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Elise Bauman / Natasha Negovanlis - ‘Heard Well’ Radio Interview

(if you missed it or couldn’t hear it for being an international fan, here it is! enjoy)

anonymous asked:

i thought and i’ve never wanted anything more than taako, living his solo traveling life post-forgetting, on the road n shit, and lucretia shows up to all his shows. every single one. she’s always there. he never pays close enough attention to the crowd to notice, but she makes time for him

That’s so sweet, I think she would have been there for almost all of them.

She wasn’t there for Glamour Springs

i don’t think it’s fair for people (non-artists especially) to point out an artist and say “wow i hate their art they suck they haven’t progressed in years, the way they draw _____ is pathetic”. yes, it’s okay for you to not like an art style but don’t put someone down for their progress. development in art is something that doesn’t move upwards consistently in a smooth path, it’s different for everyone and it’s not fair to compare and judge. even the most popular artists can get stuck drawing the same thing for a long time and i think that’s okay? some people get really comfortable with the way they draw a certain thing and may choose to stick with that for a long time because it looks right to them, they’re fearful of trying a new thing and the new thing looks like trash in their eyes so it might take them a while to get comfortable with exploring. everyone is different and develops in their own way, art is frustrating and really hard and no one is harder on the artist than themselves. 

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IV. Finally Home

It’s a magical thing—slow dancing under the stars with the love of your life.
Nolan held me as close as physically possible, his strong arms wrapped around me like a cage I never wanted to escape from. I melted in his embrace, the previous tension of the evening all but evaporated, though I could still feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
We hadn’t danced like this since our senior prom, when the gloom of my impending departure hung over us like a perpetual rain cloud. This time was different—it wasn’t tinged with desperation or sadness. There was a certain sense of hope, of happiness, crackling throughout the cool night air tonight and I clung to it just as I clung to him.
I lost count of how many songs we danced to, my attention far too invested on our intermingled breathing and the soft thud of his heartbeat against my chest. All I knew was that I’d be perfectly content to stay like this for the rest of my life.
Just as a new song began to hum through the speaker of the record player, Nolan lifted his arm and spun me gracefully in front of him, before pulling me back into his embrace. I giggled like an idiot, an involuntary smile stretching across my face from being treated like a Disney princess. My boyfriend—full-time cheeseball and romantic extraordinaire. 
One of his hands drifted up from my waist to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing softly against my skin. He gazed down at me almost reverently, his blue eyes burning into mine, and I felt a new flush creep up my neck.
“Bri,” He whispered, my name like a prayer upon his lips. “Do you have any idea how much you mean to me?”
I was trapped under the spell of his crystalline eyes, unable to form the words to respond to him, but that didn’t seem to discourage him. He sucked in a deep, leveling breath and continued, determination radiating from every inch of him.
“You own my fucking heart, Bri. My soul. You always have.”
There may have been butterflies in my stomach before, but it seemed that they’d been replaced by hummingbirds now. I wanted to proclaim my love in return, yell from the rooftops that it’s only ever been him, but I couldn’t force my lips to form the words. I simply remained frozen in awe as he took my hand in his and slowly lowered himself down on one knee.
“Nolan, what are yo—” And suddenly, everything clicked. The surprise, the set-up, his anxiety…my hand instantly clapped over my mouth as realization hit me like freight train. Moisture stung in my eyes and I struggled to swallow against the arid terrain of my throat. No way. There was no way.
“Do you remember the afternoon before you left for Butler? We went to the playground we used to play at when were kids, sat under the monkey bars, and just talked away the whole afternoon.”
I did remember, with perfect clarity.
Yet, still unable to form words, I simply nodded.
“I told you that I’d be homesick when you left and we laughed it off and pretended it wasn’t a big deal, but I was one hundred percent serious.
You’ve always been home to me, baby. I was a dumb kid, but even back then, I realized that I didn’t care where I ended up, as long as it was with you.” He smiled up at me, tears dancing in his own eyes—those damned blue eyes. 
A slight sob worked its way up my throat and I bit my lip to keep it contained. 
“I spent three years away from you, Sabrina. The most painful three years of my life. I lost so much time because I was an idiot, but I refuse to lose any more. I know I still have a lot to make up for, but, God, I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life doing so.”
His grip on my hand tightened, his thumb brushing absentmindedly up and down my ring finger. Every cell in my body was vibrating with elation as the tears finally brimmed over. Despite the dream-like atmosphere—the endless lights and flowers, the roar of distant waves and the gurgle of the fountains surrounding us, the beautiful man knelt before me—this was my reality. And it seemed too good to be true.
“I know I’m a dumbass, but I’m your dumbass, and I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth so long as you’ll have me…”
He trailed off, breaking eye contact for a single second as he reached into the pocket of his slacks to procure the most beautiful ring I’d ever laid eyes upon. All of the air in my lungs escaped in a whoosh, the breath physically knocked out of me and I had to pinch my forearm quickly just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.To my surprise, I wasn’t.
“I love you with everything in me—more than I would’ve thought humanly possible if I didn’t know how incredible you truly were. I’m constantly in awe of you—your strength, your creativity, your kindness, your ability to not only forgive me, but teach me how to forgive myself. could spend the rest of my life with you and it still wouldn’t be enough, but I’m willing to give it a try if you are.” 
Tears streamed full force down my face now as I fought to maintain composure. My beautiful boy stared up at me like I was the sun, the moon, and all of the stars, but really, he was mine.
“So, Sabrina Grace Carson, would you do me the immense honor of being able to call you my wife?”

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Guarding The Goddess

Originally posted by jetaimeps

I know that it’s been forever lovelies, but I hope this one makes up for it. It’s pretty long and I think that it’s pretty good too. Also I’m going to tag @txhohood in this bc I totally didn’t see her Harry night last night and I feel like such a shitty person bc I have so many Harry things that I could have sent in. Love ya bubs!

“Know tha yer all upset bout those petty people online, but I promise tha I won’t ever let them hurt yah. I won’t ever let anyone hurt yah or our baby girl, d’yah understand?”

Harry was kissing down her breasts and onto her stomach. Spending a bit more time there than he usually would just because he knew that’s where his little lady was growing.

“You don’t even know if it’s a girl Harry.”

Y/N was teasing him, but she did have to admit that she found it so endearing how much he seemed to want a little girl. She could only imagine what a heartbreaker their baby girl would be.

“Know we don’ know yet love, but feels weird calling her an ‘it’ dunnit?”

Y/N laughed, but nodded. She leaned down and met his lips for a gentle kiss, just wondering how she had gotten so lucky to have this amazing man beaming up to her and talking about the baby that they were going to have together.

Harry was just sitting there smiling up at Y/N, watching her pretty face staring down at his.

“Well don’t just sit there and stare, do something.”

or 

There is a bit of backlash from Harry’s little rant and Y/N isn’t taking it too well, so Harry decides to comfort her the best way he knows how. 

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