floating opposites

The Signs

Fiery and fiercely passionate, she wears a steel armor and her horns always aim ready for battle. Forever taking charge and continuously looking for dynamic and competition. Driven by avidity and born a fearless leader, she bares a pure and almost childlike soul; untainted & unafraid.


Uncompromisingly stubborn with a strong willed character, great perseverance and determination. She has a hot and fiery temper, and will unleash it when pushed to her limits. Even so, she loves anything that excites her senses. Controlled by inner serenity and a powerful sense of stability, she is & always will be a force to be reckoned with.


Recognized by her contradictory nature, her mind is always alternating between logic and absurdity. She’s a combination of high intelligence, wit, and eloquence. Forever battling mystical forces of left and right; she’ll mirror your best and worst parts and show you things you never knew you needed to see.


She is the tide, the gentle glow of the moon, the waves crashing on the shore. She feels everything deeply, even though she doesn’t like to show it. Her shell may be hard and at times unbreakable but it is forever guarding her tender soul. Surely it is harder to break something soft rather than rigid. You touch her and she is far more real than anything you have ever felt before. Cosmic particles of moon dust line her veins. For she is like the moon, you’ll see her with a new face every day.


You can usually pick her out from a crowd – she’s the one with the loudest laugh, the brightest smile, and the most confident strut of them all. Her hair is a mane made of gold, and her skin glows like a sunset. She is an alpha, a lioness, a leader and a warrior. She may appear soft like a daydream, but she has a never ending inferno burning inside her.


She personifies innocence, purity and justice. Her earthly nature makes her exceedingly clever and analytical. All that is beautiful to her erupts in subtle, though magnificent spectacle. She’s a maiden & belongs to the pristine; always striving to bring order out of chaos.


Her charming personality is praiseworthy, her voice melodious, her heart just. To truly understand her, you must understand the riddle of the scales; forever balancing thoughts and emotions. She is a flower with hidden thorns & without her, life simply wouldn’t be as fair.


It’s all in her penetrating stare. Dark and calculating, her eyes are foreboding yet hypnotic. Powerful, passionate and intuitive. She wears strength and darkness equally well; half goddess, half hell. Nevertheless, she is divine, and in her eyes is where your soul is revealed.


She’s a restless wanderer; always hunting for new ideas and experiences. Her arrow symbolizes her desire for direction and a higher purpose. She’s the maven of adventure, the learned healer whose higher intelligence forms a bridge between heaven and earth.


Her determination is admirable, her self-containment powerful. She’s concrete, ambitious and in charge. Always leading loyally and achieving relentlessly. No mountain is high enough for her to climb, and her love is as stable as the earth.


She’s a mad scientist in her lab, inventing and creating night and day. Her rapid influx of thoughts and subsequent surprising actions make her unpredictable and rebellious. Anarchy is her specialty. Forever fighting valiantly for the soul of the world, she pours forth her wisdom and equilibrates your mind. She is dazzling and terrifying; those words are not as removed from one another as you may think. Always seeing a thin line between genius and insanity. She lives in the future and who she is comes in waves.


Ethereal, and deeply mysterious.
Her mind swims at a depth most would drown in. She’s always floating in opposite directions, this represents her soul’s duality. She is the ultimate enchantress & her heart is an ocean of emotion; always dreaming of realms that only she may enter.


!CREDITS! to the incredibly gorgeous Aquarius model:  Setareh Hosseini

A photo shoot like this is absolutely on my bucket list now!

Together Or Alone

Characters: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You were recruited for the Super Soldier program but how much could you lose in pursuit of defending your country?  Your freedom? Your life?  Your Bucky?

Word Count: 1850 words

Prompt: A request from @wintersoldier229569 which sent me down several rabbit holes before we got here. I changed things a little but I hope you like it anyway sweetie.

“YOU DO THIS AND YOU DO IT ON YOUR OWN!” those were the last words he had said to you and the one memory he seemed to be able to hold on to no matter how many wipes they put him through.  The hurt in your eyes haunted him and in the depths of night when he couldn’t sleep it was your face he could see clear as day and guilt knotted in his stomach as the stupid fight played over and over, his own personal torture.  

Bucky hadn’t been ecstatic about Steve signing up for the Super Soldier treatment but when you said you had been approached he couldn’t keep his tongue.  He had seen what it was like out there and you were the last person he wanted subjected to the horrors.  No, you were supposed to be here waiting for him, his reason to fight, something to get back to.  He had never told you this of course, James Barnes could never lay himself bare like that to you in case you laughed in his face or something but… you were his girl damn it.  The argument raged on for at least an hour with raised voices and Steve trying his best to step in and calm the situation but as soon as those words had left Buckys mouth you all knew it was over.  You had turned on your heels and high tailed it out of their so quick he didn’t even get chance to apologies and that was the last time he had ever seen you.  Only it wasn’t.

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Caution: Slippery When Wet

in which Percy falls and hits his head because he’s too busy staring at Annabeth

Words: 1,819

Warnings: Language, but whatever.


              Percy’s been to the gym tons of times. Hell, he goes to the gym thrice a week, at the least. And every one of his visits includes about an hour in the pool. Once in a while, there’ll be an attractive girl doing laps or water aerobics or whatever, but Percy never ever gets distracted. Bikini-clad bodies and pretty faces don’t affect him as much as it does other guys.

              But, for some fucking reason, the girl with the blonde hair and tan skin floating at the opposite corner from where he was gets his attention immediately.

              She rolls her eyes and momentarily glances behind her, straight at him, which causes Percy to stop breathing for a full five seconds.

              Okay, Percy, stay cool. She’s just a girl.

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Merman!Michael

Merman!Michael AU

A/N: This imagine was written by kittencliffoconda and I. 

Summary: Michael was an ordinary human plagued by ordinary problems. But when he meets a mysterious girl who saves him from the ocean, his life begins to change drastically. 

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You floated into the large throne room at your father’s request, your amber tail propelling you forward through the castle corridors. It was not rare for your father to demand your presence in the royal hall. He always told you that someday you would have to fulfill his place as ruler of the ocean and since you were mere moons away from coming of age, your father was insistent that you learned everything there was to know about being queen. The guards bowed as you entered the throne room, their gold plated armor a harsh contrast to their sleek silver tails.

“Your highness.” You nodded curtly as you entered and immediately your father stopped his conversation and turned to you.

“Y/N! My lovely daughter I have splendid news!” He smiled cheerily and you groaned. The last time he had ‘splendid news’ you had to cancel your birthday party in order to attend a royal peacekeeping ceremony.

“What is it this time father?” You sighed, flicking your hair out of your face and sending it floating in the opposite direction.

“We’ve moved your coronation date up. I know you weren’t expecting it for another six moons, but my health is not deteriorating faster than my physicians expected. You are to be crowned within the week.”

You couldn’t believe you ears. You were absolutely dreading the day they crowned you queen. You weren’t ready to rule when all you wanted to do was explore the ocean and the world above. There was so much of the world you hadn’t seen yet, you didn’t want to give it all up now.

“But father! That’s so soon I can’t-”

“You can and you will. This is what you were born for you cannot refuse. You are to be queen in three days.”

Your blood was boiling, as if the water around you was rising in temperature. “Three days?”

“Yes. And you better be ready.”

You hated this. You lived for adventure and freedom and living every moment like it was your last. You hated the idea of being forced into a position you had no interest in, but unfortunately there was nothing else you could say to make him change his mind. You were the only daughter of the King and you had to fulfil your responsibilities no matter how much you resented it.

But that didn’t mean you couldn’t use your last three days of freedom to do what you have always wanted: visit the surface world. And as fate would have it, you were destined for one more adventure.

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Michael felt two strong hands shove into his back, sending him spiraling to the ground.

“Watch where you’re going freak.” The voice of none other than Jonas Hansen spat from above him.

“Sorry.”, he mumbled from the ground, scrambling to get up and away from Jonas and his friends. They had been making his life a living hell since freshman year while he just sat around and took around took the abuse. He was the never kind of person who was known to fight back. Especially up against the toughest guy in school. Jonas was incredibly ruthless and no dared to cross him and unfortunately for Michael, Jonas had made him his prime target for reasons unbeknownst to him. Michael had gone down to the beach directly after school like he always does before he was pushed. Michael’s mum use to take him there all the time before she passed away when he was only eight years old. It was a huge tragedy for his family, especially him and his father. Michael was incredibly close with his mum and missed her dearly everyday. Every morning they would go out to the shoreline and Michael would collect seashells while his mother explained to him the different kinds of kelp and fish that she saw. She had been a marine biologist and was absolutely fascinated with anything to do with the ocean, a trait she had passed on to Michael. Ever since she passed, he had just kind of closed up, unwilling to talk to anyone about his grief. He still adored the ocean, but he would never step foot in it. While his mother had loved the sea, it was the very thing that took her from him. She had been out searching for a new species of barnacle when she had been caught in a riptide and swept out into the ocean.

Michael scurried past Jonas, making his way up to the high rocks and taking a seat on one of the larger boulders before reaching into his backpack and taking out his phone. Michael plugged in his headphones, pressing shuffle on his music. While his music played, Michael looked out into the horizon watching the waves crash on the shore. It looked so peaceful and he couldn’t help but wonder what else was out there. After what seemed like hours Michael began to pack up his phone and headphones and put them back in his backpack. He got up from his rock and began walking back down by the shore.

“Yo Clifford!”

Oh crap.

Michael whirled around and saw Jonas once again standing above him.

“W-What?”

“Don’t use that tone with me, if anyone deserves to use attitude around here with anyone it’s me with you.” He smirked down at him.

Michael was so tired of this back and forth with Jonas. He just wanted this to be over.

“Look, I’m sorry can we just-”

“I think it’s time you learned a lesson Clifford.” Michael took a few steps back, but Jonas only advanced further moving him further towards the edge of the rocks. With a chuckle, Jonas lunged forward and shoved Michael in the chest causing him to lose his footing, sending him over the edge of the rocks and into the ocean below.

He hit the water hard, the weight of his backpack pulling him down to the floor causing him to sink faster. Because of his mother’s death he had never learned how to properly swim, so he thrashed his arms wildly, unable to keep himself afloat. Water flooded his lungs as his eyesight became clouded. He couldn’t believe it was going to end like this, meeting the same watery grave as his mom.

A dark shape coming towards him caught his attention before the lack of oxygen made his vision go completely black.

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A large splash in the water diverted your attention to the underwater cliffside. You could see a figure of a human waving his arms as the current dragged him into the depths. You watched as his long limbs flailed, quite ungracefully, in the clear blue water. Clearly he was unable to breathe underwater, and it looked like he was dying. Suddenly, his whole body began relax as he floated down to the ocean floor. Without a second thought, you torpedoed towards him and wrapped your arms around him, yanking him up towards the surface. Using all your strength you flipped your tail hard, shooting both him and yourself upwards. Moments later, the two of you broke the surface as you searched for a remote location to bring him so that you wouldn’t be seen.

Finally, you got him up onto the sand, brushing his damp hair out of his face. He was gorgeous. You had never seen a human this close before, but you were sure that he was the most beautiful one out there. You really just stared at him for a few seconds until he began to cough up sea water. As he began to move, your first instinct was to flee back to the ocean, but once his eyes flew open and met yours you were instantly mesmerized and couldn’t move from your spot. His beautiful green eyes instantly locked with yours and then were glued to your tail. His eyes widened at the sight of you, his mouth gaping open before he quickly moved back away from you in fear, unsure of what you would do to him.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” You giggled at his uncertainty.

He looked at you again, this time looking confused.

“Y-You speak English?” He stuttered and you nodded,

“Yeah. I speak every language known to fish, crustacean and man. What can you speak?”

“Uh… I got a D in French?”

You laughed, continuing to stare at him and he took the moment of silence to really take you in. You were absolutely beautiful. A kind of inhuman beauty he decided. Your eyes were bright, adorned by long lashes that drew attention to the sunspots you had around your eyes. Your long hair was decorated with long strands of seaweed braided in and held with small white shells. Your torso was bare, your breasts covered only by your hair that was thick with sea salt. Your slender torso stopped right below your belly button where your golden tail began.

You curiously reached up to touch his face, wondering if his skin felt the same as yours. His eyes widened at the sight of the thin webbing between your fingers and he flinched a little as you rested your hand on his face. “You’re so warm.” You sighed as you continued to touch his face all over and he laughed. “You’re my first human you know.” You told him.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re the first human I’ve ever touched. Or talked to. Or even seen up close really.” You ran your fingers through his hair, mesmerized by him.

“Well you’re my first mermaid.” He smiled as he tried not to sneak a peek of your uncovered breasts while you felt him.

“What’s your name?” He asked you.

“Y/N, princess of the southernmost region. What’s your name?”

“Uh, Michael…of the outskirts of Sydney Australia.” He blushed.

“Are you the prince of Sydney?” You cocked your head curiously.

“Well, I like to think I am. But no, I’m just Michael.” He paused before continuing. “I suppose I should thank you though, uh, your highness.” You cringed at his name for you. “For saving my life. I thought I was a dead man.”

“You should have been. I’m not supposed to interact with humans. None of us are. But when I saw you under the waves I…I couldn’t just let you drown.” You explained with a frown before you gave him a worried look. “You’re not going to tell anyone about me are you?”

“N-No. I mean, not if you don’t want me to. We can keep this our little secret.” He grabbed your hand that was resting on his cheek and took it in his hand. “I’ll keep your secret.” He spoke sincerely and you smiled.

“You know I’ve never been on land before. I’ve always wanted to, but I’ve been too scared. So I guess I should thank you for forcing me to surface.” You smiled at him.

“How long can you stay out of water?” He asked.

“Well we can grow legs whenever we want to I suppose, but none of us really have ever wanted to. But now that I’ve met you I feel like I should.”

“Really?” He asked.

“Yes, but I have to stay dry.”

He nodded his understanding. “I can show you around if you want. And of course I’ll protect you as best as I can.” His eyes pleaded with you to stay.

“I mean I feel like I should but to be honest I’m really nervous. None of us have been on land before.”

“Well don’t worry land isn’t all bad.”

“Like I said I wouldn’t know. I mean you seem wonderful, I just because I’ve never met another human besides you before you could say well… I’m scared.”

He frowned looking concerned for you, “You don’t have to worry about a thing. I’ll be there to protect you.” He squeezed your hand tighter for reassurance and your tail flipped a little in excitement.  

You two talked for a little while longer about your lives both on land and in the sea.

“So you’re getting crowned queen in three days?”

You nodded, “I am. Though I wish I wasn’t.”

“Why’s that? I would think that being the ruler of something would be totally awesome, especially of the whole ocean.” Michael exclaimed.  

“No not really. It’s a lot of responsibility. Responsibility that I’m not ready for. All I want to do is explore everything the ocean has to offer, but instead I’ll be chained to a throne.” You frowned as you cast your gaze out to the vastness of the sea.

“That sounds terrible.”

“It is. But unfortunately my father insists that I take the throne now.”

“I’m really sorry.” His face showed much sympathy.

“Yeah it’s not your fault, I mean what can you do?” You shrugged it off, “I really should get going. It’s getting late and the guards will be wondering where I am.”

Michael gently grabbed your arm, “Wait. Don’t go. I thought this was your act of rebellion? You know being on land and everything.” Michael thought for a second, “My dad is always out of town for his job. You could stay in our pool maybe? It’s very private, our closest neighbors are at least a mile away.”

“I don’t know….” You trailed off, unsure of his offer.

“It’s really no problem. I promise no one but me will know you’re there.”

You thought for a second, you knew if you went back in the ocean you’d really have nowhere to go but back to your palace and that wasn’t an option due to the circumstances. And you really did want to get to know Michael.

“O-okay, I’ll go with you.”

“Ok well here”, Michael pulled off his now dry t-shirt and handed it to you.

“What’s this for?”

“I mean you’ll be… you know once your tail is gone.”

You stared at him, confused at his embarrassment. Nudity was not a problem for your people and you didn’t understand why he made it one. Though nonetheless, you took the shirt from him and he got up from the sand, walking so he was hidden behind the rocks.

Taking a deep breathe, you began to dry yourself off. Would the transformation hurt? Would it be permanent? You were terrified at the possibilities as you ran Michael’s tee shirt over your scales. Moments later your tail had disappeared and two long legs were in their place. You stared at them in awe before pulling Michael’s t-shirt over your head. You stayed sitting on the sand, unsure how to stand. You called for Michael. “You can turn around now.”

“Wow” He stared at you in awe.

“Yeah I know it’s a bit surprising for me too. Anyway do you mind helping me up? I don’t think I’ll be very good at walking quite yet.”

“Oh yeah true, okay.”

He came a bit closer to you, scooping you into his arms and lifting you onto your feet. He wrapped his arm around you for support.

“My house isn’t far from here. Just up the beach a bit. You can stay in the pool or in our guest bed, whichever you’re most comfortable with.” He rambled and you giggled at his awkwardness.

The moment you began to walk with him, the once clear blue skies turned dark. A loud clap of thunder sounded off in the distance as large waves crashed on the shore threateningly.

You gasped as you realized what this meant.

“What is it?” Michael looked concerned at your obvious worry.

“There’s a storm coming. I think it may be my father sending me some kind of warning.”

“What do you mean by warning?”

“I think he knows I’m no longer in the ocean.”

“Oh. Does this mean you have to leave?”

“No. I want to stay with you.”

Michael smiled, happy with your answer. He then scooped you into his arms, lifting your feet off the ground. “Well then we better get you out of here.”

He carried you through his house and out the back door, leading to the small pool he had in the back.

“You’ll be safe here. Our neighbors are old as shit and can’t see anything. Besides, we have a fence so no one’s going to see you okay?” He reassured you, before gently dropping you into the pool. Immediately, your legs turned back into a tail and Michael watched, mesmerized as you ducked under the water and swam a lap around the pool before resurfacing and pulling yourself half out of the water to meet his gaze.

“I know it’s not an entire ocean, but it’s all I’ve got.” He kneeled down so he was eyelevel with you.

“This is nice. Thank you.” You smiled at him and Michael swore you looked so beautiful with your wet hair slicked back and your bright eyes shining.

“You’re welcome.” He whispered. Michael could feel the chemistry between you two like it was a tangible being. He wanted to kiss you so bad. To feel your soft lips on his own, locked in a tender embrace. Slowly, he began leaning in and you did as well. He cupped your face in his hands, and you rose out of the water more to reach him.

Suddenly, out of nowhere the skies opened up and rain began falling hard down on you. You reared back, moving swiftly through the water and ducking under so you were safe from the storm.

Michael however, took this as a sign that you didn’t want him to kiss you. Embarrassed, he ran back inside and out of the rain, leaving you by yourself.

Moments after he disappeared, you resurfaced once more only to find yourself alone. Sighing, you disappeared back under the water, the chlorine in the pool water irritating, but not unbearable.

You had almost let him kiss you. As much as you had wanted to feel his lips on yours you knew that under no circumstance could you allow it. Terrible things happened to men who wound up falling in love with mermaids and you would not let that happen to Michael. Closing your eyes, you drifted to sleep, the sound of the rain hitting the water above lulling you to sleep as you thought wistfully of the beautiful boy with the colored hair.

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The morning after the storm had passed, Michael decided he wanted to show you the places where most land people hung out. At first you were nervous because you weren’t sure how you’d fit in with all them, but Michael reassured you that everything would be fine and that he would be with you the entire time. Deciding to leave the awkward almost kissing moment behind him, Michael had given you a pair of his skinny jeans and a loose fitting tee shirt to wear out. He lead you down town, walking closely next to you as you took in the sights and sounds of the human world.

“What’s that?” You pointed at the large green sign with the picture of a mermaid on it and Michael laughed.

“That’s Starbucks.” He laughed, but you were still confused.

“What’s a Starbucks and why is there a picture of one of us on it?”

“I don’t know actually.” Michael hummed. “But you have to try it, humans go crazy for it” He pulled you into the line of people, and you blushed as his fingers intertwined with your own. He ordered you a pumpkin spice latte and grinned, handing it to you. “It’s all the rage, I promise.” You took it from him, staring at it questioningly before you took a sip. You coughed, sputtering it out of your mouth while Michael continued to laugh at you. You could feel your cheeks heating up as he took the cup back from you.

“Don’t worry, not everyone likes coffee.” He laced his fingers with yours again and pulled you out of the coffee shop as people stared in your direction.

You walked hand in hand along the row of shops for a while until suddenly Michael heard an all too familiar voice yelling behind him.

“I thought you were sleeping with the fishes Clifford.”

Michael’s arm wrapped tighter around you, pulling you behind him.

“Not now Jonas. Haven’t you messed with me enough?”

“Oh, the loser grows some balls.” Jonas chuckled, before laying his eyes on you. His whole demeanor suddenly changed as he noticed your appearance.

“And who are you?” He charmed.

“She’s not your concern.” Michael snarled, a new sense of confidence overpowering him with you by his side, but Jonas only rolled his eyes ignoring him.

“So what’s your name doll?”

“Y/N.” You stuttered out. “Who are you?”

“Jonas Hansen. But I think the real question is what are you doing with this geek? Come with me babe, I’ll show you a much better time.” He grabbed your arm and tried to pull you towards him, but you snatched yourself out of his grasp.

“Don’t touch me.” You snarled. “Besides, I think he’s doing a fine job thank you.” You stuck your chin up at him. You weren’t used to being treated in such a crude manner.

“Aw baby don’t be like that.” You began to get scared as Jonas stared down at you, lust evident in his eyes as he made a move towards you. But quicker than lightning, Michael was in front of you again. With more force than he thought he was capable of, he shoved Jonas in the chest causing him to fall and land directly on his ass. He grabbed your hand again and began to run away, pulling you behind him and leaving Jonas cursing and yelling behind him.

Once you reached the pier Michael stopped running, gasping for air as you laughed excitedly.

“That was great! What was that!?’ You spoke excitedly.

“That was called running. And we are not doing it again.” Michael heaved. “Though I have to say, never in my life have I talked to him like that. I thought I was dead for sure.”

You stopped laughing, staring at Michael incredulously. “You know, you shouldn’t let him treat you like that. If someone spoke to me like that back where I’m from he could be put to death. You can’t let him do that.” You mused, and Michael chuckled darkly.

“Yeah, well we’re not all royalty Y/N.”

“Michael I didn’t mean to make you upset I just think you should do what you did back there more often. You were very brave you know.”

The corners of his lips tugged upwards, and you bit your lip. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.
“I just want to protect you.” He rested his chin on the top of your head. “I feel a need to protect you and I couldn’t let him hurt you. No matter how tough or strong he is.” He explained and the more he thought about it, the more he realized the impending truth. He couldn’t help it, you were just so beautiful, inside and out. Michael was falling in love with a mermaid and he could only pray that you felt the same as he did. But little did he know, that your appearance in his life would change his life as knew it forever. Because as the legends would have it, nothing good ever came of men who fell in love with mermaids.

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Part 2

Masterlist

The Gemini dualities

Castor ~ Pollux 
Thought ~ Soul
Child ~ Elder 
Mortal ~ God 
Earth bound ~ Heaven bound 
Masculine ~ Feminine 
Ego centric ~ Divine individuality 
Earthly logic ~ Floating light 
Conflict of opposites ~ Resolution of duality 



the-amazing-p3a  asked:

I'm sorry I couldn't wait any longer!! Your reply made me wonder all day about what kind of sonamy headcanons you had!! uwu

Sorry for the very late reply ^^;;

- In the spring time, they often sit under the cherry trees and watch the petals fall with a picnic. This is the xpression Amyoften wears whilst they’re doing it;

- On uncommon occasions, Sonic sometimes takes her to the locations that are secret except to him, which he stumbles across on his adventures. Like caves full of multicolored crystals.

- Adding onto the “nursing” headcanon I’ve seen float around, the opposite also occurs; When Amy’s sick, Sonic sometimes assists her :3 A comic on Pixiv inspired this one.

- Sonic loves her cooking, no, he lusts after it. And she is all to happy to oblige :>

A/N: inspired & not edited, lol.

meteor shower //

It was a cold summer night. The frigid air bit through the fabric of the twelve boys that stood outside of a window but that did nothing to dampen their spirit.

“Yah, hyung! Hurry up!” Seungkwan, one of the younger members of the group, whisper-called to the open window above their head. The bedroom’s light was off but they could see the person inside, pulling on an article of clothing. Finally, Joshua’s head popped out of the window.

“Coming!” He grins and proceeds to climb out of his window. The boys watch as their friend strategically jumped from his window to the tree that grew in the backyard. Like a cat, he was stealthy, not making a sound as he swung himself down the branches. With a final leap, Joshua gracefully landed on the grass and walked towards his friends.

“As expected, you look and act like cat.” Jeonghan, a boy with long hair tied back and a kind face, teased playfully as he thumped his friend’s back in greeting. The boys laughed for this was true; Joshua’s lips naturally curved upwards like a kitten smile and his eyes were sweet yet mysterious.

“Alright, let’s go, boys!” Seungcheol, the supposed leader of the group, whispered for they were still next to Joshua’s house. If his neighbors woke up, they’d probably tell Joshua’s parents, who were on a business trip in America. Of course, the consequences would not be a pretty sight to see.

The boys quietly walked across the lawn and just for good measure, they stayed that way until they were completely out of the tranquil street.

“WHOOO!” Hoshi yelled at the busy highway below them. All the boys came to a stop, leaning against the railing and watching the cars swoosh past. Seoul was one of the busiest cities in the world so it was no surprise that people were still driving around at two in the morning.

“Do you guys want to go to 7-11?” Mingyu, a tall boy with a striking face, asked as he causally waved around a wallet.

Behind him, Wonwoo’s eyebrows scrunched in confusion as he looked at the wallet in Mingyu’s hand.

“Sure!” Seungkwan laughs as Wonwoo searches his pockets.

“Hey, that’s my wallet!” Wonwoo laughed, shoving Mingyu. Again, the boys laugh as Mingyu raised his hand upwards to avoid Wonwoo trying to snatch the wallet away. They were often referred to as “the meanie couple” since they were always causing trouble to each other.

“Why don’t we just go to the spot tonight? I filled the cave with snacks yesterday after school ended.” Vernon suggested. Vernon was the third youngest with a love for hip hop and rap. He was mixed, being half Korean and half American.

The twelve other boys agreed and turned around to start walking towards Seoul Academy, where their clubhouse stood in the thick trees that surrounded the private school they attended. As they walk, one of the boys named Dokyeom snapped his fingers as if recalling something. He was a tall kid with a wide smile and a optimistic personality.

“Isn’t tonight when the meteor shower happens?” Dokyeom pipes as all the boys look at him.

“Oh! That’s right!” Minghao replies, his golden brown eyes widening. Minghao was one of the youngest, being 16.

“What time does it happen?” Vernon questions.

“Uh, 2:30, I think?” Dokyeom answers. Seungcheol looks at his watch.

“It’s 2:07.” Seungcheol says. The school was ten minutes away from where they stood.

“Let’s run!!” Dino, the youngest of the thirteen teenagers, shouted. Filled with energy and excitement, the group of boys began to run, laughing and pushing each other as their sneakers thumped heavily against the concrete.

They made it to the school by 2:19. The school was locked but they walked along the gate until they reached a hole that was big enough to crawl through. It wasn’t very noticeable but the boys had found it one day, three months ago.

The boys ran across the lawn until they reached the trees that was in the back of the school cafeteria. They walk along until they got to their clubhouse that was an abandoned shed that the school previously stored arrows, guns and bows when they had archery classes.

“You first, Hoshi.” Mingyu said as him and Wonwoo stood on the tumbling mat that the boys had placed many months before.

One by one, each boy was helped onto the tin roof. Someone had thought to bring the quilts from inside the shed and spread them out along with the snacks. The friends laid side by side, looking up at the clear night sky decorated with twinkling constellations.

“Incoming!” Wonwoo cried out as he catapulted himself onto the roof with a loud bang that echoed through the woods. Another bang followed as Mingyu also jumped onto the roof.

“Could you be any louder?” Seungkwan questioned sarcastically.

“Sorry,” Mingyu grins then takes his place next to Wonwoo.

There was a silence as the teenage boys continue to observe the sky. They pointed to different star shapes, calling out what they looked like that.

“That looks like a bear.”

“That looks like a spoon.”

“Looks like a dolphin to me.”

“Dokyeom,” Jun, one of the oldest members, says as he sits up on one elbow. “Does the shower come at exactly 2:30?”

“I’m not sure, probably.” Dokyeom answered. Jun nodded then rolled onto his back again.

“I’ve never seen a meteor shower before.” Minghao tells the boys.

“Neither have I.” Wonwoo says. Other boys added that they have never seen one before either.

“Back in America, I saw one. Just once though.” Joshua’s voice floated from the opposite side of Minghao. “They’re really beautiful.”

“Ah, I’m excited then.” Minghao smiled.

The boys begin talking about summer plans, almost forgetting about the meteor shower and the time.

“Look!” Seungkwan suddenly shouted, sitting up and pointing at the sky excitedly. All conversation ceased and was replaced with exclamations as the meteors began falling like a child pouring glitter onto the floor.

“Wow…” They all say as the meteors flew past, reflecting in those thirteen pairs of eyes.

“Don’t people make wishes when they see these?” Wonwoo asked.

“Quick! Before it ends!” Seungcheol said and soon enough, those thirteen pairs of eyes closed with a wish prepared in their mind.

As they opened their eyes, the last falling meteor soared past, leaving a final blazing trail behind it. Still amazed, they stared at the starry sky as if the meteors were still there.

“What did you guys wish for?” Jun finally says in curiosity.

“I wished every day of this summer would be as fun as today.” Seungcheol replied, as meaningful and cheesy as ever. The boys groaned at him, laughing and smiling.

“I wished Woozi hyung would get taller.” Mingyu joked. All the boys laughed again as Woozi threw a Dorito chip at Mingyu’s head. Mingyu grabbed a marshmallow and launched it at Woozi in retaliation but hit Joshua instead. From there, food began flying into the air accented with loud laughter and shouts.

Although they didn’t want to admit it, little did they know that they had casted the same exact wish: to remain brothers forever, making memories that’ll last a lifetime.

JET BLACK HEART VIDEO IDEA

So a lot of people are saying just what I’m feeling: this song is insanely well-worked, lyrically matured, and significantly valuable in 5SOS’s discography. It carries much of the New Broken Scene’s message for the album and I’d like to honor that with my little concept. I’m no Isaac Rentz, but here we go:


Inspiration: Ever since I was little, I’ll hear songs and have this entire vivid picture explode inside my brain. Back when I took dance it used to be dances more than videos, but for this song I get this lyrical vibe: quick flowing moments that express a lot more than something short and concise. Ironically, I like this song lyrically so I have this idea to stress them as the outline of the song through almost lyrical video-style animation over the actual film. Anyways, I hope you keep this in mind as you read to know where I’m coming from. I’m hoping my writing leaves enough room for interpretation that you guys can feel where you’re coming from in it to.

Anyways, here’s the idea:

The main setting would almost be this storyboard kind of setting – it’d be like when you see the BTS of animators for Disney movings showing deleted scenes and everything’s black and white with just outlines moving (like the arrow above from Brave, *not my image*). That technique would be layered over the actually boys in black and white standing in this constantly changing black-to-white-to-black-to-white background while their movement would be somewhat slowed maybe like not even 25%. But all the animations would pop up almost explosively in vivid color and quickly, almost like in the Crossroads video by Forever The Sickest Kid with the neon but more animated in a lyric video kind of way. I’m not gonna go into too much detail with this idea except where I see the animations mainly and what stylistic choices I see for them.

Michael would start the video because he starts the song, head riding to deliver the first line and eyes flashing black (like in Supernatural) and back. Not much else would happen animation-wise here except for the outlines doing that shaky thing you see in the animated BTS videos since it’s just the beginning and like the lyrics, there has to be some build before the chorus.

As Luke comes in, his actual self fades into the picture behind Michael with his extenuated outline building itself over his image that steps up behind Michael and puts hand on his shoulder. Michael holds a hand up to grasp an animated, colored match out of the air while Luke grasps the similar matchbook to hold out for him. Michael strikes the match on it and this bold, intensely bright fire animation starts with bright oranges and reds exploding out towards the camera only to fade to gray and hang just before the screen, crumbling like ash as the ash slips between Luke and Michael’s fingers and they begin the pre-chorus.

While they sing the pre-chorus, the outlines around the sort of become unstable in the way that they start to tremor violently to match the build of the song. As they sing the final line (“Can you see inside?”), the outlines shatter and overwhelm the screen with black just for a second before the camera pans out fast into the chorus scene.

So this chorus scene would be of all four of the guys playing surrounded by the animations in this white space (almost like the animations hang around them in the SKH video but more in an oh-they’re-in-some-kind-of-void way because you know, interpretive symbolism). Heard of the game The Floor Is Lava? Well, the floor here would be a superimposed image of hurricane winds on the floor swirling almost like it’s going to suck them in. Their microphones on the stands would be little animated “poison pens” because lyrically, the microphone is an extension of their pens when they write. And the last animations would be four jet black hearts over each of the guys’ chests, only the animations would be different from the others as they would lack solid outlines. They’d be smudged black hearts that almost look like fingerprints if looked at closely enough. Their heartstrings would be connected to their music, the chords attaching to the cables near their amps wiring them in. To transition into the second verse, color from the various animations around them would float up oppositely to the gray ashes that fell in the pre-chorus and swirl like how I would visually describe as chemicals to pan the camera to the next verse.

This next verse would be of Luke walking down this very out-of-place strip of black road in the white space with Michael following close behind while various animations spring up around him (again, similar to the SKH video for some slight continuity). As they walk (hands in their pockets) and sing, the road behind them animates into cassette tape raveling up towards the sky which begins to fill with it and turn pitch black as Luke reach the end of the road.

Almost oppositely to the last pre-chorus, Michael would fade out and leave Luke at the end of the road as the sky sucks it up behind him, edging nearer. As he’d sing, he’d take his hands out of his pockets to show his outlines falling apart again and crumbling to the ground. Just as the pre-chorus builds, the road/cassette tape would pull out from his feet and send him flying (like when someone yanks a tablecloth of a fully-set table) with all his outline shattering as he is thrown into the next chorus scene.

This chorus would be similar to the last, the only thing changing that they all start to pull themselves away from their instruments, tearing at their heartstrings through the woah’s and oh’s to pull themselves away for the bridge.

Calum would take the lead and starting picking the remaining heartstrings as they walked towards the camera together, pulling them away as he say the first two lines (interpretively to be able to “forget who [they] are and dive into the dark” since music seems to be so much of an extension of themselves). They pick off the last of the heartstrings as the outlines fall with them, and as they stand in the debris of black, color begins to return to each of the guys’ own images.

There would be that first line in the final chorus where the camera would just focus on Michael gripping the heart animation over his chest as they outlines and strings at their feet begin to tangle a their ankles and try to pull them back in, the hurricane let loose as we see animations sucked into it. The remainder of the song would almost look like a Technicolor chaos with animation being drawn into the hurricane winds and the guys trying not to be sucked in. They’d be pulling and struggling against it, pulling each other away until Calum’s final part and the song’s climax hits where the winds begin to weaken and chords are snapped.

As we hear Luke’s final “to start again,” we’d see them getting to their feet after the storm, Ashup first and helping the others who rise up and watch as the heart animations – the only animations left – fall from their chests oozing ink in their hands. They let them drop, Ash (because he was the final piece to 5SOS) leading their way towards their instruments which miraculously survived all the chaos (and are now in color).

The final image shown as the music begins to fade out would be of the four black heart lying in a puddle of ink in the foreground with a blurred image of the four guys picking up their instruments is still decipherable in the background.

That is my idea for Jet Black Heart by 5sos-official! I hope you like it and feel free to send me feedback, like, or reblog it!

*again, not my image, just my idea and writing!*

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J: Making a speech/toast.

It would be so easy.

Lucy’s convenient laryngitis, probably more to do with the screaming match with her sister at the bachelorette party than spite, meant a frantic search for an understudy. And Clark - poor, dumb, beautiful Clark - had approached Cat of all people. Lois’s oldest friend Cat, who was so kind to him in her last months at the Planet before diving headfirst into building CatCo from the ground up. Well, who better than the one-time television star to do a spot of public speaking?

Now Cat has a captive audience, enthralled by her opening tales of glamor and how Superman had personally made this wedding happen after it was beset by disaster after disaster. The science of listener attention is her secret weapon, and she grabs every last person’s attention from the mediocre chicken with careful repetition and some floating opposites for humorous effect.

They’re right there, in the palm of her hand. She has a hundred different embarrassing stories, real and invented, that could crash and burn Lois’s few hours in the spotlight. It might even serve her right for how many times she’s corrected temporary maid-of-honor to matron.

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phantomrose96, you want symbolism for this gif? Cuz let’s just focus on that picture shattering for right now.

The kids’ trust in their Grunkle Stan just literally broke apart. But not only that, so did their innocence. The glass protected them from the outside world, just as Stan tried to protect them by keeping this secret. They would’ve been safer had they never found out, but they have, and all that protection goes away.

The happy moments in the twins’ summer have shattered. Not only did a wedge come between them and Stan, but Mabel betrayed Dipper here, and the happy sibling relationship they have just cracked for the first time, like the picture. Also, notice how the twins are floating in opposite directions. It makes for a nice artistic effect, but they are also literally drifting apart. The picture is moving in Dipper’s direction, but Mabel is leading the way, and it’s spinning, so make of that what you will.

But the shattering is also framed as a good thing, at least by comparison to the alternate scenario (proof that Stan was right?). Notice how the glass flies inexplicably outwards. It doesn’t leave any shards in the frame, it doesn’t damage the photograph, even though the picture is likely made of paper and the force is obviously from the side, not directly behind as would cause that kind of impact. Despite the emotional trauma there is no blood on either of the twins, and we all know GF isn’t afraid to show when characters are injured: the twins are physically alright. 

The photo is more colorful, more free once the glass has broken away. While the main plot of this show may have once been Stan working while the twins solve their own mysteries, they’re aware, and they’re players now. Whatever happens next, the twins have lost that childhood protection and are going to start showing their own agency.

For better or for worse.

Here’s something I didn’t know until yesterday: all of the world’s songbirds can be traced back to Australia. Or, at least, a western portion of the supercontinent Gondwana, which would become Australia.

The evidence has been there for us to find, but for over two centuries it was simply assumed that Australia’s songbirds were descended from Northern Hemisphere ancestors. When in the 1980s Australian scientists first floated evidence that the opposite was true – that all the songbirds of the Northern Hemisphere originated in Australia – they were laughed at. But over the next couple of decades, mounting evidence from DNA and fossil studies proved them right.

Australia was the birthplace of all of today’s songbirds, pigeons and parrots, and knowing this helps to explain some things about our own native birds. Compared to those of other continents, Australian birds are more likely to be intelligent, loud, aggressive, melodious, socially cooperative and environmentally influential. In part, that’s because they had an evolutionary head start on the rest of the world.

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Toby Ziegler and three ways to make a point.

THE BOY WITH THE BROKEN HALO   ; a mix for james buchanan barnes, the boy who would become the winter soldier [listen here]

sinister kid, the black keys; 
that’s me, that’s me, the boy with the broken halo

run, daughter;
don’t know where he’s going, don’t know where he’s been 

icarus, bastille; 
living beyond your years, acting out all their fears, you feel it in your chest

late night, foals; 
i’m the last cowboy in this town, empty veins and a plastic broken crown

coffee’s for closers, fall out boy; 
and oh baby, when they made me, they broke the mold

ghost in the machine, the fire and the sea; 
you are the ghost in the machine, flickering and i don’t know what it means, you trouble me

float, the neighbourhood; 
they show you how to swim and then they throw you in the deep end, i’ve been learning since but it doesn’t mean I’ll float

oppositebiffy clyro; 
everyone is beginning to breathe as i break down, you are in love with a shadow that won’t come back 

demons, imagine dragons;
your eyes they shine so bright, i wanna save that light, i can’t escape this now unless you show me how

black flies, ben howard; 
the sky is no man’s land, a darkened plume to stay, hope here needs a humble hand

goners most, jeffrey foucalt; 
dark eyed things you never told, you have to be that young to feel that old