shining through

I should have grabbed my camera. The sun was just right, the small island in the channel was surrounded by morning mist, the gray clouds were split and shining through with yellow light. The trees were green and deep, providing a beautiful backdrop that supported without overwhelming the spectacle. It was just right.

But I didn’t stop and take the picture. I thought to myself, hey, it will look like that again. It’s early in the summer, there will be plenty of radiant, hazy mornings. Besides, if I take the picture, will it add anything to the beauty? Maybe the experience and the memory would be enough. I kept driving.

And for many mornings, on the same drive to work, I looked at the same spot, wishing and hoping and praying that the flow of the river and the direction of the wind would turn that pretty place into the special subject I should have captured that day. I was kicking myself then and I haven’t stopped.

I thought of that day when we took a wrong turn on the highway and ended up on an old farm road headed toward a pit stop for gas on the way to visit my in-laws. My daughters were very young and my son wasn’t born yet, and life was just a ride through the countryside. It was a warm and gorgeous day in early September. We drove by a gigantic field full of sunflowers. Yellow and green and growing wild under a perfect blue sky, it took our breath away.

And I should have stopped. I should have had my daughters in their grubby clothes and sleepy eyes and innocent shine of youth get out of the car. I should have had them stand in front of that fantastic field of flowers and I should have taken a picture. Instead, I told myself I would be back, I knew that road now, I knew there would always be time, there would always be sunflowers. But I didn’t stop. I kept driving. I didn’t take the picture.

Would a picture have added anything to the beauty? I can only hope that the memory and the experience will be enough. The moment passes, children and flowers grow, and there’s never enough time.

Compliments to the chef

Reader X Simon
Description: Y/N is dating Simon and stays over at the sidemen house, she wakes up earlier to make pancakes for everyone.
Warnings. None
Requested?: yes

You awaken to the sun shining through the curtains in your eyes, covering them you swing your legs over the side of the bed and pull yourself out from the sheets. Trying not to wake your sleeping boyfriend you quietly pick up your phone and leave your bedroom, closing the door after you.
When you get downstairs you send a mass text to a few of the boys telling them to come round; freezy, tobi and Ethan. They’re filming football videos all day so you wanted them to have something proper in their bellies to keep them going. Heading into the kitchen you press play on your Spotify playlist whilst getting the ingredients out. You begin by sifting the flour, baking powder, salt and sugar into one bowl. Next you make a well in the middle and pour in the milk, egg and melted butter. You bop up and down to the music as you mix everything together, singing the occasional lyric.
Once that’s all mixed together you take out a frying pan and turn on the hob. Feeling as if someone’s watching you, you turn you head to see Simon standing in the doorway. He leans his head against the doorframe before yawning.
“I thought I smelt pancakes, what’s the occasion?” Simon questions
“There isn’t one. I just thought you could all do with a proper breakfast this morning, to keep you going during filming football videos”
“That’s cute, thank you”
You smile sweetly and turn your attention back to making the pancakes.
You let Simon flip a few of them, some were fine… Others were not. Leaving you a little annoyed at him but not for long because you found it hilarious when the rest of the boys, including freezy, walked in to see Simon scraping one off the ceiling.
A few minutes of the boys constantly asking when they’re going to be ready, and you place a massive stack of pancakes in front of them.
You watch as their eyes widen and at the pleasing sight of this mountain of pancakes. You search in the cupboards once more for some maple syrup and set it on the counter. Simon offers for you to sit on his lap as the middle counter In the sidemen kitchen only has a few chairs. After getting yourself comfortable everyone digs into what you’ve made. Through the meal you get various compliments on your cooking.
“Babe, these are great” Simon mumbles. You can barely understand him because his mouth is full of pancakes which makes you giggle.
“Yeah Y/N, they’re really good” Ethan says
“My compliments to the chef” JJ smiles at you
You can’t help but snigger, what a goof. The others are too busy eating and so they just nod their heads.
“It’s no problem boys” You reply, beaming at all the compliments.
After you’ve all finished eating you gather everyone’s plates and take them to the sink whilst the boys talk about the football videos they’re filming later. You notice Simon break away from the boys and walk over to you. He puts his arms around your waist and pulls you close. You breathe in his cologne, he smells so lovely.
“Let me do those” he whispers, referring to the dishes.
“It’s fine, I’ll do them. You guys need to get to the pitch” you whisper back
“If you’re sure”
He turns his head to kiss you goodbye for the day, his arms still around you and then calls for the boys to get ready.
I’ll be out pretty much all day tomorrow so I thought I’d post tomorrow’s imagine now :)

This was quite short but to the anon who requested it, I hope you enjoyed!
Requests are open as always
Megan xx

anonymous asked:

one of the small things i love about ur art style is that the people you draw seem to have light inside them? idk thats a weird way to put it but take that person with the long black hair and blue skin u drew, red light is inside them and shining through.. i think thats the coolest thing ever

!!! that sounds so beautiful and so amazing! thank you! i really like to play with light and colours and i’m really glad you like it! it’s fun to make it “weird” sometimes, just going with what looks cool. thank youuu<3

NGC 949

NGC 949 is a disc galaxy located about 30 million light years away towards the constellation Triangulum. More specifically, it might be a spiral galaxy, however the galaxy has an unusual shape and is tilted oddly from our perspective on Earth, making it difficult to see and classify the galaxy’s type.

The inclination of NGC 949 tilts some stars towards us, where they are hidden by more dust. The clouds cause the light to adopt a red hue, the same way dust in our atmosphere turns sunlight red at sunset. The stars tilted away from us shine through less dust and appear brighter, with the dust clouds less noticeable in visible light.

Image and information from ESA.
Pray for Normandy Church and Hostages

Please uplift our brothers and sisters in Christ who were taken hostage. Please pray for their congregation, their family, their friends, and for France. Please pray for the church around the world, especially in areas where persecution occurs daily. Please pray that God’s love and mercy shine through, with grace demonstrating its amazing power yet again.

Request: Can you do a cute Blake Gray imagine please?xx

Hey guys!! I’m finally back!! My laptop is semi fixed, so I can start writing again, but there is still some minor complications with the way it is working, so please excuse any grammar or punctuation errors, I tried really hard to make sure everything was correct but there might be a few here and there. But anyway, this is a super cute one so be ready to smile!!

You wake up to the crisp morning air, you take a deep breath, the air filling your lungs.The bright sunlight shines through the half open curtains hanging from the top of the window. You smile, as the memories from the previous night fill your mind, making your heart swell with happiness.


You sit quietly and nervously on the leather seats in the back of a white limo. You are wearing a tight-fitted black dress and black, red bottomed spiked high heels. What you are feeling is more than confusion. Who had sent you this out fit, who had gotten this limo to pick you up at your hotel and take you to where ever you were going? You have no clue.Your thoughts were interrupted when the limo came to a halt and the door to your left is whipped open. You step out,onto the pavement, your heels clicking in the process. The crisp night air of down town Los Angeles hits your skin, causing goosebumps to arise on your arms.You take deep breath, air fills your lungs as you take in your surroundings.

“right this way miss,” the driver takes your hand, leading you into California Dreaming. The most expensive and sophisticated of all the restaurants down town. You feel flattered as you walk through the revolving door and your heels sink into the bright red mushy carpet of the dining room. The limo driver steps away from you when the both of you reach the hostess desk, and whispers something to the man behind the desk. The hostess nods, a smile appears on his face as the limo driver continues to whisper to him. 

“ah, right this way Miss (y/n), your date, at a table for two awaits you in the garden.” You smile, as a thousands names run through your head. Who could this be you think. Who would do all of this for me? You trail close behind the hostess, he stops in front of a set of double doors. He looks back at you for a moment as he grabs the handles. 

“Miss (y/n), I introduce to you, your date.” the doors swing open and you cannot believe the sight in front of you. It is absolutely beautiful, almost over whelming. You look around, a romantic dinner, set at a table for two, in a garden filled with beautiful flowers and fountains, accompanied by warm lighted icicle lights and the twinkle of the stars in the night sky. But to top it off, there sat, in a black suit and tie, a smirk playing on his lips, your best friend, the one and the only, Blake Gray.


You roll over expecting to find a shirtless, sleeping Blake, but only find the empty sheets that he used to fill. You sit up in confusion, using the perfectly white sheets to cover your fragile, and petite half nude body. You move to the side of the bed, your bare feet touch the cool wooden floor as you stand up. You grab one of Blake’s t-shirts laying on his dresser and make your way to the door way, to find Blake. 

You step into the hall way of the hotel room; the presidential suite. You hear music booming from the kitchen. You make your way down the hall, the music getting louder with every step. You peek around the corner, into the kitchen. There in front of the stove you find a sleepy, shirtless, messy haired Blake trying his hardest to flip a pancake. You smile to yourself as you admire him. 

Not only are you admiring him because he is shirtless but you like to watch the way he moves. Especially when he doesn’t know your watching. You’ve always enjoyed doing this from the moment you met him, all 10 years of your friendship. You love the way he stands when he’s washing the dishes, or the way he scans over his closet a thousand times before he picks a shirt to wear. You love the way he looks in the mirror every chance he gets, or how cute he looks when he is asleep. You love the way he answers the phone with a “hello beautiful” and the way he scrunches his nose when you tell him you love him. You love watching him drive, because he always only uses one hand when your in the car because the other is on your thigh. You love the way you never have a conversation when you’re in the car together because you sing to each other, and you even love when you wrestle and he beats you, because you know that after he gets his victory, he showers you with cheek kisses.

Your thoughts are interrupted when Blake turns around and sees you standing in the door way. He smirks and walks your way.

“Good morning, gorgeous” he cooes as he kisses your forehead. You smile, closing your eyes, loving the way his lips feel against your skin. You hug him around his waist.

“Good morning, handsome. I see you attempted to make me pancakes” you giggle as you let go of him and make your way to the stove to see how he was doing. You look around at the mess in front of you, even though you know you cannot eat the food because it is probably disgusting and you know you will have to clean this tremendous mess, you smile because you really couldn’t be happier. You turn around to face Blake,

“well these pancakes do not look very edible, but you looked cute when you were making them.” he furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“how long were you watching me?” he asks 

“Hmm just a few minutes. I like watching you do stuff.” you explain.

“I catch you watching me all the time. Like when we had sleep over back at home, I’d wake up and you’d be staring at me.. I always thought it was weird” he giggles nervously. You look at him with a fake hurt expression on your face.

“It is not weird!” you defend yourself, smacking his toned chest.

“It really is. well wait, maybe not weird… I’d call it strange.” he corrects himself. You think a minute, and shake your head in a left to right motion.

“no no no, I wouldn’t call it weird, or strange.” 

“well then what would you call it?” he asks, pushing your back against the counter, resting his hands on your waist. You blush at his actions. You then smirk, knowing what you were about to say would change everything between the two of you.

“hmm, I’d call it… love.” he looks into your eyes blankly, and for a minute you think you’ve made a mistake, but then, he grabs your face and your lips connect. That was the first and very long over due kiss between the two of you, and it surely was not the last.


I am so excited to be back! I have about 9 requests right now, so just bare with me and let me catch up on my writing and then requests will be open again. I am sorry this one is kinda short, but it was super cute, I thought. You all should really let me know what you think, because although most of my posts get likes, i never really get any like written feed back. SO PLEASE BE UP IN MY ASK BOX N SHIT. Hope you guys enjoyed reading :)


Our Morning Offering – July 26 

Radiating Christ

Dear Jesus, help me to spread Your fragrance wherever I go.
Flood my soul with Your spirit and life.
Penetrate and possess my whole being so utterly, that my life may only be a radiance of Yours.
Shine through me and be so in me that every soul I come in contact with
may feel Your presence in my soul.
Let them look up and see no longer me
but only Jesus! Stay with me and then I shall begin to shine as You shine,
so to shine as to be a light to others.
The light, O Jesus, will be all from You; none of it will be mine.
It will be You, shining on others through me.
Let me thus praise You the way You love best,
by shining on those around me.
Let me preach You without preaching,
not by words but by my example,
by the catching force of the sympathetic influence of what I do,
the evident fullness of the love my heart bears to You. Amen.
(Blessed Cardinal John Henry Newman

cheesepizzaorgtfo replied to your post “You do realize all those questions were vetted right? And most of them…”

But he answered my questions about James McAvoy :D

Was that you? High five LMAO !!! :D :D :D 

clickthefrog replied to your post “niniblack replied to your post “You do realize all those questions…”

I didn’t see any reaction like what you’re describing so I must not be following those people :D I saw people acting like it was a serious declaration of love. lol

Well it’s tumblr so you’re going to have extreme reactions on both ends of the spectrum lol! I thought it was fun and funny and pretty much the only question where his sense of humor got to shine through :D And really not any different than anything either of them have said about the other (many times) over the years. *shrugs*

Here in Duckburg...

So I can finally announce that I’ve been working on Disney XD’s brand new DUCKTALES series, coming in 2017!  It’s been an absolute dream come true working on this amazing show with a crew that LOVES (and in some ways, have been defined by) the original series and comics.  And that passion is shining through on every episode.

“But, Frank,” you cry to the heavens, “who the heck do you think you are to be writing DuckTales?!”  Some of my credentials:

- DuckTales Theme lyrics were included in my wedding vows.

- My eldest daughter’s first words were “Woo-oo!”

- My first apartment was nicknamed Duckburg.

- Had the “Moon Theme” as my ringtone for five years.

- An almost unreasonable love for all things Barks, Rosa, EU comics, Original Series, and Video Games, as well as the entirety of the Disney Afternoon.

- This photo of me at age 10:

For the record, I wore that on several non-Halloween occasions.

So hang on tight, everybody.  Racecars. Lasers. Aeroplanes. It’s gonna be a Duck Blur.


levi already made his choice

the story might slap him with “SORRY THAT OPTION IS INVALID” in the future but he’s made his personal decision clear, and defended it through opposition.

armin is in super dire straits and eren begs him to hurry up!!! give the serum!! bertolt is right there, a shifter available for eating

it’s the perfect set-up for an injection. erwin is nowhere to be seen– dead for all he knows– but look at him. he’s silent, slow to respond, drawn in dark shadows, obviously unwilling, [edit: now that better scans are out, we see he’s in literal agony about having to do this lmao RIP] & when he FINALLY says “…fine” it’s with the face of a dead man. he DOES NOT WANT TO, but what else is there to do?

then erwin turns up on rescuer recruit’s back and levi is immediately transfixed. he doesn’t just pause in the act of handing the box over but quickly retracts his arm, presses it to his chest while staring very emotionally. at erwin. frozen again but so differently, god i need to breathe

eren goes “earth to captain???” and levi spares him one glance before helping erwin get settled. he checks for erwin’s breath even though the recruit already told everyone he was alive, just injured. he stands, visibly more composed now. he doesn’t even turn back to armin before announcing clearly, strongly, in bold

“the serum will be used on erwin.”

the contrast between that and his prior reluctant “ok” cannot be more stark

of course eren and mikasa are very upset at this! eren gets up in his face but levi replies, again in bold text, he’s going to choose for humanity. after saying at least twice before that erwin, specifically, is needed for humanity. whether his judgement in this is flawed/biased/clouded by feelings, it’s still his judgement

it clearly pains him to say this to the kids but there’s absolutely no indication that he changes his mind. not even the last look he gives mikasa: it’s the sad furrowed brow of a person who knows just how devastating this is for her, not someone coming to a sudden new revelation. their agony affects, but doesn’t sway him

levi chooses erwin, plain and simple. he always has.