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.
(or alternatively, Oliver Wood’s Guide to Loving Marcus Flint)
I. Don’t break. Broken boys don’t want to be fixed. They want kisses that come away with blood, they want teary eyed frustration and clenched fists, they want the satisfaction of winning, of breaking you.
II. Don’t be afraid to get close. His rough edges are nothing to fear. Fill them with your body, your touch, your scent, anything of yours that he could take. Become the victory he’ll never want to forget.
III. Don’t lie to yourself. This isn’t about taming a bad boy. He’ll take your heart and throw it away like a Quaffle. It’s his job as Chaser to throw anything that comes his way. You’re the Keeper, destined to block his efforts to score, nothing more, nothing less.
IV. Don’t love him as if you’re making a sacrifice. It’s not your job as a higher being to love someone like him. He’s not something to take pity upon. He deserves pure, unadulterated love, dedication, and passion. He’s like Quidditch. If you can’t dedicate your lifeblood to him, leave.
V. Don’t fault him for being himself. He’s not perfect. He’ll hurt you, push you away, and make hate him. You’ll cry and pound your fists against his chest as he hugs you tight. He’ll whisper soft apologies, kissing your hair as a reminder that you’re still with him.
VI. Don’t give up on him. He’s still learning about how to love and how to be loved. But, that’s what you signed up for, isn’t it? Loving him is like Quidditch, you win some, you lose some, but you’ll have fantastic sex in the locker room.
For me all the main 6 characters: (Tyrion,Sansa,Daenerys,Jon,Arya,Bran)
go through a change in their personality. In different circumstances, of course.
I would separate them in three groups: Tyrion and Sansa (both create an alias, a bastard, so they cannot be found by Cersei, and they learn from it, they use their wits to create that personality), but they never forget their old selves (and I believe, both will refuse this “lie“ in the future of the story).
Tyrion took a mordant pleasure in inventing the details of the colorful life of Hugor Hill, also known as Yollo, a bastard out of Lannisport.The best lies are seasoned with a bit of truth. The dwarf knew he sounded like a westerman, and a highborn westerman at that, so Hugor must needs be some lordling’s by-blow. Born in Lannisport because he knew that city better than Oldtown or King’s Landing, and cities were where most dwarfs ended up, even those whelped by Goodwife Bumpkin in the turnip patch.”- Tyrion ADWD
Music soothes him,“ she corrected, "the high harp especially. It’s singing he can’t abide, since Marillion killed his mother.” Alayne had told the lie so many times that she remembered it that way more oft than not; the other seemed no more than a bad dream that sometimes troubled her sleep. “Lord Nestor will have no singers at the feast, only flutes and fiddles for the dancing.” What would she do when the music began to play? It was a vexing question, to which her heart and head gave different answers. Sansa loved to dance, but Alayne . . - (Alayne/Sansa) TWOW.
Then there are Jon and Dany both messiah figures, both literally die and becoming stronger version of themselves:
“Viserys was Mad Aerys’s son, just so. Daenerys … Daenerys is quite different.” He popped a roasted lark into his mouth and crunched it noisily, bones and all. “The frightened child who sheltered in my manse died on the Dothraki sea, and was reborn in blood and fire.” - Tyrion in ADWD
“Kill the boy and let the man be born.” The old man felt Jon’s face. “You are half the age that Egg was, and your own burden is a crueler one, I fear. You will have little joy of your command, but I think you have the strength in you to do the things that must be done. Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.” - Jon ADWD
There are then Bran and Arya whose alteregos are connected with gods (the old gods and the
respectively), both are like a “weapon” being trained by the tree eyed raven and the faceless men for a scope (also both i believe will reject this notion and return to their Stark identity)
I should not be dreaming wolf dreams, the girl told herself. I am a cat now, not a wolf. I am Cat of the Canals. The wolf dreams belonged to Arya of House Stark. Try as she might, though, she could not rid herself of Arya. It made no difference whether she slept beneath the temple or in the little room beneath the eaves with Brusco’s daughters, the wolf dreams still haunted her by night … -Arya AFFC
Leaf touched his hand. “The trees will teach you. The trees remember.” He raised a hand, and the other singers began to move about the cavern, extinguishing the torches one by one. The darkness thickened and crept toward them.“Close your eyes,” said the three-eyedcrow. “Slip your skin, as you do when you join with Summer. But this time, go into the roots instead. Follow them up through the earth, to the trees upon the hill, and tell me what you see."Bran closed his eyes and slipped free of his skin. Into the roots, he thought. Into the weirwood. Become the tree. For an instant he could see the cavern in its black mantle, could hear the river rushing by below.
. - Bran ADWD
Enough with this whole fake ass bitches pretending to be sources (on twitter) when in fact they know NOTHING and keep using tumblr info as their own sources and pretending to be the ones who came up with the infos. Also, enough with using Camren to lead hate toward Camila (as the @illtellyou bitch does) or Lauren (as the fake ass bitch @buteradacamz does), to “clear” one’s image! Those bitches aren’t real sources nor they have access to real info! They use info from tumblr (esp from Meg’s, Decoding1432 and Emisonme’s), other than that, they create things from their asses to shit the girls! and never forget when this lier Lay used fake contracts to lie to my girl and say that she has sources in Sony Brasil when in fact the contract she used is some that is on internet and it’s NOT from a Sony artist! Bitch, I’m going to expose your ass if you don’t stop!
Ok, I have never really gotten a chance to make headcannons for Jacob so here goes nothing. These are all original so if you see something that you have written about, do let me know so I can remove it. These are all based on our 1800s Jacob, nothing modern, and purely out of spontaneous scenarios in my head so I could probably be wrong in around 80% of them. Either way, hope you like this!
- Yes, Jacob has no patience. He can give you like 5 seconds of his patience, even if you mean the world to him, but nothing more. The man doesn’t have time to wait yet you better wait for him. Oh, yes. - Beware if you try and sneak up to him playfully. - Don’t lose your head over his way of talking to you. - You either love him or hate him. No in between. - Loyalty should be like his middle name. Though perhaps never learning the whole “Don’t trust anyone” way of living, Jacob is unconditional to a person he deems good for him or that their cause if worthy of his time and his view of justice. The man means no harm when trusting even a rock, but half the time he has no idea what’s in store for him thanks to this small little flaw of his. - Of course he’s self conscious of his good looks but he uses them only to get what he wants. Jacob, as usual, has no time to be thinking why do the ladies fall for his charm because he’s into business. And don’t confuse that seductive look on his eyes as flirting, though he surely is an expert. - No, he can careless of your looks if you’re a person that represents something important to him. The last thing on his mind is finding perfection when he is so misunderstood and all he seeks is someone that can accept him as he is and love him dearly. - Yes, he’s lazy. - Scars? Well, as much as he could pretend he doesn’t mind the probable scars on him, it does bother him that he finds them everywhere and some will be permanent. - He was born to be understood, not to understand. - Jacob loves a good laugh. - He drinks, but not because he enjoys alcohol, but because it helps numb the pain in his poor little heart. The man has issues, y’all. - The only reason why he doesn’t sleep on the ground is because he doesn’t have time to stop running all over the place. - Jacob only desires good for the world, despite how terrible his attempts are at making it better.
- His hobbies? Having a good time with his gang or sleeping. - Give him hugs often, he loves those. - Yes, he’s sensible to smells and he will let you know if something either will make him vomit or will drive him nuts with euphoria. - The words ‘quiet’, ‘discreet’, ‘plan’, ‘logic’, and, ‘lose’ are among many out of his vocabulary. - He can knock you out with a slap, if he feels like it. - Yes, he eats like there’s no tomorrow. - Ezio Auditore da Firenze? More like Ezio Aduditore da LA LA LA. - Don’t annoy him with silly talk. He’s got better things to do. - No, he isn’t intentionally funny but everyone is so blinded by him that anything he says could be turned funny but he won’t understand why. - He’s a devil, and he knows it! - Play with him because he loves to compete and win! Hide-and-seek, tag, fishing, soccer, anything! He won’t say no! - Yes, he could be crowned the best daddy in the whole universe. Like, actually dad. But…though he doesn’t know it, he’s also a daddy.
- No! Not the hair! - He doesn’t mind the stares on his facial scars but don’t stare for too long. There’s too much beauty around to be staring at only that. - Definitely has a sweet tooth. - Yes, he loves to smile. - And he cannot do the ice treatment. He has no practice in that nor will he ever. - Don’t even bother test his limits. He will prove you wrong even if that means losing half of London in the process. - Fear? Um, yes he actually does feel it a lot but does a good job at getting over it and turning it to courage in seconds. - No time to ask questions! - He will forever love you if you manage to somehow get him a bed big enough that fits in the train just for him. - He knows he can sweet-talk you into anything he wants and you will leave him in awe if you somehow manage to not fall under his spell. Still, he won’t give up. He always has it his way. - He can observe your for a minute and know your strengths and weaknesses. - Yes, he loves to be intimidating. - He’s bad at jokes and he doesn’t get them anyways. - He’s not as romantic as many imagine him. He’s too much of a kid and expects you to pamper him, not the other way around but if you do your job well, the reward will be delicious. - Keep your distance. Jacob likes his space even if he invades yours.
- He’s smart, but just street smart. - Don’t be surprised to see him getting chased. What’s work without a little fun? - He won’t laugh at dark humor; that’s not up his alley. - Politics? Could we get some ice-cream instead? - Tell him you love him; the way he will tell you the same will send shivers down your spine. - He’s eager for an adventure even if he’s beat and is dying to sleep. - He hates complaining but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t think it. - Good luck trying to catch him. - He doesn’t do hand-holding. He’s more of a side hugger. - He loves originality. Surprise him! - Don’t pull a prank on him, though. - No Jake, Jay, or Joseph. It’s Jacob! - He rolls his eyes often. It’s his way of showing you how much he cares. - He always pays. Always. - Watch your words with him because he won’t forget any conversation he has with you. - Don’t try and get sarcastic with him. That makes him mad. - Jacob will not listen to anyone that put boundaries to him. He will rub it in your face he does what he wants…LIKE A BOSS. - He will likely reborn a parrot. - And lastly, Jacob Frye, no matter what, will be a person that you will never, ever, be able to forget once you had the delight to lie your eyes on him. If you liked these and want some more, let me know in your replies! I was trying to stay as real as possible but I mean, we all got different perspectives on him. Either way, leave a comment if you want another book! I had fun making this one! If you want to use an exact headcannon of mine, please give credit! It wasn’t easy coming up with these many so do me a favor and tag or mention me! Thank you all!
A/N: Can’t wait for you guys to read this~ It was pretty fun writing the first chapter. More to come. Also my Jungkook feels, I can’t…
His lips hovered over yours for a brief moment before traveling down your jaw, then down your neck. The hairs stood almost immediately as his hot breath touched your skin. His lips finally found your shoulder as they pressed down firmly. You wanted to scream but your voice was caught in your throat. You wanted to push him off of you but it was like you were paralyzed; your hands laying neatly next to your body, fingers incapable of moving…
Who are you? Why are you doing this?
He smirked against your skin before bringing his fingers up and tilting your chin towards him. His mouth was mere centimeters away from yours as he whispered against your lips.
“You know me. You forget who you belong to. Y/N…” Your eyes widened as they made eye contact with the boy above you. Unfamiliar dark eyes bore into yours before they turned a bright red. Just then you felt a burning sensation in your shoulder as you opened your mouth to cry out in pain. “Scream and deny me all you want. No one will have you but me. You are mine, Y/N… all mine.”
talking to you was so easy until you made it a game thought I still had some sense you tried to take it away as each day dragged on every one so long i’d wait by my phone scared of what you said you’d do in too deep to leave i’ll never forget the day I found out everything you said was a lie I’ll never look back and not regret not having the sense to say goodbye you said you were sorry then turned it around on me you had the audacity to say you couldn’t trust me you became eggshells held-back words near-sleepless nights and tired eyes didn’t realise I deserve to not just walk on such thin ice if i’m honest when it was through I never cried I already lost you long, long before we ever said goodbye (maybe even hello.)
The last of what I had to say, I got to say to you and not in these poems; how ironically lucky for a poet to do so. Plus, all the poetic words gathered could not describe the tears forming in the eyes that I once saw the whole world in- the world I had to leave behind
In the words of real life forensic anthropologist Clyde Snow: “Bones are our last and best witness; They never lie and they never forget.”
For me, I knew I would always study anthropology in some form or another. To illustrate, I started reading and claiming my parents National Geographic’s since I was 3 years old. But Bones and Temperance Brennan helped me realize at 15 that I wanted to work in the physical/biological/forensic area of anthropology. It helped me narrow down my college choice based on if they had a forensic anthropologist on staff. Temperance Brennan is not just a strong female lead, she is a role model for every girl who has been told their weird for their interests or for their intelligence. She helped me truly embrace my weirdness, nerdiness and intelligence. To be frank, she helped me to essentially flip the bird to those who make others or myself feel less than for being weird or intelligent. And I know she and the show has inspired a generation of young women to embrace and pursue degrees in science and anthropology. Though they did get things wrong from time to time with bone pronunciation, description or location…I thank you Bones, Emily Deschanel, and David Boreanaz for twelve years of science, anthropology and fun.
“Y\N,” You hear someone speak from behind you and you turn around to see your long time best friend Jasper, “Ready to leave?”
“Who’s coming with us?” You question him, seeing Clarke, Raven and Finn approaching you from behind Jasper, who looks down awkwardly at your question, “Jasper?” You ask in a warning tone.
“I didn’t invite him, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Jasper replies and you exhaled in relief. It seems like everyone in the whole camp knew about you and Bellamy fighting, “He invited himself.”
“What?” You exclaim, feeling sick to your stomach at the thought of going on a two hunting trip with your ex-something. He wasn’t even your boyfriend, commitment wasn’t Bellamys strong point.
“Just smile and act happy.” Jasper grins as an example as he places his hands on your shoulders comfortingly.
“This is going to be a long trip.” You sigh unhappily as Finn and Clarke join you and Jasper, “Hey guys.” You greet them and they nod at you. Clarke begins talking about what she has in her backpack to help the group catch everything they need to feed the hungry mouths of the 100.
“Hey, Y\N, did you hear the bad news?” Finn asks cheekily, raising his eyebrows and you roll your eyes with a groan, “He’s coming.”
“Don’t remind me.” You shake your head, “He’s going to make it hell for me.”
“Who is?” You hear the familiar voice of his right behind you. The same voice that once used to tell you he loved you, but now only barks orders at you during the day.
You don’t even turn around to look at Bellamy, “Talk about the devil and he shall appear.” you sigh in annoyance before walking away and Finn follows you.