Barbados Bonding (REQUEST)

“Jaxon!” I squealed, pushing my now wet hair out of my face. He laughed immensely as he watched his prank play out, but soon stopped as he saw me get to my feet, “I’m gonna get you!”

Chasing him down the beach, he screamed and hid behind the shield that was his big brother. “Let me at him, Justin,” I said, leaning around him to try and grab him. “What did you do, Jaxo?”

“P-poured sea water in her hair,” He giggled, making Justin laugh too. To his little brother’s surprise, he stepped aside and Jaxon gasped, giving me the opportunity to pick him up. We fell onto the sand, courtesy of Justin sticking his foot out and I proceeded to tickle him.

“(Y/N), ahhh! S-stop it!” He giggled, trying to push my hands away, “I’m not gonna stop till you apologiseeeeee,” I sung, never letting up.


Soon, I heard the giggles of other presence’s. I turned and saw Justin’s sister, Jazmyn and step-sister, Allie watching close by as their brother was being attacked by the tickle monster. “Don’t just stand there, come help!”

They ran over and joined in, “Us girls have gotta stick together,” I said, and they nodded in agreement, pinning Jaxon’s arms up so that I could reach his armpits.

“Alright, alr-right… s-orry!!!”

Letting him go, he stood up and shook himself off, out of breath. Allie and Jazmyn were in a fit of giggles and I smiled at them, they were adorable. Looking up, I saw Justin sat with his father, smiling at the scene before them.

I was honoured that Jeremy had invited me to spend a vacation in Barbados with the Bieber’s (OG and to-be), it made me feel like part of the family. I loved the kids, a lot. They were adorable and so full of energy.

justin’s pov

“She’s so good with the kids,”

I smiled at my dad’s observation and watched as they used her as a human jungle gym, Jaxon on her back and Allie and Jazmyn on either leg. They were all laughing and it couldn’t help but bring a grin to my face.

(Y/N) was special. Especially with children, it was like she became one but still retained a motherly instinct. She taught Allie how to build the “perfect” sandcastle, Jazzy to plait hair so that she could achieve “mermaid waves” and Jaxon to be more confident in the water. I admired her.

“I’m so glad she came,” I added, “This trip wouldn’t have been the same without her.”

Seeing her with my siblings made me even more confident that she was the woman I wanted to settle down with, she was perfect in every way. Not only my siblings, but my Dad and stepmom, too. The way she spoke with them were as if she’d been friends with them for decades. (Y/N) was such a heartwarming person, and everyone could see that.

“Justin, look what (Y/N) found!”

Jazzy ran up to me with a starfish in her grasp, “Woah… where did you find that?”

“By the water! She says we have to put it back though, because it can’t survive on the beach.”

“Which is sad, because it’s so pretty here,” Allie added.

I glanced up and saw (Y/N) waiting by the water’s edge for them, feet splashing in the water. She was a masterpiece, I got so lucky with her.

“Earth to Justin!”

I blinked repeatedly and I heard my dad laugh beside me as Jazzy waved her hand ferociously in front of my face, “I said are you coming to watch?”

“Sure, let’s go.”

I walked with them to the shoreline and smiled at (Y/N), wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in for a kiss, “Hey beautiful.”

“Ewwww!” All three of them grimaced, making (Y/N) giggle. “One day, when you’re a little bit older, you guys will find someone who makes you really happy and kissing will be the last thing that you’ll find gross,” She spoke, making me smile.

“Now come on, we have a starfish to save.” She changed the subject before there was any protest.

Walking into the sea, we all watched as (Y/N) took the starfish from Jazzy and swam out a little way so that nobody would tread on it. We waved and she waved back before ducking under the water.

“We really like (Y/N),” Allie said and Jazzy nodded in agreement, “I like her the most! She taught me how to swim on my back.” Jaxon added.

“I’m happy that you guys like her,” I said, pulling them all close to me as we watched her swim back, “Because she’s gonna be around for a while.”

2 Year Anniversary

I did it. I rewatched Your Lie in April and planned it accordingly just so I could finish today, March 19th, which marks the 2 year anniversary of the day the final episode was aired. I’m in tears; actually, I’ve been in tears through the entirety of rewatching this and this anime is even more beautiful the second time around because I feel and see so much more. Knowing the ending and still being able to enjoy and feel all these emotions is what makes Your Lie in April such a masterpiece. As a musician, this anime speaks to me on such a deep level. Some might say that the anime exaggerates, but in all honesty, being able to play like that, being able to feel what they feel, is what I strive to be. Watching the characters grow in just a span of 22 episodes is such an amazing feat. All the characters are loveable, relatable, and unique in their own way! Except Tsubaki because I just can’t bring myself to like her  I can most definitely say that nothing can touch my heart like Your Lie in April can. 

Kaori is so beautiful, and so strong and I can’t help but love her so much. Her outlook on life is amazing, and she smiles even at death’s door. She’s everything that I aspire to be. When I was following the anime as a new episode came out every week two years ago, I desperately hoped that she wouldn’t die. This innocent, beautiful angel couldn’t just die like that. Alas, the ending that we all wanted never came to be. The anime remained faithful to the manga to the very end, and our amazing heroine had to leave us behind. The letter that she left behind was so beautiful and heartwrenching and was the main source of my tears. She didn’t have any regrets. In essence, her dream came true. She built Kousei back up when he was down in the dumps and made him into a better man. After her death, I was sure Kousei would relapse and quit music for sure, but he didn’t. Kaori’s influence was able to help him move on and mature so much than when we first saw him. And that shattered my heart even more. They’re perfect together. They were soulmates and anyone could see that they were the perfect match. How cruel is it of fate to take her away from him? They are aware of each other’s flaws, but they see it as beauty. They think each other’s imperfections are perfect. They were meant to be. And his last song; their last performance together in spirit— goodness gracious that tugged on my heartstrings. He overcame his fear to play despite knowing he would lose everything again and played for her. He played for her to say goodbye. Excuse me while I go cry my eyes out in a corner again :’)

I have so much more to say about this, but right now I’m a jumbled up mess and this anime just pulls out emotions from me that I didn’t even know I had and throws them right back at me without remorse. Watching this is like going on an emotional rollercoaster and not knowing where you’ll end up. But the messages and the symbolism that this anime conveys is like no other. It’s something that I can never forget and something that I would willingly throw myself into again even though I know it will cause me emotional pain.

But you know what? Being able to feel all this, just watching something that can evoke so much emotion and make you reflect upon your own life like that: that’s what makes me love Your Lie in April so much. Say what you will, but I think Your Lie in April is beautiful.

P/S: I was also so inspired that I wrote a poem in response to Kaori’s letter from Kousei’s point of view— http://uzumakipride.tumblr.com/post/158423889980/kouseis-response-to-kaoris-letter

At this point, I’m just trying to do everything I can to relieve myself of these tears…

anonymous asked:







What started with just a Chibi Velvet and Magilou doodle turned out in a bigger thing. It was really fun making them!
I have from Eleanor a Speedpainting. I like her outcome the most, same for Velvet. But I lost the footages from making Velvet

Speedpaint:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=72uNes6PyLk

anonymous asked:

Everybody's complaining bout Boruto and whatever (not a fan of him neither) but what's so great bout Sarada, really? I don't like her in the movie or any of the manga, be it personality or design. She kinda reminds me of a Sakura part 1 level of annoyance, but not for the same reasons as why Sakura was annoying in part 1, for different reasons. Could you explain what people like so much about her? Outside of the daddy issues I beg you

You’ve come to the right place. I can’t speak to why everyone likes her, just to why I like her. 

Most of the new gen kids are more or less clones of their parents (or at least they were until the anime started fleshing them out a little bit) and many people feel Sarada breaks that mold. She has her own distinct personality which takes bits and pieces from her parents but also contains aspects that are uniquely her. I don’t know why you feel she’s Part 1 Sakura levels annoying as she basically has none of the same tendencies (obsessing over a boy, violent outbursts of anger, overly emotional, etc). She actually behaves in a way almost antithetical to that in that she’s not forced to revolve around a male character (yet at least……I’m looking at you Boruto) and is incredibly capable and level headed for someone of her age. That said, I don’t actually find Part 1 Sakura annoying when she’s allowed to be her own character outside of Sasuke, but that’s another story. It might help if you specified what specifically about her you find annoying? 

Then there’s also the fact that Gaiden kind of made me love her because she’s like…..the shining example of Deserved Better™. I know you said “outside of daddy issues” but it’s impossible to separate the two because that does play a big role in why people like her so much. She’s this child who has been raised her entire life without a father figure and clearly craves paternal attention, which is why she idolizes Naruto so much after he gives it to her. There’s something very sympathetic about her character in that she is at her core a young girl searching for validation despite her monstrous strength and nearly unmatched physical abilities. Watching her character develop gives me the same feeling I had seeing the original chunin exams and cheering for the Konoha 12. She has so much potential and I just want her to do well and thrive. Granted, the anime and manga are gonna have ample opportunity to fuck up her characterization so that bomb is probably fast approaching, but for now I’m really gunning for her. 

There’s also just the fundamental fact that I prefer her to Boruto. I know you don’t technically have to ~choose~ but seeing as the main character of the new gen was only EVER going to be Boruto or Sarada, I would have highly preferred the latter. I find Sarada’s struggles and backstory so much more interesting than Boruto’s forced conflict with Naruto and the movie did nothing to improve my opinion of him. Sarada is the only Uchiha born after the massacre and I’d love to see her navigate that situation and come to an understanding about what happened (and actually be the one to redeem her clan since Sasuke’s clearly not gonna do it). I mean we just had a 700 chapter long story about an impulsive blue eyed blonde with a knack for getting into trouble, lets switch it the fuck up. In general I’m really partial to female naruto characters because they literally ALWAYS get the short end of the stick so when Kishi finally throws me a fuckin bone with a talented, rational, realistic young girl you bet your ass I’m gonna root for her all the way. She also drug sasuke into oblivion during Gaiden which vindicated me in a way I don’t think anyone is capable of fully understanding. 

Anyway idk, it’s 3:37am and I’m pretty sure I have the flu. Conclusion: I love Sarada Uchiha. 

anonymous asked:

Snakelor bitch ass Swift's fan are annoying and pissing me tf off. They're like Bad Blood out-viewed every song on Lemonade and I'm like her most successful era, 1989, still did not outgross Beyoncé's third most successful album, BDAY; she has less than half of the amount of Grammy's Beyoncé has, 0.01% of the vocal range and talent Beyoncé has, and she's about 70 million in sales from even touching Beyoncé's amount of records sold, but go off with YouTube and Vevo views.

Like who really cares about swiffer jet because I don’t.

The only reason I started playing League is because of Jinx. I love her character so much and have a blast playing her, but I like playing her top, which makes most players cringe in horror. It’s where I play her best, and we usually win if I’m Jinx top, yet I am awful if I’m bot lane. I’m such a garbage player, but Jinx fits my crazy so well I can’t stay away.

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Gareth in Every Episode» Four Walls and a Roof
It’s probably pretty stupid to be here. Dangerous. I don’t know, maybe not. You can see the threat. That’s something. Looking at them makes me feel better about things. My mom used to say that every day above ground was a win. Doesn’t really apply anymore, but you can still get some perspective. The glass is gonna break sooner or later. Nothing lasts too long anymore. You know, we marked our way here so that we could find our way back after. So stupid, right? I mean back to what? It wasn’t just a trap. It was gonna be a choice. You join us or feed us. You know bears when they start to starve, they eat their young. If the bear dies, the cub dies anyway. But if the bear lives, it can always have another cub. That was part of the pitch. You know, Greg and Mike came this close to nabbing that grey-haired queen bitch who killed my mom. She drove away with the archer. Greg saw them pull away. Can’t wait to try her. I like women better. Most of us do. My brother Alex has, also currently dead because of Rick, he had a theory that it was because of the extra layer of fat that women have, you know, for childbearing. Even the skinny girls have it. Like that pretty one, Sasha? I think pretty people taste better, too. We’re going to get all of them. But for starters, you’ll do just fine. We did a good job on your leg. We’ve had practice. When we started, it was about making it slow. I’m being a human being here. I’m talking to you. Perspective, Bob. You’re above ground. At least you’re better off than them.We saw you go into the woods with a bag and come out without it. Had to pull my spotters back before we could go look for it. What was in it? You hid it, right? In case things went bad? Smart. Still, we’ll find it. But it’s too dangerous to go out there right now. What was in it? I’m curious. And it was a big bag.

anonymous asked:

Which one of Rachel Summers/Marvel Girl/Phoenix/Prestige/Revenant's costumes is your favorite? Are there any fan redesigns you like?

My favorite’s probably gotta be her first Phoenix costume.

Although I do like her most recent look, with or without coat. 

The Prestige costume looks pretty good too, actually. 

anonymous asked:

*sara appreciation post* i think that sara as a character is very underestimated. There are some fans who don't like her at all and there are some fans who see her as just michael's love interest. And whilst it's true that we wouldn't have her if she wasn't love of his life i think that there is so much more in that character. She is a strong, smart, caring and loyal. She's a real kick ass when it comes to protecting her family. She is not overpowered woman and she is not vulnerable either.Cont.

And that’s what i like about her the most. We have so many who are strong but they are basically created to show that woman can be powerful too and i think it kinda leaves the feeling that those characters are a little unreal. But sara is not like that. Her character shows us a wonderful, powerful woman who is not exaggerated to the point where she becomes absurd. She is very real and that’s what i like about her. She’s an ordinary but truly amazing characters with lot of great characteristics.

yes, yes, yes.  let’s please have a sara appreciation post.

one of the things i immediately loved about sara was that she was a doctor…meaning, she was smart.  this is someone who spent years and years in school, which immediately put her on a similar level of intellect as michael, especially when you find out that northwestern (the school she attended) is far more difficult to get into than loyola (the school he attended).

but her being a doctor also meant that she was someone who liked to help people, and given that she worked in a prison, like she said, she wanted to be part of the solution rather than the problem.  she was attuned to helping those who couldn’t help themselves, far before she became someone who needed that kind of help, having used gandhi as her senior quote.  an attribute, that again, was also shared by michael.

she’d been abandoned all her life, first by the death of her mother, and then emotionally by her father, before his eventual death, as well.  add in michael’s death, and the woman seemed to be incapable of keeping anyone close, which makes her statement, “i don’t like to get attached to things i know won’t last,” even more heartbreaking.  the internal struggle she seemed to have with michael, not wanting to trust someone, get attached, only for him to disappear on her.

she was never painted as someone without flaws, and i was so grateful for that.  her drug use really lending itself to shed a light on how addiction can really touch even the most seemingly put together people, leaving them at rock bottom, with a wake up call that finally reached out and had her seeking help and treatment.  but realistically, not having that be something that lingered in her past, never to make an appearance again, rather something that continually popped up, as it so often does, a lifelong struggle to maintain sobriety.

i also appreciated that they never portrayed her as someone who was adept at fighting or possessing skills that would be unreasonable to someone like her.  she was just a normal person put in extraordinary circumstances doing the best she could to navigate her way through.

she’s also so incredibly strong, having survived what she did…the loss of her entire family, almost dying herself, struggling with her addiction, and then the loss of her husband while pregnant.  the grief could’ve swallowed her whole, dragged her down a dark path, but instead, she chose to put every ounce of her focus onto her son, raising him the best she could, honoring the memory of michael in whatever way she could.

to reduce sara to just simply michael’s love interest is a disservice to her character and to michael.  because he’s always seen her as his equal, wouldn’t have fallen for her if she hadn’t been.  had she been a one-dimensional character that he sought after to manipulate, that’s what she would’ve been.  it was the complexity of her character and the depth they brought to her struggle that intrigued him, challenged him, and ultimately had him falling for her against his entire plan.

tough as nails, fiercely loyal, incredibly brave, with such a capacity to see the best in everyone (sometimes to her detriment), loving mother, sara is anything but “just a love interest.”

and lord, her sass kills me when she’s done with someone’s bullshit.  

honestly, she’s one of my favorite characters.

and i think if we’ve learned anything it’s that sara scofield is a force to be reckoned with.

Thank God for people like Bzeek!

The following is a post submitted by my mom. <3


My biological daughter turned 37 today and is an only child. She is my world and I love her unconditonally. Like most mother/ daughter relationships, we’ve had our share of tantrums, glares, etc. which would make you think it was more of a “love/hate” relationship. When she became a single foster parent back in 2014 I was happy for her, but nervous as to how she would manage being a hardworking professional and a one income family. She has made me exceedingly proud, beyond words. Her first son, you all now know as James, who passed away almost one year ago at 22 months old. I never knew it was possible to love anyone more than your own child, but brother was I ever wrong, again. I was his “Grammy” and he was “MY boy”. We shared an incredible bond. One which I thought would never be equaled. Good old mom was wrong once again. Ray has been in our lives for 9 incredible months now and he, too, is a tremendous joy. While he’s not James (and we’re careful not to compare the two boys), Ray is proof that even while maneuvering through a deep depression and what seems like an endless greiving period, life goes on and it’s okay to smile, live, laugh and love again. This article about Bzeek opened my 65 year old eyes even wider to the remarkable,selfless love available out in this vast world of ours and my prayer is that more people like Bzeek become caregivers for foster children. If I could I would thank him personally for all of the love and sacrifices he’s made throughout this entire process. He’s a “saint” in my eyes. My daughter and Ray live almost 200 miles from me, but I try to visit for a few days, once every other month or so. I know I’m “old” and I guess “old” in my thought processes that housework should be a priority no matter what! You know “cleanliness is next to Godlimess”. That attitude drives my daughter BONKERS, but it’s ingrained in me and I’m working on shaking it, really, I am. Ray is always clean, well dressed and cared for - a happy boy to say the least. The dishes will get done and the vacuum run as time allows. When I visit, I pitch in as much as I’m physically able to, but that’s becoming less and less as time marches on. To all of you foster parents out there, including my daughter, thank you for doing what you do so very, very well….love a child who otherwise may not have known what love was. An extra special thank you to Bzeek! And once agin, “Happy Birthday Sweetie Pie - keep up the amazing work. You are a wonderful MOM and I love you!” Mom

Sticking with the Schuylers (34)

(Thank you for waiting so patiently for this-I had a long week that kept trying to knock me down, but luckily I pulled through thanks to optimism and ‘Times are Hard for Dreamers’ on a constant loop. Thank the lord for Amelie).

I love John Laurens, and I love his family, and I know this fic is long but I have like 16 pages of headcanon/development so do with that what you will, I love my fic baby.

(Tagging: @ellzabethschuyler also shoutout to @oosnavi for giving me lots of really good ideas on this one and also killing me with all of the Pippa + children pictures every day.)

This is a Laurens Christmas Eve. 

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There is a clear wall of sound coming from the fifth floor apartment, one they can hear from the moment they reach the stairwell. Alexander chuckles as Eliza’s grip on his hand changes. It’s a slight movement, but he’s attentive-he turns his head to face her while slowing their pace.

“That’s us,” he gestures down the hall, to a row of identical doors. Eliza nods, eyes unchanging and feigning complete comfort. That being said she is good at this-excellent, even. If he hadn’t known any better, he would have kept going along. But her breathing has slowed, visibly deep in her chest. The hand he holds in his has begun to pick up a moisture bred by nerves. He’s more familiar with the disguised symptoms of anxiety. She is much better at this façade than he is.

“What’s wrong?”

“This is a really big deal.”

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