just you. As lovely as you have always been. As good as you’ll try. Arms stretched out to grab the sunrise, won’t you be my favorite rhythm tonight? The wolves will howl, the stars, they’ll shine. It was never our fault to live this life of ours, so go out and live it because you’re the only you that’ll ever happen today. As a matter of fact, it’s almost unbelievable that you’re here. Unique as they come. You’re like the sky, we’ll never experience the same sky twice. There will never, ever be another person like you on this earth ever again. I want to hug you good morning. I want to kiss you good night. So write these poems into your eyes and blink twice because life was meant to be nice, you were meant for this. Whatever your “this” is today, go out and do it. You were designed for this, from head to toe, you may fall, you may tip over, you may try to deny your own beauty– but the stars don’t lie, you were born from the very star that keeps you alive day after day. Don’t waste a single second living the same day over and over again. Wake up, you have changed. Each day bleeding into the next, you weren’t meant to be ran over by a lawn mower. You’re just waiting for the right person to dry press you into their journal. You’re just waiting for the right person to write about you. So I’m writing. And this? This isn’t your fault. We’re all built to be flawlessly flawed, beautifully beautiful, and enchantingly enchanting. It’s really not your fault that I’m writing about you. You needed this.
—  It’s really not your fault.
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Mesmerizing Animal Watercolor Portraits by Luqman Reza

Indonesia-based artist and illustrator Luqman Reza a.k.a Jongie paints surreal watercolor portraits of animals set in a fantasy landscape. Each image is permeated with vibrant colors, bursts of flowers and energy, and the artist’s signature touch dubbed the “magic effect” which turns the reference artwork into a unrestrained journey of his imagination.

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You should wake up slowly...

…in a warm bed, cocooned in the softest blankets, your body spooned against Harry’s as his fingertips trace the curve of your hip.

“Up yet?” he whispers into the nape of your neck, voice hoarse from a good night’s sleep in a way that raises goosebumps down your spine. He flats his hand against your belly and gently grinds his hardness against the dip of your lower back.

“Mmmm,” you hum in confirmation, breath hitching when the next little grind wipes thick moisture that’s slicked through the front of his boxers against your skin.

“Up enough to love me a little?” he almost-whispers, the desperation nestled in his voice reflecting the way he’s pressing against you and making you moisten the inside of your panties.

Yeah, you’ve got some errands to run today, some places to be, but hell if you’re not always willing to shift things to the back burner when this man wants you, and you give him your answer by rolling over on top of him and pressing his shoulders flat against the mattress so that you’re straddling him and he’s on his back. His eyes are as swollen with sleep as you imagine yours are, lips puckered for you, wet and cranberry colored. You press a kiss to that mouth, sighing when you smell yourself on his breath from the things did to you last night.

“Want it gentle, if that’s okay,” he says even softer as he snakes a hand down between your bodies and pulls your panties aside. “Still a bit sore from last night,” he admits sheepishly, and you pull back to see a little grin play at his lips as both of you remember the savage way he’d fucked you, the moment he’d screamed for God and the orgasm that hit so hard there were tears.

The memory almost brings a fresh set of tears to your own eyes as you nod and roll your body against him. “Yes, love. That’s okay.”

Harry maneuvers himself out of his underwear and you guide him inside of the place that you keep wet for him, his body shaking under the force of his own arousal as he sinks in deeply. You flatten your torso against his, your hair cascading over both of your faces as you wrap your arms tight around his neck. You set a slow pace pace, riding him in lazy figure eights, biting your bottom lip against the excruciatingly delicious feeling of his thick cock dragging around in circles inside of you.

“God, this pussy…” he whimpers, fingertips digging into your hip as he rocks his hips upwards against you. “So fuckin’ tight… after all the the times I’ve stretched yeh, you’re still so, so fuckin’ tight.”

“Always gonna be this way for you,” you remind him, a hot promise against his collarbone as you grind down a bit harder for him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You continue to ride him gently, unfocused on your own orgasm if you’re honest, just completely caught up in the way that Harry moans your praises, grabs at your hips and bucks up sloppily against your sex. He is desperate for you, and this morning it shows, and you’d be hard pressed to think of anything more fulfilling this.

“Don’t hold back, if that’s what you’re doing,” you say against his collarbone when you feel the telltale trembling of his abdomen. “We’ll take care of me later, okay? Want you to let go now.”

He moans at that and reaches up to fist his hand in your hair in the way that he does when he’s just barely holding on. “Sure?” he asks, even though his strained voice and taught limbs tell you his body is about to make the choice for him, with or without your blessing.

You nod, the curtain of your hair shaking around you both as you keep riding him, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip in concentration. You’re spurred on by the realization of how lucky you both are to have the first sensation you feel today be that of one another, but you try not to let it rile you. He’d asked for gentle, hadn’t he? So, that’s what he’ll get from you. If he wants it rougher, you’ll let it be of his own accord.

He holds you against him impossibly tighter, his arms shaking as they dig into your back. “I love you,” he huffs. “Christ, I love you. I love you and m'yours.” They are desperate promises and frantic truths, tumbling from his lips freely, uninhibited by the intensity of those last few moments before orgasm. “M'gonna cum for you, sweet girl. Already. God, look what you do to me…”

You lick an encouraging stripe up his bottom lip and he makes a sound that’s close to sobbing, pushing his hips up in staccato as you relish every word he wheezes into your mouth. Things like, “s’all for you” and “every last fuckin’ drop” as he finally loses control.

He bucks up so hard you see colors against the back of your eyelids, oranges and reds and yellows like the sunrise outside your bedroom window. Colors that burst bright as he gasps and pulses and squirts the culmination of your love making inside of you. You stay right against his chest, cocooned under the covers, letting him rock into you until he’s drained, until you giggle, until the both of you can see a little clearer and until it’s time to start the day.

Yeah, you should wake up slowly…

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Guardians of the Galaxy, Peter Quill x Reader, SMUT

Rated: R (for sexual situations)

Word Count: 3007

anonymous asked: so reader and starlord have been dating for a few months. no sex but lots of flirting/touching. one night they finally go past a makeout session and the reader knows what’s about to happen. she’s scared cause she’s still a virgin and to expose herself cause she has a lot of stretch marks on her tummy and hips. she kinda breaks down but quill adores her stripes anyway.

Sorry it took so long to finish this one, but I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!

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I was thinking about Stiles & Derek meeting by chance a few years after Stiles graduates college. It's a quiet reunion for all that they both feel like the world's suddenly burst into color & sound. They stare for a long moment, then exhale almost in tandem as they move closer together, closing the small distance like they're being pulled by a string or magnetically charged. They're right in front of each other in the space of a breath, unstoppable smiles curving their mouths up, (1/2)

“hi” pressed into one another’s shoulders as they move into each other’s arms. They hold each other for a long moment, the noise and movement around them ignored as they pull away, fingers trailing down arms, resting on hips, neither letting go completely; the world narrowed down to just the two of them. They look at each other in soft wonder, almost afraid to look away. 

After another long moment, one of them suggests they sit, they end up close enough to feel each other’s warmth & talk until the sun sets. At some point, their hands found each other & they’re both pleasantly surprised to find them still entwined when they get up to get dinner. They stay that way until they’re seated. By the time the meal is over, they’re holding hands again, still not eager to let go, but this time it’s not for fear of it all being a wishful dream, but because the warmth of hope and the feeling of a new start that’s welling up in the scant inches between them.

This is so precious, Rachael <3 I honestly have nothing to add.