i cannot even word like you all can

【TRANS】 EXO - Touch It (Lyrics by CHEN)

No words can replace you
They are unnecessary
It cannot be expressed
I don’t need anything else if I just have you
Yes if I only have you
Your dizzying silhouette
Even your shadow is beautiful
All of your small actions that
Make me go crazy
When you slightly sweep your hair up
That sexy gesture gesture baby
Your gesture gesture
I lost my way when I was caught
By my attraction to you gesture gesture baby
My gesture gesture
Ay and she goes like nanana
Ay all the girls go nanana
Oh yeah
You in front of me now is absolutely
Feeling good now
Feeling good now
Yeah I’m feeling good now
But in my mind boom how should I say it
What what in my head black out uh
My imagination is awakened
I draw hundreds of figures of you
Your small motions all seem like your voice
When you slightly sweep your hair up
That sexy gesture gesture baby
Your gesture gesture
I lost my way when I was caught
By my attraction to you gesture gesture baby
My gesture gesture
All my ladies say yeah nanana
Ay with one voice feel me nanana
All my ladies say yeah nanana
Yo yo sing it again nanana
Why do we need a reason
It doesn’t need to be great
Just one of your trivial gestures
Torments me
You shake me babe
Oh you got what I want
Ay ay I only need you
That’s all babe
Oh you got what I want
Ay Ay just stay by my side
We don’t want to regret
I can’t help myself
Even if I don’t pretend to stay calm and let it show
I keep falling for you without knowing it
Gradually without you knowing
Your eyes are facing me
Did you think I didn’t know yeah
Tell me if you want me
When you slightly sweep your hair up
That sexy gesture gesture baby
Your gesture gesture
I lost my way when I was caught
By my attraction to you gesture gesture baby
My gesture gesture
Sing it sing it baby nanana
Ay c'mon c'mon do it again nanana
Do it together with me
Your white fingertips
Oh as if you’re teasing me
And sometimes as if you’re indifferent
Your gesture gesture to me
Make me dizzy
Show me a little more
Oh as if I pass by you
Watch it baby
Maybe I’ll get closer to you
Watch it baby
My gesture gesture
Will stop you stop you
trans: andie @ fychen ϟ please take out with full credit!

you know those people who are just luminous, like they’re so beautiful and everything they do is endearing and all you can do is stare and hope that some of their light hits you someday. maybe it’s not even romantic but they’re just such people, they’re humans, and they’re so beautiful that you cannot make yourself look away

“They call me crazy for loving someone like you.” she smiled. “Someone who doesn’t care at me at all. Someone who just kept on ignoring my calls and messages. Someone who doesn’t even appreciate everything I do for him.” she looked at him and it seemed that he’s still not paying attention to what she’s saying. “And maybe they were right. That I am indeed making myself look like a fool. Maybe I just fall in love with the wrong person. Isn’t that normal ? Isn’t that happened to everyone else? Has everyone fallen in love with someone who doesn’t love them back? Is that so cliché? That everybody is getting used to it? I’m not even sure. That—billions of—people are experiencing the same thing. All I know is that, this is the first time I’ve been like this. I am crazy and it is because of my heart—not because of my brain. I am crazy because I fall in love. Do crazy means feeling something? ” she said still looking at him. There’s a minute of silence between them. All they can hear is the hush of falling leaves. Autumn has begun. And like leaves her heart is still falling for someone who isn’t willing to catch it. For the first time, he looked at her directly. He said the words she’s sure she will always remember. “ They were all wrong. If there’s someone here who is crazy, that is me. Because I cannot even appreciate every little thing that you have done for me. And all I can think of is—am I normal ? Am I still real? Because I’m sure, I can’t feel anything. ”. With that, he walked away without waiting for her reaction. And she thought that maybe, crazy meant a lot of things.
—  ma.c.a // Perspectives
JOURNAL 3 BLACKLIGHT EDITION REVEALED! (Part 3)

Oh boy. This is it. The final stretch.

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Still Star-Crossed

Guys, we have until July 8 to change the minds of ABC network for this show to get another season. Like fuck this deserves many more seasons. Even though Torrance Coombs recent tweet did say the rest of season 1 will be aired, still. This show needs and absolutely deserves love and appreciation.
So ssc fans, spread the word as much as you can, cause this show has become my life and I’m sure y'all feel the same about it.
IT CANNOT BE CANCELLED. LIKE GOD NO. DON’T TAKE THIS ONE SHOW AWAY FROM ME !!! 😭
Social media is the strongest platform to make many more people watch this show and fall in love it just like we did. LETS DO IT GUYS !!! Cause only us viewers can bring this show back from getting cancelled.

A post about the show 13 reasons why and why I don’t like Hannah Baker.

By the end of the first episode I really didn’t like Hannah. This didn’t change, not even when I felt emphaty. I’m really sorry if I’m one of the bad guys, I’m really sorry if I end up offending someone. But, remember, I’m a flawed person too. A person who needs to write her thoughts now.

The tapes: for me, revenge. As I see it, the tapes were Hannah’s way to get revenge on everyone who hurt her. They were not about explaining, making people understand, showing how people change. No, they were about payback and haunting. And if you want to tell me otherwise, I’m all ears. People told me she wanted to leave an explanation. She didn’t. Because the ones who deserved the explanation more than anyone were her parents, yes, the ones who were broken in a million pieces after her death. In fact, I cannot forgive Hannah Baker for killing part of her parents when she died in that bathtub.

Justin: we learn how Justin started everything, everything that lead her to her death. Yeah. But we also see how messed up his life was. The reason for him to act like an idiot. I grew fond of Justin. I understood him in some ways. I cannot defend him, I cannot say it was OK, none of it was. He did terrible things but in the end… He was so troubled I don’t think he could distinguish between right and wrong at any point. I feel weird cause, after all he did to Hannah and Jess, I have the strange emphaty towards him. Maybe I’m like him in some way, maybe I’m the kind who allows things to happen.

Jess: Jess was wrecked by the tapes. She went through hell. And maybe she wasn’t a good friend. But neither was Hannah. Telling everyone how Jess got raped and couldn’t even remember it was not fair at all. Saying Jess destroyed the friendship by herself was low. And I’ll defend Jess, yeah, cause no one did, cause Hannah pointed her finger but, apparently, she didn’t fight too hard to keep the friendship. Also, friends come and go, I’m sorry to say. And you cannot, ever, blame someone for your suicide because this person grew apart and couldn’t be a real friend to you for too long.

Zach: shit with Zach was weird, I’m gonna defend him too. He had things of his own, and he really liked her, apparently, she didn’t give him a chance. And he wasn’t mean to her cause he “didn’t get what he wanted”, he was mean in response to her being an asshole, too. So, Hannah can be hurt and be an idiot, but if the others do the same, they are monsters?

Marcus: total asshole. Tipical teenager. He didn’t care much. But he didn’t deserve to be tormented either.

Sheri: wtf? She did one thing wrong and this is proof the world is fucked up and a reason to kill yourself? The girl was nothing but kind and was ate by guilt before and after the tapes, did she deserve to be haunted like this? I don’t think so.

Courtney: one more that was judged because she wasn’t a real friend and didn’t want to be so, either. Can you blame her? No. She wasn’t true to herself? Maybe. Who am I to judge? Who was Hannah? Courtney was an idiot but she didn’t deserve to be exposed.

Ryan: another idiot, yes. Bad behaviour, selfish and all. Does he deserve to live his life thinking he was a reason for someone to commit suicide? I don’t think so. He deserved to pay for his actions, he deserved to know he acted wrong. But in the end he was just an idiot who didn’t try to destroy her in any way.

Tyler: the one who really needed some therapy. He was always bullyed and laughed at, even by Hannah. He had some real problems and carrying responsibility for her suicide would lead to some things that are much bigger than what was already shown. So, this is just an example of the consequences of the tapes.

Bryce: didn’t get to listen to the tapes. We never learn why Bryce was like he was. We never see him being punished and Hannah punishes everyone but him. So Clay has to do it for her. She wanted someone to fight for her and that I understand, mainly because I cannot imagine how she felt. Do I blame Bryce? For many things, yes. For her suicide? No. Because she doesn’t put all the blame in him. He’s not the last drop so at some point she thought she could handle things in a different way, she didn’t.

Mr Porter: he was not more than a counselor, and he cannot carry responsibility for her suicide. Was he good as a counselor? Probably not. Was he useful? Not at all. Everyone is fighting their own battles day after day, he was too, and that’s why he wasn’t there for her. How could he know? Can he be guilty because he gave a crappy advice and didn’t go after her like she wanted? I don’t think so. She left. That’s on her.


Clay: she put Clay through hell, for what? FOR WHAT? he felt like crap, he felt guilty, he faced some shit he clearly didn’t deserve to. So, why? Listening to the tapes was pure torture to Clay. She affected him for good and that doesn’t seem fair at all. She put him in danger, a danger he didn’t deserve. Torturing Clay was low, and I cannot accept it, I cannot like Hannah Baker when I know she was totally aware of how bad the tapes would hit Clay.

Alex: the ultimate consequence… The list was a childish stupid shit to do, yes. Going to the boy’s locker room was too. Why did she do that? She wasn’t allowed there and it was obvious they would talk even more after that. Blaming him for destroying Hannah and Jesse’s friendship? Unfair and stupid. Alex was a thunderstorm, he had so much going on inside his head, he couldn’t even handle Hannah’s thunder, or anything else, to be honest. I would have liked to learn more about him… After all, Hannah’s suicide lead to his. So, are we to blame Hannah the way she blamed him? Alex couldn’t handle the pressure, the guilt and he gives all the signs, he silently walks to his death and noone sees it, no one cares. So what good did the tapes do? They didn’t prevent anything, on the contrary, they lead to destruction and more and more pain. Hannah wanted to be a ghost seeking revenge and she got it.

The parents: the ones who are fucked up without doing anything, without stupid tapes to explain shit. The main reason why I can’t stand Hannah is the fact that, when she killed herself, she was gone, the pain was gone, and exactly at this moment her parent’s worst nightmare began. She didn’t think of them. She didn’t leave a note for them. She dedicated her last week to torment all the kids at school but not a word for her parents. Her mother’s desperation crushed me. She killed herself but she broke them, in a million pieces, never to be put together again. Can you tell me that’s not selfish? Not even a little? I just cannot forgive something like that, because finding your kid dead in the tub is pretty much the worst thing a parent can face.

Edit: if you don’t agree and GET MAD at me, please don’t reply. If you agree or don’t and want to reply with your own non-aggressive opinion, please reply. Edit 2: in case you didn’t understand, I don’t judge the reasons for which she killed herself, I don’t dislike her because of that. I just don’t like the tapes themselves and the apparent reasons for which she left them.

Can we take a moment to appreciate the new official art for a minute here? 

So we have these three cuties all together, hanging out, eating potstickers. Acting like a family. 

And here we have VICTOR FEEDING YUURI A FREAKIN’ POTSTICKER.

AND YURIO IS JUST LIKE

LIKE SERIOUSLY, I’M JUST HERE TRYING TO EAT MY POTSTICKER, AND YOU JUST FUCKIN’ DISRESPECTED ME. 

I JUST LOVE THESE THREE SOO MUCH WORDS CANNOT EVEN EXPLAIN.

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you take fic requests but I love your writing so if you do, can you please write Cassian and Jyn in an established relationship where Cassian just casually sometimes slips into Space Spanish around Jyn? :)

Anon, I am almost positive this is not what you had in mind. And yet, this is what happened! Featuring the most functional version of them I’ve ever written, plus more bedsharing because I can’t be stopped.


Some nights as she lays in Cassian’s bed, about to be pulled under by the riptide of sleep, she hears his voice—soft, lilting—at the edge of her consciousness in a language she does not understand.

It sounds like poetry, the gentle cadence, like words made for different worlds than this one so ravaged by war. She lets the rhythm of it carry her under, into pastel dreams of peaceful, quiet places.

One night, after a mission that almost turned fatal more times than the human heart should have to bear, she finds that sleep eludes her. She presses her face to his neck, listens to the steady murmurs against her ear.

“I wish I could understand,” she whispers, then immediately wishes she hadn’t; perhaps these words aren’t meant for her. “Not that—you don’t have to explain.”

His hand drifts down her back, tenderly tracing the curve of her spine. When he speaks, his voice is gentle.

“I am reminding myself,” he says, “of the things I have to be thankful for.”

She shifts against him, wriggling closer; his skin is soft beneath her fingertips.

“Like what?” she asks.

“That we did not die today. That we are still in this fight. You.”

Warmth spreads through her chest, curls around her fingertips.

“Yeah?”

He whispers something she cannot understand. Then he bends his neck, brushing his lips against her forehead.

“Always, always you.”

Something bubbles up in her chest, some bright, fantastic feeling she can’t find the words for. It strikes her as unfair that he can express in two languages what she can’t even manage to say in one. All she can do is press a kiss his throat, just beneath the scratch of his beard.

His hand traces back up her spine to tangle in her hair, and she can feel him smile against her skin.

“I know,” he murmurs, even though she hasn’t said a word. “I know.”

Never
국민의 아들
Never

NEVER ~ 국민의 아들 

(listen while reading along, it always heightens my emotions and enjoyment when I can understand the lyrics)

I don’t want to love you eh
In the memories that cannot be stopped yeah eh
Everytime everywhere
I can only see you in my head
I hope it becomes a handful of ashes yeah

I repeatedly erase you everyday
It chills me to the bone, it feels like I’m being poked by the pieces
But as I look back, it’s a bright and dazzling road
By all means, I won’t leave even a trace of you eh

Not anymore, never ever
But why is my heart filling itself with you again
We’re not forever
Fill it with tears, with a sad ending
The end of us both, never

Yeah eh in my head
Now get away
We, that were once beautiful goes way up there
Yeah eh, that word that hovers around deep inside
I love you

Leave my side yeah
I’m very scared of you yeah
Everytime everywhere
It was a love that my life wouldn’t even be wasted for
I love you I love you I love you

I can’t even grasp or contain it
As time goes, only my greed to have you becomes greater
The one that is surrounded by light is me, the darkness
But you’re going further away from me, who can’t see eh

Not anymore never ever
Instead for me, it’s getting better
We’re not forever
Fill it with tears, with a sad ending
The end of us both, never

Yeah eh in my head
Now get away
We, that were once beautiful goes way up there
Yeah eh, that word that hovers around deep inside
I love you

It’s still raining sadly inside my heart
The night where you came down solely
I wanna see you again
I erase you now

I don’t wanna know
I don’t wanna know
The heart that turned its back on me
And those words, keep it to yourself
So I can forget all the moments I had with you and all the memories

I don’t wanna go
I don’t wanna go
To the small flame that hasn’t been extinguished
Blow your breath into it
I let you go yeah oh

My own self epilogue, now I end it
I’m going on my way
Not anymore never ever
But why is my heart filling itself with you again
We’re not forever
Fill it with tears, with a sad ending
The end of us both, never

Yeah eh in my head
Now get away
We, that were once beautiful goes way up there
Yeah eh, that word that hovers around deep inside
I love you I love you

Never in a million years would I have thought that I’d meet somebody as perfect as you. Everything about you makes my heart leap out of my chest. My heart had been shattered beyond repair but when I met you, I felt as if I was never broken to begin with. I didn’t think I would ever fall for somebody again, but I have and let me tell you, I fell hard and unbelievably fast. Ever since we met, thoughts of you have consumed my mind. I find myself wondering what you’re doing without even realising that my mind has yet again wandered to you. When I catch myself doing so, my heart begins to beat rapidly and I can feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach. You’re so enchanting and darling, I hope I’ll always be under your spell. You’ve made me feel things that I never dreamed I could feel. When I speak with you, warmth spreads through my heart and a wave of happiness resonates within me. I long to be in the security of your arms and knowing me, I’d want to stay in them forever. My feelings for you are undeniable and with every day that passes without you knowing how I truly feel, the more unbearable it gets. You’ve made me happier than my words can express and for that, I can never thank you enough. You bring out the best in me and that, my love, is what made me realise how crazy I am for you. I’ve even began to have this unexplainable craving to be yours and for you to be mine. I constantly picture us together and the mere thought of it brings such joy to my heart. Everything about you makes me feel like I’m living in a fantasy. Your heavenly smile, your melodic voice, your angelic eyes, all of it is so captivating. I cannot explain how much I want to lie on your chest and hear your heart beating in sync with mine, to wake up next to you knowing I’m the luckiest woman ever, to cuddle with you and stay like that forever. I want to that person whom you cannot stop thinking about, that person whom you brag about to your friends, that person whom you love so dearly. I might be dreaming way too high but when it comes to you, I just cannot stop. I know that you may not feel as I do but that matters not to me. The only I care about is being with you, whether it’s as friend or as partners in crime. I cannot imagine my life without you being somewhere in it, and I hope I will never have to. I only ask that you consider giving me a chance to show you what we could be, to give you everything that I have, to love you like there’s no tomorrow, to show you the world hand in hand
—  Letters you’ll never receive #4 // S.T.

<(~_oO°~VvUu*_//❤️\-  S E R V A M P   A N I M E - //❤️\_*uUvV~°Oo_~)>

do you all remember that day,
that day we’ve all been waiting for… !
waiting for a masterpiece to become an Anime ~~! 5. July !
WAITING
FOR
THE
SERVAMP ANIME
FOR YEARS ! 


god aka StrikeTanaka said: “let there be the 5. July 2016 ”
~~~>// and then the ultimate Servamp Hype began \(*w*)/ !! \<~~~

WUUUUUUUUUUUUUH ! :M
what a great day to be alive,
now it’s the 5th of July, the very first anniversary for our beloved vampire series ❤️ (9 *w*)9 !!
 S E R V A M P
heeppiiiii basdeeeey Savanpu Animeee ~ :> ! höhö ~
It really has been an entire year, goddammit, time runs fast as always ;w;) It feels like as if it has been released a few months ago, ahah.. :’D
but still, good times, VERY GOOD TIMES…!
I know some of you weren’t there when the ServampAnime-Countdown started, but it is a fact that every ServampFan was hyped af and a lot of us even didn’t do homework or something >v>)b
Those last days before the release were intense with creating a lof of countdown-fanarts and screaming all day long.
DO IT FOR SERVAMP -!

And then when the Anime was actually released we cried happy tears, didn’t sleep and probably watched the first episode like 6 times xD
ahh jeeeez, VEEERYYY GOOODDDD TIIMEEEESSSS
like, it was truly beautiful, almost everyone had holidays so it’ll be pure heaven to watch the series >w>)9 ! srsly, couldn’t have been a better time ~

At that point tuesday was the official Servamp day ! :D
nothing was more in important in life, IT JUST WASN’T.
And after having watched every single episode we fans talked about it, spammed pics all over our other acc’s, etc ~
For example my weekly SakuyaSpam on Instagram!  I simply posted almost every screenshot of Sakkun possible and wrote a bunch of texts down below =w=)❤️ ( especially enjoyable per episode 3 & 4..!! AHH YISSS ).
It was just incredibly amazing to see all those characters in actual bright colors, moving and speaking with those ikemen-voices! dayum all those seiyuus ~ everyone did a great job \\v\\) ! SAKUYA'SVOICELIKEGODDAMMITYUTOEARGASM24/7.

sadly there wasn’t the AliceinArc or the very first Servamp rendez-vous in the restaurant,
but ey,
it was still enjoyable, ne ? \( >v>)/
Even my father said he didn’t really understand what’s up in the Anime but he was truly impressed by those character designs/animations !
The alternative ending that people chose for the Anime wasn’t bad either, I liked that past of Tsubaki and how everything escalated right at the worldtree tower =v=)b
Of course the ending will be faaaaar more different ! so excited what will happen ~~ letthesufferingcome.. !
So if fans are sort of confused about nearly everything,
WE HIGHLY RECOMMEND
TO READ
THE MANGA
~~~ P L E A S E ~~~ ;///;)9 !!
the Manga is so much SO MUUUCHH deeper and exciting, just DO ITTTT :M !!
D O   I T



alright,
that having said it is still to say that the 5th of July is a very special day >w>)9 ! one of the best days in my entire life, ahah <3 mychildshallbeborntherehuehuehue
hope you had a lot of fun exisiting on that day too :>! If you entered later in the fandom, then IMAGINE THE LEVEL OF INSANITY WHAT HAPPENED BACK THEN òwó) !!
great times ~ gonna read my entire SakuyaSpam when I’m going to bed owo
And also remember, thanks to the Anime people got to meet new people an make friends ! It’s always great to meet new lovely people ~~
so THX A LOT SERVAMP-ANIME once again ( /*/////*)/!! words cannot even describe how great Servamp is, srsly

- AHEM
now my drawing,
have some Kuro with Kuro and Kuro !
Kuro carrying Kuro reaching for Kuro, bathing in Kuro’s kuro-ness and Kuro almost touching Kuro’s necklace.
Kuro.
can you feel his pain?
eheheh ~~~ !
last year I drew a Chibi Version of Kuro and his inner self with some water, and now the ‘upgraded’ version xD

// I’ll also post a Speedpaint of it on my yt channel! ( if everything goes right ) gotta post it a few days later :D ! //

~ HOPE U LIKE IT \( >w>)/ !!

MUSINGS FROM MY MAMA.........

After stepping away from the circus today, I thought I would share a funny story that happened at lunch with my Mom, and a few friends. I can tell you that between all the laughing last week, and again today….I should have killers abs by summer!

Anyway, ya’ll know that I am from the south, and my Mother is a very southern mother. She really frowns upon swearing, and side-eyes me ( even at 54!), when I use disparaging words like idiot, which I use quite often. I asked her once what she calls these people and without batting an eyelash said “Dear…those people are misguided and a little dim-witted and cannot help it. It really is sad to be in that condition”. Southern smackdown at its finest!!

Two of my best friends joined us ( they are OL & SC fans, and are very into TW and IG), and we started talking about the show. My mother does not watch OL because she refuses to pay for a cable channel! Anyway, I told them about the new GF, and they were all WTF…complete with Mom’s side-eye! One pulled up the latest pics on the trusty I-Phone, and let’s just say they called BS immediately. One then proceeded to pull up the T2 pics and said “didn’t they just go to this?….to which I replied yes. Enter Mom…stage left.

She said, and I quote about Sam and Cait…."They are a lovely couple, and seem very much in love, even though her dress was a little tight ”….sigh. We then showed her the Piaget event, to which she frowned and said “Bless her heart…she is trying really hard isn’t she? To which we replied what do you mean, and Mama said…"Well, it looks like she is trying to get his attention by wearing that horrible outfit ( of course, she was appalled that it was white since we haven’t passed Easter yet), and said ” that man was nice enough to take a picture with her, now he needs to find that pretty wife and go home".

When I told her that it looks like he may be now dating her, my Mama did not miss a beat. She frowned at us, picked up her iced tea and said…“Well…he is an idiot”.

Here’s to the wonderful wisdom of my sweet Mama, who just proved that even people who are not on the ship, or even average fans see what we see! Ship on sweet shipsters! 🙇😍❤

Could you beat this 'classical' writer in a fight?

Homer: 30%
Roving bards sound dangerous. It’s also still unclear if he was one person or multiple people, so you may, mid-fight, be jumped by a dozen randos. Sure, you’d feel vindicated for all those fucking epithets but in the end he’s remembered for millennia and you’ve beaten up an old man. Pass

Virgil: 90%
Scrawny nerd who wrote historical fiction. Had a hard on for Mark Antony, but who doesn’t? P sure if you accuse him of ripping off the Odessey, he’ll go into one of those flaily nerd rages and you can just punch him out. Please do

Marie de France: 10%
Hahaha you think you can beat her? A woman whose career was making fun of her own fans and writing about werewolves and lesbian weasels? She will get a knight to kick your ass while she watches from the sidelines, sipping from a drink with a little umbrella.

John Milton: 80%
END HIM. He invented the idea of turning your problematic faves into a woobie. His family will thank you. No one needs his bible fanfic

Ben Jonson: 30%
This man is bitter that everyone reads Shakespeare even though he was WAY more popular. You do not want to be there when he let’s out his frustration. Also he wrote a play in which someone makes a deal with the devil for knowledge - we don’t have proof he didn’t do the same. risky

Christopher Marlowe: n/a
He’s already been assassinated again. Don’t bother

Horace Walpole: 90%
This dude made a fake gothic home and wrote fucking ‘Castle of Otranto’. Don’t let his shit talking distract you and you can get this one easy. Get wreked son. Just beware of possible giant armored helmets falling from the sky

George Elliot: -1000%
i cannot believe you even asked. what the hell - you think you can take a woman who learned chemistry and medicine and all this shit just to show she’s cooler than men? you challenge her to a fight, she’ll hike up her skirt and kick your 

Charles Dickens: 30%
You might think that this is an easy one, but he wrote bazillion word novels, ran a newspaper, and went on book tours his entire life: he might not be strong, but he has stamina. Like damn. You might win if you remind him of his tragic childhood, but i wouldn’t risk going 800 rounds with a wordy englishman

Arthur Conan Doyle: 60%
This man believes in fairies. that’s not relevant, I’m just upset about it. he was a doctor, which i usually take to mean he wasn’t so good at the fighting bit. if you ask houdini, he’ll come and fuck him up for free so i’d do that. 

Edgar Allan Poe: stop
leave him alone. he had such a shit life, no one loved his books, and fucking arthur cd up there basically stole the idea of sherlock holmes from something he’d written. I bet you didn’t know that - it’s bc no one remembers poe except emo kids and people who think it’s impressive to know the raven. buy him a coffee and give him bus fare to go home

#SanversWeek day 7 bonus fic: soulmates AU.

Reposting this because for some reason it didn’t show up in the tags (again).

Since a lot of people on both tumblr and ao3 requested a part two from Maggie’s perspective, here it is. Does this still count as a fic for #SanversWeek @queercapwriting? Yes? Yes.

You can read this seperately, but it makes more sense to read both parts in order. Part one can be found here: tumblr - ao3.

Thanks to @bruisedcaffeinatedbitch for the quick beta and for being awesome.

Warning: mentions of homophobia (not a lot though and only at the beginning, it turns fluffy real quick).

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For most of her life, Maggie Sawyer doesn’t believe in soulmates. This may or may not have something to do with the fact that by the time she’s celebrating her eighteenth birthday, living with an aunt after being kicked out by her father for being gay, having lost her entire childhood and all of her friends, not once in her life have words appeared on her skin. Everyone, including her parents, tells her it’s because she’s a lesbian and therefor sinful, a disgrace, so she doesn’t get a soulmate.

“Your love isn’t real anyway, so why would you get one?” a random guy from her history class asks her once during a party at some other guy’s house. It’s a few minutes past ten and she’s checking herself for marks in the full-length mirror in the hallway. She turns around to find him smirking at her, his eyes sweeping up and down her body as if he’s deciding whether or not she’s worthy of being looked at, whether or not she’s worthy of… other things, and it takes all of her self-control not to tackle him to the ground right then and there. If she did that she’d be the one in trouble, not him, so why bother.

She tries to tell herself that they’re all wrong, that she is not. But since no words come and since there is no one to tell her otherwise, she believes them.

That is until she gets a scholarship and leaves Bluesprings, Nebraska for what it is, packing the only few things she still has and moving to a college in Indianapolis. There she meets another gay person for the first time in her life and to Maggie’s utter surprise, he has a soulmate. And it’s a guy.

From that moment on she starts to have hope again. Maybe gay people do get soulmates, maybe she has one, too. No words come, though. Every single night, just after ten, she checks. But every single night there’s nothing there.

She still dates in college. Nothing serious, just flings. Every time a girl asks for a second date, or a first one after they’ve slept together, she explains that she’s waiting for her soulmate to come along (because she has to have one, right?), and every time they ask her who it is or what she’s like, she makes something up, because she simply has no idea.

For twenty-two years nothing happens. For twenty-two years she’s skeptical towards the whole idea of soulmates, towards love, not sure if it’s for her, if she even wants it anymore. But then, one night, just two days before her 23rd birthday, the words are there.

It’s the middle of the night and she heads to the bathroom of her one-person dorm room to brush her teeth, all sleepy and weary and exhausted. Kathy – or was it Kelly? Sam? She doesn’t remember – remains asleep in her bed as she opens the door, stepping inside and grabbing her toothbrush. When she looks at herself in the mirror she doesn’t see it at first. But when her eyes shift to a spot just above her right collarbone, she freezes.

For about 3.8 seconds she stares at herself, before snapping out of it and practically climbing on top of the sink to get a closer look.

They’re small, and kind of squiggly, but they’re there, clear and prominent.

“Oh, my God,” she screams, and then she starts to cry, running her fingers over them, time and time again, because yes, she has a soulmate, and no, she’s not alone.

They were wrong, they were all wrong.

A few moments later Kathy – or Kelly, or Sam, what is her name, goddamnit – comes running into the bathroom carrying a baseball bat, still half-asleep and confused as hell, asking what is going on, did someone break in? but all Maggie can do is cry and run her fingers over her shoulder and even though this means Maggie belongs to someone else, not her, she celebrates with her, at two in the morning, in a tiny bathroom of a dorm in Indianapolis.

The first words are That’s stupid and Maggie has never been happier because her girl has attitude. She doesn’t sleep that night, and the next day all she can think about is her, and who she is and what she’s like – she can finally answer those questions with well, she’s got attitude, God, she’s so happy – and she spends the entire day being nervous and fidgety, eager to find out what words will appear on her skin that night.

She counts down the hours until the clock strikes ten and when it does she sees them again; words, so many words.

In vivo whole blood is assumed to be an incompressible Newtonian fluid, however, this assumption fails when considering forward flow within arterioles.

She smiles – God, she really cannot stop smiling – and shakes her head.

“Nerd.”

It continues. Every night she waits, and every night there’s words, and every night she smiles and goes to bed all giddy and happy and already so in love. Even when it’s simple stuff like Can you pass me the milk? or Twenty-five minutes is not that long! or God, I can’t believe you sometimes.

She learns things about her, a lot of things, during her last years of college, during the police academy, during her time in the field as a rookie and later as a detective. She has a sister, for example, named Kara (Kara, you’re my sister, and I love you, no matter what), her relationship with her mother is complicated (She has always come down hard on me for not protecting you), she works for a secret government organization called the DEO that Maggie knew was real (We’re the DEO, we don’t exist), and she is fiercely protective of the people she cares about (I got you and I will bring you back safe, sir and Either I come back with my sister, or I don’t come back at all).

And eventually, she learns her name.

I’m Alex, by the way.

It’s as if the words are spoken directly to her, as if she’s introducing herself, and even though Maggie knows she isn’t, it sends chills down her spine nonetheless the first time she reads them. She runs the name over in her head a million times before saying it out loud to herself, and once she does it sounds almost surreal.

She tries to find girls named Alex, that have a sister named Kara, but however much she searches and asks around, she’s unable to find anything (which makes sense since she’s a secret agent and all – how cool is that, by the way?).

But that changes when she’s twenty-six and decides to move from Gotham to National City to become a part of the NCPD’s Science Division. During her third week on the job the president is attacked, and just when she’s started to analyze the crime scene a tall and drop-dead gorgeous federal agent walks up to her, all cocky and with attitude, introducing herself as Alex Danvers, and Maggie has to physically fight herself from actually squealing and jumping into this woman’s arms, because is this her? This has to be her. Oh, my God, what if it’s her?

The rest of the day goes by way too slowly for Maggie’s liking, but when the clock finally passes ten, all of her suspicions and hopes and dreams are confirmed because her shoulder reads I think I met her today.

Sherlolly Appreciation Week, Day 5- The Abominable Bride

Hello again! I was kind of excited to try this theme because I actually never wrote anything at all to do with TAB since it aired over a year ago. Tbh, I wasn’t terribly inspired by it at the time. But that’s another story lol. Now I was happy to try! So although this isn’t technically canon, it also doesn’t conflict with the canon of that episode. It could certainly fit if you’d like it to…I know I would. :)) 


A War He Must Lose

“Going somewhere?”

The deep echo of Sherlock’s voice in the back alley caused the small woman to halt and slowly turn. Once she was facing him, he could see the fear in her eyes. It occurred to him that she was afraid of him and that cut him deeply.

“Suppose I’m not anymore,” she said bitterly. “You’ve come to stop me, I assume?”

“I have,” Sherlock admitted.

She nodded. “And is the whole of Scotland Yard out front then? Waiting to take me away?” she asked through grit teeth.

Sherlock approached her slowly, again noting her trepidation. “No, Molly.”

Her lips parted in momentary shock. “Y-you know…you remember.”

“Of course I remember, yes. Do you really expect that I wouldn’t recognize a childhood schoolmate who happened to have the same last name and unmistakable eyes as a rather short and slight, but supposedly male, doctor at Bart’s hospital?” He raised a brow.

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Revision Needed

Looking back on it, I can’t really say for certain what it was like.  Something is obscuring my vision.  So it’s hard to answer when you ask me: what’s it like to have transformed so much, so fully? 

To me, yesterday is just like today.  Is just like the day before.  Is just like the day before.  There’s something in the way, when I look back.  Kind of like driving a car with no rearview mirror.  All that I can see is straight ahead - if I’m lucky, maybe a little off to the sides, but my attention is through the windshield.  I live in the moment. 

Every once in awhile, a billboard goes by, boasting glimpses of the future.  I see a muscleman, sometimes wearing nothing, prominent and strong, on that flat white surface.  His gaze is slightly blurry, a little foggy.  He is looking at something without quite looking at it.  Through it, maybe.  But one thing is for certain, is as opaque as paint, he is a muscleman.  Another billboard has the same muscleman.  He is closer now, there is more focus on his abs, his pecs.  I can see, if I look hard enough, the glistening of sweat, hard, work-earned sweat, on his skin.

But, like anything else along the roadway, attention must be paid to the road going forward, and those flashes from the future occur mostly on a subliminal level, something glimpsed just out of the corner of my eye - yet the full depth of that imprint is unknown to me. 

The radio is on.  That, too, is something I perceive out of the sides of my ears.  It trickles in, carried on a stream of music that tickles my memory patterns, slides up them, and then latches on tightly.  It is so easy to sort of hum along with the words, even though I do not know or remember what they are.  Just another thing you do, when you’re driving down a long highway and just sort of go on cruise control.

It’s difficult in this life to make changes without someone noticing.  And now, in these times, there are so many more of us in the world, and we stand all just a little bit closer together than we used to.  It is difficult, now, to do anything that someone can’t see.  Eyes flicker over your face, your body, what you choose to wear, what you might be looking at.  What you believe you choose to look at.  How you believe you prefer to speak, even down to the reasons why you choose to believe how you prefer to speak.  Is what you do one-hundred percent your choice?

This is the lip of the rabbit hole.  You can see the dark, quivering down the chute.  You bend in a little closer to see it more clearly.  You think you are careful not to bend too far, to fall in.  You promise yourself as if in a dream that you won’t fall in, and then you fall in, and you fall fast, hard, nearly at warp speed, can feel the wind rushing by your face,

And then it all stops.   Someone is reassuring you, someone is whispering closely into your ear, a voice that’s half-hidden by the shifting shadows.  You can feel the warm, wet pressure in the curves of your ear, and for some reason, focusing on that obscures the words - everything but the reassuring tone.  Muscles unknit, panic unwinds.  You even smile a little bit.

I digress.  You ask me: what’s it like, to transform?  To become so fully something other?  I cannot help but to answer that it is like looking two ways into a one-way mirror.  I cannot see my reflection, but I know that you can.  And you can.  And he can.  One of me looks one way, the other of me looks another. 

I do different things now.  I spend what time I have differently - which means I choose differently.  Or I believe differently how I choose.  And when I choose, I am reassured that I am making the right choice.  I do the things that feel right, that feel like warm pressure in my brain when I do them.  I may choose pink socks today.  Bright, pink socks.  I have been seen looking at them.  That guy on the subway.  That guy in the ad, the athlete in shorts shorter than I’m used to, in the sneakers I got just yesterday.  I have been seen looking, and my eyes look where they are told to see.

And every time I look different, I see different.   If I keep looking, the more changes I see.  Which means the more changes you see.  I might choose to drive to the gym.  I might choose shorts shorter than I’m used to, to show off my muscles, because it’s leg day.  That’s why I chose them.  Those are the reasons.

I see myself in the mirror.  In the sneakers I got yesterday, and in the shorts shorter than I’m used to.  In a tank top that’s brighter, just slightly, than I’m used to.  And the me I see is the me I am, and the me I will be stares back.

anonymous asked:

okay but like, imagine that the lego batman movie existed in the dc universe, just with different names for the characters. how would anyone even react. bruce is probably sooo grumpy that he was portrayed that way but all of his kids are pulling out receipts like "i can think of 5 separate times where you were physically incapable of pronouncing the word sorry, actually"

haha dick jason and babs are all like I CANNOT BELIEVE A CARTOON GOT YOUR PERSONALITY TO A T OH MY GOD!!!! And Bruce is so grumpy like ‘shut up kids I love you but you’re entirely wrong unlike my FAVORITE kids over here.”

and meanwhile Tim, Cass and Damian are looking at each other like “well……..Dick and them aren’t…..wrong….”

even damian’s like ‘sorry father, the cartoon was right. therefore, at this moment, my idiot siblings are right. including drake’ tim who’s dragging out literal physical receipts and proof and evidence and bruce is like HOW TIM. WHY DO YOU HAVE ALL THIS.

i had a dream about you last night
you eyes were wide and wet with tears
but my words were like the hugs i can no longer give you
and soon enough, you were okay again
when i woke up, i had to text you just to make everything was alright
i pretended it didn’t hurt when you told me you were fine

i had a dream about you last night
except you weren’t in it - not really 
and i was with someone new
someone who wasn’t you
and it wasn’t right because they weren’t you
can you believe that even in my dreams i was wishing for you
even in my dreams, i can’t move on

i had a dream about you last night
but it felt more like a nightmare
because i was being haunted by all the things i want but cannot have
it started with you and ended with you

i had a dream about you last night
you loved me again

—  i woke up aching, i woke up wishing i hadn’t
(cc, 2017)

anonymous asked:

Could you do a headcanon about boys taking care of Candy when she's sick, please? I love your headcanons <3

ILYSM FOR THAT, YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW ANON LET ME LOVE YOU. Yes, thanks so much for the fluff and v kind words. I breathe in fluff daily, like, you don’t even know. Anyways, on with the headcanons. Enjoy!

Nathaniel

  • Is suddenly a doctor.
  • Has felt all types of sicknesses from his allergies
  • NOT playing this game
  • Makes it a mission to make Candy feel better
  • Is strict, Candy CANNOT stay up late and HAS to eat soup
  • Suddenly can cook soup
  • Always checks on Candy, questions her
  • Feels over her forehead a lot
  • Refuses to let Candy get up, she needs to ‘rest up’.
  • Gets kinda irritated if he notices that Candy’s getting sicker
  • Scared to get sick from her, he’s struggled enough in spring
  • Will kiss Candy anywhere but the lips
  • Sleeps at the end of the couch
  • Hates to do it, but he distances himself from Candy since if he’s sick too - no one can make Candy feel better
  • Had to battle Candy to spoon feed her that nasty grape medicine
  • Gave the “this is out of love” speech to her many times.

Castiel

  • Knows the basics of colds and fevers, he’s ready.
  • Teases Candy when she complains - but comes with a quick apology.
  • Can make some badass soup.
  • Likes to spoon feed Candy.
  • His soup is the bes t.
  • Again, Cassy is such a worried mom. Will never admit it.
  • Not even close to tempted to kiss Candy. It’s cold but, he hates being sick.
  • Doesn’t kiss her on the lips, he’s not playing that game
  • Let’s Candy wear his tanktop to keep cool, takes some pictures too
  • Keeps Demon away from her - he’s not risking his other babu’s life
  • Secretly getting advice from Lysander.
  • Has a fan around her if she gets too hot,
  • Very experienced with fevers
  • Colds are nightmare.
  • CAN’T STAN D VOMIT he has to leave at that part.
  • Will watch any of her movies, even if they’re horrible to him

Lysander

  • So lost, so confused.
  • Wraps Candy up in a blanket, keeping her warm.
  • Wishes he was the blanket sometimes.
  • Keeps a distance from her, he doesn’t like being sick.
  • Is really good with tomato soup.
  • Apologies when he has to give her that disgusting medicine
  • Washes his hands a lot after leaving the room.
  • Doesn’t allow her to get up, he’s at her service
  • Jam-packed with tissues, they’re just like BOOM - in his pocket.
  • Gives her mints for nasal congestion.
  • Sometimes forgets to give her a trashcan.
  • Is so disgusted with colds, but he loves Candy too much for that.
  • Gives Candy less kisses, usually cheek kisses when she’s sick.
  • Hugs her often, since it’s a lot safer.
  • Has her go to bed earlier, knows she gets sad about it so he risks his life and sleeps on the couch with her.
  • Accidentally gets himself sick.

Armin

  • He’s taken care of a sick Alexy before, he’s got this.
  • He doesn’t got this.
  • Let’s her wear his beanie, for when he’s not there.
  • Wears a surgical mask for shxts and giggles.
  • Checks on her a lot more than Candy expected.
  • Can make some nice soup, it’s kinda burnt though?
  • Doesn’t give Candy the medicine, says it’s ‘too horrible’ to do that to her - half-joking btw,,
  • Actually wore on a darth vader helmet for ‘safety precautions.’
  • Binge watches movies with her.
  • Let’s her walk around, he watches her though
  • Doesn’t avoid her, such a risk taker.
  • Side hugs Candy a lot, attacks her cheek with kisses.
  • Always checks her temperature, has one of those red temperature sticks.
  • This boy is NOT here for the vomit, he leaves
  • Always finds the best way to make Candy laugh.
  • Can’t help but kiss her…and accidentally get himself sick.
  • Still thinks it was worth it.

Kentin

  • No surprise that this boy is a doctor and a worried mom in the making.
  • Totally prepared, but a little too prepared.
  • Refuses to leave Candies side-
  • Constantly checking her temperature.
  • Likes to purposely cup her cheeks to check her temperature sometimes.
  • Hates how he can’t kiss her.
  • Keeps her on a healthy diet, sleeping schedule, this boy is the best
  • Sleeps on the floor next to her, he just has to be awake
  • Wishes he could have the sickness instead,,
  • Seriously feels bad for Candy, wants to make her better ASAP.
  • Doesn’t let Cookie near her.
  • Fed her the horrible grape medicine.
  • Cuts the pills for her -
  • Gives her his pillows and blanket, he won’t let it spread back to her
  • Cleans eVERYWHERE
  • Doesn’t mean to fall asleep, he accidentally passes out.
  • So exhausted
  • He deserves to be cuddled for as long as he wants.
[ENGLISH TRANS LYRICS] Nation’s Son(Produce 101) - NEVER

Composers: Hui, E’Dawn, Wooseok

Lyricists: Hui, Flow Blow

Vocalists: Nation’s Son

Arrangements: Flow Blow


I don’t want to love you eh

In the memories that cannot be stopped yeah eh

Everytime everywhere

I can only see you in my head

I hope it becomes a handful of ashes yeah


I repeatedly erase you everyday

It chills me to the bone, it feels like I’m being poked by the pieces

But as I look back, it’s a bright and dazzling road

By all means, I won’t leave even a trace of you eh


Not anymore, never ever

But why is my heart filling itself with you again

We’re not forever

Fill it with tears, with a sad ending

The end of us both, never


Yeah eh in my head

Now get away

We, that were once beautiful goes way up there

Yeah eh, that word that hovers around deep inside

I love you


Leave my side yeah

I’m very scared of you yeah

Everytime everywhere

It was a love that my life wouldn’t even be wasted for

I love you I love you I love you


I can’t even grasp or contain it

As time goes, only my greed to have you becomes greater

The one that is surrounded by light is me, the darkness

But you’re going further away from me, who can’t see eh


Not anymore never ever

Instead for me, it’s getting better

We’re not forever

Fill it with tears, with a sad ending

The end of us both, never


Yeah eh in my head

Now get away

We, that were once beautiful goes way up there

Yeah eh, that word that hovers around deep inside

I love you


It’s still raining sadly inside my heart

The night where you came down solely

I wanna see you again

I erase you now


I don’t wanna know

I don’t wanna know

The heart that turned its back on me

And those words, keep it to yourself

So I can forget all the moments I had with you and all the memories


I don’t wanna go

I don’t wanna go

To the small flame that hasn’t been extinguished

Blow your breath into it

I let you go yeah oh


My own self epilogue, now I end it

I’m going on my way

Not anymore never ever

But why is my heart filling itself with you again

We’re not forever

Fill it with tears, with a sad ending

The end of us both, never


Yeah eh in my head

Now get away

We, that were once beautiful goes way up there

Yeah eh, that word that hovers around deep inside

I love you I love you


Translated by: Yubseyo