extraordinary humans

To those living with depression, anxiety, bpd, autism, anorexia, bulimia, physical disabilities, severe phobias, schizophrenia, trauma or any other mental/serious physical illnesses: thank you for being strong, extraordinary human beings. I know you hear this often (at least I certainly hope you do), but you are beautiful, resolute people, and you deserve so much more support & appreciation than you receive. Thank you for coming this far, and I’m rooting for you as you continue to fight.

Amerindian signs

The Otter  January 20 - February 18

Originally posted by artyscorner

A little original, adventurous and unorthodox, the Otter is an animal difficult to identify. His methods are perceived as unconventional, and they are often not the first ones chosen by the rest of the community to carry out a task. This is a serious mistake on the part of the others - because even if they are sometimes strange, the ideas of the Otter are actually, in general, rather effective.

Yes, the Otter has an unusual way of seeing things, but it gives humans an extraordinary imagination and brilliant intelligence. Often very intuitive and capable of a great sense of perception, the Otter makes a very good companion, and can be very attentive and loving.
In a positive environment, with love and attention, the Otter is sensitive, sympathetic, courageous and honest. When left out, the Otter may be unscrupulous, rebellious and isolated.

The Wolf  February 19 - March 20

Originally posted by won-der-land89

Deeply emotional and passionate, the Wolf is the animal par excellence of love and passion, both in the physical and spiritual sense of the term. The Wolf knows that love is the greatest of natural forces, and he is entirely capable of supplying it with all his might.
If one considers his desire for freedom and ferocious independence, one realizes that the wolf is full of contradictions. He may be Solitary Wolf, or Mother Wolf, protective and filled with love. The Wolf needs his freedom, but he is also gentle and full of compassion.

In a positive environment, the wolf is intensely passionate, generous, deeply affectionate and gentle. When left out, the wolf may be recalcitrant, obsessed, vindictive and resentful.

The Falcon  March 21 - April 19 

Originally posted by sdzsafaripark

The Falcon is the animal of the born heads. It can always be consulted in order to have a clear and impartial judgment in delicate situations. The Falcon never loses time, knows how to strike / act at the right moment and beat the iron as long as it is warm. When something has to be accomplished, he knows how to realize it and act accordingly.

Very persistent, and endowed with a strong sense of initiative, the Falcon is a born leader and he wants to triumph. He is sometimes considered vain - but he is often right in his opinions, so this little touch of arrogance is understood and accepted by others.

In a positive environment, the Falcon can accomplish great things, and he knows how to feed passion and fire in relationships, while keeping some compassion. When left out, the Hawk may be vain, impolite, intolerant, impatient, and too sensitive.

The Beaver  April 20 - May 20

Originally posted by pakkastassu

Take charge, adapt, to overcome the obstacles … Here is the Castor’s motto. Very talented for trade-related things, the Beaver knows how to do the job with maximum efficiency and plenty of aplomb. Strategic and cunning, the Castor is a force that can be relied on for everything that is business, diplomatic and combat.
You have to think twice about whether you want to challenge the Beaver verbally and play the smartest with him - because his mind and mental acuity are sharp as razor blades. The Beaver seems to have everything for him, but his tendency to want to always do things the way he wants otherwise nothing can get him into trouble.

Yes, the Beaver is clever, but the bearers of this Totem may have to work their sense of tact. In a positive environment, Beaver can be compassionate, generous, helpful and loyal. When left behind, the Beaver may be nervous, cowardly, possessive, and somewhat arrogant.

The Stag/Deer  May 21 - June 20

Originally posted by kryzx

This Totem animal is in a way the muse of the Amerindian zodiac. The Stag inspires, it is filled with life and its spirit turns a hundred per hour. Featuring a “tailor-made” sense of humor, the Deer has a certain amount of talent to make almost anyone laugh. He can speak and speak verbally, and he loves conversations in general.
This, combined with his natural intelligence, makes the stag a guest of choice for parties and dinners, as it will always set the mood and entertain others. He is particularly aware of the things that surround him, and he is also very conscious of his own appearance … Some will say of him that he is a little self-centered. However, they will not blame him because he is very sympathetic and affable, which tilts the balance in his favor.

In a positive environment, the natural joy of life and the sparkling personality of the deer radiate even more around it. It emanates a force of inspiration for all positive and affectionate relationships. Left, the stag can be selfish, impatient, lazy and have mood swings.

The Woodpecker  June 21 - July 21

Originally posted by scientificphilosopher

The Woodpeckers are in principle the most attentive of all Totem animals. They are always listening, with a strong sense of empathy and understanding of others. It is a sign that one must seek when one needs comfort and help.
They make very good parents, friends and partners. They also tend to be naturally frugal, resourceful and organized.

In a positive environment, the Woodpeckers are devoted, loving and very romantic. When left behind, they can become possessive, edgy, jealous and embittered.

The Salmon  July 22 - August 2

Originally posted by wavegrower

Electrical but concentrated, intuitive and intensely creative, Salmon have fishing, to say the least! Their energy is palpable. Naturally motivating, their confidence and enthusiasm is very contagious for others.
Even when their ideas seem too far-fetched to function, they still manage to embark with others. Generous, intelligent and intuitive, it is no wonder that the Salmon have no difficulty in making friends!
This Totem also express a deep need to have a goal to achieve, a function, an objective. And when they embark on adventure, they know how to find volunteers to rally them to their cause!

In a positive environment, the Salmon is stable, calm, sensual and able to give a lot. When left behind, humans born under his sign can become selfish, vulgar and intolerant.

The Bear  August 22 - September 21

Originally posted by mizar113

Pragmatic and methodical, the Bear is the Totem to be called when an inflexible and upright hand is needed. Its practical, placid and weighted aspect makes it an excellent trading partner. It is often the voice of reason, in most scenarios, and it works well in duo with the Owl, which it complements and with which it restores balance. The Bear is also endowed with an enormous heart and unbounded generosity.
However, many do not even realize it because the Bear tends to be very modest, discreet and a little shy.

In a positive and loving environment, this Totem abounds with love and generosity in return. He also has a capacity for patience and a temperate character, which makes him an excellent teacher and mentor. Left behind, the Bear may be skeptical, slow, petty and reclusive.

The Raven  September 22 - October 22

Originally posted by nitratediva

Extremely enthusiastic, naturally enterprising, the raven is a sacred charmer! It seems natural to him. One recognizes in him his energy and his lightness, and one often asks his ideas or his opinions.
It is simply because the Raven is a great idealist, and he knows how to be diplomatic and ingenious and clever.

In a positive environment, the Raven is easy to live, friendly and open, it can be as romantic and sweet. It is endowed with a certain patience and a natural intuition. When left out, the Raven can be inconsistent, demanding, vindictive and corrosive.

The Snake  October 23 - November 22

Originally posted by fencehopping

Most Shamans were born under the sign of the Snake, and it is the fetish animal of those who are devoted to the world of spirits. Those who are guided by the Snake are naturally spiritual and connected to the other worlds. They are easily attracted to ethereal kingdoms, and make excellent spiritual guides. The Snake is also respected for its ability to heal and heal, and it excels in the medicinal and medical field.
The preoccupations of the serpent for the unseen and the untouchable often lead others to find them mysterious, cold and even frightening, for they seem detached from the real world. True, the snake can be secret and have a dark side - it is also extremely sensitive, devoted to others and thoughtful.

In a positive environment, the snake can be passionate, inspiring, humorous, helpful and vigilant. When left out, the Snake may become depressed, violent, and prompt to abnormal mood changes.

The Owl  November 23 - December 21

Originally posted by ofallingstar

Changing and light as the wind, the Owl is difficult to pin down. With a warm, natural, sociable temperament, the Owl seems to be the friend of the world. Those born under his omen are known to throw themselves headlong into life, a hundred miles an hour, and adore adventure.
This can turn against her, for the Owl can be thoughtless, negligent, dizzy or even unconscious. The people guided by her make excellent artists, professors and environmentalists. However, they are extremely adaptable and versatile, allowing them to focus on virtually any field they want.

In a positive environment, the Owl is sensitive, enthusiastic, and has a great ability to listen. The owl may be excessive, too indulgent, and inconsistent.

The Goose  December 22 - January 19

Originally posted by cmdrkitten

If you want something to be done, go to the Goose. Persevering, determined and ambitious, the goose sets goals to accomplish and knows how to achieve it. The Goose is determined to succeed in what it wants to achieve, no matter what the price is - not to have the approval of others, because they are fighting against themselves and their internal enemy.
People born under the auspices of the Goose are naturally inspired and seem driven by an invisible force that drives them to realize things.
When their character is tempered by the loving presence of their family and friends, they can excel with the support of others and achieve virtually everything they undertake.

In a positive environment, the Goose can be very passionate, funny, sociable and even sensual. However, when left out, the goose may fall into obsession or addiction, which can cause its loss.

Ignoti Nulla Cupido (16/).

Prompt: Nat came to you in order to keep her and Tony’s promise to keep you safe, but how would they react when they’ll learn about the secret you’ve been keeping since you left Bucky’s side?

Word Count: 859.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: Nope, I’m giving you a break from the angst.

A/N: Sorry for the delay, but here we go again.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 |

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

Bucky did not move, not even a blink. His body was immobile, not capable of following his brain instructions as he observed the boy who just spoke to him. Barnes’ eyes were a completely different story, his gaze held so many emotions that it was impossible to signal them but fear and regret were the most prominent ones.

He feared for her, for the child standing in the cell’s threshold that looked at both of them with curiosity. Fear of the unknown, fear of himself not being good enough to pull his family from HYDRA’s claws, fear to say the wrong thing. Regret walked hand by hand with his fear; a regret he has been carrying in his heart since she left.

“Who are you?”

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I just have to say that Molly Hooper is anything but “ordinary.” But, even if she was - so what? What’s so wrong about thriving in life, ambition - developing and nurturing a successful career, loyal and loving toward your friends, caring for others, good, supporting those you find worthy of your time and effort? Actually, there’s really nothing ordinary about that. Kindness, patience, *integrity*, character, personal evolution and growth - those are qualities that are admirable and in a world that can go very dark at times, I find that quite magnificent.

Kindness and love is so often times mistaken for weakness, which says more about the people who see things that way than the individual who stays true to themselves, despite the opposition.

Molly might only have the mere screen time totaling some forty-odd minutes throughout the whole Sherlock series - but her presence is infused in almost everything. She is so much more than the trivial sound bites she’s been reduced to by lesser & bitter minds that are unaware and who are dismissive of the good.

Molly Hooper is heart and soul and she’s the woman who rocked Sherlock Holmes’s world. She is an extraordinary human being.

I’ve been greatly criticized for the attention to religion that I give in the books, but I’ve been criticized, on the whole, by people who haven’t read the books. My attitude to religion is that religion is a most interesting and extraordinary human phenomenon. I’m fascinated by it, interested in it, and at some points critical of it. And the points when I become critical are the points when politics come into it, and religion acquires political power — political with a small “p,” for example, within the confines of a single family, or Political with a large “P,” on a national or international scale.

When religion gets the power to tell people how to dress, who to fall in love with, how to behave, what they must not read, what they must not wear, all those things, then religion goes bad. … Religion is private thing, and a fine thing and a good thing, as long as it remains private. As soon as it becomes public and political, it’s dangerous. That’s the position I’ve taken up in the first series and the position this current one takes up as well.

Who was the Knife Wielding Assassin?

Prince Soma and Agni are attacked by two separate individuals. One with a gun…

…and one with knives.

There’s been a lot of speculation about who these two are, with the most common theory being they are Lord Sirius and Polarius, but I like to take a minute to look at the one with a knife or, as @abybweisse has dubbed the character, Knife Dude.

So, what do we know about Knife Dude or KD? First, KD is very fast. KD is by Agni’s side and is prepared to stab him before Agni even notices KD’s presence.

Agni attempts to fight back, but he’s unable to land a single punch during their struggle.

And KD is storng. Even Agni notices this.

This actually says quite a lot because Agni went toe to toe with Sebastian once with swords. He was not a weak or slow character.

I think that KD is either not human or a human with extraordinary abilities. Both are possible within the manga. We have a demon and reapers, so KD could be supernatural in nature. We have humans with abilities beyond most of humanity, so KD could be another one of those.


anonymous asked:

Hello! Can you please write a imagine with Raphael Santiago from Shadowhunters with the February prompt 37, 90 and 100. Can you make a Raphael x female reader? Thank you :-)

Raphael Santiago - “You can tell me anything”

“Did you enjoy it?” Raphael raised his eyebrows and folded his hands under his chin. He stared at your almost empty plate and already gestured the waitress to bring you the menu again so you could order dessert.

“Raphael…” You licked your lips and took a deep breath. “You don’t have to spoil me rotten each and every day of the week.” You smiled and placed your hand on your filled stomach. “But I did enjoy it, yes.”

“Good, because you don’t deserve anything less than the absolute best.” Raphael smiled back at you and once again you were surprised that his teeth were so incredibly white.

You had asked him more than once to turn you into a vampire, to make you like him.

So far he had always said no, telling you that this life was not something he wanted you to take lightly. Since that day he had been taking you to the most expensive restaurants as if he had been trying to show you what you would miss. “I’ve seen they have creme brulee on the menu.” He locked his glance with yours.

You paused for a moment before you swallowed. “Raphael, I think we need to talk about something.” You bent your head and placed your napkin on your plate. You didn’t need dessert. You didn’t even want the creme brulee.

“Of course, you can tell me anything.” Raphael leaned back in his chair. His ankle was resting on his knee and he seemed to make himself comfortable.

“I know that you are taking me to the best restaurants in the world to convince me that I would give up way too many things when I become a vampire and I know that you only tell me the horror stories and the downsides of being what you are, but…” You paused for a moment. “I’m afraid it’s not working.”

Raphael frowned his eyebrows and he placed both his feet on the floor again while he leaned towards you. “What do you mean it’s not working?”

“I think something else is happening.” You took a deep breath and hesitated for a moment. You knew there was no way back anymore. You had said a and now you would have to say b too.

“What is happening?” Raphael cocked his head.

“I think…” You paused for a moment. “I think I love you.” You didn’t dare to look up at Raphael, didn’t want to meet his eyes. “I know that we were supposed to be just friends. I know that you would simply take care of me until I had found another place to stay, but…” You eventually looked up and saw the surprise, almost shock on his face. “I love you. And you’ve only given me another reason to want to become a vampire. I want to be with you forever.”

Raphael didn’t say anything. He just stared at you. He stared at you and he seemed incapable of finding the right words.

“Can you please say something?” You bit your lip. “Anything?”

Raphael stood up from his seat instead. He walked towards you and kneeled down in front of you. His delicate fingers brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “No, I wouldn’t know what to say, but…” He pressed his forehead to yours. “Can I kiss you?”

“That depends…” You felt your heart racing in your chest and knew all too well that he could hear it. “Are you planning on turning me into a vampire?”

“No…” Raphael shook his head. “But I am going to make your human life extraordinary beautiful.”

You took a deep breath, but eventually you nodded and you curled your hand around his neck, closing the distance between your faces. “Okay…”


There’s so much I could say about this amazing man, but he’s not super fond of gushing and I don’t want to embarrass him. However I can’t help myself and I have to confess that this beautiful, kind, intelligent, all around extraordinary human has made me the happiest woman ever by being in my life. I truly did not know how much I could love someone before I met him. He makes my little emo heart want to listen to love songs 24/7. Happy Valentine’s Day, my love. 

Body and Soul - Namjoon

Group: BTS
Member: Namjoon
Type: Smut, Devil!AU
word count: 2947

A/N: when LOTR inspiration goes wrong. 

One dick to rule them all, one dick to find them
One dick to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them

He stood outside on the empty, sleeping street in the night. The lights inside the houses dimmed, the yellow lanterns lighting up the grey, dark road he was roaming instead.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose as he caught that familiar sweet scent again. The scent of his next victim. A sly smirk spread across his face as he casually headed towards the house effusing that distinct smell that made his mouth water and all the blood in his body flow down to one particular body part.

The window on the first floor was open on this hot summer night, the gentle breeze making the flimsy curtains billow, sending another dazzling whiff of that delicious aroma his way. He licked his lips as he stared up at the window, knowing he only had to climb his way through it to be with you.

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To the person I love that I haven’t met yet,

It’s been an odd timing. And we both know it’s unexpected. But I have been waiting for something like this for such a long time that I started doubting if it will happen, or if it still exists. So if you ever read this, I want you to know that I long for you, though we haven’t met yet but I’m excited to finally see you, I hope you are too. I cannot wait to finally have a long conversation with you at 2 am over a cup of coffee or chocolate with food that we bought at the convenience store. Even if you don’t love books as much as I do but I know you do, even if you complain most of the time about how tiring a day is, or how hot or even if your mood suddenly changes, even if you think you’re boring, well at times you are, I will still think that you are one of the most extraordinary human being I’ve ever met. And I will always like you, whether you’ve grown your beard once more, or your sometimes messy hair. I hope you’ll come to like the morning because now I do, I like waking up knowing I’d get to see a smile from you. And I hope you won’t get tired of listening to me once I started talking, or just hug me when words are no longer required because I am willing to share every part of me, even the little ones like singing randomly when you thought I was asleep already, or the lamest jokes I could come up with. Those are me, and I hope you’ll still love everything despite the flaws. Because believe me, once you’re mine, once you’re really mine, I will love you. I will always, honestly, completely, truly love you. I know you know that I already do.

James is one of the most marvelous actors whom I’ve worked with. One of the most intelligent I’ve ever met. He’s very very well trained, Shakespearean style. He is super professional and he wants to do everything to perfection and it shows in everything he does. He even does most of his stunts on Buffy. One time he even burned his hand, and he continued just the same. He’s simply and incredible actor and an extraordinary human being. I appreciate working with him every day. (Sarah Michelle Gellar)

(What’s Sarah like to work with?) A dream. She often has to be in situations where she’s cold or getting kicked, scratched, thrown down in bushes, she never never complains. She’s a complete trooper, she handles fame with grace. She just got me my chair back. Which has my name on the back. So I’m forever hers. (James Marsters)

Popol Vuh: The Definitive Edition of The Mayan Book of The Dawn of Life and The Glories of Gods and Kings

Popol Vuh, the Quiché Mayan book of creation, is not only the most important text in the native languages of the Americas, it is also an extraordinary document of the human imagination. It begins with the deeds of Mayan gods in the darkness of a primeval sea and ends with the radiant splendor of the Mayan lords who founded the Quiché kingdom in the Guatemalan highlands. Originally written in Mayan hieroglyphs, it was transcribed into the Roman alphabet in the sixteenth century. This new edition of Dennis Tedlock’s unabridged, widely praised translation includes new notes and commentary, newly translated passages, newly deciphered hieroglyphs, and over forty new illustrations.


anonymous asked:

It's funny bc my #1 JK ship is Jikook but my #2 JK ship is Jinkook and those two dynamics could not be more different from each other like JK always gets his way with JM but Jin freaking OWNS JK's bratty ass so :')

jinkook is such a delight, like brat!kook is certainly present in other ships, but it’s honestly nothing like it is in jinkook. i just keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, man…. jin may be an extraordinary human but he is still, in fact, human. if this was a slow burn fic we’d only be about 30k words in, well before shit properly goes down. one of these days, though man. oh one of these days. 

Idol (Snowbaz)


Simon Snow is a pop star. Basilton Pitch is a lesser-known singer and violinist. Obviously, Baz loathes Snow. Or does he?

“Bloody Simon Snow,” I say for the umpteenth time. “He doesn’t know the first thing about music! I’m so sick of seeing his stupid face in every channel on TV,” I continue as I turn off the telly.

“Stop ranting, Baz! You’re obviously jealous that he’s famous and you’re not!” My sister, Mordelia, she fucking adores him. Mother has bought her tickets for next week’s concert and wants me to babysit her. Outrageous. I think I’ll wear my headphones.

“He looks like a nasty copy of Troye Sivan to me,” I complain. “And, for your interest, I do have some fans, too. Not as many, but more loyal. Snow would be jealous of my fans. None of his snowflakes is as devoted as my rosebudboy61.”

Seriously, I think this guy has been stalking me. He has an insane amount of pictures of me on his blog.

“Sure, Baz. I think you secretly love him. You never stop talking about him.”

“I never stop complaining about him. And rightly so,” I say. “Anyhow, do you still want that ice cream?”

“Yes!” She shouts.

“Then let’s go before I change my mind.”

“I don’t understand how you can love pistachio ice cream so much,” I say, as we leave the ice cream stand.

“Says the guy who only eats pumpkin mocha ice cream,” Mordelia replies. “Like, how did anyone come up with the idea? It’s disgusting.”

I stick my tongue out at her. How ungraceful. I hope rosebudboy61 isn’t around to photograph me.

Suddenly, a mysterious person appears out of nowhere and bumps into me, spilling my ice cream on my new jeans. Great.

“Hey!” I yell at them. But they’re already running away. I didn’t even get a chance to see their face. Only a glimpse of their eyes. Blue.

“I think this belongs to that person,” my sister says, picking up something from the floor and handing it to me. An ipod.

“Well, it’s not like I can return it to them,” I say, dropping the rest of the ice cream in the nearest trash can. “Let’s go back home, so I can change into clean clothes.”

After my daily hour of practice, I feel a bit unsettled. It hasn’t been my best performance. I can’t stop thinking about the strange person with blue eyes.

Out of curiosity, I decide to go through the playlist on the stranger’s ipod. There are only ten tracks. I press play and put the earbuds on. The first song is Freckles and Constellations, by Dodie Clark. Wow, one of my favourites.

Next one is BITE, by Troye Sivan. I love this one, too. And Troye is ten thousand times better than Simon Snow.

The following song starts with a violin solo. One of my violin solos. Ice and Fire. And then, the sweetest voice starts singing my song. It’s a male voice. It’s the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard.

I keep listening to the tracks. More of my melodies sung by this brilliant singer. Until I reach the last track. It’s not a song, it’s a recording:

Hi, Basilton Pitch. I hope you are listening to this. What a stupid thing to say. Shit.” I laugh despite myself. “Anyway,” the voice continues, “I want you to know that you are my inspiration and the reason I am a singer.” There’s a brief pause. I can hear the boy heavily breathing. The next words are said so quickly I have to press replay to understand it. “If-you-want-to-meet-me-I’ll-be-every-day-from-four-to-seven-p.m.-at-Bea’s-of-Bloomsbury-back-table-I-love-you.

I look at the clock. Half six. If I take the Tube I can be there in twenty minutes. I don’t think it twice and dash out.

It takes me five extra minutes because I lose the first ride, but I’m there at five to seven. I go straight to the back table, and there he is. The stranger from before. Blue eyes. Where have I seen them before?

“Hello,” I say, as I sit on the chair opposite from him.

“Hi,” he greets me through his red scarf. It covers most of his face. I can only see his eyes. And a mole right under his left eyebrow. “I thought you wouldn’t come.”

“I came,” I say, stupidly. There’s something about this bloke that has me smitten. He’s going to think I’m a freak. “And I listened to the songs. You are amazing.”

“They’re your songs. You are the amazing one. I’ve been your admirer since you started your career.”

I blush. Jesus. Me, blushing.

We start chatting about music. It turns out we have very similar tastes. We keep talking about films, football and favourite food. He loves sour cherry scones. That’s why he comes here. He’s so awkward. I love it. God, I’m falling for this guy. Hard.

We keep talking and talking.

He makes a ridiculous joke about a vampire named Gampire, and I burst out laughing. It’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard, but I can’t stop smiling like an idiot.

I wonder if rosebudboy61 is here to capture this.


I can’t believe my thickness.

“Are you…” I start.

“Simon Snow,” he says at the same time I say, “rosebudboy61?”

What? Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Of course, it wasn’t real. Of course, I should have known it was a prank. Fucking Simon Snow. I hate him. I storm out of the cafe without saying a word.

“Wait!” I hear him saying. But I don’t stop. I don’t turn around until I’m home.

I spend the following days locked in my room. Mother comes to bring me lunch and dinner, but she doesn’t ask anything. I’m grateful for that.

I can’t stop listening to Snow’s songs. To my songs, with the painfully beautiful voice of Simon bloody Snow. I can’t stop listening to the last three words of the recording. “I love you,” I say at the same time. Replay. “I love you.” Replay. “I love you.” I throw the bloody ipod to the wall with all my strength.

At that moment, Mordelia comes into my room. I don’t know how she does it.

“Baz, you have to see this,” she says. “You won’t believe it.”

She carries her tablet with her and shows it to me. It’s a youtube video.

She presses play and I see Simon Snow. “This is an apology for Basilton Pitch. I never should have lied to you. I’m sorry. Everything I said was true, though. It was all real,” he says with his perfect voice. And then he starts singing one of my songs. A Charmed Life.

“There are dozens of them, Baz,” Mordelia says. “I didn’t know you knew him.”

“Neither did I, ‘Delia.”

The day of the concert I’m a wreck. I don’t know what to make out of this bloke.

Mordelia finds us place at the front row. Grand. I’m a bag of nerves.

After a few minutes, Simon Snow appears on stage. My stomach flips.

He starts performing without noticing me and I let myself enjoy it. His voice. Until, suddenly, blue eyes lock on mine. He seems lost for a second and forgets the lyrics. Then, I do something very unexpected. I smile at him. That seems to give him confidence to continue with the show. But he doesn’t stop looking at me.

At the end of the concert he says, “I would like to introduce you to someone very special to me,” I’m mortified. “Basilton Pitch. Please, come up.”

I do, because Mordelia forces me to.

Snow turns to his public and says, “This boy here has been my inspiration to become a singer. He’s an extraordinary artist and human being. He’s my idol,” he looks at me again and adds, “and I want him to be even more than that. Will you be my terrible boyfriend?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I’d love that.”

He drops the mic and takes my hands. My heart skips a beat. He squeezes them. I squeeze back. Then, he places a hand behind my neck and pulls me into a kiss. And I kiss him back. And kiss him. And kiss him.

The public cheers agitatedly. Mordelia is ecstatic. I can hear her from here.

After a few moments, we break the kiss. He takes his phone out of his pocket and takes a picture of us. “This one is for my blog,” he says, “I’m rosebudboy61.”

I laugh.

The crowd is shouting for an encore.

“Go on, then,” I smile at him. “Carry on, Simon.”


Ari: I don’t know why I wrote this. Hope you like it! I think I’m going to write a snowbaz one-shot every week or so. I feel the need. I’m so not over Carry On.

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the angel // 22 dec - 19 jan

“Angels often appear to people in the shape of humans of extraordinary beauty, and often are not immediately recognized as angels. They are described as pure and bright as Heaven; consequently, they are said to be formed of fire, and encompassed by light.”

“Capricorns are philosophical signs and are highly intelligent too. They strive to maintain stability and order. They typically take on other’s problems with aplomb but rarely share their own problems, and thus have a tendency to go through bouts of inner gloom after a spell of dwelling on these problems.”

[ aesthetic ] catchingoceans [ quote ] ben howard [ zodiac ] here


“Can you read my lips?”

This video is right. On. 

I used to remind my old manager almost daily, “lip reading is not a super power,” usually after he asked me to do something pretty impossible like join a conference via video and “get along” without an interpreter.  

Communication is not a given.  But when it clicks, something extraordinary…. human connection. 

That’s pretty hard to get when you’re staring at someone’s face, hoping to catch a word or two and piece together the rest… 

anonymous asked:

32. “Growing old is expected, but growing up that’s a choice!” with Tony pls?

“You’re kidding” you stared blankly at Tony, the gleam in his eyes told you he wasn’t. 

“Come on (Y/N) live a little” Tony grinned, he was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. You never imagined life as an Avenger this way, sure 94% of the time it was all about saving the world. Fighting against psychopaths who wanted total claim of the earth or battling humans with extraordinary abilities. But the other 6% of the time you never expected to play babysitter to some of the most extraordinary people in the world! 

“I do live Tony, I live in a world where I am far to old for this..” you gestured out at what Tony had just suggested for you too do. The others grinned from the end of the corridor. 

“Growing old is expected, but growing up that’s a choice my dear”  Tony dangled the fluffy socks in front of you. Like dangling a carrot in front of a donkey. You could feel your steel resolve crumbling as you team mates hollered and cat called at you. Scowling you snatched the socks from Tony who whooped in triumph. 

“And now Ladies and Gentleman, competing for the USA (Y/N) (Y/L/N) in the prestigious sport of Sock Sliding” Tony mimicked the voice of an old fashioned sports announcer as you glared at him from the floor as you striped you shoe for the ridiculous fluffy socks.     

“The floor is cleared as she lines up her run” Tony still narrating your movements. 

“I will knock your ass out Tony” you hiss, he takes the hint and backs of. Hand up in surrender. 

“Come on (Y/N)” 

“Yeah some of us are getting old over here” 

“You’re already old Capsicle” 

You focus your lips to stay in a thin line. But they twitched of their own accord, sure you lived with some of the most dangerous people. Having on of the most stressful jobs in the world. Where was it in the manual that you couldn’t let your hair down once in a while. All because Tony Stark was a child at heart. Taking one last breath you screamed as you went skidding down the hallway. 

Humans’ Intergalactic DNA

After the Anunnaki experiment other inter galactic civilizations explored your solar system and interacted with early humans. This was in your pre historical period, and I mean there are no written records other than the Sumerian texts.

Depending on how you classify intergalactic DNA you can safely say that over twenty galactic civilizations gifted you with aspects of their DNA. A gift is, of course, relative to the one giving and the one receiving. What is perceived as a gift by the giver may turn out to be a burden to the receiver. This is the paradox of reality.

From this vantage point, you are intergalactic royalty, a unique hybrid of a biological primate conjoined with the DNA from very advanced beings. The codons of your DNA spiral operate much like internal and external responsive switches. Some of the codons in your DNA become active when internal biological processes occur.

Other codons of your DNA respond to external cues in the environment. Your intergalactic inheritance encoded in the form of DNA is responsive to cosmic triggers. It is as if these advanced intergalactic beings that gifted you with portions of their DNA programmed the codons to respond to future environmental and cosmic triggers.

When the codons were introduced into your DNA these cosmic forces were in your future. Now they are in your present, and you are being activated by cosmic forces beyond your imagination. These cosmic triggers are streaming into your solar system from the center of your galaxy as well as from deep space. Furthermore, your codons are responding to changes in your sun.

All of this cosmic activity is stimulating and activating your codons of intergalactic origin.

Your now has become your future. Your future has become your now. This mass activation of humanity through cosmic triggers is and will continue to release extraordinary latent potentials in human beings. Although you are in the midst of it, and likely are unable to see it, you are in the center point of evolutionary change.

- The Arcturian Anthology - Tom Kenyon - The Arcturians


A/N: Request from anon. Aaaand I will use this opportunity to recommend you this TV show called “Jessica Jones” because it somewhat suits the topic of the imagine. You should definitely check it out, it’s really worth watching especially if you like charming villains! ;)

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