inspiration from the imagination

Will never be over the fact, Victor and Yuuri tried doing lifts while fooling around during practice, and thanks to that, they ended up incorporating them in Yuuri’s, final, exhibition program.

JUST IMAGINE THE LAUGHS WHILE TRYING NOT TO LET THE OTHER FALL. IMAGINE THEM TRYING TO LIFT EACH OTHER, NOT BECAUSE OF THE ROUTINE BUT BECAUSE THEY JUST CAN’T KEEP THEIR HANDS OFF ONE ANOTHER. AND WHILE DOING IT, THEY BOTH AGREE IT MIGHT BE A GOOD IDEA TO GO ALONG WITH IT AND MAKE IT PART OF THEIR PAIR ROUTINE.

IMAGINE THEM MAKING RIDICULOUS PUNS ABOUT HOW ONE IS BETTER AT IT. TRYING TO LIFT EACH OTHER TO SEE WHO’S STRONGER. OF COURSE, VICTOR IS THE ONE WHO ENDED UP, DOING ALL THE LIFTS. (But Yuuri is not complaining.)

Having them fooling around after hours of practice, tired, but immersed in their own world, together. All the domestic bliss. Thank you, Kubo.

Based on what Kubo-sensei had to say, regarding episode 12, in interview from Pash! (2017/03). Credit for the amazing interview translation: @toraonice (Full translation of the interview).

“I’ll protect you… no matter what” 

Ruin

AN: There’s definitely some cheesy usage of the lyrics in Ruin. lol hope you guys enjoy it !


Originally posted by thugshawn

“He’s not good for you, Y/N. You know that, so why do you keep going back to him?” There was so much pain in Shawn’s eyes. He was the last person you expected to show up at your doorstep on a Saturday night.

“Shawn..why are you here? It’s late and I’m too tired to even comprehend what you’re saying.” You rub your temples, squinting against the light illuminating your front porch.

“Then think harder, Y/N. Please, because all I’m trying to do is help you.” Confusion has filled your mind, and you’re wondering where this is all coming from. Shawn had never shown signs of interest in dating you, or ever seemed to pay such close attention to your current relationship.

“I’m kind of taken aback right now. What made you think of this?” He walks closer, coming up the stairs. His hands deep in his pockets.

“I don’t like your boyfriend.”

“I’m getting that, but why?” He bounces back and forth on his heels and you can tell he’s trying to decide what to say next.

“Be honest,” you say, wanting nothing less.

“Do you think about me?” ‘Do I what?’

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Imagine prince!Woozi asking you to sing for him after finding out that you often sing to yourself while working.

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Variations of Gothitelle’s evolution line based on different types of Lolita fashion. Click on each for a full view.

The standard Gothic type is the most common one people come into contact with. Designers became very influenced by Gothitelle’s black and white color scheme, which helped give birth to a new fashion, Elegant Gothic Lolita. 

As soon as other varieties were discovered, such as a very “sweet” looking Gothitelle with pink and blue colors, designers took notice and created more Lolita designs based on these variations.

If Lolita brands existed in the pokemon world, I’d like to think that some of them took inspiration from the Gothitelle line.

I imagined the brand name “Baby, The Stars Shine Bright” was based on the fact that Gothita kind of looks like a baby, and Gothorita/Gothitelle get their power from the stars. The brand name “Metamorphose“ could have also been influenced by how Gothita evolves and changes each time, lol. 

[I’m so proud of myself for finally finishing this thing. My depression made me not care about drawing anymore for the past several weeks, but I’m trying to get back on track again.]

Notes:
★ “Wa” = “Japan, Japanese;” Is used as an adjective in some compound words (washi = “Japanese paper”)
★ “Hime” = “Princess”

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Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from - it’s where you take them to.
—  Jim Jarmusch

okay but i LOVE the idea of lapis being a rugged, angry sea witch. just imagine if her design took some inspiration from a fat old woman who was pissed off and been through a lot but she still tries to reserve her kind side for steven. imagine this angry, bitter lapis not making jokes about her trauma for p much no reason, but rather growing and learning its okay to let your trauma keep you angry. imagine this mature lapis treating peridot more like a daughter. imagine the gems learning to respect this rugged member. imagine a fully fleshed out bitter, angry and mature lapis that isn’t played for laughs and is allowed to feel angry and traumatized without being bland and unmemorable.

I Love You As You Are (Until My Wings Fall Apart)

Request: “can you do a credence’s imagine inspired by the weeknd’s song “shameless”? oh, I think that an imagine inspired by “as you are” from the weeknd sounds good too. I love your fics omg!!! thank you for sharing your talent with us. love.”

Pairing: Credence Barebone x Reader

Word Count: 2068

Warnings: mentions of smut

A/n: I make a lot of references to Icarus, so pls if you haven’t heard the story/legend I highly encourage you to search it up :)
(also to the person who requested i’m sorry this isn’t as smutty as u probably hoped for ahhh I just got carried away)

Originally posted by claracivry


It’s just me and you
They couldn’t see what I see in you, yeah
Cause I believe in you
You’re the only one I choose

“Credence.” You called out, more to experience the feeling of his name on your tongue, than to summon the young man. He emerged, finding you softly smiling to yourself as you savoured the tingle on your lips.

“Yes (Y/n)?” He asked, a mug and tea towel in hand. He had volunteered to clean the dishes tonight after the Goldsteins had invited you both over for dinner. He too enjoyed the specific array of syllables and how the lovely sound of your name slipped effortlessly from his being. Like the word was made just for him to utter.

You stood there, leaning against the wall, watching Credence furrow his brows while he continued to subconsciously dry the cup he held. The mellow moonlight poured in through the window, casting excellent shadows across his cheekbones and jaw. It made his dark eyes twinkle, a dance of black and white, brilliant light and equally compelling dark.

“Did you need something?” Credence questioned quietly.

You nodded, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth as you contemplated the way he might respond. He might run, cower into the darkness as he had always done. Or, with a sliver of hope you thought, he may just open the depths of his mysterious brain.

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She looked up at the sky, at the stars, and just stared. Stared for what felt like years but were actually five minutes. Her eyes moved from star to star and, even though all the stars looked the same to me, she seemed to find uniqueness in each one.
While still looking up, she finally opened her mouth and asked, “Doesn’t it scare you?”.
“No” I answered, “it actually makes me feel whole”.
She finally turned to look at my face. “That right there terrifies me” she said while pointing up at the sky, “the fact that that is so big and we are so tiny.
"It scares me that up there, there’s this silence that I - we - are not even aware of.
"It scares me that, in comparison, our fears mean nothing, the tears we cry are meaningless, our laughs have no importance, our deaths and our births are nothing but population becoming larger and smaller.
"I could say that I love you and it wouldn’t be different or unexpected because I am only one worthless person out of seven billion expressing her feelings”.
She looked up at the sky and I just stared at her. I stared at her freckles and her eyes and her lips and her nose. She was so beautiful and I couldn’t understand how she saw herself as something so meaningless and so worthless.
But, although I wanted to tell her what she meant to me, I couldn’t help but wonder: how do I explain to someone that feels so tiny and so unholy that, from my eyes, she is the stars, the moon, silence and noise? How do I tell her that she is the whole universe? How do I tell her that next to her I am the one that’s small and unsurprising and she is the one that is so wonderfully mysterious?
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write