look up to the skies and

Tulips

Douglas:   Scary skies today. How you´ re holding up?

Herc: Scary? Good visibility, lovely sunshine…nothing scary about that.

Douglas: Not even that Altocumulus? Looks like a herd of uncommonly pugnacious male sheep, wouldn´t you say?

Herc: No, I wouldn´t. If anything, it´s vegetal, not animal…I´d say tulips.

Dougals: Tulips.

Herc: Well, alright, cotton flowers, if you squint.  

Douglas: Cotton, wool, same difference really. Look at those horns! Or are that hoofs?

Herc: I can´t believe Carolyn revealed how strongly I feel about those beasts.

Douglas: Well, she dragged us all the way to Uskerty once, just to get you a gift, so I´d rather say she revealed how strongly she feels about you.

Herc: Ah.

Douglas: Of course, if you wanted a suggestion for a reciprocal gesture from someone who´s known Carolyn for ages…

Herc: In exchange for what?

Douglas: A weeksworth of fruit trays?

Herc: Go on.

Douglas: K. 191/186e. Basson concerto in B-flat major.

Turn ons: when the final boss battle music is upbeat and victorious instead of dramatic and ominous, like “you’ve come so far and now you’re going to kick ass and save the world” rather than “this is the most intense battle you will ever face and you should be afraid”

BUT GUYS-

hp headcanon where a muggleborn hufflepuff sings “is this the real life? is this just fantasy?” under their breath because the song’s been stuck in their head for days, and then another muggleborn from across the table hears it and sings “caught in a landslide, no escape from reality” a little louder. now more than five muggleborn hufflepuffs turns their head to them and then they grin and sing “open your eyes, look up to the skies and seeeee”, their voices gradually getting louder, so now their whole table are listening and wondering wtf is going on. and on the ravenclaw table, a muggleborn hears them and then suddenly sings “i’m just a poor boy” a little too loud, causing heads to turn. but their muggleborn best friend beside them saves them and continues “i need no sympathy” just as loud, attracting more muggleborns. and then the hufflepuff + ravenclaw muggleborns all sing “because i’m easy come, easy go”, now catching everyone’s attention, even the professors and dumbledore himself. then enter the muggleborn gryffindors catching up to what the hell is going on and a 6th year gryffindor suddenly sings “little high, little low” and then hufflepuff + ravenclaw + gryffindor muggleborns are singing “anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me, to meeeeee” and then their voices grew louder when it came to the “mama, just killed a man” part and basically every muggleborn is singing along but then a confused slytherin shouts “what the bloody hell is going on?” since no one in their table seems to get what the actual fuck is going on (well, at least the purebloods didn’t). they stop singing, and a group of muggleborns in the gryffindor table were the last ones to realize that they were the only people left singing, so they stop too. there was a very awkward silence for a minute, someone mutters something along the lines of “we were singing a muggle song”. every muggleborn who was just singing two minutes ago frowned, suddenly feeling bummed that all fun was ended.

but wait-
a muggleborn slytherin saves the day.

quietly singing “put a gun against his head,” paused, and then sang “pulled my trigger, now he’s dead” louder. because of the silence everyone heard the 3rd year slytherin  perfectly. so now they were singing again.  “mama, life had just begun, but now I’ve gone and thrown it all away” sings the ravenclaw + hufflepuff + gryffindor kids. the part “mama, oooooooh” got every muggleborn singing, yes, even the hesitant slytherins.

and a ravenclaw kid charms a wall to show the lyrics. at first every pureblood’s like “oh come one wtf is this shit again” but then they realize that these were the lyrics so a few purebloods from each house join the singing and then in front you see dumbledore and mcgonagall swaying/dancing and hagrid and the others humming with the kids, all of them not being able to stop their smiles. and now everybody’s belting the lyrics (even purebloods) and the muggleborns are just having the time of their life, headbanging along while they all sing.

JUST IMAGINE

December Asks
  • Wind: What do you want to look like?
  • Frost: Do you believe in magic?
  • Empty Trees: Describe something, or someone, that comforts you.
  • Fat Birds: What age do you want to die at?
  • Gray Skies: What would you change about the physical world?
  • First Snow: Describe a favorite fantasy from when you were a kid.
  • Finals Week: What do you want to be when you "grow up"?
  • Minty Cocoa: Tell a story you love!
  • Evergreen Trees: Share a memory that shaped you.
  • Blizzard: Do you believe in soulmates?
  • Poinsettia: What winter movies or TV shows do you return to?
  • Candle Lit: Favorite books to read in December?
  • Arguing About Starbucks Cups: What issues matter to you?
  • Hymn: Are you spiritual?
  • Hearthside: Do you celebrate any rites of winter?
  • Solstice: Tell your perfect, utterly perfect, December day.
The Signs as Winter Things
  • Aries: Half-melted marshmallows in rich, dark, hot cocoa with a hint of peppermint.
  • Cancer: Wearing a Santa hat at one point in time just for the fun of it.
  • Taurus: Buying a limited edition something or other because of the holidays (makeup, clothing, food, etc)
  • Gemini: Putting up fairy lights in their bedroom so they twinkle with wonder.
  • Leo: Getting the latest holiday trends and looking the best they can in -20 F weather.
  • Virgo: Reading a holiday themed book or going to a Christmas play of some sort.
  • Libra: Going ice skating in a park or central area with friends and/or family.
  • Scorpio: Snuggling up under a woolen blanket and bingeing so many Netflix shows. So. Many.
  • Sagittarius: Still stuck on thanksgiving for some reason or another. They love it.
  • Capricorn: Bundling up and making a snowman out of the perfect consistency snow.
  • Aquarius: Going to a park or forest where ski trails are accessible, and then go skiing.
  • Pisces: Dresses in warm flannels or sweaters to keep cosy and sits by the warm fire.
Do me a favor, Stand up, walk to wherever the nearest window is, and just look outside. You may not know this, but there’s an entire planets-worth of summers, friends, sunsets, moon, buildings, street lamps, songs, late nights, great films, and night skies waiting for you. Your life is as amazing as you want it to be, but first, you have to let it be that way.
—  Chad Sugg
“Eyes Up Here”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (College AU)

Summary: In which you can’t take your eyes off of Steve’s rather glorious abs.

This story was heavily inspired by “Counting One, Two Three” written by @brighterlights. Naturally, this one’s for Jade as she shares my fangirl feelings about Steve/Chris.

A/N: This is my first Steve story, and I thought it’s finally time to bring it out of queue-purgatory. Because I’ve gotten so used to writing for Bucky, switching over to Steve was a little bit of a challenge. However, I adore him so I’m going to try my best. Hope you enjoy! - j xx

“Sssh, guys it’s happening.”

Right when you look up, a tall figure stops running and pulls off his shirt, revealing a body Michelangelo’s David would have envied. The sunshine and sweat add a shiny gleam to the ridges of his pectoral and abdominal muscles, making him look like a fallen god from the skies of Olympus.

That is, if fallen gods wore tight gray running shirts and track pants.

“And there it is,” Wanda breaths, her already-large eyes widening. She and Nat start a slow clap, the latter adding in a couple of whistles.

“I can’t tell believe you dragged me out of bed at six in the morning on a Wednesday to watch someone take off his shirt,” you sigh as you tiredly rub your eyes. You look around - there’s no one at the track but three of you and the hottie with the abs.

“You can grumble all you want, (Y/N), but you have to admit this is hell of a view,” Nat grins. Her steely gaze turns pensive and she muses, “You think those abs are completely gym-manufactured or made through sports?”

“It’s got to be both. That,” Wanda moves her hand in the direction of the abs in question, “is too incredible and has to be a result of magic.”

“It’s too early for this,” you sigh. But Nat is right, those abs are rather glorious, and you can’t help blush as you watch the athlete’s chest rise and fall as he catches his breath.

Right then the half-naked person of their discussion squints their way, his hand shielding his eyes from the sun. While you’re too slow to react, Wanda immediately drops her eyes to the phone while Nat casually blows a bubble with her gum.

His eyes stop on you, and his lips turn up into cheekily smile. He first waves before sending you a two-finger salute. Something in your brain clicks as soon as he salutes, and you gasp, “Holy motherfu -”

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Stolen Moments (M)

Characters: Jungkook x reader (ft maknae line & mention of Yugyeom)

Warnings: Mentions of war/death, implications of PTSD, angst & smut

Word count: 19,993

A/N: My best friend @sungvin97 convinced me to share my fanfic so please let me know what you think!


Originally posted by jengkook

June 1941.

You’d counted the days until you’d see him again.


The ocean breeze felt nice against your skin, a cool contrast to the sun hanging high in the afternoon sky. You looked up, shielding your eyes with your hand, as you watched a couple of seagulls fighting against the wind, one gliding in front of the other to hold back the full weight of the wind. You smiled, finding something beautiful about the act, and you lowered your gaze back to the ocean, immediately bringing your hands up to form a makeshift picture frame. There was nothing but blue, blue skies, blue clouds, blue water, blue everything, and it was beautiful to you. You wanted to hold onto it forever, the idea that there were infinite possibilities swimming in the depths of all that blue—infinite possibilities to reach beyond the sky, and infinite possibilities to scavenge beneath the sea—and all you had to do was imagine it, or take hold of it; it didn’t matter, it was yours for the taking.

You hummed to yourself, letting your hands fall to your sides just as a voice sounded behind you. You looked over your shoulders, towards the grassy hills beyond the beach, weaving along the pathway to the woman shouting over the howling wind. You could barely hear her as she continued to call to you, waving her hands in a circular motion for you to come to her. You stared at her, finding no reason to go to her when you were at peace right where you were. By the looks, you could tell she was rolling her eyes at you, annoyed that you remained as stubborn as you had been as a child, and she cusped her hands in a circle around her mouth, calling out to you for the final time.

“Y/N, he’s back!”

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Here’s to the ones who are not brilliant. Here’s to the people who question the very purpose of their existence, like I do. To the ones who feel like they do not belong, to the ones who feel they were born in the wrong century, in the wrong galaxy. Those who are full of insecurities, worries, doubts and fears. Those who feel crippled with paranoia and trapped in a meant coated skeleton.

There are people like you and me, equally messed up, their souls equally complex and bruised.

They too spend Sunday afternoons gazing at clear blue skies, trying to connect to their real self, looking for something to free them, to save them, waiting for miracles while sipping coffee.

These people too are lost like you and me, their minds wandering aimlessly through forests and alleys, and places and countries,hoping to make sense of their own fucked up existence, hoping to be significant.

Trying desperately to love themselves with the self love they are told is the only cure, but failing miserably, horribly.

So, on those evenings when your body and soul seem like two separate entities, when you feel exiled from the home within your own heart. Know,I have been there too and it will be okay, it will get better.

It has to, right?

—  Kopal

look up to skies -
every 10,000 years they emerge
climbing, lithe, from the claw marks the devil
has strewn in air like petals on deathbeds

dragging tails like zippers to other worlds
mirrored like peacocks, razor sharp quills,
brains like snakes slinking across the land

- catching us unawares -
manic with laughter from mouths fresh from kills

always wondering why we stand by
as they coil around us, always
stand still and watch one after another
letting the great fragmented beast ingest
it all

@katrinnac

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“It’s love.  Yes, all we’re looking for is love from someone else.  A rush, a glance, a touch, a dance.  To look in somebody’s eyes, to light up the skies, to open the world and send them reeling.  A voice that says, ‘I’ll be here, and you’ll be alright.’”

It’s love,
Yes, all we’re looking for is love
From someone else…
- A rush,
- A glance,
- A touch,
- A dance,
To look in somebody’s eyes,
To light up the skies,
To open the world and send me whirly,
A voice that says,
I’ll be here, and you’ll be alright.
—  City of Stars - La La Land Movie
Here’s to the ones who are not brilliant. Here’s to the people who question the very purpose of their existence, like I do. To the ones who feel like they do not belong, to the ones who feel they were born in the wrong century, in the wrong galaxy. Those who are full of insecurities, worries, doubts and fears. Those who feel crippled with paranoia and trapped in a meant coated skeleton. There are people like you and me, equally messed up, their souls equally complex and bruised. They too spend Sunday afternoons gazing at clear blue skies, trying to connect to their real self, looking for something to free them, to save them, waiting for miracles while sipping coffee. These people too are lost like you and me, their minds wandering aimlessly through forests and alleys, and places and countries, hoping to make sense of their own existence, hoping to be significant. Trying desperately to love themselves with the self-love they are told is the only cure, but failing miserably, horribly. So, on those evenings when your body and soul seem like two separate entities, when you feel exiled from the home within your own heart. Know, I have been there too and it will be okay, it will get better. It has to, right?
—  Kopal

  a look in somebody’s eyes
  to light up the skies
  to open the world and send it reeling


@danisnotonfire​ i hope if you take piano lessons again your teacher is a really nice person.


i’m trying something different from my squishy cartoons, hope you guys like it!!!! 。゚( ゚^∀^゚)゚。

Please don’t repost thanks!

the signs as things to live for

aries: listening to really old songs, roadtrips, buying scented candles

taurus: big dogs, space buns, good sketches on maths homework

gemini: sweatpants, a crowd cheering you on, being listened to

cancer: walks on the beach, festivals, sleeping in for way too long

leo: cat paws, standing up for yourself, freshly made popcorn at a sleepover

virgo: watching fireworks from far away, smoothies, holding hands in public

libra: embroidered bomber jackets, the smell of old books, fairy lights

scorpio: perfect winged eyeliner, the feeling of fresh sheets, smiling really wide

sagittarius: cuddling by the fireplace, yellow roses, blue summer skies

capricorn: birthday cakes, understanding something in another language, loud laughter

aquarius: making double denim look good, stargazing, getting the perfect photo

pisces: bubblegum-blowing competitions, candyfloss, mixing paints together

That post about that porn gif of pins and needles being shoved into a woman’s vagina etc. and other torture in porn reminded me of my first encounter with porn on here.

A few years ago a woman I followed reblogged a porn gif of a woman tied up, and some man in all black with a ski mask on shoved his penis in her mouth and she was literally sobbing, and shaking. I called her out saying I don’t care if she watches porn (I was trying to not seem prudish or ‘shaming’ which is a red flag for how liberal feminism is trash btw) but that it looked like rape and it was disturbing. Of course she ignored me. This is back when I didn’t even know the facts about the horrors of the porn industry and sex trafficking. I just saw it and knew it was torture I didn’t mistake her reactions as anything but terror.

That shit is real, these women are really being tortured in so many atrocious ways for the sadistic fantasies of males, and women supporting this shit is so fucked up.

Liberal feminism has failed, women being raped and tortured on screen isn’t empowerment it isn’t edgy its torture.  Stop defending and supporting that shit.