nothing in the world but youth

@thinkingoverloves that is a fair point. Every team has to go through a drastic change at some point. And it is ARG’s time now (well it should have been sooner). The coach needs to stop calling up certain players. Start giving others/the youth a change. I hate that sense of self entitlement that some of these players have. They have nothing to show for it, so why would they ever think they have the right to act the way they do. This team has so many problems, I don’t even know where to begin. And even if they would reach the world cup they wouldn’t win. They would crash and burn during the group stages. Individual talent is what is keeping this team up, and that is not what football or this team should be about.

I wish the world wasn’t so cruel and heartless. I wish not giving a fuck didn’t become a world wide trend. I wish people spoke with kindness and knew what it meant to be genuine. I wish social media didn’t take so many lives and ruin so much confidence. I wish money didn’t feed the rich and I wish the poor had a voice somebody cared about. I wish the world would wake up and do something about racism rather than speak on trending topics they know nothing about. I wish knowledge was as popular as followers. I wish Tupac was still alive, to inspire the ghettos’ I wish Martin was here to motivate the youth. I wish things were so different that I’m so consumed in my world wind of “what if’s”.

“Why aren’t you married to me yet?” He asked one time, complete with laughing blue eyes and a cheeky smile.

I don’t quite remember what it was that I was doing. I probably said something amusing, or stupid or both.

But I smiled and looked at him and dared, “ask me.”

And in that moment, in the quiet of a normal mid afternoon, with the jostling background noise of the city streets below, in that dingy studio apartment I used to scrape by to afford - we really did think we’d end up together. We were no one, a pair of 20-somethings with idealistic dreams and a snobbish self-entitled depth, we shared nothing but youth, innocence, lust over cheap wine and an unhealthy obsession over each other’s laughs. We were in love. The kind you only get once in your life, when the world has only tainted you with its promises of happy endings and first loves.

Looking back now, in a way he did ask me. Not so much in words but in feelings. Those blue eyes, that cheeky smirk, the way he swept over me from across the room. He didn’t say the words but I felt them. And to be quite honest, back then, I would have said yes. Undoubtedly, unabashedly, wantonly yes.

But life happens, as you know. He broke my heart before he even had the chance to ask.

Teenager: Actually, I thi-

Anyone age 40 and up: my honey, sweet youth,, baby child, you are but a fetus,.you know nothing of this world, small, naïve baby child of youthful infancy, you have only taken your first steps. When you grow my little sapling, when you reach my level of enlightenment, my infinite wisdom of which you could not fathom, darling child, when you pay taxes and care deeply about laundry detergent, then and then only must you form an opinion of any sort, my child

Honestly like you can write the human zoo as a place with no pain so the Diamonds think the humans would be happy or whatever the fuck but how about this

Stories of Earth being past down through the generations, if course not being perfect due to do many years and retellings, and inspiring the youth to try and explore outside of the zoo. Some of them have given up hope and just accept this is the only world they’ll ever know, nothing outside of the walls and sky. They get used to that idea and the lives they love. They’re not happy but, they’re fine.

Some of them still believe the old tales of Earth and often dream of going beyond the walls and sky they’ve known all their lives. Some of thrm depressed and bored of the same old cycle of actions every day, no choice to do anything else. They start making their own stories inspired by Earth and inspire their kids to do so.

They still have their JX91 whatever names but they have their own names given by their parents. Names are a bit different to Earth due to them having their own sort of culture. So the gems all refer to them with numbers and letters but they call each other “Grat” or “Soonven” (I imagine it’s been so many years that they have really different names)

Then Greg arrives (and they can actually pronouce his name) and they ask him where he came from and they ask him endless questions about Earth. All the humans are so excited, some of them don’t believe him at first though. Then Steven arrives and they start to believe it! And after Greg and Steven find a way out, they know they have a way out. They can leave. They can find Earth.

They try and revolt out of the zoo using every method they can, and then… Who knows.

Maybe the famethyst want to go to Earth and see their little sister, so they help them and everyone joins the CG on Earth. Maybe that starts a new war. Maybe they inspire gems on homeworld to fight their dictators.


We spent every day doing nothing, talking about nothing and everything, all the things we didn’t understand, all the things we never would. We woke up every morning with nothing to do, and didn’t sleep till the sun was rising again. We watched our youthful innocence melt away in the summer heat, rising from the ground in shimmering waves. We kissed goodbye to world we knew, and turned to the one we had yet to explore.

I will never regret a moment of that summer we wasted away together. We ended in dust as the leaves fell from the trees, but you taught me how it feels to love and be loved, and I will never stop being grateful to you for that.
—  EMJ // Under Midnight Suns And Satellites
10 LGBTQA+ reads to pick up in 2017

1. Our Own Private Universe—Robin Talley

This stunning novel from Robin Talley drops at the end of January, and follows fifteen-year-old Aki as she explores her sexuality. She’s always known she was bisexual, but so far has only dated guys. When she goes on a four-week youth mission trip to Mexico with her BFF, her mind isn’t on dating, but then she meets Christa and everything changes. This book will wrap itself around your heart and squeeze until you are left with nothing but gooey feels.  

2. History Is All You Left Me—Adam Silvera

When Griffin’s first love and ex-boyfriend Theo dies in a tragic drowning accident, his world is flipped upside down. Even though Theo had moved on—heading to college in California and seeing someone new, a guy named Jackson—Griffin had always imagined they’d find their way back to each other. This book explores grief and its effect on Griffin’s OCD…and what happens when the only person who could possibly understand you is the person who stole away your ex.

3. Dead Little Mean Girl—Eva Darrows

What really makes a mean girl tick? Quinn Littleton was a skinny blonde social terrorist in stilettos, and now she’s dead. Proud geek girl Emma had been enjoying a quiet life playing video games and staying off the radar until her mom announced she was happily moving in with Quinn’s mom…and Emma’s new nightmare of a stepsister. Now that Quinn is dead, Emma is finding out there was more to Quinn than was obvious at first bite. Eva Darrows busts stereotypes in this novel, including what the traditional family looks like. Look for it on bookshelves March 28.

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In contribution to the third day of Shimadacest Week:

Love Found

A Playlist of Genji’s unspoken thoughts.


  1. Ta-Ku - Down For you Genji falls in love with Hanzo
  2. Jaymes Young - Habits of my Heart Genji will always remember the feeling of Hanzo’s skin on his own
  3. Troye Sivan - Heaven Genji would give up the world for him
  4. Of Monsters and Men - Black Water He has been betrayed. Genji has nothing more to lose. He wishes the worst for Hanzo
  5. Daughter - Youth The fires of his wrath has faded, leaving him empty
  6. The National - Exile Villify He rids himself of all negative feelings.
  7. Marble Sounds - Time to Sleep He can only hope that Hanzo will find his peace. But Genji will do what he can
  8. The Paper Kites - Bloom Genji wishes to start again, to be close with Hanzo again.

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Xiumin series, Pt.1 Heaven. ½

Heaven. Title: Winter Lover…

He is so beautiful, yet he seems so cold, so distant. You can see beauty in his eyes but you can also feel the danger. He can’t be controlled by anyone and he is so powerful. I carefully sat next to him, not wanting to distract him from his book, and looked at him. His features were much softer when he was reading, the lines that usually creased his brow replaced by the youthful appearance that matched those of others his age.

He looked so peaceful when he was in his own little world. His lips were a pale pink that reminded me of a rose bud. The top lip was thinner, but not too thin. It had a natural cupid’s bow; while his bottom lip was larger and more plumb. I wanted nothing more but to kiss those pale lips of his. Shifting sideways, he looks at me and smiles. He stands up and starts walking towards the door. Without realizing it, I started following him outside, through the ice-covered streets of Seoul. The cold licked my face and crept under my clothes, spreading across my skin like the lacy tide on a frigid winter beach. With lips tinged with blue and gently chattering teeth, I wrapped my thin coat around me tighter. But unlike me, he doesn’t feel the cold. 

He walks comfortably through the streets and his body seems unaffected by the strong winds and the chill. His clothes aren’t that warm either. I, on the other hand, am closer and closer to hypothermia. Suddenly, it felt like my innards were being replaced by some kind of black hole. Then nausea crept from my abdomen to my head, and then, with one step backwards, I crumpled like a puppet suddenly released of their strings; but I never hit the ground. I felt arms wrapped around my body, giving me a feeling of coldness. But it wasn’t an unpleasant coldness. It wasn’t the kind that made you walk all the faster and brace your head against the wind. It was a heavenly sweet feeling, and it made me relieved. “I got you” someone whispered in my ear and I knew that it was him…

  •  Xiumin  Pt.1 Heaven / Monster Pt.2 (Coming Soon)

~Admins #GEL



[Gramma Tala:]
I know a girl from an island
She stands apart from the crowd
She loves the sea and her people
She makes her whole family proud
Sometimes the world seems against you
The journey may leave a scar
But scars can heal and reveal just
Where you are

The people you love will change you
The things you have learned will guide you
And nothing on earth can silence
The quiet voice still inside you
And when that voice starts to whisper
Moana you’ve come so far
Moana listen
Do you know who you are?

Who am I?
I am a girl who loves my island
I’m the girl who loves the sea
It calls me
I am the daughter of the village chief
We are descended from voyagers
Who found their way across the world
They call me
I’ve delivered us to where we are
I have journeyed farther
I am everything I’ve learned and more
Still it calls me
And the call isn’t out there at all, it’s inside me
It’s like the tide; always falling and rising
I will carry you here in my heart you’ll remind me
That come what may
I know the way
I am Moana!

In honor of Thanksgiving in the colonies,

Let’s all revisit Lily Evans’ supreme dislike of cranberry sauce.

“James,” his father said, smiling fondly at him. “Perhaps you might pass Lily the cranberry sauce?”

“She doesn’t like cranberries,” Potter replied indifferently, and she turned to face him in surprise. “What?” he asked, shrugging. “You don’t.”

She did not. However, she certainly was not about to let Potter think he knew her.

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There’s nothing more powerful than genetics. If you really imagine the stakes of him in his youth having all these special powers and having your parents be absent during that process, with their own agendas, equally as selfish. He’s lost in the world that he was raised in and feels that he was abandoned by the people that he’s closest with. He’s angry because of that, I think. And he has a huge grudge on his shoulders.

Adam Driver about Kylo Ren 


  • Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.
  • Men were deceivers ever.
  • How many gentlemen have you lost in this action?
  • He hath done good service in these wars.
  • And a good soldier to a lady: but what is he to a lord?
  • A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuffed with all honourable virtues.
  • He hath every month a new sworn brother.
  • He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block.
  • I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.
  • If he were [in my books] I would burn my library.
  • Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.
  • I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
  • I do love nothing in the world so well as you - is not that strange?
  • Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
  • He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.
  • When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
  • For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
  • There was a star danced, and under that was I born.  
  • I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.
  • Why, what’s the matter, that you have such a February face, so full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?
  • Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
  • Peace; I will stop your mouth.
  • What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?
  • I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
  • When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.
  • Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner.
  • I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes.
  • How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!
  • Speak low, if you speak love.
  • Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
BTS video edits;

[Full Masterlist]


I Need U Prologue On The Wall

Lost Boys

Nothing Like BTS


Dope v.2

Standing with an A.R.M.Y


Call Them Devils

Their Story

Rap Monster

Only Fools Fall For Namjoon 

Stand By Namjoon


Only With V… I Fall Like This

Beautiful Vndone



Jimin Got A Big Booty

Be Together

Oh, Lover


Alarms Go Off When Hobi Enters The Building

I Want U



Save The World, Yoongi

Yoongi Wants To Rule The World

Yoongi Can’t Sleep Alone


Feels Like Home


Troublesome Youth


// Memory Lane

Beaches with Jimin

Libraries with Namjoon

Stargazing with Yoongi

Dating Hoseok

Theme Park with Jungkook

Travelling with Namjoon

There is nothing more beneficial or more valuable in the whole wide world than studying and reciting the Qurʾān to strengthen marital bonds, and to nurture children, and to guide the youth. Truly, the home where the Qurʾān is studied and recited is a home where the devil will never dwell in
—  Dr. Farīd al-Anṣārī, in his book ‘Majālis al-Qurʾān’. 
More on the Qurʾānic Reflections website:

Here is my response essay as it’s own text post: 

I want to educate the curious youth.


It literally created worlds upon worlds out of nothing at all. Not out of desperation or insanity, but out of inspiration and motivation. Yeah, The Lorax by itself wasn’t spectacular, but it launched a creativity storm like never before seen. It was ground breaking, because it was constantly evolving and generating it’s own original content. There will never to a fandom that had the same fast-paced level of brand new ideas. It was inspired by the once-ler, a likable anti-hero with flaws, charm, and complex problems.

Why was there a fandom? The once-ler was easy to root for. Fans wanted more for him and from him. He had no friends, no love interest, and then he spent 60 years alone and dying. The once-ler was a character designed to be easily sympathized with. People latched on to him, and created content to supplement the desire to heal the hole in their hearts. In the film, you watch a dork turn into a greedy trash man, then turn into a sad disaster. Three stages of human development fans feast on. People liked him.

Once-ler fandom timeline simplified: Started with the once-ler, went to two once-lers, moved on to +5,000 once-ler inspired ocs. Then there were different versions of the same ocs, different aus, different ages, ALL ORIGINAL roleplaying open to everyone and anyone. There was even a fandom newsletter to keep up with it. This was freshly published creative content that never stopped moving for a solid two years. And still roams today in 2015. Because the constant evolution was strong and so built up.

People took aspects of the once-ler, and made intricate branches of something infinity better than The Lorax movie. Anyone could participate. Anyone could interact with the public story lines. Imagine being able to step into your favorite tv series, talk to the characters, and write it with everyone at once. Imagine being able to draw the panels of your fav webcomic with every artist all at the same time. The once-ler fandom was like that. It wasn’t just art. I wasn’t just fics. It wasn’t just videos. It was all woven together. It wasn’t out of control, it was unique and pushed the bonds of creativity. Incredible.

The once-ler fandom was intense, because it became something never before seen. There will never be a platform quite like it again.

For the love of the jersey, Lionel Messi chose the Argentina national team. If he had buckled under pressure and chose Spain, he would have already been a World Champion.

For the love of the jersey, he left Barça’s youth training ground La Masia for Argentina’s Ezeiza youth team, even though he knew nothing about the city.

For the love of the jersey, he chose to compete in the 2005 South American U20 Championship in Colombia and the FIFA World Youth Championship in the Netherlands, and won us our fifth World Champions title.

For the love of the jersey, when Pekerman had benched him for the crucial match against Germany in the 2006 World Cup, he behaved like a complete gentleman, even though the whole world was looking forward to his performance.

For the love of the jersey, he got along well with Riquelme during Alfio Basile’s time in charge.

For the love of the jersey, he went against Barcelona and his coach Guardiola*, attending the 2008 Beijing Olympics and eventually winning the gold medal.

For the love of the jersey, whenever the Argentina national team calls him up, he goes no matter what.

For the love of the jersey, he flew miles to Qatar, Saudi Arabia, India, Bangladesh, Australia, Japan, Russia, Guatemala and Costa Rica, playing friendly after friendly for the national team.

For the love of the jersey, he travelled all over Europe and America during international friendlies.

For the love of the jersey, he travelled to and from South America 36 times in between hectic Champions League schedules, just for the qualifiers.

For the love of the jersey, he covered 468,000 kilometres for a chance to win the recent 3 World Cups with his national team.

For the love of the jersey, he chose to stay when Maradona coached the national team, although many others made the easiest choice of rejection.

For the love of the jersey, he obediently sat on the bench despite being the recipient of the FIFA Golden Ball, because in the eyes of Maradona, Argentina was “Mascherano and ten others”.

For the love of the jersey, he swallowed the pain of not being acknowledged in his homeland.

For the love of the jersey, he bore all the criticism that he was cold-blooded.

For the love of the jersey, when he was harshly criticised for not singing the national anthem, he grew stronger.

For the love of the jersey, he calmly faced the truth: Carlos Tevez was a national icon in the eyes of Argentines, but he, the world’s best player, was embroiled in controversy.

For the love of the jersey, he was kept in the national team by Maradona and attended the World Cup in South Africa, even though after the Munich friendly, he had thought of leaving.

For the love of the jersey, he endured the coach comparing him to Gutiérrez.

For the love of the jersey, he was always politically correct, and would rather remain silent a thousand times than get into a scandal.

For the love of the jersey, because of his desire to become world champion, he did not mind that Maradona was the protagonist on Mandela’s soil, with all the spotlights on him.

For the love of the jersey, after the humiliation of the 2011 Copa America in Argentina, he still chose the blue and white stripes.

For the love of the jersey, in the face of adversity, he received the captain’s armband from Alejandro Sabella with determination.

For the love of the jersey, he finally became a prolific goalscorer for the national team, breaking records along with it.

For the love of the jersey, he turned whistles into applause, metamorphosing into a global idol.

For the love of the jersey, he desperately wants to win a World Cup, becoming a worthy prophet on his soil.

For the love of the jersey, in the 2014 World Cup in Brazil, he will work hard, shedding every last drop of sweat.


translated from Messi por amor a la camiseta by Juan Carlos Pasman 

*t/n: Guardiola actually helped to convince Barça to let Messi go to the Olympics


Endless List of Favourite Characters
↳Link from The Legend of Zelda

“Navi… Navi, where art thou? Come hither. Oh Navi, the fairy, listen to my words… The words of the Deku Tree… Dost thou sense it? The climate of evil is descending upon this realm. Malevolent forces even are now mustering at attack our land of Hyrule. For so long, the Kokiri Forest, the source of life, stood as a barrier, deterring outsiders and maintaining order of the world. But before this tremendous evil power, even my power is as nothing. It seems the time has come for the boy without a fairy to begin his journey. The youth whose destiny it is to lead Hyrule to the path of justice and truth. Navi, go now! Find our young friend and guide him to me. I do not have much time left. Fly, Navi, fly! The fate of the forest, nay, the world, depends upon thee!”

There’s something amazing about this life. The very same worldly attribute that causes us pain is also what gives us relief: Nothing here lasts. What does that mean? It means that the breathtakingly beautiful rose in my vase will wither tomorrow. It means that my youth will neglect me. But it also means that the sadness I feel today will change tomorrow. My pain will die. My laughter won’t last forever but neither will my tears. We say this life isn’t perfect. And it isn’t. It isn’t perfectly good. But, it also isn’t perfectly bad, either.