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AN: See? I am actually working through these requests! It’s just taking awhile. Hope you like it!
A masquerade ball. What a strange idea. The student union is trying to find more “creative” ways to raise funds. Guess a rich university like Watford can afford to be creative. They’ve rented out some fancy hotel ballroom nearby, got the art department to make masks, the drama department to loan costumes, and for 20 quid a person, you can dance with fellow students. It’s absolutely ludicrous. And possibly fun. I desperately need some fun.
"progress playlist" "one of those days" "music to listen to during long car rides" "for when you're feeling romantic" "music my dog would prolly like" "songs i'd listen to w my pet cow" you don't have to do them all but here's some ideas !!
Personal - Kehlani
Glowed Up - KAYTRANADA
Biking - Frank Ocean
Piece Of Mind - Kehlani
HUMBLE - Kendrick Lamar
New Phone, Who Dis? - Flatbush Zombies
Cash Machine - D.R.A.M.
“one of those days”
Peach Pit - Sweet FA
A Song About Being Sad - Rex Orange County
Loner - Kali Uchis
You - Keaton Henson
Telegraph Ave. - Childish Gambino
“music to listen to during long car rides”
Suburbian Born - Kevin Abstract
Postcards Holiday - Boys Age
302 - MIKNNA
NOBODY HANGS OUT ANYMORE- London O'Connor
I Can’t Feel - Ethereal
AiCarumba - Telana
“for when you’re feeling romantic”
Fly Me To the Moon - Frank Sinatra
Japanese Denim - Daniel Caesar
First Love/Late Spring - Mitski
Shore - Daniela Andrade
It’s All Vain - Wet
I Want To Hold Your Hand - From “Across The Universe”
“music my dog would prolly like”
Half Dome - Toro y Moi
Junk of the Heart (Happy) - The Kooks
Man in the Sixties - Balue
Don’t You (Forget About Me) - Simple Minds
Houdini - Foster The People
“songs i’d listen to w my pet cow”
Hey Jude - From “Across The Universe”
Dancing in the Moonlight- Alt-J
Dreams - Fleetwood Mac
Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison
She Moves In Her Own Way - The Kooks
What if the team had to go undercover on a mission to get some intel on the Galra’s movements, and the only way to get close enough to their target is to infiltrate this fancy grand gala ball thing? Like, we’re talking full-out space ballgowns and space tuxes, everyone all sparkly and glittery, like something out of a fairy tale or disney movie or whatever. IN SPACE.
Allura is going, naturally. She’s a princess, she’s practically been raised by fancy space parties. But she needs an escort, someone to dress nicely and lead her by the arm and dance with her. Coran can’t do it, because he’s needed back at the castle to be their eye in the sky, ready to swoop in to the rescue if things go south.
Everyone, of course, assumes Shiro will be going then. He looks best in the suit after all.
But that’s when Shiro sheepishly admits that he can’t dance. Like at all. The man is graceful as a gazelle when fighting, but the second you get music and rhythm involved, he is all left feet. At first no one believes him, but then when he actually tries to dance with Allura he almost ends up breaking her nose, they all have to admit that Shiro can’t do it. He’ll only draw attention, and not the good kind. But who can do it then?
And that’s when Hunk, grinning like a loon, oh so casually mentions that Lance is a good dancer. Lance, who hasn’t been paying attention because Shiro’s dancing actually hurts to watch, suddenly finds himself the subject of everyone’s stares.
It turns out that Lance isn’t just a good dancer. He’s amazing. It runs in the family; his mom used to teach a salsa class, his older sister competes in dancing competitions, his dad first taught him how to tango when he was twelve. Hunk knows this very well, because when he and Lance first became friends, Lance offered to teach Hunk how to waltz for their first Garrison formal. Lance has basically been dancing since before he could walk.
A bit uncertain, Allura agrees to give it a try, and Lance takes Shiro’s place as her partner. They start off a bit shaky - Altean and Human dances don’t overlap all that much after all - but Lance is familiar with so many different styles that he picks up on what she’s doing quickly enough, and the two manage to dance together beautifully. Just like that, it’s settled. Lance and Allura will be going undercover together to get the intel, while the others act as backup in case anything goes wrong.
The mission, of course, goes horribly wrong, and there’s lots of screaming and lasers and trying to run in impractical shoes and escaping death by the skin of your teeth, but the important thing is that Allura and Lance get to dress all fancy and dance together and actually have a really good time. And Lance gets to show off his really sweet dance moves. Somewhere across the universe, his family is very proud of him.
“Silver Unending” Which way is up, no one knows! Using silver paint, I created layers of mountains, on top of shadowed pine trees. The sky glows in the background as green northern lights dance across
#oiloncanvas #universe #galaxy #northernlights #mountains #silver #oilpainting #fantasyart #metallic #illustration #conceptart #art #stars #thesaucydame
Let me tell you this, someone is gonna love you so much that it will hurt. It’s gonna make them feel like their heart is a glass that is overflowing, and that they cannot contain all that they feel for you. They are gonna look up at the stars, and wonder why love couldn’t just be placed in space, because the endless expanse seems like a more fitting place to store the fire that burns within them for you. They are going to want to weep, because that is the love escaping from their bodies; it’ll be too much to hold in.
You know what? You will feel this way too, but eventually those feelings are going to start to dry up, and you won’t always feel that way, but that is what love is all about! You must be consistent to fill that up again, to see the person you love, and to pour into what they have spilled out. This is how you make it work, by being active, and keeping that fire alive. The stars shouldn’t be the only thing that dances at night, teach your heart to dance along with all those beautiful lights that expand across the universe, because there is beauty in love, and the whole galaxy should be able to join in on it.
When Isii and Solas are captured by Templars, the Inquisitor can do little more than watch as the Rite of Tranquility is performed on her lover. But the Rite was never intended for a god. The Templars’ failure will change everything for both the Inquisitor and the man she once called Solas… Read Part 1 here.
“So,” Abelas said sharply as the doors shut behind him, reverberating across the stone of the small room. “You deceive those you count among your allies. Forgive me if I do not find this surprising.”
Fen’Harel watched the elf, a cautious tension in his gaze as he tucked his hands behind his back. “The woman who leads them knows my identity. It suits my purposes to leave it at that.”
“It is certainly a convincing disguise,” he said flatly. “I would not have recognized you easily.”
Fen’Harel fixed his gaze firmly on the sentinel. “There is an army coming, Abelas. Their leader is intent on tearing this world apart in his pursuit of power.”
The man sneered. “So once again, we are to defend against a force you led to our doorstep?”
“I have not led them here,” he corrected quickly. “I learned of their plan and hope to circumvent it. We have thought of our own countermeasures. Assuming all goes well, you and your men will never be endangered. However, if we fail in our attempts to stop their forces, we
ensure that the Well cannot fall into their possession.”
“My men and I will continue to defend this place,” Abelas said. “We have sworn our lives to see this temple protected.”
“And how many of you remain after all this time?” The elf stared back at him, his hardened expression unmoving. Fen’Harel took a slow breath, his gaze falling. “You cannot defeat an army. Even if you survive the first wave of attack, I can guarantee there will be others. Corypheus will not stop until the Well is his.”
“What, then?” he asked. “Are we to simply stand aside and relinquish the Well to one of these mortals you’ve brought here?”
Fen’Harel’s lips parted, a denial ready on his tongue, but he paused. “That is not my decision to make.”
Abelas’s brow furrowed. “Then whose is it?” A brief look of clarity only made his confusion deepen. “Do you mean to tell me you would leave it in the hands of that woman? The one who tried to speak for you?”
“She is their leader,” he said simply. “I follow her just as they do.”
I'm gonna need more of that When Jamie Met Claire AU
Dear Anon - I’m so glad you’re enjoying the When Claire Met Jamie AU! Unfortunately, that was originally meant as a one-shot, so I don’t have many ideas for future installments just yet…Until I can whip something up, here is the first chapter of a fic that has been bumbling around my brain for a while now. It’s kind of similar - more angsty, yes - but it does follow Jamie and Claire’s entire relationship throughout modern day. Hope you still like! :) - Liv
[December 24th, 1989]
It is the
beginning of their story, the first time Jamie sees her. The dividing line between
what was and what would be. The setting is a Christmas party: an Edinburgh flat,
roaring on the cusp of a new decade. Champagne bubbles in flutes and greetings. The players: just two university students,
dancing across a stage of shaggy green carpet, garlands of tinsel.
And the opening scene?
Well. It goes something like this:
She is wearing a
holiday sweater, a confection of silver bells and sequined penguins. It is the hard-won earnings of an hour’s wade through
mothballs, she says, of a knee-deep dive in the Goodwill bargain bin. All of this she relays to
Jamie with a smirk, a precocious, all-knowing smile that he will come to know so
The lights dim, and her eyes flicker. Lit coals in the flat’s half-dark. She smells of fresh rain,
of flowers just beginning to open, and the scent forms a sweet, perceptible
weight in the air. It settles on him, around him, when she leans forwards,
straining to hear his stuttered -
says, or tries to. He forgets his vowels and it comes as, “Hlllll?”
“Sorry – what
when his hand takes hers, crunches it firmly inside his palm. For
Claire, this moment will never lose its clarity, and in the years that follow she will argue that this is where their story begins: nestled in the slight curl of
Jamie’s lips. His voice, as smooth as the whisky he offers to pour her. Another
ugly sweater, this one boasting a lager-stained Santa and a hem of unraveling wool. The red string hangs there for her to tug, to close the gulf between them, and she does. Twenty one (him) and twenty two (her) years of strangerhood reduced to nothing - and then, so suddenly, transformed into knowing.
They make small
talk in the corner, mentioning the weather (“seasonably cold”) and her biology
exam (“after break”). Eventually Claire asks, “Do you know anyone here?”, and
bracketed inside this question is her secret hope that he does not. She wants to
believe that Jamie is on her side, that it is only the two of them (that it’s only
ever been the two of them) against
the world. She is so used to feeling alone in crowds – but here! Oh, but here in the rainbow glow of tree
lights, she feels a part of Something.
She holds onto it, wishing her hand was as big as his so that his curling lips
and his whisky voice would never seep through her fingers.
anyone,” Jamie confirms, “though I’m no’ sure that’s a bad thing.”
He inclines his
head towards the mass of bodies, all gyrating in a singular, chaotic wave. Music
plays in the background, oppressive and electronic, as a third year belts Bowie
between tokes. Jamie lets it fade away, forgets it all – the noise, how to blink,
how to breathe. Forgets everything except her.
with these people is that they think
they’re interesting.” She is yelling into his ear but even so, it seems
strangely intimate. Every word exchanged is a secret between them, one they
tuck inside their pockets, will place under their pillows when they lay their heads
to sleep. “But they aren’t – not even remotely!”
“Weel, fortunately you’ve met me now.”
“Mmm. But are you truly
interesting or only remotely?”
“That’s for you
to decide, lass. You being the expert on such things.”
Claire grins at
the floor. “You haven’t even told me your name, y’know.”
he says, all too quickly, and he’s unreasonably embarrassed. James, he thinks – what an unremarkable,
commonplace name! How many ‘James’ were in this very room, wearing equally hideous
and soiled sweaters? How many ‘James’ had she met in Scotland? Would she even remember
him, one of 337 (to be precise), after this night? (She would, of course. During
her biology exam, she will think of James Fraser and leave fifteen questions
blank. She will get a C – a grade as average as his name.)
“But you can
call me Jamie,” he adds over the roar.
Beauchamp. Just plain Claire Beauchamp!”
Jamie laughs – a
beautiful laugh, the best laugh, a laugh Claire will spend the rest of her life
wanting to hear (she will have to work harder on certain days).
“If I call ye
anything, it’ll be ‘Sassenach’. Whereabouts in England are ye from?”
smiles – a beautiful smile, the best smile, a smile Jamie will spend the rest
of his life trying to earn (finding success and failure in turns).
birth,” Claire says. “But from nowhere, really.”
hearing the third-year shout – “Bowie, man! Greatest artist of all time!” – and
swears the kid is wrong. It’s God who
was the greatest artist, and this six-foot deity with his lager-stained knit was His chef d’ouevre.
“Do you want to
make this night interesting, Jamie?”
depends…What d’ye have in mind?”
for his hand, and he gives it to her. Jamie squeezes, she squeezes back. She
leads him through the throng. He follows, licking his lips and at her heels.
(Who knew it
could ever be this easy? Falling in love.)
I want to devour the world with you, I want to dance across the skin of the universe and raise goosebumps wherever we tread. I want to flourish by myself but I want to flourish beyond with you, I want to go beyond being a mere flower and become a solar system in bloom. I am yours, my dear, and you need to understand that. You have my heart, do with it what you will. does that make you tremble, make you anxious with responsibility? Hearts are fragile things after all. But you have to trust me on this - I would not surrender such a thing if I did not think you capable to holding it with an unshakable touch. Don’t be afraid, my dear. I’m not. Fear is the enemy of love and yet love is the enemy of nothing. Love embraces fear as I embrace you. The only way to kill your monsters is to kiss them on the brow and accept them as beings of your own creation, beings that are therefore beautiful and sublime. Let us create something other than monsters, though. Let us create angels and phantasms, words that flutter between our minds. The moment you stop fearing eternity will be the moment you can embrace it. It will be the moment you will not tremble at the notion of immortality. I know you are not one to admit fear, but I know you well enough by now to see it in your face, to hear it in your voice. Do not be afraid, my dear, for there is nothing to be afraid of. We cannot let our imagined futures crush us in the actual present. We cannot let dreams and nightmares stop us from waking up and smelling sunlight on the sheets that cover our mutually naked bodies.
concept: me reaching into the night sky and picking a star as if it’s a dandelion, making a wish and getting covered in the cosmic dust,smiling each time I see sparkles in the mirror,knowing that everybody i meet is witness to the light of the universe dancing across my skin.