so that Even says “I heard you and Isak talked about Mikael” tells me that that little tiredlooking dude had the courage to confront Even after the Yousef clip about Mikael again and was shotdown again ….
The festivities have
already stretched long into the day’s golden hour, and they have
snuck away for their own private ball. They can still see moving
people moving and laughing inside the palace, but there is only peace
out here. The Madame and the Maestro have not stopped their
delightful music, surely, but no sound reaches their ears, not here;
in the quiet beauty of nature they find their own song.
He can’t stop
looking at her. His step is as swift and fluid as it was in those
darkened nights when the ballroom was dusty and she floated around
him, unable to stay completely still. His eyes define blue, and even
the cornflowers surrounding them cannot compare to the vibrancy his
irises hold. He does not smile; only pauses every so often to kiss
her cheeks, her forehead, her neck. After all, happiness is not the
only emotion that is felt tonight; there is also love, relief,
sonder. Those don’t need to be expressed with a smile. They had the
rest of their lives to smile and laugh. For now, they only needed to
feel each other and know that they were there. And tonight, he is
flying in her eyes.
And her eyes hold
more light than the sun itself; she is glowing, she is radiance
incarnate. Her entire expression is fixated on his, and she does
smile—a dazzling, joyous thing that does not belong on this earth.
Her hands grasp his own, her mere touch setting him aflame with
desire. Her movements are not as coordinated; she still has feathers
where her feet are, but he doesn’t mind, how can he, when he’s
lost in her, her being, hereverything. He does not deserve her. What could
he have possibly done to earn this very moment? Everything is so
light, so weightless, and here she is grounding him, burning through
him. It’s all upside down.
Hours later—or has
it been minutes?—they do hear music in the gardens. A few hedges
over, hidden from their sight, a violin sings something young
and light to the golden sky, which is beginning to mingle with
pink from the clouds. They glance at each other and laugh with the
knowledge that they’re not the only ones that have left the
festivities for a little while. They lean into the music and fall
into step with one another. Despite its quiet tones, it is a melody
that’s quick, full of vivacity, and they try to keep up. She trips
over her feet and falls towards him, but he has a quick hand and
doesn’t just catch her. He sweeps her off her feet and spins her
around, not even missing a step. She giggles as he sets her back
down again, and soon they are both spinning around each other, hands
wrapped around each others’ waists.
But then she becomes
too tired, and he becomes too lost, and they sit on a bench, facing
the west, watching as the sun slowly begins to brush the tips of the
mountains. Her head is on his shoulder, his arm wraps around her.
They will rejoin the others soon, but they only have need of each
other at the moment.
“I love you.”
Three words, but they are pure, untempered,
so full of emotion; she’s close to
He laughs and turns
to kiss her slowly. She caresses his face and he responds in kind,
running his fingers under her wig and through her hair. He smiles, and stares at her with eyes that challenge the sky.
I didn’t see this up anywhere yet, but if there is one then please let me know! I also attempted a translation at his lines and so usual disclaimer about not taking these translations as gospel, blah blah.
EDIT2: Fixed some wording in Marx’s lines because I did his translations when I was still rusty from my translation hibernation. I’m confident in his S-rank line now btw… which makes sense if you’ve listened to Takumi’s lines.
If you build a house, you have to have a blueprint. Everybody understands that. But in the spiritual life they forget it. And if you don’t know the Beatitudes (Matt. 5:1-12), you don’t know God’s blueprint for your life.
The Lord said, “Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven.” Poverty of spirit is to be detached from the things of the world. You can have things or not have them. Some are so fastidious about the things they have that they refuse to let anyone use them; like a person who wraps their sofa in plastic, or when they get new carpet you have to enter through the back door.
You know, life is full of lemons. I learned that when I bought a car. The poor in spirit don’t mind the lemons in their lives. They recognize that nothing here is truly lasting. Even when a person who is poor in spirit desires something and doesn’t get it, they are at peace because they know that things do not bring happiness. The depth of their spirit is with God and they possess a sense of serenity.
Next, the Lord says, “Blessed are the gentle: for they shall inherit the earth.” Our Lord was very gentle. The gentle think before they act. (I have to work on it and work hard. My Italian temperament was not meant to be gentle.) There is a peacefulness in a gentle person, a depth of compassion. They think of others first. Everyone loves a gentle person. It’s hard to love a hothead.
Then the Lord adds: “Blessed are those who mourn: for they shall be comforted.” Does that mean that everyone who goes to a funeral will be blessed? It has nothing to do with funerals. It means blessed are those who mourn over their sins. A lot of people don’t mourn over their sins–heck, some people don’t even know they have them. What our dear Lord is saying is that when I mourn over my sins, He will comfort me. I am comforted when I go to confession. You see, the Beatitudes are multifaceted. They are the things of action, and things to be accomplished.
The Lord next says, “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice: for they shall be satisfied.” Do you hunger and thirst for goodness? Holiness? Do you hunger and thirst to see God? Have you ever longed in your heart to be rid of your sins and the inclinations toward sin? Have you ever thirsted for that freedom of a child of God? Our Lord promises you will be satisfied.
“Blessed are the merciful for they shall have mercy shown them,” Jesus says. We want mercy, but we don’t want to give mercy. Why? I don’t know. We just want those who hurt us to suffer a little bit. You ask the Father in heaven to forgive you. Now you must be willing to forgive others.
He adds, “Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God.” If you are not pure, your heart lusts after everything. Selfishness keeps you from being pure of heart. Most are so selfish; they don’t care for anything except what is in it for them. You must love your neighbor for more that what he’s going to do for you–and that, incidentally, is not love.
The Lord also tells us, “Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called sons of God.” He didn’t say, “Blessed are the peaceful,” He said, “Blessed are the peacemakers.” You have to make peace. We should settle problems as soon as they start, keep our mouths shut, and pray for our enemies instead of gossiping about them. You have to work for the kingdom. It won’t be easy, but do you want heaven or not?
Jesus then says, “Blessed are those who are persecuted for a just cause: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” Wow, you are promised a lot. I like this next part, “Blessed are you when people abuse you and persecute you and speak all kinds of calumny against you on my account. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward will be great in heaven; this is how they persecuted the prophets before you.” St. Luke’s beatitude adds a little thing that I like, it reads: “Rejoice when that day comes and dance for joy” (Luke 6:23). I ought to be dancing all the time. Most people just want to drift placidly along, taking no stands, ruffling no feathers. Well this last beatitude tells us we have to rock the boat a bit. And remember, if you don’t rock the boat no one will know how many holes it has in it.
WC: 1146 A/N: A little ditty about a “we hate each other” relationship with Calum, featuring the “oh my god we have to share a bed?!” trope. Hopefully I did this justice because I am a sucker for these situations (honestly I’d cry if I was in one, though). Enjoy!
“This is not going to work.”
The single full sized bed stared at you with teasing eyes. You were tired, the long ten hour drive wearing on your body, and all you wanted to do was sleep. The motel your friends decided was good enough to crash at only had four available rooms- which was perfect until everybody remembered that you and Calum were the only non couple on this supposed magical road trip. Putting you and your declared enemy in one room, with one bed that Calum was almost bigger than, was the worst idea that could have been hatched- but it was the only suitable answer to the problem.
“Would you rather be stuck between Mikey and his girlfriend? They’re probably going at it as we speak,” Calum rolled his eyes at you (and the thought of his best friend having sex). “So unless you want to be apart of a threesome, I suggest you put your pajamas on and get into bed.”
Your face scrunched up in disgust. Wearing your pajamas next to Calum in a bed that’s smaller than the both of you combined? Yeah right. That would only happen in Calum’s dreams; not like he dreams about you or anything. Definitely doesn’t dream about you.
Pulling your sleepwear out of your suitcase, a smirk played on your face as an idea struck you. “I’ll go put my pajamas on and get into bed, of course sir,” Calum’s face flushed at your words. “But why don’t you go sleep in the van? That works for the both of us.”
“Are you kidding me?! If I sleep out there, I will get killed!”
Before walking in the bathroom (which was almost smaller than the bed), you muttered, “works for the best of us.”
It was never really clear why you and the raven haired boy were always at each other’s throats. Ever since mutual friend Michael introduced the two of you, you had been fire and ice ever since. He didn’t like what you liked, you didn’t like what he liked. If you said something smart, he’d have a comment to refute it. If he had something smart to say, you’d have a eye roll ready. Fights would break out between you two almost every time there was an outing, which was why you were a bit against going on this trip. Michael had insisted, though, that he wanted all of his friends around- “this is for my birthday remember? I want everyone I love there, that includes you and Calum.”
Calum didn’t exactly hate you per-se. He just didn’t like the way you would always give him that look that indicated you knew something he didn’t. Or the way you always had comments about something. Or the way your fingers would constantly tap against your legs. He hated the way he became so entranced by the way your lips moved and the way they would curve into the smile that made him want to puke (burst from happiness).
You didn’t exactly hate Calum, either. He never had much to say unless it was about you. You just didn’t like the way his eyes always found yours and the way his fingers would ever so slightly touch yours whenever you were close. Or the way he would bite his lip when he looked at you like he wanted something but didn’t know what. Or the way he always went off to write songs after your arguments. You hated the his eyes gleamed with excitement that made you want to punch him (kiss him).
“Shouldn’t you be out in the van?” You grumbled when you saw Calum still in the room.
“I’m not sleeping in the van, Princess.”
“Do not call me princess, Hood,” you seethed.
He smirked at you. “Oh, is that another thing that ticks you off? Huh, guess your new name is princess, Princess.”
“If you have any common sense in that pea brain of yours,” you said, “you will stop talking and go to that van right now.”
“Oh but Princess,” he laughed at your command. “I thought we were going to have so much fun in that bed tonight.”
“You’re such an asshole, Hood,” you crossed your arms at the boy who was standing in front of you. He had stupid smirk on his stupid face and you just wanted punch him. Stupid. “Why do you even hate me? I’ve done nothing to you.”
He scoffed. “Why do you hate me? That seems like a better question.”
“I hate you because you hate me! I hate your face, I hate your laugh, I hate your eyes,” he took a step closer to you. He was enjoying this. “I hate how there’s always a girl on your arm. Like, come on, can’t you go a week without having some girl in your bed? Speaking of your damn arms, how can you be so fit? I have never seen you go to the gym since I’ve known you.”
You hadn’t notice how close he had gotten to you until his arm brushed against yours. You noticed every feature on his face- the constellations that hid behind his eyes, the two freckles on his left cheek, his lips- oh god, his lips. You admitted to yourself a long time ago that Calum was a piece of art. That was unquestionable by anyone. But here you were, adrenaline pumping in you, admiring these features that were sacred to only the ones who dared fall for him.
“I hate how pretty your eyes are,” you whispered. You felt him place a hand on your waist, in which your heart stopped.
You continued with a hush voice, “and the way you laugh is completely contagious. I have to bite my lips to keep from laughing along. I hate your lips, too. They’re so plump and unreal.”
“You should do something about them, then, if you hate them so damn much.”
“Maybe I will.”
“Go on then. I’m waiting.”
Your lips touched and it felt like sparks had burst out of the both of you, like every emotion you held for each other was bursting at this moment; hate, love, lust. Teeth clattered against each other, chapped lips healed one another. His nose bumped against yours which earned a small giggle from your mouth. He put a hand on your heart, feeling how fast it was beating from your nerves. It was different and new and exciting- you were being breathed in by the boy you swore was enemy no longer than four days ago.
Calum pulled away to catch his breath with his forehead resting on yours.
“I don’t think there’s a problem sharing that bed anymore, is there?”
You shook your head quickly before pulling him in for another kiss. There was absolutely no problem sharing the small bed; you two had made it work out heavenly.
People have always compared Min Yoongi to a cat, and he
has never had a problem seeing why. He doesn’t mind the comparison, really, but that doesn’t mean
he doesn’t secretly enjoy watching people’s eyes go wide when
instead of something small and fluffy and cute tucked under his arm or trotting at his heels,
they see a long,
dark pit viper coiled around his torso from shoulder to hip like a living sash. Because Suga’s no docile,
cuddly housepet, no, no.
He is razor sharp wit and cunning ambition hidden behind lethargic
indifference and a cheeky, easygoing sense of humor, restrained and calculated
to be sure, but a fierce, wild thing at heart nonetheless.
harry’s smile makes my heart flutter and it’s such a good feeling to see him so happy and goofy.. .. he’s so precious and adorable and i’m so overwhelmed, i love him to pluto and back and i’m genuinely so happy and proud for being a harrie, i’ve always been but right now it’s even more!!! overwhelming!
Request: ahhh, thats awsome!! okay, so the reader and parrish had something while his time in the army, but it didn’t really got serious. now the reader moves to beacon hills because of a job and she somehow ends up in his cop car at night and they do it in his cop car. ;)
Author’s Note: I am so excited to finally get this up! I had so much fun planning this out and writing it, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it! Here ya go c; AND I LOVE THE TITLE I CAME UP WITH, JUST SAYING! <3 Dear Lord, I am dirty…
Warnings: Smutty smut smut ^.^ and language…also, a lot of dirty talk (lol sorry, not sorry)
I walked down the street, heading back toward my new place. I was taking my time, enjoying the warm California night air. It was dark, being close to midnight, and I probably shouldn’t have been out alone, but I could take care of myself. My years in the Army had taught me how to defend myself rather well, so I wasn’t worried.
The moon was high in the sky, stars twinkling in between the few clouds. I watched the wind rustle the leaves on the trees as I made my way past, just taking in my surroundings and trying to learn everything I could about this new town. I heard a car getting closer, figuring it was just someone driving past, maybe some teenagers that were heading home from a party. When it slowed down, I got a little nervous, picking up my pace.
“Ma’am?” a familiar voice asked, making me turn around. I let out the breath I was holding when I saw that it was just a cop car. “Everything alright? Can I ask why you’re out so late?”
You wouldn’t mind me calling you my girlfriend? - Izzy Stradlin
Pairing: Izzy x Reader, Duff.
Can I request a jealous Izzy imagine, where the reader tours with the band and Izzy gets jealous at the fact that Duff is flirting with her even though he knows that he likes her, please
A/N: I hope this is what you had in mind :)
Going to a bar after a show was like a tradition, it was
their way to celebrate the successful show that had been played earlier that
night; so sitting on a table of a bar, with drinks, and girls all over the boys
wasn’t really weird. I was talking to one of the girls that was sitting with
us, and exchanging a few looks with Izzy, with my drink in hand.
“Hey do you know how pretty you are?” asked Duff, turning to
“Well you aren’t so bad yourself”
“No I’m serious”
“No, you’re drunk” I replied, before standing up, walking
towards the bar. I order a new drink, and I wait for the bartender to bring it,
when I feel a hand on my waist, I was ready to slap the fuck out this stranger,
but to my surprise it was no stranger, it was Duff, a smirk on his face.
“God Duff you scared me” I say, turning around when I hear
the bartender, taking my beer and pulling out a few dollar bills from my pocket
and handing them to him.
“I’m sorry darling I didn’t mean to scare you” he apologies.
Rolling my eyes, I start to make my way to the table, where I
see that Izzy is looking at us, completely ignoring the groupie by his side.
“Let’s go outside” he says, grabbing my arm, “What? Why?” I ask,
then I look at the table again and see that all the guys are with groupies, so I
look at Duff and we make start to walk towards the exit, side by side, I look
back at the table and Izzy is still looking at us, weird.
“You’re gonna walk through that door or you’re just gonna
leave me here” Duff said, making me look at him, he was already out of the bar
and had opened the door, “Oh yeah, sorry” I say walking out.
We walk in silence, side by side, but this time we are
walking on the side of the street, not cars passing by, not a single soul out
“So…why did you wanted to go out here with me? You could
have literary be fucking a random chick right now” I ask.
“I, well I don’t feel like fucking tonight” he admits and
Now that was a lie, he wasn’t going to tell you that this
was all a plan, he wasn’t going to tell you that he was trying to make Izzy jealous
so that he would finally make a move, he wasn’t going to tell you that Izzy was
crushing on you since forever.
“Well that is new” I reply, taking a sip of my beer, still
“You look nice” he says, eyeing me up and down.
“I am literally using the same outfit I’ve been wearing
since the morning Duff” I laugh.
“So? You still look nice”
“I have an idea” I say, a smile on my face.
“Oh no” he says.
“What?” I reply, putting my beer on the floor and raising my
“You have that look,
that look in your eyes that says dangerous, and smile that says ‘we’ll probably
“Duff come on, it’s not dangerous, well… I think so, and it won’t
get us arrested” I say, taking his hand and walking towards the middle of the
“Let’s dance” I simply add.
He looks confused at first, he looks at my face then smiles.
“Slow dance?” he asks, “Sure” I reply.
Duff puts both of his arms around my waits, and I put mine
around his neck, moving slowly, the only music is the one that comes out of the
bar, and it’s not really a song that you slow dance to, but really who cares. He
moves one of his hands and traces my arm until it reaches my hand, moving it
and grabbing my it and spinning my around, taking me by surprise.
“I didn’t know you could dance” I say, totally impressed by
“Darling, you don’t know a lot of thing about me” he says.
We stay in that position for a bit, his hand on mine, our
faces inches apart, not breaking eye contact for a second.
I break eye contact and he lets me go, I walk towards the
side of the road and sit down besides my beer, picking it up and drinking it. He
turns around, and walks towards me, sitting beside me.
“Hey, I have a question” he says
“What is your question Mr.?”
“Did you it fell from heaven?” he asks and looks at me with
“Oh god, no Duff”
“Should I call God? ‘Couse I’m sure he’s missing an angel”
“Oh dear Lord help me” I say looking to the sky.
“Do you feel tired” he asks.
I look at him suspiciously “Why do ask?” “‘Couse you’ve been
running through my mind all day”
“I swear to God Duff” I laugh.
“Really dude? That’s low” a voice suddenly says, making me
stop laughing and turning my head, seeing Izzy, a cigarette in his fingers.
“No, dude it’s not like that” Duff says, standing up, Izzy
huffs, bringing the cigarette to his mouth, I stand up, looking at the men,
“You fucking knew, and here you are, flirting your ass out, dancing
with her and all” Izzy says.
“What?” I say
“Dude come on, it’s not like that, I swear it’s not what you
think” Duff defends himself.
“Really, ‘Couse I think it’s just what I think is it” he
says, taking another drag of his cigarette.
“What is going on?” I ask, still looking at the two men, the
two of them turning their heads to see me.
“Izzy, it’s time buddy” Duff says, patting him in the back.
“Dude no stop” says Izzy, “If you don’t say it I will”
threated the blonde man, “You wouldn’t” fought the black haired man, “Try me”
this time Izzy stayed silent, taking his cigarette to his lips once again, drifting
his sight to the floor.
“Okay, Izzy has been crushing on you since forever” Duff
said “and I’ve been lame flirting with you so that he could get jealous and
then finally ask you out” he continued “I hope neither of you hate me”
My eyes were wide, my mouth was slightly opened, Izzy’s
cigarette had fallen to the floor and Duff left, walking towards the bar again,
not before turning back and winking at me.
“Is it true?” I interrupt
“Yeah… and I understand if you don’t feel the same way”
“For how long have you felt like this?” I look at him,
making eye contact.
“For quite some time now” he scratches the back of his neck “Look,
I don’t want this to affect our friendship, if you want we could just forget
about it, never talk about it again”
“So you just want to be friends?” I ask, looking down.
“Don’t you?” he says, getting closer to me.
“You don’t want to be just friends with me?” he asks with
“no” I say again, looking up to him.
“So you wouldn’t mind me calling you my girlfriend?”
“Would you mind if I kiss you on the daily basis” I ask.
“No” he replies; and so I do, I grab him by the neck and
kiss him, he takes my waist, and kisses me back, tracing his tongue through my
bottom lip, I open my mouth lightly and he explores my mouth, the taste of beer
and cigarettes doesn’t take me surprise.
Pulling back, I smile and so does he. “Does this means that I
can call you my girlfriend” “Yes” he kisses me again.
I just finished this and I’m actually kinda proud of how it turned out! I got the idea while watching RWBY with my mom and I’ve had the song Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey stuck in my head for about two weeks.
(Also, I know the words are a little hard to read so, it says: Dear lord when I get to heaven, please let me bring my man, when he comes tell me that you’ll let him in, father tell me if you can, all that grace, all that body, oh that face, makes me want to party.)
Me: Dear lord I would like to thank you for blessing us with the wonderful Webby Awards that took place on May 15th, 2017. I’d also like to ask that you please take better care of David William Duchovny and Gillian Leigh Anderson so they don’t further injure themselves in any possible way thank you.
Keep me safe, O God, I’ve run for dear life to you. I say to God , “Be my Lord!” Without you, nothing makes sense. And these God-chosen lives all around— what splendid friends they make! Don’t just go shopping for a god. Gods are not for sale. I swear I’ll never treat god-names like brand-names. My choice is you, God , first and only. And now I find I’m your choice! You set me up with a house and yard. And then you made me your heir! The wise counsel God gives when I’m awake is confirmed by my sleeping heart. Day and night I’ll stick with God ; I’ve got a good thing going and I’m not letting go. I’m happy from the inside out, and from the outside in, I’m firmly formed. You canceled my ticket to hell— that’s not my destination! Now you’ve got my feet on the life path, all radiant from the shining of your face. Ever since you took my hand, I’m on the right way.
Psalm 16 the Message
One of my fave scenes of the first hp movie is that one where snape said “up to something” the entire scene is gold because we got snape, in a time where he did not got along so badly with the trio just yet and he just goes to them and be like : the fuck u kids are doing inside in a nice day like this? we live in fucking england a warm day here happens like once in 1000 years and they all just stare at him and is so awkard and harry stares at him like the devil’ child and snape was not even outrage rude or mean in this scene and he seems so ofended to harry’ angry stare like:
“wow excuse me little shit, good day to you too, dear lord i was just saying hello, so very rude.”