#i just love this moment right here #the pure happiness radiating from both of them #’do you want to get out of here’ and an emphatic ‘yes’ #alec’s slowly spreading grin #magnus’s smitten face and the embodiment of heart-eyes #the way they circle in each other’s gravity #it’s a fleeting moment but it feels like everything
↳get to know me:favorite female characters → the ghibli girls “Many of my movies have strong female leads – brave, self-sufficient girls that don’t think twice about fighting for what they believe in with all their heart. They’ll need a friend, or a supporter, but never a savior. Any woman is just as capable of being a hero as any man.”(– Hayao Miyazaki)
It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.
When she hears a soft tapping on her window five minutes after the Miraculous Cure goes out, her stomach pitches forward. Greyling hovers at the pane, a strained look on his face and a hand cupping his right shoulder.
Something happened after she’d left. After the cure.
Hey, everyone! just so everyone knows this isn't a real skin though I wish it was x) I decided to do a major edit of Zenyatta to make it look like he actually had a Kitsune skin in the game! I based my design on @younggenji ‘s (hope that's okay!) design but with a lot of my own takes on it like rather than him having a mask on I made it his actual face design ^-^.
Oh, my grumpy dog! Why does no one recognize that you’re grumpy too?!
With the recent announcement of Cats and Dogs, my excitement got the better of me! I couldn’t help myself, I just had to make this simple edit of my favorite backyard stuff shirt.I hand-drew the graphic of the dog myself, inspired by my own dog’s constant mood. I love my grumpy dog, and I hope ya’ll enjoy!
“I found myself in the ‘Ladies’ with her, I pulled my messy hair up in a hurry and unpicked the tulle that covered my breasts, she, seeing herself in the mirror, smiling left, then right. She smelled of Chanel No. 5. I adored her, watched her, fascinated, forgetting my hair. I wanted to be ‘HER,’ having her own personality and character. It was the first and last time in my life I saw her. She seduced me in 30 seconds. It emanated from her graceful fragility, soft playfulness. I’ll never forget her, and when I learnt the news of her death a few years later, I had a very painful pinch in the heart as if a very loved person just left me.” ㅡ Brigitte Bardot on Marilyn Monroe.
All this time. This was what was wrong with me. All this time I had been trying to figure out the secrets of the universe, the secrets of my own body, of my own heart. All of the answers had always been so close and yet I had always fought them without even knowing it. From the minute I’d met Dante, I had fallen in love with him.I just didn’t let myself know it, think it, feel it. My father was right. And it was true what my mother said. We all fight our own private wars.
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
night I was at work at my Family Owned Beverage Shop (edit: my family
does not own it. Poor choice of words. It is owned by a family though).
It’s not my favorite job I’ve ever had because the customers are
incredibly entitled. However, it’s a fairly young business and I’ve been
in customer service long enough to not give in to spoiled customers
just because they want me to.
Anyway. The end of the night was approaching, beautiful, sacred
closing time. We had gotten a decent rush about 20 minutes before we
closed (at 10pm) so we were a little cranky about how behind we were on
finishing our tasks for the night. At 9:55, we’re finally getting
somewhere with our cleaning when the phone rings. Sounds like a youngish
boy, I’d say 15y/o at most. He asked what time we closed, and I
responded with my usual, “We close at 10 every night, but we’ll be open
at 11 again tomorrow morning!” That’s not working for him. “My friends
and I really want some of your drinks but we can’t be there by 10, can
we come like five minutes after and still get drinks?” I tell him no,
the doors get locked promptly at 10. “Oh, well we really want the
drinks, what can you do?” I say “You can be here by 10, because I
personally will be locking the doors.” We hang up. I know he’s going to
try to come in anyway.
Sure enough, at 10:06, my coworkers and I hear a bunch of banging and
rattling on the closed doors. Yep, like three or four high school aged
kids. Sorry, we’re closed. The chairs are up, the menu is turned off,
someone is mopping, THE DOORS ARE LOCKED. Any time they catch one of our
eyes (which we all do our best to avoid) they give us what they think
are puppy dog eyes, and we laugh and shake our heads at them. No dice.
They keep assaulting the doors. It’s getting annoying, so I look up at
them brightly with a big smile and start walking toward the doors. They
start getting excited, thinking they’ve finally worn us down. I hold eye
contact until I swerve to the right to turn off all the lights. I could
hear their collective “awwwww!!!” of disappointment through the door.
It felt amazing. They left. I laughed. I won.
So my boyfriend recently went on a trip to Japan and, because he’s awesome and the best, he came back and surprised me with some awesome things – Japanese editions of some of Haruki Murakami’s books! Now, I don’t speak/read Japanese, but Murakami is easily one of my favorite authors and I love owning editions of translated books in their original language, so I was thrilled to received these. The books themselves are these adorable little paperbacks that I’ve had so much fun looking at. Just look at these beauties:
(From left: Hard-boiled Wonderland the End of the World, IQ84 Part One, and The Second Bakery Attack)
And (because this is just something that’s neat to me) he said that when he bought they cashier puts on these nice little paper coverings, which I think is super smart! Look how neat these little things are:
Do any of you like owning editions of books in their original language even if you don’t know it!? Maybe one day… (I only have about 50 different languages I want to learn…)
He leaped back with a curse. I laughed, the sound rasping out of me. Not a chuckle or snort, but cackling laugh. And I laughed, again and again, as he lowered his hands from his eyes.
The entire left side of his face had been hit. Like heavenly war paint, that’s what it looked like. I could see why he didn’t want me to wipe mine away.
Rhys was examining his hands, covered in the dust, and i stepped toward him, peering at the way it glowed and glittered. He went still as death as I took one of his hands in my own and traced a star shape on the top of his palm, playing with the glimmer and shadows, until it looked like one of the stars that had hit us.
His fingers tightened on mine, and I looked up. He was smiling at me. And looked so un-High-Lord-like with the glowing dust on the side of his face that I grinned back. I hadn’t even noticed what I’d done until his own smile faded, and his mouth parted slightly.
“I had a lot of choices about how I was going to address this problem. Option 1: focus on me, get myself more books; have my dad take me to Barnes and Noble and just be done, live my perfect life in suburban New Jersey. Option 2: find some authors, beg them to write more black girl books so I’d have some of my own, special editions, treat myself a bit,” she said. “Or, option 3: start a campaign that collect books with black girls as the main characters, donate them to communities, develop a resource guide to find those books, talk to educators and legislators about how to increase the pipeline of diverse books, and lastly, write my own book, so that I can see black girl books collected and I can see my story reflected in the books I have to read.”