just played with the colors to see what would happen


Fairy: We met once upon a dream *giggle*

Chantilly Lace: A dream?

Fairy: Yes, believe it or not! We used to see each other all the time in our dreams and one day that just stopped. I don’t think we ever considered the the off chance we would meet in person, but as fate would have it, I found myself engaged to his best friend.

Chantilly Lace: No!

Fairy: Oh yes! Our first meeting, we recognized one another instantly. You can probably guess what happened from there.

naiyhan  asked:

Hi! I hope I didnt miss the opportunity to get my questions in! I am doing master studies of American illustration + Baroque art (Huge fan! U too right? ^o^) I want to implement what Ive learned into my art. How did you go about balancing noticeable influence while retaining your style? Do u have any tips or tricks to interesting lighting? How did u better ur understanding of lighting? Values? Any books u recommend? Lastly, dont feel pressured to answer my question if u dont want to. Thank u :)

Style is, I think, formed through the averaging of nearly everything you’ve ever experienced or seen throughout your life, whether it was the artistic part or just the more general part. My influences started with anime, then went to classical, to fine art, medieval, and yes, baroque and American Illustration :D sum that all up with other things that you may think won’t really influence you but will, maybe certain school subjects or whatnot, or movies, a particular story, etc. it could be anything. But in addition to that, it’s important to remember to add what you personally like into your art. 

I like good color. I like good composition. I like boldness, I like the concept of beauty, symbolism, metaphor, religion, etc.. I don’t care for realism (in my art), crazy angles, not anything too geometrically perfect, I don’t care for visual ambiguity, so on and etc. What I like and dislike plays a crucial part in the construction of whatever I may happen to make. 

Tips for lighting, I would study color theory and see where you can bend some rules. That’s what I find was the main part I needed to focus on. There’s also learning values and the different combinations of values, like high contrast or low contrast of value.

books: james gurney’s color and light book, any of andrew loomis for anatomy, and just look at your fav artists a lot, especially if it makes you happy to do so :)

Sleep (Tattoo Artist!Jimin)

Plot: #075: “Can you help me up, your child is pretty heavy.” with tattoo artist!Jimin

Word Count: 768

A/N: so before I start this I just wanna say that I’m s o proud of the boys and us for winning an award at MAMA bc they worked so hard for it and I’m so so so happy for them but of course Jin and Tae would be off somewhere I think they were in the bathroom bless their hearts I’m just really happy rn and so proud and idk why but I got so happy seeing hobi take the trophy/award and give his lil speech bc he’s the main dancer and dancing in his passion so it was just really cute to see I love this so much!!! Now onto the links, it of course isn’t required to read any of the posts I’m about to link but they’ll just give you the back story and all of the lil details that I don’t have time to put into here so the first one is tattoo artist!Jimin (here) and all of the father related posts are here, also mermaid!Jimin should be up tomorrow !!

The fact that your husband was wrapped around your daughter’s finger was far from a secret. Anyone that said her name saw his eyes light up, a wide smile spreading across his face. She would run into his tattoo shop, making everyone’s hearts melt when she ran straight for Jimin’s waiting arms. She always looked so little in his muscled, tattooed arms but it was her favorite place to be. Her head would always be rested on his shoulder as he talked to the happy clients who showed off their new tattoos, cooing at his daughter before they left.

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Can’t Let Go - Part One

A/N: @runningmancompilations requested “a GD fic where the OC screws up badly and has to make up to him. you can decide the genre, i would prefer angst but it’s up to you.”  

I was going to do this as a one-shot but this part alone is over 5000 words so I’m splitting it into three.

This is as angsty as I can make it (which isn’t very, my stupid brain wants me to put jokes in everywhere but I restrained myself as best I could), so I hope it’s what you wanted!

It had never made sense - you and G-Dragon.  He was the king of his world, a fashion icon, rapper, songwriter…and you were just…you.  

When he first started showing interest in you, you resisted as long as possible.  What would Kwon Jiyong, someone who’d dated models and was friends with superstars like himself, want with you?  But he was persistent, and so adorably awkward, and never made you feel like you were less important or interesting than him.  So you gave in.

From the very beginning it was unlike any relationship you’d had before.  He couldn’t take you to dinner and a movie like a normal person, so you spent a lot of time at his apartment, watching tv, eating takeout - or cooking too-ambitious meals together which more often than not ended up with you both giving up in despair and eating ramen instead - and talking.

The first time he kissed you, at the end of your second date, you finally understood what people meant when they said the earth stood still. It felt like the whole world froze into place around you for that one perfect moment when his lips touched yours.

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Rolling Stone, September 12, 1985

Prince Talks: The Silence Is Broken

By Neal Karlen

The Interview

Why have you decided that now is the time to talk?
There have been a lot of things said about me, and a lot of them are wrong. There have been a lot of contradictions. I don’t mind criticism, I just don’t like lies. I feel I’ve been very honest in my work and my life, and it’s hard to tolerate people telling so many barefaced lies.

Do you read most of what’s written about you?
A little, not much. Sometimes someone will pass along a funny one. I just wrote a song called “Hello,” which is going to be on the flip side of “Pop Life.” It says at the end, “Life is cruel enough without cruel words.” I get a lot of cruel words. A lot of people do.

I saw critics be so critical of Stevie Wonder when he made Journey through the Secret Life of Plants. Stevie has done so many great songs, and for people to say, “You missed, don’t do that, go back” – well, I would never say, “Stevie Wonder, you missed.” [Prince puts the Wonder album on the turntable, plays a cut, then puts on Miles Davis’ new album.] Or Miles. Critics are going to say, “Ah, Miles done went off.” Why say that? Why even tell Miles he went off? You know, if you don’t like it, don’t talk about it. Go buy another record!
Not long ago I talked to George Clinton, a man who knows and has done so much for funk. George told me how much he liked Around the World in a Day. You know how much more his words mean than those from some mamma-jamma wearing glasses and an alligator shirt behind a typewriter?

Do you hate rock critics? Do you think they’re afraid of you?
[Laughs] No, it’s no big deal. Hey, I’m afraid of them! One time early in my career, I got into a fight with a New York writer, this little skinny cat, a real sidewinder. He said, “I’ll tell you a secret, Prince. Writers write for other writers, and a lot of time it’s more fun to be nasty.” I just looked at him. But when I really thought about it and put myself in his shoes, I realized that’s what he had to do. I could see his point. They can do whatever they want. And me, too. I can paint whatever picture I want with my albums. And I try to instill that in every act I’ve ever worked with.

What picture were you painting with Around the World in a Day?
[Laughs] I’ve heard some people say I’m not talking about anything on this record. And what a lot of other people get wrong about the record is that I’m not trying to be this great visionary wizard. Paisley Park is in everybody’s heart. It’s not just something that I have the keys to. I was trying to say something about looking inside oneself to find perfection. Perfection is in everyone. Nobody’s perfect, but they can be. We may never reach that, but it’s better to strive than not.

Sounds religious.
As far as that goes, let me tell you a story about Wendy. We had to fly somewhere at the beginning of the tour, and Wendy is deathly afraid of flying. She got on the plane and really freaked. I was scared for her. I tried to calm her down with jokes, but it didn’t work. I thought about it and said, “Do you believe in God?” She said yes. I said, “Do you trust him?” and she said she did. Then I asked, “So why are you afraid to fly?” She started laughing and said, “Okay, okay, okay.” Flying still bothers her a bit, but she knows where it is and doesn’t get freaked.

It’s just so nice to know there is someone and someplace else. And if we’re wrong, and I’m wrong, and there is nothing, then big deal! But the whole life I just spent, I at least had some reason to spend it.

When you talk about God, which God are you talking about? The Christian God? Jewish? Buddhist? Is there any God in particular you have in mind?
Yes, very much so. A while back, I had an experience that changed me and made me think differently about how and what I wrote and how I acted toward people. I’m going to make a film about it – not the next one, but the one after that. I’ve wanted to make it for three years now. Don’t get me wrong – I’m still as wild as I was. I’m just funneling it in a different direction. And now I analyze things so much that sometimes I can’t shut my brain off and it hurts. That’s what that movie will be about.

What was the experience that changed you?
I don’t really want to get into it specifically. During the Dirty Mind period, I would go into fits of depression and get physically ill. I would have to call people to help me get out of it. I don’t do that anymore.

What were you depressed about?
A lot had to do with the band’s situation, the fact that I couldn’t make people in the band understand how great we could all be together if we all played our part. A lot also had to do with being in love with someone and not getting any love back. And there was the fact that I didn’t talk much with my father and sister. Anyway, a lot of things happened in this two-day period, but I don’t want to get into it right now.

How’d you get over it?
That’s what the movie’s going to be about. Paisley Park is the only way I can say I got over it now. Paisley Park is the place one should find in oneself, where one can go when one is alone.

You say you’ve now found the place where you can go to be alone. Is it your house? Within the family you’ve built around you? With God?
It’s a combination of things. I think when one discovers himself, he discovers God. Or maybe it’s the other way around. I’m not sure… . It’s hard to put into words. It’s a feeling – someone knows when they get it. That’s all I can really say.

Do you believe in heaven?
I think there is an afterworld. For some reason, I think it’s going to look just like here, but that’s part … I don’t really like talking about this stuff. It’s so personal.

Does it bother you when people say you’re going back in time with Around the World in a Day?
No. What they say is that the Beatles are the influence. The influence wasn’t the Beatles. They were great for what they did, but I don’t know how that would hang today. The cover art came about because I thought people were tired of looking at me. Who wants another picture of him? I would only want so many pictures of my woman, then I would want the real thing. What would be a little more happening than just another picture [laughs] would be if there was some way I could materialize in people’s cribs when they play the record.

How do you feel about people calling the record “psychedelic”?
I don’t mind that, because that was the only period in recent history that delivered songs and colors. Led Zeppelin, for example, would make you feel differently on each song.

Does your fame affect your work?
A lot of people think it does, but it doesn’t at all. I think the smartest thing I did was record Around the World in a Day right after I finished Purple Rain. I didn’t wait to see what would happen with Purple Rain. That’s why the two albums sound completely different. People think, “Oh, the new album isn’t half as powerful as Purple Rain or 1999.” You know how easy it would have been to open Around the World in a Day with the guitar solo that’s on the end of “Let’s Go Crazy”? You know how easy it would have been to just put it in a different key? That would have shut everybody up who said the album wasn’t half as powerful. I don’t want to make an album like the earlier ones. Wouldn’t it be cool to be able to put your albums back to back and not get bored, you dig? I don’t know how many people can play all their albums back to back with each one going to different cities.

What do you think about the comparisons between you and Jimi Hendrix?
It’s only because he’s black. That’s really the only thing we have in common. He plays different guitar than I do. If they really listened to my stuff, they’d hear more of a Santana influence than Jimi Hendrix. Hendrix played more blues; Santana played prettier. You can’t compare people, you really can’t, unless someone is blatantly trying to rip somebody off. And you can’t really tell that unless you play the songs.
You’ve got to understand that there’s only so much you can do on an electric guitar. I don’t know what these people are thinking – they’re usually non-guitar-playing mamma-jammas saying this kind of stuff. There are only so many sounds a guitar can make. Lord knows I’ve tried to make a guitar sound like something new to myself.

Are there any current groups you listen to a lot or learn from? 

Naah. The last album I loved all the way through was [Joni Mitchell’s] The Hissing of Summer Lawns. I respect people’s success, but I don’t like a lot of popular music. I never did. I like more of the things I heard when I was little. Today, people don’t write songs; they’re a lot of sounds, a lot of repetition. That happened when producers took over, and that’s why there’s no more [live] acts. There’s no box office anymore. The producers took over, and now nobody wants to see these bands.

People seem to think you live in an armed monastery that you’ve built in honor of yourself.

First off, I don’t live in a prison with armed guards around me. The reason I have a guy outside is that after the movie, all kinds of people started coming over and hanging out. That wasn’t so bad, but the neighbors got upset that people were driving by blasting their boxes or standing outside and singing. I happen to dig that. That’s one reason I’m going to move to more land. There, if people want to come by, it will be fine. Sometimes it gets lonely here. To be perfectly honest, I wish more of my friends would come by.

Musicians, people I know. A lot of the time they think I don’t want to be bothered. When I told Susannah [Melvoin] that you were coming over, she said, “Is there something I can do? Do you want me to come by to make it seem like you have friends coming by?” I said no, that would be lying. And she just put her head down, because she knew she doesn’t come by to see me as much as she wants to, or as much as she thinks I want her to. It was interesting. See, you did something good, and you didn’t even know it!

Are you afraid to ask your friends to come by?
I’m kind of afraid. That’s because sometimes everybody in the band comes over, and we have very long talks. They’re very few and far between, and I do a lot of the talking. Whenever we’re done, one of them will come up to me and say, “Take care of yourself. You know I really love you.” I think they love me so much, and I love them so much, that if they came over all the time I wouldn’t be able to be to them what I am, and they wouldn’t be able to do for me what they do. I think we all need our individual spaces, and when we come together with what we’ve concocted in our heads, it’s cool.

Does it bother you that strangers make pilgrimages to your house?
No, not at all. But there’s a time and a place for everything. A lot of people have the idea that I’m a wild sexual person. It can be two o'clock in the afternoon, and someone will make a really strange request from the call box outside. One girl just kept pressing the buzzer. She kept pressing it, and then she started crying. I had no idea why. I thought she might have fallen down. I started talking to her, and she just kept saying, “I can’t believe it’s you.” I said, “Big deal. I’m no special person. I’m no different than anyone.” She said, “Will you come out?” I said, “Nope, I don’t have much on.” And she said, “That’s okay.”

I’ve lectured quite a few people out there. I’ll say, “Think about what you’re saying. How would you react if you were me?” I ask that question a lot: “How would you react if you were me?” They say, “Okay, okay.”

It’s not just people outside your door who think you’re a wild sexual person.
To some degree I am, but not twenty-four hours a day. Nobody can be what they are twenty-four hours a day, no matter what that is. You have to eat, you have to sleep, you have to think, and you have to work. I work a lot, and there’s not too much time for anything else when I’m doing that.

Does it make you angry when people dig into your background, when they want to know about your sexuality and things like that?
Everyone thinks I have a really mean temper and that I don’t like people to do this or do that. I have a sense of humor. I thought that the Saturday Night Live skit with Billy Crystal as me was the funniest thing I ever saw. His imitation of me was hysterical! He was singing, “I am the world, I am the children!” Then Bruce Springsteen came to the mike, and the boys would push him away. It was hilarious. We put it on when we want to laugh. It was great. Of course, that’s not what it is.
And I thought the Prince Spaghetti commercial was the cutest thing in the world. My lawyers and management are the ones who felt it should be stopped. I didn’t even see the commercial until after someone had tried to have it stopped. A lot of things get done without my knowledge because I’m in Minneapolis and they’re where they are.
It’s a good and a bad thing that I live here. It’s bad in the sense that I can’t be a primo “rock star” and do everything absolutely right. I can’t go to the parties and benefits, be at all the awards shows, get this and get that. But I like it here. It’s really mellow.

How do you feel when you go to New York or L.A. and see the life you could be leading?
L.A. is a good place to work. And I liked New York more when I wasn’t known, when I wasn’t bothered when I went out. You’d be surprised. There are guys who will literally chase you through a discotheque! I don’t mind my picture being taken if it’s done in a proper fashion. It’s very easy to say, “Prince, may I take your picture?” I don’t know why people can’t be more humane about a lot of things they do. Now when I’m visiting, I like to sneak around and try stuff. I like to sneak to people’s gigs and see if I can get away without getting my picture taken. That’s fun. That’s like cops and robbers.

You’ve taken a lot of heat for your bodyguards, especially the incident in Los Angeles in which your bodyguard Chick Huntsberry reportedly beat up a photographer.
A lot of times I’ve been accused of sicking bodyguards on people. You know what happened in L.A.? My man the photographer tried to get in the car! I don’t have any problems with someone Iknow trying to get in my car with me and my woman in it. But someone like that? Just to get a picture?

Why isn’t Chick working for you anymore?
Chick has more pride than anyone I know. I think that after the L.A. incident, he feared for his job. So if I said something, he’d say, “What are you jumping on me for? What’s wrong? Why all of a sudden are you changing?” And I’d say, “I’m not changing.” Finally, he just said, “I’m tired. I’ve had enough.” I said fine, and he went home. I waited a few weeks and called him. I told him that his job was still here and that I was alone. So he said he’d see me when I was in New York. He didn’t show up. I miss him.

Is it true that Chick is still on the payroll?

What about the exposé he wrote about you in the National Enquirer?
I never believe anything in the Enquirer. I remember reading stories when I was ten years old, saying, “I was fucked by a flying saucer, and here’s my baby to prove it.” I think they just took everything he said and blew it up. It makes for a better story. They’re just doing their thing. Right on for them. The only thing that bothers me is when my fans think I live in a prison. This is not a prison.

You came in for double heat over the L.A. incident because it happened the night of the “We Are the World” recording. In retrospect, do you wish you had shown up?
No. I think I did my part in giving my song [to the album]. I hope I did my part. I think I did the best thing I could do.

You’ve done food-drive concerts for poor people in various cities, given free concerts for handicapped kids and donated lots of money to the Marva Collins inner-city school in Chicago. Didn’t you want to stand up after you were attacked for “We Are the World” and say, “Hey, I do my part.”
Nah. I was never rich, so I have very little regard for money now. I only respect it inasmuch as it can feed somebody. I give a lot of things away, a lot of presents and money. Money is best spent on someone who needs it. That’s all I’m going to say. I don’t like to make a big deal about the things I do that way.

People think that you’re a dictator in the studio, that you want to control everything. In L.A., however, I saw Wendy and Lisa mixing singles while you were in Paris. How do you feel about your reputation?
My first album I did entirely alone. On the second I used André [Cymone], my bass player, on “Why You Wanna Treat Me So Bad?” He sang a small harmony part that you really couldn’t hear. There was a typo on the record, and André didn’t get any credit. That’s how that whole thing started. I tried to explain that to him, but when you’re on the way up, there’s no explaining too much of anything. People will think what they want to.

The reason I didn’t use musicians a lot of the time had to do with the hours that I worked. I swear to God it’s not out of boldness when I say this, but there’s not a person around who can stay awake as long as I can. Music is what keeps me awake. There will be times when I’ve been working in the studio for twenty hours and I’ll be falling asleep in the chair, but I’ll still be able to tell the engineer what cut I want to make. I use engineers in shifts a lot of the time because when I start something. I like to go all the way through. There are very few musicians who will stay awake that long.

Do you feel others recognize how hard you work?
Well, no. A lot of my peers make remarks about us doing silly things onstage and on records. Morris [Day, former lead singer of the Time] was criticized a lot for that.

What kind of silliness, exactly?
Everything – the music, the dances, the lyrics. What they fail to realize is that is exactly what we want to do. It’s not silliness, it’s sickness. Sickness is just slang for doing things somebody else wouldn’t do. If we are down on the floor doing a step, that’s something somebody else wouldn’t do. That’s what I’m looking for all the time. We don’t look for whether something’s cool or not, that’s not what time it is. It’s not just wanting to be out. It’s just if I do something that I think belongs to someone else or sounds like someone else, I do something else.

Why did Morris say such negative things about you after he left the band?
People who leave usually do so out of a need to express something they can’t do here. It’s really that simple. Morris, for example, always wanted to be a solo act, period. But when you’re broke and selling shoes someplace, you don’t think about asking such a thing. Now, I think Morris is trying to create his own identity. One of the ways of doing that is trying to pretend that you don’t have a past.

Jesse [Johnson, former guitarist for the Time] is the only one who went away who told what happened, what really went down with the band. He said there was friction, because he was in a situation that didn’t quite suit him. Jesse wanted to be in front all the time. And I just don’t think God puts everybody in that particular bag. And sometimes I was blunt enough to say that to people: “I don’t think you should be the front man. I think Morris should.”

Wendy, for example, says, “I don’t want that. I want to be right where I am. I can be strongest to this band right where I am.” I personally love this band more than any other group I’ve ever played with for that reason. Everybody knows what they have to do. I know there’s something I have to do.

What sound do you get from different members of the Revolution?
Bobby Z was the first one to join. He’s my best friend. Though he’s not such a spectacular drummer, he watches me like no other drummer would. Sometimes, a real great drummer, like Morris, will be more concerned with the lick he is doing as opposed to how I am going to break it down.

Mark Brown’s just the best bass player I know, period. I wouldn’t have anybody else. If he didn’t play with me, I’d eliminate bass from my music. Same goes for Matt [Fink, the keyboard player]. He’s more or less a technician. He can read and write like a whiz, and is one of the fastest in the world. And Wendy makes me seem all right in the eyes of people watching.

How so?
She keeps a smile on her face. When I sneer, she smiles. It’s not premeditated, she just does it. It’s a good contrast. Lisa is like my sister. She’ll play what the average person won’t. She’ll press two notes with one finger so the chord is a lot larger, things like that. She’s more abstract. She’s into Joni Mitchell, too.

What about the other bands? Apollonia, Vanity, Mazarati, the Family? What are you trying to express through them?
A lot has to do with them. They come to me with an idea, and I try to bring that forth. I don’t give them anything. I don’t say, “Okay, you’re going to do this, and you’re going to do that.” I mean, it was Morris’ idea to be as sick as he was. That was his personality. We both like Don King and got a lot of stuff off him.

Because he’s outrageous and thinks everything’s so exciting – even when it isn’t.

People think you control those bands, that it’s similar to Rick James’ relationship with the Mary Jane Girls. A lot of people think he’s turning all the knobs.
I don’t know their situation. But you look at Sheila E. performing, and you can just tell she’s holding her own. The same goes for the Family. You and I were playing Ping-Pong, and they were doing just fine.

After all these years, does the music give you as much of a rush as it used to?
It increases more and more. One of my friends worries that I’ll short-circuit. We always say I’ll make the final fade on a song one time and … [Laughs, dropping his head in a dead slump]. It just gets more and more interesting every day. More than anything else, I try not to repeat myself. It’s the hardest thing in the world to do – there’s only so many notes one human being can muster. I write a lot more than people think I do, and I try not to copy that.

I think that’s the problem with the music industry today. When a person does get a hit, they try to do it again the same way. I don’t think I’ve ever done that. I write all the time and cut all the time. I want to show you the archives, where all my old stuff is. There’s tons of music I’ve recorded there. I have the follow-up album to 1999. I could put it all together and play it for you, and you would go “Yeah!” And I could put it out, and it would probably sell what 1999 did. But I always try to do something different and conquer new ground.

In people’s minds, it all boils down to “Is Prince getting too big for his breeches?” I wish people would understand that I always thought I was bad. I wouldn’t have got into the business if I didn’t think I was bad.

Prince on the cover of Rolling Stone. “Raspberry Beret” video still.

nothin2c  asked:

#1 with Mila/Sara xD

yeeee! this is such an underrated ship. here we go! 

send me a soulmate au prompt! 

1. the one where you only see color once you meet your soulmate

It wasn’t all that bad. Considering that she was only 13 and this had been her first year in the Junior Grand Prix, silver really wasn’t that bad. Still, Mila found herself a little disappointed as she stood on the podium. She’d have to work a little harder from now on, she figured. Yakov hadn’t been too harsh about it, as placing at all was considered a feat.

Well, all that was left now was the banquet.

She found herself on her bed, playing with her medal. Silver wasn’t a very exciting color. Then again, she didn’t really know what an exciting color looked like. Most people couldn’t distinguish the colors. As far as she could tell, they were all just various shades of gray.

What was so amazing about seeing color anyway? She guessed it was the thrill of finding the person you were destined to be with more than the actual colors. But even then, she didn’t see the big deal.

And meeting your soulmate didn’t always mean that you two would have a happily ever after. Divorce happened all the time. Her poor coach himself had gone through that with his supposed soulmate.

The banquet was as boring as she had thought it would be. Just a bunch of stuffy rich people, with their flutes of champagne, talking about mundane things. If she hadn’t been required to attend, she would’ve skipped out altogether. But she smiled when she had to and laughed at jokes that weren’t all that funny. She was tired and she just wanted to sleep.

To be honest, she missed Yuri. The angry kitten was fun to pick on and though he had an extremely short fuse, she was fond of him. He kept things interesting.

“Mila! I’d like to introduce you to the Ladies’ Singles bronze medalist,” she was snapped out of her thoughts by her coach’s gruff voice. She turned around with a ready smile. The girl was beautiful.

“Sara Crispino,” the girl put forth her hand, a cheerful smile gracing her lovely face.

Mila gave her a more genuine smile. Finally, someone she could see herself being entertained with. “Mila Babicheva.”

Their hands met and with one blink, Mila saw her world change. Literally.

Nothing was just black and white anymore. She froze before meeting Sara’s equally surprised eyes. And the first thought that crossed Mila’s mind was that Sara was even more beautiful in color.

And all at once, she understood why seeing color was such a big deal. She had found her soulmate.

“Mila…” her name rolled off of Sara’s tongue like the sweetest song she’d ever heard.

Everyone around them had ceased their conversations to look at them. Their coaches were confused momentarily before the realization washed over them.

“You’re beautiful,” Mila found herself blurting out. And it was true. Her dark hair, her tanned skin, her deep violet eyes.

“Sara, what—?” a male voice broke them out of their little world.

Mila felt Sara intertwine their fingers before saying, “Mickey look! I found my soulmate!”

Mila felt her cheeks beginning to burn. Well, she thought, at least her soulmate was happy to have found her. It wasn’t like one of those horror stories.

“She’s even more beautiful in color, I promise!” she heard Sara say.

Mila didn’t get so much as a chance to even to greet him as she found herself being pulled towards the dancefloor. The song was slow.

“You have no idea how happy I am to have found you,” Sara broke the silence.

Mila nodded her head, admittedly she hadn’t been as excited. But she would be lying if she had said that she wasn’t happy now, “I honestly never thought I’d find mine.”

Sara smiled, “The universe is full of surprises isn’t it?”

Mila felt herself smiling the whole night. They had danced and talked the whole night, before swapping numbers and social media info. Sara, at one point had told her to look in a mirror. Mila didn’t have low self-esteem or anything, but when she saw her deep blue eyes and magenta red hair, she felt even more beautiful than before. And then she really understood the beauty of having someone made just for her.

They weren’t going to jump into a relationship obviously, as much as they wanted to. They would be friends and in a few years, they would take that next step. Still, Mila could feel her heart swell at the thought of it all.

That night, she found herself scrolling through her Instagram feed. And she couldn’t help but smile seeing a selfie that Sara had taken of them earlier on.

Found her! #soulmate

yes, instagram existed in 2011. hope you enjoyed! 

anonymous asked:

I understand people's desire to see the truth go out there but the wiki page wars are huh? Interesting that Trevor had his wiki page removed very early on in this mess. Wanted his privacy I guess. MM will do anything to hide her "colorful" past but wants the fake MM out there in technicolor for all to see. Maybe take comfort - the media knows the game and they see her playing it.

We were scrambling when it first happened, why go after Cressida? MM is jealous, I would think Chelsy she got the real girlfriend experience. 

This delusion is just strange and lists 3 friends, what happened to Pyri?  

The press is on it, I heard and good luck to them. Day of reckoning is coming.

Thanks anon 

Bruises: part 3

(part one)(part two)

TW: mentions/aftermath of abuse

And all these sorrows I have seen
They lead me to believe
That everything’s a mess
Dream, Imagine Dragons

[Simon: 1:30am] Baz, I need you.

[1:31am] I’m on my way now.

The world is screaming.

 Baz is a block away from Simon’s house when the headlights catch someone stumbling down the sidewalk, and illuminates a familiar thatch of bronze curls. Simon lifts his head, he has a black eye and a cut on his lip, but he’s still in one piece.

Baz is out of the car within seconds.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” Baz slides an arm around Simon’s waist and guides him to his car.

“He knows,” Simon murmurs. “I’m dead, Baz. He’s going to kill me. He fucking knows.” His words are stumbling over each other.

“Simon, I’m not going to let him.”

“How?” he asks desperately. “You haven’t been able to stop him before.”

And Baz feels like his being torn apart, because he hasn’t tried to stop David. He’s always there for the aftermath, not the prelude.

Baz brings a hand up to cup Simon’s face and gently traces his thumb along the edges of the dark bruise beneath his right eye. Simon pulls back from Baz’s touch and drops his gaze to the floorboard.

“Simon, look at me.”

He does, and Baz’s heart breaks because the liveliness in his eyes is gone, he doesn’t look like the Simon that was at his house earlier. He has cracks in him.

“I want to give you the world, Simon Snow,” Baz whispers into golden curls. “Because that’s what you deserve.” His fingers lightly trail over fading and fresh bruises, his lips following suit. He knows he can’t kiss them away, but he can sure as hell try.

The world is quiet, and Baz almost convinces himself that everything can stay like this, Simon tucked in his bed where bruises can heal and the fortress walls around them are impenetrable.

Grey morning light filters into the kitchen, washing Simon away and replacing his skin with prominent, purple bruises. Baz can’t tear his gaze away from the one under Simon’s eye, so he busies himself with boiling some tea.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you,” Baz says softly. “I should’ve known something was going to happen.”

Simon shrugs and shifts his attention to a yellow finch outside in the birdbath. “S'fine, I’m used to it.”

“That’s the problem, Simon. You shouldn’t have to be used to it.” Baz fills up two mugs with tea and sets one down in front of Simon.

Simon opens his mouth to argue but promptly closes it and drops his gaze to the tabletop. It’s a rich dark color, and incredibly posh, like everything else in Baz’s house.

“I’m sorry,” he says finally. “It’s just my life, if I could change it I would.”

Baz runs a hand through his hair and lets out a long sigh. “I don’t want you to apologize, I want you to see that how your dad treats you isn’t normal. It’s not something that should happen regularly.”

“Daddy said David Snow hurts Simon because he has a really nasty drinking problem.” A voice suddenly says.


“Shut up, Mord, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” Baz hisses.

A wicked smile plays it’s way onto Mordelia’s lips . Her cold, slate eyes flicker from Simon to Baz before she spins around on her heel and waltzes out of the kitchen.

Baz turns to Simon. There are tears rolling down his cheeks.

Simon shuts down fast, he’s hollowing himself out, and all of his walls come crashing down at once. His façade splits in two, and Baz is more than willing to try and piece it back together, piece him back together.

“Come here,” he murmurs, pulling Simon against his chest. “You’ve been so strong, love, and I want to get to a place where you don’t have to be anymore.”

Definite Truths Regarding Kent Parson + Living in Las Vegas
  • He hates it a little bit
  • Okay maybe more than a little bit
  • Like it was fine at first, but really, he’s a northeast boy. He wasn’t built for this
  • I mean, it’s probably fine for people who are used to it. But Kent Parson is Not Made For This 
  • The air is so Dry. It hurts. He has to drink four liters of water on days when he’s NOT working out all day. He can’t even count the bottles on the days when he actually has to go play hockey. If he forgets one day and his skin gets so dry it cracks
  • Speaking of skin. Kent is vain, and he cares about his skin. But he never really had to worry about moisturizing before. Every once in a while? sure. Every day? It wasn’t worth the time. UNTIL NOW MOTHERFUCKER. Because now if he doesn’t moisturize every day, his skin gets all scratchy, his face breaks out (“dude, i’m 23. I thought I was past the acne-ridden phase of my life”), his knuckles crack… its horrible. HORRIBLE.
  • The flora around Las Vegas? It’s killing him. Slowly and painfully. He grew up in New York, so he’s used to not having a ton of vegetation around, but even new york has parks with lush grass and green trees and when he used to go on road trips they would drive along the coast and there was beautiful blue water.
  • In Las Vegas, everything looks like it’s dead or dying. Even in peak season. No exceptions. The only green things are green and prickly and those don’t count because they still look like they’re DYING  
  • One time, a couple guys on the team used their day off to go to a nearby park where "there’s a river”
  • They invite kent to come
  • Initially, kent gets super excited because Running Water!!!! but then he realized he had to revise his mental image because this is Nevada and there is no way this river is going to look the way he thinks it is going to look
  • because he thinks “river” and he thinks lush greenery and clear blue and rocky riverbeds. But he needs to think muddy water and wet clay beds and more dead and dying stuff otherwise he is going to be disappointed.
  • And they get to the river and. Yeah. He wasn’t wrong. He’s glad he caught himself because if he had come with his initial expectations he might have cried.
  • He didn’t realize that seasons were a thing that fed his soul
  • But then there are no pretty autumn colors
  • and then there is NO SNOW
  • and he feels like everything is just Wrong.
  • It’s december and he is going to play hockey in 73 degree weather what the fuCK MATE
  • And he sees people posting on facebook about blizzards hitting new york and he really never thought he would wish to be caught trying to get home in a snowstorm.
  • Also on the list of things he never thought he would miss: Days and days of overcast weather. But seriously. It is January it should not be this sunny. It throws him off
  • Also, Las Vegas is a city with plenty to do, even outside the tourist traps. But out side Las Vegas?
  • Nothing
  • There is just nothing for miles and miles and miles
  • and it’s not even pretty nothing because
  • everything
  • looks
  • like
  • its

Source: I, too, have been relocated from temperate climates to gross dry american west ickyness. I am also Not Made For This 

anonymous asked:

I don't understand the support that of trans gender people. Lgb, I get. And if you believe in God or not, changing your gender is messing with life. If life intended you to be the other gender, you would have been. To me, I see it as a dangerous game the human race is playing. I don't mean to demean or bash the trans gender people. I just don't understand

There are countless species that change their sex organs at will. Also how is changing something about oneself “messing with life” who are they threatening? What effect does it have on anyone else? You wanna talk about messing with life? Lets talk about the high number of murders that happen to trans people. Including trans people of color. The children….CHILDREN. Committing suicide because they don’t feel like they can be themselves. I do happen to believe in God. 1) i do not believe he would condemn anyone to eternal damnation for feeling the way the have since birth. 2)even if he did deem it a sin, i promise he doesn’t approve of the way our society treats these marginalized groups of people. Especially children. So you can take your opinion somewhere else, because if you’re more concerned about people just trying to be happy with their lives more than those people losing their lives because of it, you are not a good person.