i can see no flaws in this song

if you’re reading this and i’m not here to explain everything to you, i would like for you to know a few things about why things don’t work out as planned. i don’t want you to think that you’re not worth every inch of your beating heart, you want to be loved and to feel wanted, in truth, i want the exact same thing, but it’s much less about someone else wanting me and more of wanting myself before anyone gets a try at trying to love someone that’s like me and i’ve been told a lot lately from a few different people that i should be careful about you and how you’ll hurt me if it comes down to it. i’m not worried about getting hurt because i’ve been too numb to even notice and that’s alright. i’ve hurt someone that’s very important to me and i can’t fix it, they say that i have to let things go and get over it– it’s been, fuck i don’t keep track of the days anymore. it’s just been a really long time and she still has bits of my heart and it’s really not your fault. maybe we met at the wrong time, maybe i shouldn’t have bought so many flowers. maybe i shouldn’t have kissed you, i promise i’m not trying to lead you on. i realized a week ago that when you looked me in the eyes and saw a whole future with me, it scared me. i don’t have much to offer, but poetry, books and my piano. i’m living in a modern day renaissance and i don’t know if i’m ready to fall in love anymore, i guess you’re right, i don’t know how to open up anymore. being happy comes up short most days, if i keep listening to these sad songs and see her face but not yours, these flaws are mine and mine only. acceptance is like a season that doesn’t fade, we ask the weather to be more than tempting and ask the wind to take us away. i am missing a few screws in my head and there’s moondust where hands used to pull me under, there’s sunlight where i’ve fallen for light love, how can i love myself if i keep trying to destroy my progress? my cousin says that you must love the struggle because if you’re at the top one day and you can’t see the grind to get to where you want to be, if you don’t respect the hustle and bustle of busy hearts trying to beat, if you can’t love yourself enough to let her go, if you’re wondering while you’re wandering– then dreams will stay as dreams and never will they enter your reality. you’ve heard this before, it’s not you, it’s me. another silly excuse for me to be distant. another reason the ocean drowns with the distance between islands of fire and seas of ice, sometimes i think it’d be nice to hold you just to have someone to hold, but what kind of person would i be if i didn’t show something genuine to you? these are the letters that you won’t read, these are the pieces of my tattered heart that you can see, and i’m so sorry about not visiting as much or talking as much or smiling as much or loving as much or anything related to telling you that we’re doing okay. i’m kinda lost right now and i can’t shake the feeling that a close friend of mine has died. i find more comfort with shadows than i do with your hugs and your smiling. i guess i really am messed up. i just don’t know how to love people like that anymore. do you love the idea of me or do you love me? a question that’ll haunt me until my last days. which parts of us do we truly understand? the universe is far too vast, we are but tiny specks of stardust inside a grain of sand trying to feel large. my life is an hourglass and i’ve been slowly falling for the reason as to why i shouldn’t stay, i don’t feel like i’m worth your time and that’s a big problem to me. i can’t love you if i’m in love with someone else. i can’t love you if i don’t love myself. you said that it’s not true. you can love people without being in love with yourself. it’s true. i’ve done it. i became a writer that way, but before i start using the word love carelessly– i want to treat my own body like it’s a sapling that’s not quite the tree that i’d sit under to read my favorite book. i want to make music with my veins pressed down into journals, so that even if i leave this place some day, at least i left my blood with my words and my lips with the meaning. i want to scratch my name into the stars and ask the sun to glow under my skin, which way is towards freedom of pain? or are we destined to be hurt? i want to love each parts of myself enough to carry my own name in silence because when you love people and you have nothing left for yourself and they leave– that’s where all the heartbroken artists live and still live even after they’ve healed. i’ve seen your response, i am living proof that you can love people even if you don’t love yourself. it has both made me a better person, but it has also broke a part of me that i can’t fix. they say that men shouldn’t cry because it’s weak. i used to be quite different. now, i think it’s okay to cry. sometimes when a good song comes on, i feel things that i can’t explain, i am a certain way that’s left to the unknown. i’ve been asking people a question. how do you know when you’re in love with someone? when you hear their name, your face lights up. when you’re having a bad day and all they have to do is be there for you to feel better. when you’re just absolutely sure that it is love and not an illusion. i don’t feel any of those things for anyone, but i’d like to have enough confidence to tell you that you are beautiful, i just can’t fix yet another broken person with my smile. my sister tells me that i attract broken people through my insane methods of empathy, i can be lethal if not taken in small doses. i think it’s like that for anyone who just needs to forget. are you trying to forget about someone too? i wanted you to feel pretty, so i bought my favorite flowers for you. i wanted to give attention, so i write to you. i wanted you to know that you’re too angry, i understand anger, so maybe that’s why we’re close. they say that passion is destructive by nature because if you want it bad enough, you’d do anything to make it happen. they say that if you want someone badly enough, there isn’t an excuse big enough out there that you’ll be able to say to not do it. i don’t have any excuses. no more promises. i don’t have a lie up my sleeve. i don’t have a smile for your bad days. i can’t be in your future if i’m uncertain about mine. i can’t be your lover if i am broken too. cracked hearts need clarity not romance. a pair of sad eyes need self-reflection not sex. a smile that’s fake enough to trick the sun into believing that it has shined there once upon a time, it needs someone that’s able to help you grow. i don’t think i’m that person. everyone has got problems and who doesn’t hate themselves on a really bad day? i guess i’m just a little tired of giving myself up for something that isn’t promised tomorrow. because when you’re alone and it’s just you, only you can fix your problems. no one else. just me, myself and i. maybe i’m selfish. maybe i’m full of shit. but if that’s what it takes to fix this heart of mine, i’ll give it all away just to feel another day. so if you find this some day and i’m no longer around–
it’s not your fault, i’m just trying to figure it all out.
—  read this when i’m not around

anonymous asked:

I'm just wondering why you think CC is still together? I admit that I'm totally confused about the whole situation. While I do believe that D and C were close during Glee and I do feel that C has or had a major crush on D, I think things just got too complicated and they decided to end things. I can't see any of the players in this scenario put up with so much for so long? Eventually like in every relationship, you either step up or move on. No one is getting any younger here. Your thoughts?

Anon, there is so much more than a major crush. They have been together for more than six years.  And have survived the war they have battled for years. and sadly will continue to battle as it does not appear CC is coming out anytime soon. 

But I absolutely understand.  It is not easy to be a believer.  You really have to look at everything sold and see all of the flaws. On both of their sides. 

To me, the number one most telling thing is their complete avoidance of each other for two years. it makes no sense.  Add in the books, the songs, messages sent through social media.  It starts to be pretty easy to believe. And with very careful observation, you can see that its actually undeniable. It is not as hidden as you think. You just have to be really observation.

Possible Writing Challenge...

A love your “flaws” challenge….  or a Uniquely You challenge…

Ok let me backtrack here a bit:

I said that I wasn’t going to do another writing challenge, due to lack of participation with my last one (oh and I’d like to give a huge thank you to all who did join my last challenge!!). But I had an idea last night after I saw some random comment made about reader insert fics…

The comment was about how all the reader inserts are all about women who have perfect hair and bodies and are completely flawless and unscarred…  and it bugged me, yes, some are like that but I try to write reader inserts where the readers are not so perfect and feel a little more natural to me. I do the same with my ofc’s.  

You see the thing is that (and not many people know this) is that I have what society views as “flaws”. I have several scars, two major ones which are on my face and can been seen in my icon pic. I have a scar along my right jaw, and a scar across my left cheek. And thanks to my rambunctious kitten, I have acquired two new scars!!!

I also have a crooked nose, due to getting in a few fights in my youth. And I hate my nose with a passion, it’s one of my insecurities.  Some people comment on my nose, some don’t but a lot of people stare at my scars. Now I am used to people staring at my scars, I’ve had a facial scar since I was 5. But people shouldn’t be staring, there is nothing wrong with me, I just had a boo-boo at one point and you can see where it is. 

Now during research for some of my scarred ofc’s, I’ve come across articles where people are made to feel ashamed of their scars. They are scared to look in the mirror, or one of my “favorite” (and by favourite I mean that I loathe it) quotes was in one newspaper about a guy who got glassed in the face. The scar healed up nice and he’s still a good looking guy but the paper said “Some people think that the scar gives him character.” And it still makes me mad. A scar can give you character, yes but it’s yours. Wear it like a badge of honor, Something that is uniquely yours. Proof that you were strong enough to survive whatever gave you that scar, from a kitten that thought your necklace was a cat toy to a car crash that you were lucky enough to survive. A scar means that you are strong, a survivor. You are not disfigured. You are not ugly and you should not be ashamed. #rockyourscars

Now I don’t want to trigger anyone by accident, but I was inspired by @letsgetoutalive Mental Health Awareness challenge. But I want it to be positive! I can come up with some prompts, Aus or songs, and you can use the prompt and something off the list of “flaws” that I will make up, or you can use your own if you don’t see it on the list. Just pick whatever “flaw”, fear or quirk it is that makes you uniquely you and write a fic about it…. the way people who are not “normal” by society’s standards are treated differently. And we shouldn’t be treated differently because we are ALL human, we all bleed red. But we are not all alike and it’s ok to be different. And that’s what I want to express with this challenge. Diabetes, scars, over weight, under weight, heart problems, health problems etc. As @everyjourneylove said: There are so many of us who think something about ourselves is “wrong” and it really is not at all!! You know, people who think they are too fat, to short, tall, lots of freckles, scars, maybe no hair because of sickness, missing a leg or hand, have a birth defect, blindness, deafness, mute, race, sexual orientation etc. 

I repeat, I am not trying to trigger or pick on anyone, I just want to embrace our differences and write some fics with characters that anyone can relate too!!! 

Would anyone be interested in such a thing? @chaos-and-the-calm67 @theimaginesyouneveraskedfor @marvelfanuniverse @averil-of-fairlea @kaykayvoltage53 @drabbletastic @paigeinastory

And it will be multi fandom!!! So lots can join!! If anyone likes this idea, lett me know and I will get to making up the prompts and challenges. 

Mom

I wish I could dry your tears
with all of those meals and how
you let them cool on the counter.

I wish I could re-live all those years
with all of those books and how
you tucked me in with mid-chapter pages

I want to give you the sunset
I want you to take a picture
with the man in the moon

and zi want you to be able
to be a little girl again for a
day so you can see your dad
one last time and you can smell
his aftershave

choke on the cigarette he let you
take a drag of to divert you from
buying packs of cigarettes a
day

I want to show you the future
I see for myself so you can
smile and pray and sing a song
off key because as much as I
love you and all that you taught me

singing was your one flaw

bg-5/14/17

;) Happy Mother’s Day Mom.
Keep singing your song.

anonymous asked:

What I love about Harry is that "creature" is not your usual term of endearment, it doesn't have a sweet symbolism to it, but rather a shadowy figure and it makes me think of them after an argument, still slightly pissed off but also relieved they got that talk out of the way,seeing each other through good and bad and flaws and light and darkness and Louis is still so sweet, such a sweet creature who can bite and snark and cuddle and love and be loyal and god Harry loves him,the good and the bad

it reflects the song in pretty much every way (they argue and fight just like every couple but at the end of the day they always choose each other and that’s pretty darn sweet)

2

Forty Six & 2 (x)

I’ve been crawling on my belly // Clearing out what could’ve been // I’ve been wallowing in my own confused and insecure delusions.

Mad Sounds (x)

Mad sounds in your ears, they make you feel alright // They bring you back to life.

Stressed Out (x)

I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink // But now I’m insecure and I care what people think.

Masterpiece Theatre II (x)

I will softly pull away in this broken beautiful mess I’ve made // And in the dead and quiet I will slowly fade in this masterpiece I made.

White Teeth Teens (x)

The way they are, the way they seem is something else, it’s in the blood // Their molars blinking like the lights, in the underpass where we all sit.

Vindicated (x)

I am Vindicated, I am selfish, I am wrong // I am right, I swear I’m right, I swear I knew it all along // And I am flawed but I am cleaning up so well.

Trouble (x)

But I’ve got my mind, made up this time // Cause there’s a menace in my bed, can you see his silhouette?

This is Gospel (x)

This is gospel for the vagabonds, ne'er-do-wells and insufferable bastards // confessing their apostasies, led away by imperfect impostors.

To The Bridge (x)

All we are is blood and bones // Sometimes a soul.

And now I’ve gone and written “Anybody Else” from @some-radical-notion’s Yuri on Ice fanfiction (because I’m such trash)
The above video is from Verse 2 and yes, the weak voice at the end was an artistic choice, not my death 😅

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Full lyrics:
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Verse 1
{Henry with (Peter)}
I’m my own worst critic
(But it’s not your fault, Henry)
I see all that’s wrong with me
(You’ve been blinded by the jerks)
I know I’m not just being cynical
(They don’t see your greatness)
‘Cause I’ve heard the things they say!
(They don’t know what they say!)

I’ve been wishin’, I’ve been hopin’,
I’ve been dreamin’, that some day I won’t be me
But someone better

Verse 2
{Peter with (Henry)}
I guess we don’t see eye to eye
(Well, duh, how could we?)
I see nothing wrong with you
(But there’s so much wrong with me)
Each time I look at you I see stars
(Must’ve hit your head, then!)
'Cause you are my universe
(You’re telling the truth’s inverse)

I’ve been wishin’, I’ve been hopin’,
I’ve been fallin’, down into freefall
One I don’t want out of

Bridge
{Henry}
If I were anybody else, maybe I could believe you
If I were anybody else, your words might ring true
{Peter}
If you were anybody else, I wouldn’t adore you
Just be you!
Just be marvelous, wonderful, endearing, lovable you.

{Henry - Spoken, laughing}
Lovable? Me.

{Peter - Spoken}
Who ever led you to believe you weren’t?

{Henry - Spoken}
I’d list them off, but that’d probably take a couple years.

{Peter, growing angry and progressively faster}
Honestly, that’s insane, you deserve more.
More than the bastards who claim they know all.
All that they do is trick and break you down.
Down to the pieces that I’ll help you build up!

It won’t be easy, knowing you, knowing me.
But it will be worth it, oh, Henry wait and see.

Verse 3
Just put a little trust in me
I know I can help you see
These little quirks, habits, and flaws
They just make you who you are!
And I love who you are

{Both}
I’ve been wishin’, I’ve been hopin’,
I’ve been waitin’ for someone just like you
Someone that I love

EXO Reaction to their girlfriend being insecure about her body

So I know this is a hard topic for everyone… I’ve been in that place and I know how horrible it can be. The only thing I can say is that we are not perfect but that doesn’t mean we can’t love ourselves. You are not alone and if you ever need advice or a friend we are here. Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/

Chanyeol: *Starts taking with you about all the good things you have* “Jagi you know I love you and you are really a great person. I don’t see why you should love yourself, but if you feel insecure I’m here to support you and be by your side every time you need it”

Kris: *Serious and caring boyfriend* “Please don’t say those things about yourself. I love you Y/N and that won’t change and I want you to be happy!”

Sehun: *Stares at you for five minutes before speaking* “You know something sweetie? You are the most beautiful girl I’ve even seen in the world! I love you and you should do that too! Because no matter how I look I can’t seem to find any flaws in you”

Tao: *Feels really bad about it* “Oh Y/N you are making me so sad… I don’t know how to make you understand that you are really perfect… Please believe in me.. there’s nothing to be afraid of”

Kai: *Tries to make you smile because he can’t see you sad* “Look at me sweetie, you are so cute.. and I love those cheeks of you.. and how you are like a sweet kitty…”

Xiumin: *Really worried because he knows how it feels and how hard it can be. He knows he needs to be by your side and make you see little by little your strong points and help you to accept what you don’t like* “Y/N…we will work on it.. I swear I will make you happy”

Baekhyun: *He decides to prepare you a surprise, something really special that will make you feel better. He decided to give you a letter but also a song, where he can say all those things he loves about you, even the ones you think are flaws. He is in love with you and he won’t give up until you get more confident* 

Luhan: *Records a video telling you everything he feels about you and how he fell in love with you not only because of your beauty but also your nice heart and how brilliant you are* “I never thought there would be in the world a girl like you…”

Chen: *In disguise* “Tell me who was the person who made you feel this way about yourself. Because we are going to have a very serious chat about how to treat girls and how stupid he was for telling you all those lies!”

Kyungsoo: *Cries when he sees how harsh you are being with yourself* “Stop… it’s painful. I love you.. isn’t that enough proof of how perfect you are? You really are one of a kind…”

Lay: *Supportive boyfriend* “Come to my arms.. I’ll make you feel better with my love. Those things aren’t true.. you are really beautiful and a great girl. I love you with all my heart” *Kisses and hugs you*

Suho: *hugs you* Come here… you’ll feel better in my arms. Y/N there’s no need to feel insecure.. whenever you feel weak I’ll be next to you to give you strength” *Nicest boyfriend of the world*

I wrote a song called “I Really Don’t See How Y'all Can Honest To God Defend Someone Who Used A Character Coded As A WOC For Character Development” it’s just 4 hours of me screaming

Song of the day #409

Why can’t we say the things, the things we wish we would?
Why can’t we laugh the way, the way we know we should?
Fall under the weight of all the pressure that’s misplaced
Flaws that I embrace

Everybody sees your head’s hung low.
They don’t ask, they don’t wanna know us.
I’ll be the one, I’ll be your spark,
I’ll be your light led through the darkness.

Lost pt. 2 | Jumin x MC Fanfic

Fandom: Mystic Messenger (MysMe)

Pairing: Jumin Han x Reader/MC/You

Summary: This is the part 2 of Lost Fanfic. The story continues from Part 1 after the series of events that happened. uvu the idea of the part 2 came from this request of a very lovely anon~

The manner of writing is flashback to present time.

Genre: Fluff/Angst

A/N: Hey everyone! The long awaited Lost Part 2!!! Please enjoy reading! I love you all and I’m sorry about this one~ It is fluffy and angsty. Please listen to the song of HSM 3′s Can I have this dance for better reading experience~ thank you for waiting for this!


[This story is told on Jumin’s Point of View.]

“Hey, Jumin?” She bounced back on my office’s couch and turned her body to face me, a big smile plastered upon her features. She has been visiting me every day whenever I go to work and I have no qualms about it. I always felt relieved whenever she’s on my line of sight.

I smiled at the thought. I feel at ease. Very strange. It seems that all of my worries just fades away whenever I get the chance to be graced with her smiles. I looked at her as I set down the fresh batch of documents that needs my signature.

“Yes, MC? What is it?” I settled my pen on my table as I slowly rose up from my office chair.

“Have you ever heard of the song, ‘Can I have this dance?’ It was very popular before! It was from this movie I watched when I was still in my teenage years.” She clasped her hands and looked up to me as I neared the couch she was sitting at. Her face has grew pinkish as she fiddled with her fingers. “I.. Um… I wonder if… you can dance with me? I.. I really want to dance it with you…”

“Hmm…” I sat beside her, patting the space beside me. She slowly moved and inched closer to where I am. “Can you sing it for me? I doubt I’ve ever heard of it.”

“W-what?” Adorable. She felt conscious. “B-but… I can’t sing. I’m terribly… tone deaf.” Her voice now small, I saw a faint blush on her cheeks. I chuckled as I stretched my hands and caressed her hair, tucking back loose brown strands behind her ears. Beautiful.

“You’re perfect for me, despite your flaws. Isn’t that not enough?” I urged her and I saw her blush deepened. I’ll truly never get tired of seeing her face for my lifetime.

“W-well… How about I search for the song and I’ll make you listen to it? That’s a good alternative, right?” She urged further whilst fishing for her phone from her shoulder bag. “It would save your ears from my voice too!”

“Alright, as you wish, my love.” I smiled to show it’s alright. If only she can understand… that I want her to lay all her problems and flaws to me. Just like how she slowly untangled the threads in my mind.

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anonymous asked:

(cw: suicide mention) i can't believe i'm getting into Stan Discourse but stan comes from an eminem song about an obsessive fan who commits a murder-suicide after eminem doesn't respond to his letters. stan just means obsessive fan. (and can imply you don't see flaws or w/e but it depends on if ur using the term negatively or not)

GJJHG THANKS FAM

can we pls just,,, sing a song,,, hold hands,,, be a lil gay w each other,,, i love drama bc im a cunt but it gets out of hand and people get on edge so when they see a tiny flaw or misinterpret a text or assume shit they just fucking,,, rip into ppl who dont rly deserve it. it is insane and its been going on for a while now, with a lot of you (me included)

just fucking chill. grab a book, brew a cup. meditate. smoke smth if youre of age


I love yall yall great but we need to breathe once in a while yknow

Ten Easy Ways to Get Rejected

I’ve often said that there are ten thousand right ways to write a story. Unfortunately, there are a million wrong ways to do so. That’s why I’ve found when editing stories for anthologies or judging contests, about 90% of them don’t make the first cut. Here are some easy ways to avoid getting rejected.

1) Use proper proper English. If I see that you have a large number of typos, poor grammar, or incorrect punctuation on the first page of a manuscript, I will reject the story. (I lump all such errors into the category of “boogers.” This also includes things like coffee or cat pee stains on manuscripts.) I may forgive one mistake on a first page, or even two, but not three. Small errors suggest sloppy work throughout the tale.

2) Beware of starting your story with profanity, sex, or extreme violence. As an editor and writer, I want my books to appear in national markets. So I want librarians and school teachers to pick up the books and recommend them wholeheartedly. With rare exceptions, books that sell well tend to have something of a PG rating.

Recently I received a story that had a picture of the author attached. She was young. She was gorgeous. She had only three marijuana leaves covering her body. Don’t send me such pictures.

3) Do not write query letters that insult the editor. Letters that suggest that “My property is so much better than anything else you fools have published” will guarantee a rejection.

4) Don’t start off by telling your editor that you are planning a book/movie/videogame empire. Some editors will reject a work specifically because it looks “too much like a movie.” I’ve received submissions that contain photos of every star that the author plans to use in his first movie, along with a breakdown of the 400-million dollar budget. I often get such packages with release forms attached, so that I have to promise not to steal the author’s ideas before I open it. I understand that the author is excited, but it really does look silly.

5) In your query letters, do not offer bribes to editors. I once had an editor friend who got a letter with a penny, an aspirin, and a condom in it. The young writer said, “There, I’ve offered you sex, drugs, and money—now will you accept my proposal?” The editor was not amused. On one or two occasions, I have heard of editors who actually were offered bribes, but the editors didn’t take them. However, that makes me wonder. If an editor did take a bribe, would he ever tell anyone? And how much do you need to offer an editor? They get paid less than church mice. Hmmm … maybe that explains some of those poor books I’ve seen…

6) Never put a cover illustration in with your manuscript. If you’re writing a fantasy, it is all right to put in a map, but make it a good one.

Now, you might say, “But what if I’m an illustrator too?” The truth is, even if you’re a professional illustrator, you don’t want to put on a cover. The book’s prose needs to stand on its own. When it is time to get artwork done, you can submit your artwork separately, but recognize that the art director for the publishing house will normally be very leery of using your art. I have seen only a couple of illustrator/writers who have ever pulled this off.

7) Format your manuscript properly. A lot of authors don’t bother to format their manuscripts properly. Years ago, I used to think: “Okay, so these writers are novices. They don’t know the rules. I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt.” But over time I learned that people who hadn’t learned to write in manuscript format usually had fatal flaws in their story. They hadn’t practiced the craft enough to become publishable. So when I see a manuscript that isn’t formatted properly, it raises a red flag.

8) Never start a book with a list of twenty or thirty characters, or a list of every place in the book, or a dictionary of special terms. Your tale should instruct the reader well enough so that it can be enjoyed without those things.

9) Never try to sell a story based upon copyrighted material. For example, publishers must reject song lyrics every time, so don’t insert lyrics to recent songs. I’ve seen some great fan fiction. For example, in Writers of The Future a few years ago, I got a touching story about Gomer Pyle coming back from the war in Vietnam, but it can never be published in a major magazine. The same is true if you write a Star Trek, Star Wars, or Twilight story. Writing such stories is a waste of your time. Write your own fiction.

10) Don’t waste an editor’s time. Don’t send “true” stories to fiction markets. Don’t send your doctor’s thesis, or private letters telling the editor about your rough childhood. If my guidelines say that I want science fiction, don’t send me a mainstream story. If I tell you that my length limit is 7,000 words, don’t send me your novel. With Witers of the Future, we can’t have the author’s name on the manuscript. If you put them on, I must reject the manuscript, even if I love it.

A past student, Shawna Reppert, has her award-winning novel Ravensblood, up for free this week. It won the 2014 Global Ebook Awards for contemporary fiction.

In a life of impossible choices when sometimes death magic is the lesser of the evils, can a dark mage save the world and his own soul?

Corwyn Ravenscroft. Raven. The last heir of an ancient family of dark mages, he holds the secret to recreating the Ravensblood, a legendary magical artifact of immense power.

Cassandra Greensdowne is a Guardian. Magical law enforcement for the elected council— and Raven’s former apprentice and lover. She is trying to live down her past. And then her past comes to the door, asking for her help.

As a youth, Raven wanted to be a Guardian but was rejected because of his ancestry. In his pride and his anger, he had turned to William, the darkest and most powerful mage of their time. William wants a return to the old ways, where the most powerful mage was ruler absolute. But William would not be a True King from the fairy tales. He would reign in blood and terror and darkest magic.

Raven discovers that he does have a conscience. It’s rather inconvenient.

He becomes a spy for the council that William wants to overthrow, with Cassandra as his contact.

Cass and Raven have a plan to trap William outside his warded sanctuary. But William is one step ahead of the game, with Raven’s life, his soul, and the Ravensblood all in danger.

namethatiused  asked:

So how good is Symphogear?

I always have a hard time answering this to others. It has quite a lot going for it in my opinion! Great action fight scenes, cute girls doing cute things together, and amazing songs! But by all standards… it isn’t the best show out there.

It can also be real cheesy and extremely over-the-top (but that’s another thing I really like about it personally). Also the art doesn’t start out great… but you can see it improve season by season. I can go into other things too like plot holes, things left unexplained, and stuff.

Basically it has it’s flaws and there’s a reason why it isn’t well-known, but I personally connect with it a lot and I’ve made some really really great friends through it here on tumblr~

love in humans is real fucking weird

a lot of people will tell you that it is just a chemical reaction meant to push us to reproduce, but we have evolved to it being so much more than that. it is this complicated song and dance of testing each other’s limits. of exposing the gory parts of ourselves just to see if the other can look upon your flaws and say ‘i still want to be with you’ after everything.

some people have it a whole lot easier than others. some people are bland in their flaws- shallow things that are not real flaws at all. they bear themselves open and are found perfect and easy to love

others are fucking doomed

others have issues with their own self worth that makes it a chore to love them. some manipulate without realizing, some wander the line of morality regardless of how much they may want to stop. they bear themselves open and even those as ugly as themselves shudder at the sight, saying it is too much work loving such an ugly thing and it fucking breaks my heart 

it feels like this whole process of bettering ourselves by having our loved ones reflect on our beings is just dying. that people are so unwilling to look at themselves that they would sooner reject the horrors they see in others as a way of denial. 

i think the whole trope ‘you can’t love others until you love yourself’ is bullshit, because how can you love something that everyone calls unlovable? how can you have the sort of purposeful ignorance to ignore the opinion of your entire race and just love yourself regardless? it makes no sense. we bear ourselves open in hopes of being justified, of being accepted, or being bettered by love and care and we just get shit on and it sucks

love sucks 

Welcome to Night Vale as an Example of Unreliable Narration

The podcast Welcome to Night Vale gives a view of the titular town inaccessible through other formats because of its unique narrator and format. The narrator, the character Cecil Palmer, presents the town through his personal biases and through the lens of his position as a local radio host. The podcast is the local news for the dystopian town of Night Vale, within which frequent unexplained supernatural events are accepted as normal. 

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“You should know what you’re fighting for
Can’t promise you oh that perfect life
To get this far I’ve seen darker times
Never looking up, running from the light
Always out of reach, ignoring every sign
I have so many, so many flaws
If you take me, if you take me, they’re yours
And if you see tomorrow I’ll give you it all
Take me, take me, I’m yours.” - picture based on one of My favorite song and live performance of Flaws by TakeThat

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Count Your Blessings, Not Your Flaws || a blue sky fanmix

i. Wonder No More (Bronze Radio Return) Four long years and I know where I’ve been, I’ve been stuck up in a slow rewind || ii. Duet In B Minor (Pacific Air) Nothing tastes the way it should when I’m alone… I never feel accomplished, I never really stood the way I thought I could || iii. Real World (Eisley) And let’s face it, love, I’m a wreck without your help… If you’re not by my side, I won’t survive || iv. Mr. Blue Sky (Electric Light Orchestra) Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why you had to hide away for so long || v. Flaws (Bastille) Ones we’ve inherited, ones that we’ve learned… There’s a hole in my soul- I can’t fill it || vi. Human (Orla Gartland) My skeleton can’t bruise, no blood for me to lose, where is the life I knew? Wish that I could be human || vii. King (Lauren Aquilina) Glass half empty, glass half full, well either way you won’t be going thirsty, count your blessings, not your flaws || viii. Mr. Blue (Catherine Feeny) You’ve been waiting to break since you got up this morning… Mr. Blue, don’t hold your head so low that you can’t see the sky