i love you eternally for this

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How insistent...

After three consecutive asks from @thnks-fr-th-mngs, Darkiplier has decided to voice his final response to their messages. 

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Mediterráneo, classic song in Spanish by the Catalan singer and songwriter Joan Manuel Serrat. Here are the original lyrics in (European) Spanish and their translation to English.

Quizás porque mi niñez
Maybe because my childhood

sigue jugando en tu playa
is still playing in your beach

y escondido tras las cañas
and hidden behind the canes

duerme mi primer amor,
sleeps my first love,

llevo tu luz y tu olor
I carry your light and your smell

por dondequiera que vaya,
wherever I go,

y amontonado en tu arena
and stacked in your sand

guardo amor, juegos y penas.
I keep love, games, and sorrows.

Yo, que en la piel tengo el sabor
I, who on my skin I have the

amargo del llanto eterno
sour taste of the eternal weeping

que han vertido en ti cien pueblos
that a hundred peoples have spilled on you

de Algeciras a Estambul
from Algeciras to Istanbul

para que pintes de azul
so that you paint in blue

sus largas noches de invierno.
their long winter nights.

a fuerza de desventuras,
by dint of misfortunes,

tu alma es profunda y oscura.
your soul is deep and dark.

A tus atardeceres rojos
To your red dusks

se acostumbraron mis ojos
my eyes have become used to

como el recodo al camino.
like the bend to the path.

soy cantor, soy embustero,
I’m a singer, I’m a lier,

me gusta el juego y el vino,
I like games and wine,

tengo alma de marinero.
I have a sailor’s soul.

qué le voy a hacer, si yo
what can I do about it, if I

nací en el Mediterráneo.
was born in the Mediterranean.

Y te acercas, y te vas
And you come, and you go

después de besar mi aldea.
after kissing my village.

jugando con la marea
playing with the tide

te vas, pensando en volver.
you leave, thinking about coming back.

eres como una mujer
you are like a woman

perfumadita de brea
perfumed in tar

que se añora y que se quiere
who misses and loves herself,

que se conoce y se teme.
who knows and fears herself.

Ay, si un día para mi mal
Oh, if one day for my disgrace

viene a buscarme la parca.
the grim reaper comes to find me,

empujad al mar mi barca
push my boat to the sea

con un levante otoñal
with an autumnal Levant [easterly wind]

y dejad que el temporal
and let the storm

desguace sus alas blancas.
dismantle its white wings.

Y a mí enterradme sin duelo
And bury me without mourning

entre la playa y el cielo.
between the beach and the sky.

En la ladera de un monte,
On a hill’s slope,

más alto que el horizonte.
higher than the horizon,

quiero tener buena vista.
I want to have a good view.

mi cuerpo será camino,
my body will be path,

le daré verde a los pinos
I will give green to the pine trees,

y amarillo a la genista.
and yellow to the broom [plant]

Cerca del mar. porque yo
Near the sea, because I

nací en el Mediterráneo.
was born on the Mediterranean.

Eternally.

Brain wouldn’t stop itself. Small drabble about Prompto arriving back in Lucis after the events of Episode Prompto and Chapter 13. Very, very mild spoilers for Episode Prompto. Enjoy!

Prompto x reader.

1071 words.

Your heart stopped when you saw them arrive.

You thanked the Gods for the lighting on the dock at Cape Caem, the only shining light in the current eternal darkness that engulfed your surroundings. You had been staying in Lestallum following the boys’ departure, aiding refugees and helping the city grow, and had received a phone call from Iris that your friends were on their way back from Gralea following Noctis being absorbed by the crystal. You had rushed over to see them as soon as you could, praying you would get back in time to see them arrive.

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You said it. You said, “I love you too”.

You said it many, many times.

But now you’re not talking to me.

It’s been days. Are you even still alive?

You must hate me, you MUST!

EVERYONE HATES ME!

HOW COULD I THINK I DESERVED ANY LOVE IN THIS WORLD?

I was a fool to ever think you loved me.

But I still love you.

I’ll love you forever, and for an eternity after that.

I’ll never stop loving you, even though you never loved me to begin with.

I watched the CS wedding this morning (for about the 7436th time) and I was once again struck by the “for all eternity” bit. I’m of two minds on this, both of which are amazingly epic.

One is of course these two doofuses are going to promise to love each other for all eternity because how can they not? They had to transcend time and realms to find one another. No way they’re letting that go, no matter what comes along.

The second is they can’t exactly promise to love each other till death do them part because death did them part once already and they came back to each other anyway. Eternity is the only option left for them.

You guys. I *heart* these two goofballs so very much.

You are unusual to me
I cannot say why
Like a book I have seen
In a dream

Your rib cage is a mansion
Coated in sunlight from which fly
Twelve red birds, apostles, who wing
Upon soaring melodies, still soaked in sea-spray

Why?  What sort are you that
You fill with pity
At the sliver of the moon?
Oh, you are daybreak

Girl.  Unbroken horizon
Stepping thru coils of smoke

White knuckle’s bone
What futures cast

When the black striped
And orange tiger pads the quiet earth

When the miraculous egg
The black star of the firmament is held in the hand

I give you eternity
The throat of this song gleams well

Aeons drip slowly down its sides
And these are your tears

The smooth, spiral walls of stone
Descend to the clear, blue waters

Love loses its meaning
In your eyes, overwhelmed

The first, red bull
To take the field

Your name flows heavily
Down the tongue

Only because I have seen you once
Drunk stars in your voice

Moonlight silvers
Sleeping coils
_____
_______

STANLEY GEMMELL
6/28/2017

anonymous asked:

Sterek is NOT the creation of Jeff Davis!!! Sterek came into being through the chemistry between Tyler Hoechlin and Dylan O'Brien. Davis had no part in scripting the magical little gestures, expressions, etc. that those two shared that brought Sterek to eternal life. I don't even credit him with casting TH or DOB since that was probably another person's job. The only thing I'll credit Davis with is being one of the few strangers whose neck I'd love to stomp on.

ok wait… why do you sound like I said sterek was a creation of jeff davis? wait what

periphvna  asked:

Yknow, the post you made about all lovely ladies going to the moon made me laugh because it reminded me the greek goddess artemis, who is a goddess of the moon, also the goddess of virginity or something. Maybe not but ik for sure the moon. She has this thing that I think is called "the Hunt" and its girls only and they stay single bamf ladies for all of eternity fighting crime and I just love how there's so many "ok we decided no boys are allowed" now like in myths. Love your blog by the way!

This is absolutely amazing?? I love Artemis too. Also thank you omg 😭

deinde-prandium  asked:

So, I have two faves of yours. On the lighter side, I really liked Mile High. Such a funny, sexy story with the touch of angst and drama that you do so well. But I have to say that the story that impressed and touched me the most was D&C. I know it had to have been such a difficult and cathartic experience to write, if my own experience as a reader (and person who has experienced miscarriage) is any indicator. Truly masterfully done, and I applaud you for it. Sending love your way!

Thank you so much for this, dear! <3333 Mile High was fun to write… the fandom was so supportive and sweet to me about that story. I’m incredibly, eternally appreciative of that. (And Any’s banner for it is still my favorite thing ever). 

Writing D&C was definitely therapeutic to write. With the battery of hormones I was taking during IVF and then the miscarriage and postpartum depression and grief… my brain was (and still is) a murky, messy place. I haven’t really been able to write since the whole process started in January. Words swim on the screen in weird ways, even for answering asks or writing emails… it’s frustrating on top of everything else. So my motives in writing D&C were to try to prove to myself that I could still string together words to make basic, coherent sentences, to prove to myself that I still had the will somewhere in me to write, and to have something to hold onto. But if all anyone had told me in response to it was that it was legible, I would have still been over the moon. Hearing from people that they connected with the story is so much more than I hoped, and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been moved to tears that I was able to share her with the world in some small way. 

I’m sending love your way, too! <3c 

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makoharu life size middle school tapestry - together 170€ / individual 90€
makoharu duet cd poster 8€
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every animorphs book
  • chapter 1: my name is jake. I can't tell you my real name, because I'm the leader of a special group of kids... we're called the Animorphs. Because we morph into animals and fight aliens.
  • chapter 16: 'god, please don't do this,' i begged on my knees. Visser Three had all of my loved ones hanging from his claws in his multi-armed alien morph and was slowly squeezing the life out of them. 'you must either choose them, jake, or the rest of your planet.' i couldn't take it. i started to morph into a cockroach.
  • chapter 23: as i felt my own brain slither down my throat and into my torso to reform into my digestive system, my bones also began to dissolve into dust inside my skin. my eyes shrunk back into my skull and i could see into eternity- i could see my own mind, taken over by the yeerk. i had already taken my last breath as a free creature, now i saw my last vision as a being of this dimension. suddenly, i was gone. and my parents would never even know i had died. was saving the world worth this? i wondered, if anyone on this planet could be forced to prioritize one life over another, what choice would they make? how can any decision be right, or wrong? i closed my mind off, and fell into eternal sleep, my last echoes of thought being of how humanity continued to live on, but not truly alive.
  • chapter 26: 'hey, bro, wanna go to mc d's and grab some fries?' marco asked, riding by on his skateboard. 'yeah, that'd be totally radical!' i answered, whipping out my own razor scooter. as i pulled a nasty kickflip, i felt eyes watching me. turning around, i saw my own dog, and thought of the horrible truth only i knew. we went to the mall to get big macs. it was a good day to not be dead.
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To Bells! You’re my valentine ;)

Sterek AU: Stiles is the son of the richest man in California - his dad made his life as a personal investigator and ended uplanding on more money than he ever hoped for after a big case. It was uphill from there. The downside is Stiles can’t trust anyone. After befriending Derek Hale, a senior in the college Stiles attends to, things take a unexpected turn. His new friend asks him to be his fake boyfriend for a week, just to get the family’s guy to leave him alone. What Stiles doesn’t expect is for Derek’s family to think Stiles is a gold-digger, since they’re basically royalty… in the small town they live. He’s also surprised to realize that Derek’s uncle, Peter, is one of the guys his father is currently investigating

The feelings Stiles start to develop for his friend don’t really help. The sex ends up being amazing, though

anonymous asked:

do you ever think about how when even was manic he said 'we're so going to get married' and then when he was depressed he said 'in another universe we're together for all eternity' and cry

I cry more about what that turned into actually??? They started off talking on such a grand scale, “man of my life” and “married” and “eternity”, and while that might be romantic… I feel like that didn’t serve Even particularly well? If you’re living life as a film, you might make the big gesture and let the curtain fall. If you’re living life thinking of all the parallel universes, you can comfort yourself that one of them is getting it ‘right’. What I really loved about season three was that it wasn’t too precious about anything, Isak and Even enjoyed all the talk about the infinite and du er mannen i mitt liv but it wasn’t what ended up actually meaning the most to them. 

What wound up being the most important thing was you and me and this bed and now. And then ‘move in with me because I want you and your dirty socks and your elbow next to mine on the kitchen table’. The everyday, every day. The “now” means more to me than any hypothetical forever and they’re giving everything they could right at this minute. That’s what gets me more than anything with them, seeing them take such good care of each other because they aren’t counting on anything else. Because life is