her lips are white

tHIIIIISSS issss so damnn underrated we need to talk much more about her scenes i mean girlS Wtff is this perfection this flawlesss head tilt her purely glowing eyes her rosy lips her pristine white skin WHAT DID WE DO To DESERVE HER wHoever keeps rewarding my fragile patootie i LOvE you so mucH kncjxjss

Originally posted by skinthiscat

Sonnet CXXX

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks; 
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
  And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
  As any she belied with false compare. 

Happy World Poetry Day! Do you have a favourite Shakespeare sonnet?

Your Body Is a Weapon, Chapter 40 | Archive of Our Own
Junkrat joins the 'Overwatch: Recall' initiative. Symmetra is not pleased. A struggle of chaos versus order explores the slow, gradual development of an odd relationship between two dissimilar individuals who just so happen to view the world's components through a similar lens. Alternatively, "In which Junkrat grows on Symmetra like an undesirable plant on the sidewalk and she copes with it in progressively worsening ways."
By Organization for Transformative Works

His stare trails down the length of her arm and to her hand clasped upon her bag’s blue strap, and a ripple of discomfort rolls down the length of her backbone. It shouldn’t, but the way he looks at her reminds her of The Incident. It reminds her of his open mouth and the stark amber of his eyes and of his fingers held against the phantom pang of her kiss upon his cheek, trapping down the scars before they can dig too deep. It reminds her of too much, far too much, and her nails softly dig into the knuckles of her left hand.

Junkrat takes one step forward, forehead creased in puzzlement. His smooth prosthetic fingertips reach out as if to touch her bare arm, but pause and shrink back in a gnarled claw before they meet her skin. A white canine works at his lower lip and his shoulders seem to draw inward, the language of his body shifting to too close, and he straightens his slouch beneath the duress of her eyes.

When you fall

Pairing: Fred Weasley X Reader

Prompt: Fred likes this hard to get girl, he tries everything but she doesn’t quite like it.

Requested: nope, but feel free to request.

(A/N): Double update tonight! I guess you were not expecting that! I wasn’t either, really. I hope you enjoy, worked a few days on this one ;)

Originally posted by moon-leviosa

Y/n Y/l/n was known as ‘the misplaced Hufflepuff’. Oh, she wasn’t mean, but she certainly wasn’t a sweetheart. When not wearing her school robes, she wore ripped jeans, black or yellow shirts and black, leather jackets. people would describe her as beautiful and innocent, yet flirty. Her lips were always red, her smile white. Her eyes were the most magical thing in the school. Almost every boy and even girl had fallen for the girl. 

Y/n, however didn’t like to commit. She had never been in a longer relationship then three months. She was quite the player. When on a hunt, she wasn’t picky. She would take everyone she could, since her fifth year spending nights with them. She always hung out with a mixed group, sneaking into other common rooms when it was raining. That’s how she met Fred Weasley. 

Like everyone had, Fred had heard about Y/n, and Y/n had heard about Fred, the famous, funny guy. But when she marched into the Gryffindor common room like she owned the place, ignoring the weird stares she got, Fred saw her for the first time. She dropped on a table, her friends joining her. everyone was staring, and then she smiled. Fred thought she was part Veela, so much beauty wasn’t human. “Is there a problem?” She asked, her voice dripped with bittersweet kindness, yet an arrogance. Fred couldn’t keep his eyes of her, and he wish he did. He saw her smile and pull a girl closer, Melanie, a Gryffindor from his year, and kiss her. Her red lipstick got smeared on her lips and neck. He had heard about her one night stands, about how she walked around like she owned the place. And maybe she did. She could make everyone fall in love with her, the only thing that was needed was a wink, a smile, a touch. From that moment, he knew he was falling in love, he knew he wanted her and he knew he would fight for the girl, her love sweet as sugar, her passion red as her lips. 


He had made it his mission to make her his. He worked on plans, tried to follow her friends and even tried to sneak into the Hufflepuff common room. 

“Hello, Y/n. Nice to see you here.” Fred said with a smile as he sat down besides her. Y/n rolled her eyes playfully and smiled her bright smile. 

“Right, because you weren’t stalking me.” She laughed, finding it amusing. “I did not.” Fred stated, but Y/n didn’t believe him. 

“Suuureee.” She said, hitting his shoulder playfully. “Did you want to ask me something?” She said, a grin playing on her lips. Fred cleared his throat, preparing himself for the question. 

“I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date with me?” He asked, not breaking eye contact. Y:n didn’t stop grinning and patted his shoulder. “Maybe another time, George.” Y/n stated as she stood up. 

“I’m Fred!” He said, hoping she would change her answer. “Right. No.” She said and walked away, her hips swaying teasingly. This, however, didn’t made him stop. 


Fred had prepared everything, he had a flower and a touching speech. Every girl would fall for such a speech. He saw her sitting alone on the stairs, not looking as happy as normal. 

“Hey, is something wrong?” Fred asked. Y/n smiled sadly at the boy. “If it isn’t Ron.” She teased, but her voice didn’t seem as playful. Fred kept looking at her, waiting for an answer. After a while, she sighted. “I’m fine, just a little bit sad.” She shrugged and looked back at the forbidden forrest. “what about you, Ron?” Fred laughed and shook his head. 

“You know, it’s okay to be not happy.” Y/n rolled her eyes. “You can try to fly, but it’s okay if you can’t.” Y/n laughed. “Ronald, I’m a fine ass witch, I can fly.” Fred didn’t respond, he just kept talking. “Because, if you fall, I’ll race to the ground, and I’ll help you.” He smiled and handed her the flower. “What I’m saying is that I’ll be there for you when you fall.” He smiled and expected to see her  bright smile, to see her eyes light up. But she looked down at the flower and back at him. 

“I don’t need you to help me back up. I can get up by myself.” She snapped at him, standing up and throwing the flower away. “I don’t need you to protect me. No one can hut me, because I care for no one other then myself.”  She marched away, her footsteps louder then normal, Her hair moving in the wind. As if the weather wanted to make things more dramatic, a raindrop fell on Fred’s face. A few moments later, rain was pouring out of the sky, soaking Fred. But he didn’t care. He had lost her.


Y/n felt angry with herself, she hated that she liked Fred. She hated that he liked her too. She hated that if they went on a date, that she would like him even more. She didn’t want to commit, not to him, not now. She had walked away, she had left Fred, sitting on the cold stone stairs. She couldn’t just leave without knowing if he’d be okay. So, she hid behind a pilar, her eyes looking for the red hair. She saw him sitting there, still outside, even when the rain stared falling. She wanted to go to him, tell him she would like to go out, explain she was just afraid of being stabbed in the back like she had seen happen to her friends. 

When Fred bended down and picked up the small flower, Y/n left. She lay there, on her bed. Her mind was with Fred. She thought of the time he was late to class, just to see her. She smiled at that one time he had followed her through the corridors and gave back her red lipstick, to which she had kissed his cheek, leaving a mark. A small tear welled up in her eyes, but she wouldn’t crave. It’s not like he would forgive her for this. She had definitively broken his heart, after multiple attempts to ask her out, he had given up. 


Laying on her bed, Y/n though about the times they had actually talked, she thought about the little things that had made her fall for him. She remembered the time she had troubles with potions, and he had helped her. She remembered that he had once took blame for her, he had ended up getting detention. She fell in love with his kind smile, with how he was funny without trying. She liked how he hadn’t given up. She herself would have given up a long time ago. She let a sight roll over her lips before she rolled over. 

“Y/n, are you okay?” Cassandra asked with a raised brow. “No.” Y/n said with a sight. “I’m not okay.” Cassandra walked over to her bed, sat down and placed a hand on her back. “Do you want to talk about it?” Y/n sighted, because she did want to talk about it. 

“I like Fred Weasley. And I think he had finally given up.” Cassandra frowned, drawing circles on Y/n’s back. 

“Why would he have given up?” Y/n sighted loud. “I said I don’t care for him and that I don’t need him.” Cassandra stopped drawing figures on her back, surprised. 

“But you do care for him, so why did you tell him that?” 

“Because I have seen everybody got either their heart broken or stabbed in the back. I don’t want that.” Cassandra smiled. 

“You don’t want to get hurt.” Y/n rolled her eyes. “Of course I don’t want to get hurt.” 

“But you will get hurt anyways. You are obviously hurt now, aren’t you?” She did have a point, because Y/n was hurting. “You just need to push through it, otherwise you will never be happy.” Y/n didn’t respond, but she knew Cassandra was right. Cassandra stood up. “It’s never too late.” She said before going away, leaving Y/n who didn’t know what to do. 

Deciding to finally do what her heart told her, Y/n got up, sighting and added a fresh layer of red lipstick on her lips. She put her jacket on and hoped her hair was still okay. She knew the password of the Gryffindor common room, she had plenty of friends who could let her in. She would be okay. 

Moving through the corridors, Y/n felt herself hesitating with every  step. She would understand if Fred didn’t want to see her. The rain made the corridors cold, the weather was adding for the sad mood what seemed to hang over everyone who Y/n passed. 

As she straightened herself to tell the Fat Lady the password, doubt washed over her. She couldn’t do it. She had hurt him and was now going to ask him out? He would never buy that. So, like a coward, Y/n hurried of. She heard the painting swing open, and she ran. She hoped the person who walked outside didn’t notice her. 

Honestly, Y/n couldn’t be around the castle right now. She was tired, but didn’t want to be near her friend, who would either tell her it would be okay or that she shouldn’t be such a baby. So, wanting to feel the cold rain splash on her face, she walked to the grounds. 

As soon as a few hard drops had fallen on her face, Y/n felt back alive, she felt the pressure that had been on her shoulders lift. She felt the pain in her heart fade. It would be okay, the water convinced her it would soon be over, no matter what. Y/n stopped walking and let the rain pour over her. Her mascara was probably already on her cheeks, her lipstick would probably be smeared over her chin. She could feel her hair hang in wet strings besides her face. But  she did not care. She felt like she could do anything. If only she had gone inside. 

“Y/n! You’re going to catch a cold!” A voice yelled, Y/n could barely hear it, the rain was loud. She turned around, and was surprised to see Fred. 

“Then why are you here?” She said, pretending to not care. Why was she like this? She was literally on the edge of storming in the common room, kissing him or something and yet she acted so cold. 

“I saw you run in the rain. Did you lose some thing?” Y/n smiled and shook her head. 

“No. But I want to apologize for being so mean, earlier.” She breathed out. Fred looked amused, not caring for the rain. 

“Are you apologizing to me, Y/n Y/l/n?” She chuckled. “No. I’m asking you to go out with me.” She whispered. She kind of hoped he wouldn’t hear her. 

“I thought you didn’t need anyone?” Bitterness was laced in his voice. 

“I don’t. But it can be nice to have someone who would give you a hand when you fall.” Fred brightly smiled. 

“In that case, I don’t know if I actually would want that.” Fred said. 

“Maybe this will help you.” She said with a grin, gaining confidence. She took a step, placing her lips on his, only for a second. Fred was surprised, and that was what Y/n was aiming for. 

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” Y/n asked again, an innocent smile on her face. Fred slightly blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“I do want to go on a date with you.” Y/n smiled. “That’s what I thought.” For a moment, they stood there, smiling at each other. 

“Can’t we continue this where it is dry?” Y/n asked. Fred laughed, nodding as he seemed to realize they stood in the rain. 

The Flower soulmate AU (PJO edition)

(not only including wounds but also suffering that isn’t caused by wounds. + old scars)

• Percy got a large red rose where the knife hit Annabeth when she caught it to protect him. Also his body is covered in a soft rose tendril from all the small battle injuries Annabeth has suffered from throughout all those years.

• When Piper was two years old, a tiny white rose appeared above her upper lip and her father always wondered why. Throughout her childhood more and more red and white roses appeared on her skin and her father was so worried because her soulmate apparently got injured so often.

• As Hazel got back from the underworld, many flowers appeared on her body all at once because Frank was chosen as her new soulmate.

• Frank was born with a nightshade over his heart, representing the fact that Hazel was dead, but it started to slowly die the more time Hazel was alive.

• Leo was born with a bunch of daisies over his heart, representing Calypso’s broken and scarred heart. They disappeared after he took her away from Ogygia.

• While Nico shadowtravelled Reyna, Coach Hedge, the Athena Parthenos and himself around half the world, and his whole body ache and he was so exhausted, tendrils of many different flowers appeared all over Will’s body, adding up to the small red roses that had appeared after and after during the last three years on his arms. Will knew he was getting better when the flowers slowly started to die.

• When Rachel got bruises, flowers appeared on nobody’s skin, because she was destined to become the oracle and not to fall in love, though she first hoped that flowers would appear on Percy’s skin when she fell.

• Thalia had roses on her face, resembling Luke’s scar but they all disappeared after she became a huntress.


The cover art, shot by Inez van Lamsweerde and Vinoodh Matadin in Los Angeles, California, is a black and white photograph of Björk lying down on the patterned ground next to a swimming pool, covering her eyes from the sun and wearing her Marjan Pejoski swan dress. The duo M/M (Paris), known for applying and integrating their work on photographs (so called dessin dans l’image, or “drawings in the picture”), illustrated the cover, featuring a swan and the album’s title with feathers. Björk thought swans embodied Vespertine’s music, describing them as “a white, sort of winter bird” and “very romantic”.

Academic Nicola Dibben has likened Vespertine’s artwork and promotion to representations of the Greek myth of Leda and the Swan, emphazising the erotic overtones of both. She stated:

The cover art to Vespertine […] explores the theme of personal identity through visual means: hence Björk is featured in black and white, shading her eyes, lips slightly parted in an unmistakably erotic pose. For the first time in this context, however, she does not meet the viewer’s gaze directly. Instead, the superimposed image of a swan provides a protective shield between Björk and the viewer. Both this photograph and Björk’s subsequent appearances at promotional events dressed as a swan metonymically evokes not only the mythic figure of Leda, but more particularly the familiar legend in which she exchanges her husband, the Spartan king Tyndareus, for the God Zeus when he approaches her in disguised form. As in other visual representations of this myth, the entwined bodies of Leda and the swan permit a representation of erotic intimacy that would prove unacceptable if realised in a more literal fashion.


Domestic Dispute (mercymaker, G, 1k)

i actually started writing the first one forever ago and forgot about it so i dragged out the draft and finished it up LMFAO

for those just joining: this is based off the true event of the time i was in quickplay and our widowmaker named “daddy” got a lifesaver play of the game for saving my fragile healer ass from both a reinhardt and a s76 and i wanted to die of embarrassment

read on ao3 here

When the team returned to the dropship after a successful defense of the payload, nobody was quite sure why, exactly, Angela seemed to be in such a foul mood. Her lips were drawn tight, her knuckles white on her staff, face flushed with something like furious embarrassment… Lúcio had tentatively asked her if she was alright, and the dark glare she’d shot in his direction quickly dissuaded the remainder of her strike team from asking.

With the exception, of course, of one Amélie Lacroix, whose shit-eating grin was equally noticeable.

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sunshine and moonlight | naruhina au | for yuuba

Based on this gorgeous post and my anon ask by/for the stunningly talented @yuuba. I’m so sorry I never went off anon! I was really nervous because I just adore you art work so much! May your days always be full of good health and happiness! I hope this is okay and that everyone enjoys it!! There is more under the cut btw! <3 

She sees bright lights and cityscapes as she gazes upon the earth shrouded by the night. It’s scattered little man-made stars spread across its vast lands like those of the ones which surround her. Sometimes she likes to push the stars around, creating the constellations the earth creatures seem to have a peculiar interest in. She enjoys seeing the happy faces of the children staring in wonder at the bright glow her friends, the stars, emit - though she grows nervous as they point at her, basking in her moonlight as she glides across their skies with a smile adorning her rose lips. Her porcelain, white skin glows with a shy yet wondrous aura and her pearl-like eyes with a slight lavender tint stare upon the beings upon the Earth with much adoration, despite their many faults. Faults which the stars do not hesitate to mention.

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