look at her face as she goes my heart

Mirror

by Sylvia Plath

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
What ever you see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful—
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

sweetiepea410  asked:

Oh my gosh, your writing is rad! I don't know if you're still willing to take NatsuYuu prompts, but if you are: Natsume goes missing, either by the interference of youkai or by getting lost, on a family vacation and Touko and Shigeru try to find him.

x

“Oh, dear,” Touko murmurs, for the fifth time in as many minutes. “How could this have happened?”

She scans faces in the crowd, looking for one in particular, a hand folded against her heart. One minute, Takashi was right beside her, pointing out little birds nesting in a low bush and flowers growing through cracks in the sidewalk, and then they turned a corner and he was gone.

“Takashi isn’t a child,” Shigeru reminds her, not unkindly. “He can take care of himself.”

“Of course he can. But he doesn’t know the address of the inn we’re going to, does he? I didn’t think to tell him, did you? Oh, what if he’s lost?”

All by himself in an unfamiliar city, without a map or a cellphone or anything but a fat, lazy cat to guide him safely.

The thought digs burrs into her heart and pricks hotly at her eyes, and she presses her fingers against her mouth before her trembling lips can give her away. 

Sweet, gentle Takashi, who tries so hard to be helpful and wants so badly to be wanted. Smiling like a small sun at the breakfast table each and every morning, bright and beautiful and so deserving; so much a part of her life that his name is one of the first thoughts that cross her mind in the morning, one of the last to leave her mind at night. 

And as they near the inn, and Touko spots that familiar tawny blond hair from nearly a block away, her heart leaps into her throat and her pace nearly doubles and she barely has time to take in his sheepish smile before she’s holding him close. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, so carefully, his silly cat all but crushed between them. “I got turned around. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“You know how Touko gets,” Shigeru says, but he was barely a step behind her, and his hand settles fondly on the softness of Takashi’s hair with visible, weighted relief. “I’m glad you’re alright. And I’m surprised you beat us here.”

“Oh,” Takashi stammers, hugging Nyankichi a little closer to his chest. “Oh, there was – someone was kind enough to point me in the right direction. And I had Nyanko-sensei with me the whole time, I was okay.”

Shigeru levels Touko with a knowing look, one that says “see? he can take care of himself, after all” without saying anything at all. 

But Touko knows that. Takashi has been taking care of himself for a long, long time. And that’s why she doesn’t want him to need to do that anymore, or ever again. Not now that she’s here. 

Takashi hesitates only a moment before following Shigeru inside, and raises a hand to wave at someone down the street. Touko follows his gaze, but there’s no one there. She thinks of a white crow, and of whispered rumors and a long string of temporary foster homes, and all the warm evenings Takashi spends talking to himself in his bedroom. 

And she lingers a few steps behind her family, and bows deeply to the empty air. 

“Thank you. I’m so relieved he wasn’t alone, thank you,” she says, hoping to be heard. Knowing, somehow, through the soft wind that curls through her hair a moment later, that she was. 

Takashi isn’t a child, and Touko isn’t a mother.

And yet she pours all of her love and care and worry and pride into him like water into an empty well, and waits up every night he comes home late, and praises his scores in school, and takes extra care in packing his bento on the days he comes downstairs with tired eyes.

If Takashi isn’t that, and Touko isn’t this, then she doesn’t have words at all for what he’s come to mean to her.

BTS Reaction To Their GF Saying She Is Ugly

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Requested by anon

Jin: Fine you’re ugly, then I’m a mushroom prince!

Yoongi: What? you ugly? 

Hoseok: *Makes a derp face to show how he doesn’t believe her*

Namjoon: you know I don’t believe that jagi! everytime I look at you my heart goes like ahhh!

Jimin: I don’t see it…

Taehyung: you’re with me, how can you be ugly? 

Jungkook: you? ugly? *tries not to laugh*

If It Kills Me

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: angst I guess

Note: This was inspired by the song If It Kills Me by Jason Mraz. If you haven’t listened to it I would highly recommend it. My favorite version is the live one :)

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Your name: submit What is this?

She carries sunlight around with her wherever she goes. I feel my heart warm whenever she enters a room, bright rays spreading through me, calming me and causing any pain to ebb away slowly. There’s light in her smile, in her beautiful bright eyes, in the melodic sound of her laugh. I spend most of the time that I’m with her trying to make her laugh. I would do anything to get her to smile at me. I often think about the look that would be on her face if she knew how I felt about her. God knows I don’t have it in me to tell her, but I find myself drifting into daydreams where she somehow figures it out. The most radiant smile appears on her face as she tells me she feels the same way. That’s all just a case of my wishful thinking though. I have no clue how she would respond if she knew, all I know is that if we were in one of the romantic comedies she’s always making me watch with her, she would return my feelings. We spend hours together having the best time; binging on Netflix, fighting over the last slice of pizza, trying (and failing) to recreate various snacks and DIY projects from Pinterest, talking about everything and nothing at all until she realizes the time or has work to do. From what she’s told me and what I’ve observed, we get along much better than her and her boyfriend.

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I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful ‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.


—Mirror, Sylvia Plath

You know what’s interesting is that when Scanlan says he heard Kaylie and he heard Pike (and not Grog *sobs*) and Vex goes “Wait?” and looks to Percy you can see the look on Scanlan/Sam’s face like:

“Really? Even my own ressurection can’t just be about me?”

Like he really didn’t need her to make it about her relationship with Percy, and I think that goes to show that this has been building for Scanlan for awhile.

I’ve been thinking about Liam saying Scanlan is closer to Vex than Vax, and I don’t necessarily buy that? Vex is the one who said that without his magic he was “just a dude,” and she brought Kaylie something which (I believe) they knew not to do. Vex thinks with her heart and Scanlan doesn’t seem to have the patience for that anymore.

*Note: this isn’t a diss at Vex or Perc'ahlia, it was just an interesting character moment.

Fedora Maki

>Out with my girls, Rin and Hanayo

>We chose a coffee shop

>Drinks latte with poise

>Notices hot barista lounging at the counter

>I stare for too long

>She sees me watching her

>I wink and tip fedora

>She blows a kiss

>Breath cuts short

>Chokes on latte

>Rin tries Heimlich maneuver

>My fedora falls to the ground

>Hanayo is no help. “Somebody heeeeeelp!”

>Cute barista hurries to my table

>I throw Rin off

>Barista is named “Nico”

>My eyes turn to hearts

>She rests my head on her lap

>Lifts my fedora from the ground

>She dusts it off

>”Nice fedora,” she winks

>Face goes red

>I choke again

>Look good doing it

Today we were walking into Target and the front of the entrance to the mall is made of glass and the little café area is right up front. There was this adorable little girl who was about 4 or so, sitting in the seat closest to the glass and she looked at me so I made a funny face at her and then smiled and her face just broke into this HUGE grin and she turns to her mom and goes, “MAMA! Look at that pretty girl with the red lips! She smiled at me!”

My heart is still melting and this happened like 6 hours ago…🙊😍

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(Requested by Anon)

Alice was… amazing. She was positive, gorgeous., and smart. You enjoyed being around her more than you enjoyed being at home. The two of you had been friends for so long, it almost felt wrong whenever you weren’t by her side.

Her smile lit up the room around you. You found yourself staring at her beaming face, almost missing how she called your name to grab your attention. “Y/N!”

Your eyes widened and you immediately snapped out of your daze. Oh my, I was staring. Oh god. Her smile melted into a small smirk. “See something that caught your eye?” Your heart started racing at her implication. Is she flirting with me?

The look she was giving you was answer enough. You would be a dirty liar if you said you didn’t feel anything romantic towards your best friend. This tension between the two of you was either a blessing or a curse.

Here goes nothing. You leaned forward and cupped her face in one hand, looking for any sign of rejection. When you found none, you pressed your chapped lips to her cool ones.

The kiss was sweet and a little awkward, but it was perfect. At first you didn’t know how to move your lips against hers, your mind had gone into a temporary panic because you were kissing your best friend. But once you got the hang of it… Oh it was nice.

You wrapped your arms around her waist, trying to pull her as close as possible. When you had to pull away for air, Alice kissed a trail down your neck. “Ali… oh I love you.” You breathed out into her ear. 

She paused the worshipping of your neck and stayed still in your arms. Oh fuck she wasn’t thinking about that. Why did I say that? Why-Her response through you off guard.

You could feel her smirk against the flesh of your neck. “Took you long enough. I love you too.” Then she continued placing kisses along your neck.

Vampires are supposed to be cold, but damn am I hot for her.

“I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful ‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish. “


Mirror by Plath

Imagine Sizzy wedding
The institute is decorated with bits of gold and silver.
Little Blue Flowers fill in the blanket spaces.
People from all over Idris come to congratulate the couple, their home has never been so full before.
Now picture Alec going into Isabelle’s room because he wants to talk to her about something.
He politely asks everyone to leave although his face his stern and demanding.
Everyone quickly leaves the two lightwoods alone and Izzy gives him a look, “Really, Alec?”
He response with a shrug and a simple, “I need time to talk to you on my own.”
Izzy rolls her eyes and they sit on her bed.
Alec goes on to say that he didn’t think they’d be here, Isabelle getting married and Alec engaged.
He never expected her to open her heart to anyone and he’s overjoyed that she found Simon.
He then pulls out a ring.
It’s small, clear with black letters on the inside that say, Lightwoods, all together.
Alec explains that she too deserves to have a Lightwood ring and she has every right to carry on the Lightwood legacy.
He then goes on to explain that the clear metal is actually glass taken from Max’s glasses; the iron sister worked the glass into metal and shaped the ring.
He says that he knows Izzy would have wanted to have Max at her wedding and now he can be, even if he isn’t with them.
The ring is made from the same material her whip is, making it indestructible and unable to slip of her finger in the middle of battle.
Izzy doesn’t know what to say, instead she wraps her arms around his neck and they hold each other.
This is Alec’s wedding gift to her.
His speech is so much worse.

You can see how much her hallucinations are getting to her. She just wants them to go away. And will do anything to stop them…it must be painful. It’s like she’s genuinely trying to help him and relieve him of the burden of being Fire Lord, while also needing to be free herself of the burden of the life that has weighed down on her shoulders. The guilt. Her pain. Look at her face. How desperately she believes her words. How much she just wants this all to go away. To get better.

What she doesn’t realize is that she needs to face the things of her past to get better. Her true destiny lies elsewhere. I strongly believe that her mother hallucinations are her conscience (or at least symbolic of). 

My heart goes out to this poor girl. I love Azula so much.

FANON SHIP = HARDSHIP (PART 2) OR NOT QUITE SO THANKS TO TRI

OMG OMG OMG She picked him up (and Hikari-chan obviously) and that WINK

He waits for her when they arrive at the bridge because she was getting behind (also Yamato and Sora kinda stare at him arriving with Mimi)

He stays behind with Mimi and doesn’t joins Hikari who goes towards Takeru, in the middle of the group (BUT THAT’S FOR ANOTHER POST)

And that’s Taichi’s reaction to Yama’s stare (MY BITTER BABBBIES)

lil agry cute Mimi

AND TAICHI IS STILL LOOKING AT HER

IN CONCLUSION THIS HAS BEEN MY FACE THE WHOLE DAY BECAUSE OF HOW MICHI THIS 5 MINUTES ARE

THE WINK THO THAT WINK DESTROYED MY HEART, tagging my Michi bitches @zoetekohana @michi5463 @nubriema @dianaagron @mutemwija

I’m sorry Anna.

Okay so after we recover from the fact that Elsa is basically leaning on Anna and even resting her head on hers 

Can we take a second to appreciate Anna’s facial expressions in this scene because fuck if it doesn’t make me want to rip my heart out. When Elsa says ‘I just wanted to give you one perfect birthday’ Anna just smiles and shakes her head because Elsa you dork of course she loved it. But then Elsa starts blaming herself and saying she ruined everything and Anna’s face instantly changes. Of course she is sad that Elsa would think that but to me she almost looks scared.

My headcanon is that Anna is worried that Elsa is going to relapse into that state of mind where everything that goes wrong is her fault, and as a result feels so guilty that she locks herself away, believing that its the right thing to do. 

Anna baby don’t worry your sister is too hammered remember most of this stuff anyways just put her to bed, tell you you’re happy and it will all be okay.

CHILDREN OF THE WORLD / NIGER, WEST AFRICA - As I travel around the world on various assignments, I never tire of taking photos of children. Not only are they so picturesque as only children can be, but they also represent a hope in them that can’t be found in any other type of images. In their joys and in their despair, in their riches and in their poverty, my heart goes out to them. I want to lift them up to the word and shout, “Look, this is the future! The future is in their hands!” I sometimes wonder, though, what kind of future will they have … This young girl of a minority tribe of Niger has just moved to the city of Niamey from one of the rural districts. Life was hard living out there; maybe it will be better in the city, even though she and her clan could face severe discrimination.

things to think about when listening to war of hearts for the 481516th time:

  • clary’s lil nose scrunch face she makes when isabelle walks by
  • how fucking beautiful lydia looks when she walks down the aisle glowing like a goddamn angel. simon goes “wow” and i agree my dude
  • jace’s jacket is like the closest he could get to a formal leather one i s2g
  • there is a moment after lydia puts the wedding necklace on when it pans up on a mcu of her looking down at it and she just! looks! so! gorgeous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • and then magnus pours in like a crazy wizard
  • i love that magnus technically didn’t come to stop alec’s wedding but as soon as he arrived he was like “gotta make an entrance man, i just gotta”
  • isabelle’s little relieved sigh when she sees magnus and alec locking gay eyes
  • “u ok buddy?”
  • lydia lets alec go so gracefully and so lovingly and i will never be over how thoughtfully her character is written because in 90% of media she would be so thrown under the bus
  • alec “move i’m gay” lightwood
  • MAGNUS CHASING THE KISS MURDER MY ASS
  • guys, it was incredible! it was like watching a live version of the graduate. you know the dustin hoffman movie, the amazing one? magnus were ben. ELAINE!!!!! and alec were elaine! i mean, a taller, masculine, handsome version of her, but the altar, he was like! Ben! and now they are both sitting on the bus like at the end of the movie, both totally stoked but wondering like, what are we gonna do now, yknow?

Just spent about 10 minutes at the Big Mo table talking to the Padaleckis. Never occurred to me I’d see them today which is why I embarrassingly wore Jared’s face on my shirt and bag hahaha. I think I even said I must look like a freak but Megan goes “No I love it!”

It was just WONDERFUL because Megan is so SWEET. I had her make it out to my mom when she signed because Mom teaches 2nd grade. So then Megan started talking about her mom who was sitting next to her and how she just retired from teaching HS. So then I got to talk to mama Padalecki about teaching HS English because I TEACH HS ENGLISH TOO. So we had an entire side convo about books we teach.

And at one point they were asking me about me?? And cared about me?? Because wow so SWEET????? Uggghhh my heart. The Padaleckis are all so fucking precious.

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful –
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
—  Mirror by Sylvia Plath

you know there’s this moment where kara says to grant “the skye that shot you four times?”

like she’s trying to ground him, like he reminded her when she put on skye’s face. she wants to help.

and grant doesn’t take his eyes off the screen. he doesn’t look at kara. he goes “four,” and keeps looking at skye, dumbstruck

and my question is why the fuck do the writers feel the need to do this to kara. why do they need to make it an either/or? why, for grant and skye to interact, does kara’s heart have to get broken? it doesn’t. the writers decided she hadn’t been punished enough, i guess.