go inspire go

            Soft giggles
                      bubbling between pale lips and paler fingers,
                                    a sound 𝓼𝔀𝒆𝒆𝓽 as chocolate but
𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔭 as knives
                                                                                                 a perfect melody

I was inspired by this post over on @jimmytfallon where someone talked about coming across a building that was a cupcake shop on the ground floor and had a tattoo parlour above. (hope you don’t mind).

Who knows @letsjustsee maybe this will be the thing that actually gets me to write something.

TCR Birthday Bash Day #6: Seasons

A.N: Hey y’all! It’s the last stretch of TCR Week. We have today (Saturday) and Sunday left, and after that, it’s back to the daily review! So, today’s prompt is “Seasons” and I think I wrote something pretty cool~

Soooo, without further ado, here’s my contribution to Seasons!


Settle down my children, and rest your weary heads. It’s time for a story.

A long time ago, before once upon a time, the world was different from the one we know. It was new and exciting, full of promise and potential. It was divided into four kingdoms, each ruled by a fair King or a kind Queen.

Each kingdom held only one season, full of its dangers and delights, and each of their rules were there to match.

Summer was warm, full of gorgeous oases and soft, sandy dunes. The sun shone hot, and burned any skin it could see, but those who lived there found it no harm to them. The kingdom was ruled by a King of fire and passion, with hair like the sand and eyes like the trees. His laugh was full of peace, and his rage was full of heat, but he ruled happy and loving.

Fall was a dance of colors and a fluttering of wings. The trees were always in bloom, and the colors always stained the blue sky red and yellow and orange. The people danced and sing, happy for the harvest, and migrating with the winds. The kingdom was ruled by a quick-witted King, with sharp eyes and a sharper wit. He was never seen without his trusty crow, together birds of a feather. Though his fights with Winter forever filled the air, the people just laughed and knew their feathered king ruled fair.

Winter was cold, and harsh, but look past the swirling winds, and you’d see beauty. Water was frozen in tiny, pearlescent drops, flakes of snow swirled in the air, and your breath rose and danced in the sky. The King ruled with the Queen, the sister of Summer. The King was slow and lazy, cold to the core, but warm like the hearth. The Queen was frozen and rigid, but like laughter on a sled as it sped down the hill. Together they ruled, with no love between them, but with a love for the snow. And that was enough.

Then there was Spring. Greens and browns, and so full of life. Full of laughter and cheer, and rainy days that no one found dreary. Flowers bloomed, birds sang, and the two Queens danced between the trees and the fields. They ruled together, for each had an eye for beauty. One could talk life into any plant or tree, the other could bring anyone to their feet with a song and a laugh. Cool and sweet, like rainwater on feverish skin. They could roar like thunder, or whisper like a breeze. The people loved them, and they loved their people, just as they danced in the rain.

These kingdoms rules together, lands splicing together, and in the center of it all laid their home.

There, they weren’t the Kings and Queens, but simply family and lovers.

Summer and Spring could love one another, Winter and Fall could forget their fights. There they had names, that they whispered to each other, deep into the night, so they could never forget where they once came from.

For the Kings and Queens were once people, in love with each other, and in love with their homes.

When a great evil sought to destroy everything they loved, they all came together and fought when others could not. They gave up everything they once had, and took up titles and crowns, thrones and laws, so people could be safe. They gave up lives they once lived, and homes they once had.

Once upon a time, there were Kings and Queens of kingdoms long since gone. And while their land was divided, and the evil since gone, they’ve only lived through the ages and time.

Summer and Spring still love each other, one always chasing after the other.

Winter and Fall have always bickered, fighting over land and time just as they have forever.

Once upon a time, not so long ago, the four Seasons still lived, in a time of machine and nothing of magic.

When they fought for their homes, and fought for their love, they gave up their dreams, and gave up their lives.

So now, they live forever, in love with each other and nothing else.

Once upon a time.

We were children of the Seasons.


Mchanzo Week- Canon Divergence/AU

In which the hunter falls for the lord of wolves~

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can we ,, talk about ,, how fucking powerful Kesha is?

she signed with a goddamn abusive manager and producer and has - in a sense - been legally confined to this prick since she was 18.

Fucking. 18.

She doesn’t produce music for 4 years. Four goddamn years of her life that was being held on a string because she didn’t want to work with a shitty person who did shitty things to her


and literally, this fucking song “Praying” is the goddamn most powerful thing I’ve ever heard.

Yknow when I first heard Kesha? 2009. When all of her songs were about sex and getting hammered everyday.

And now she sings this powerful ass song about self worth that made mE WONDER WHY I EVER QUESTIONED MY O W N SELF WORTH

She isn’t credited enough because she started as just another pop artist that sang about the same shit as everyone else and now she is coming back and she is coming back stRONG

fuck everyone who hurt her. fuck everyone who hurt me. fuck everyone who hurt you.

be a Kesha, come back when you get knocked on your ass and show everyone what you’re made of.

T H A T is what I call inspirational.

Always be committed to developing your mind. Learn something new every single day. Read things that no one else is reading. Never stop learning new knowledge, for we were given this amazing ability for a reason.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
If you keep at it, it will happen. It will. The only thing that is stopping you from achieving your wildest dreams is the questioning of whether or not you will show your persistence. So show it. Show that infinite strength and courage that you have within you.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin

i want to tell you a story. it’s a story about a 17 year old boy from columbus ohio, with a rubber band on his wrist and bad thoughts in his head who writes about trees and saying hello. it’s a story about a 20 year old boy from ohio who makes this musical group, and starts to need his rubber band less, and puts his words in to music. it’s a story about a 22 year old boy from ohio, whose life isn’t going quite the way he thought it would but he’s made a new friend, a new brother, and this new friend is helping him project the words he once feared to say, louder and further than he ever thought possible. it’s a story about a 24 year old boy from ohio who has stopped wearing his rubber band completely, and who is singing the world his darkest thoughts, at first afraid of rejection, but growing confidence as he hears the world sing back. it’s a story about a 27 year old boy from ohio, with tattoos lining his wrist where a rubber band once was, who stands in one of the biggest venues in america and sings to nearly 30,000 people about trees and saying hello. 

i want to tell you a story. it’s a story about a boy who made it. and i want you to know that you can make it too. you are not a sad story. you are not hopeless. you will sing about your own trees one day.