so beautiful i can't look away

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happy birthday to our sweet namjoon!
thank you for being our galaxy 

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favourite rory & logan moments: 22/?

Belle and Adam at some point in the future
  • Some people: When did you fell in love with the Prince, Belle?
  • Belle: Well, you know, I am not really sure...it happened gradually... I can't really fix on one moment...
  • Adam: *raises his eyebrows at her*
  • Belle: *blushes and looks away from him*
  • Belle: So, um, yeah, that's how it was...
  • Some people: Oh, that's nice. *they leave*
  • Belle: ...
  • Adam: ...
  • Belle: ...
  • Adam: It was the library, wasn't it?
  • Belle: I ADMIT TO NOTHING!
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I’ve been wanting to share this with you for so long. With today’s chapter update, I finally can. 

The wonderful @blauerozen drew this brilliant piece on fan art for my “Sparrow,” and though I’ve been marvelling at this finished beauty for weeks now, it still amazes me, every time I look at it. I adore their expressions, the colours, the atmosphere. All the fluffy snowflakes. 

Thank you so very much for this. It’s hauntingly gorgeous! 


As they step out of the café with the familiar tinkle of the bell, Eren can see it has been snowing for a while. A thin blanket of white covers everything so neatly, it’s as though someone had taken a big sieve and sprinkled the world with powdery sugar like cake. It’s beautiful. Eren smiles.

They begin to walk through the streets, two silent figures in green, minds in harmony but each drifting away in an own trail of thoughts.

—Sparrow (Revised), Chapter 14

Thing is, no matter how the mixtape originally made its way from Dean to Cas, it certainly got its meaning when Dean said “It’s a gift. You keep those”

victorineb  asked:

Hooray for fluff! Can I ask for “Your bed head is really cute.” for Hannigram please? (Eeeee, your writing is so beautiful, I can't wait!)

Anything for you ♥ Post-season 3 cuddle husbands.


On the rare mornings that Will woke before Hannibal, he liked to lie in bed and watch the way the rising sun played upon his features. Pale grey at first, illuminating Hannibal’s skin like that of a marble statue. Then a warm rose that crept across his cheeks and progressed into the vibrant gold of dawn.

Sometimes he would twitch and turn away from the light. Today he stayed, mouth slightly parted and hair fanned out on the pillow. He looked younger like this, almost boyish.

Deceptively innocent, Will thought as he traced the crinkles at the corner of Hannibal’s eye. Hannibal’s nose wrinkled. He opened his eyes, blinking slowly and stretching beneath the covers like a cat.

“Is there something I can help you with?” he asked. He smiled at Will, sleepy and amused.

Will shook his head. “Nope, just looking. Your bed head is cute.”

The longer Hannibal’s hair grew, the more unmanageable it became in the mornings. A piece stood almost straight up on the pillow. Will combed his fingers through it in a failed attempt to tame it.

“You remember the morning I came over for coffee?”

“When you told me about your troubles with sleepwalking?”

Will nodded. “You were in that silk robe and pajamas. I couldn’t help but think to myself that waking up next to you must be an exercise in lowered self-esteem if you always crawl out of bed looking that put together,” he said. “Nice to find out I was wrong about that.”

“You did call to give me fair warning that you were coming over.”

Will remembered that call. He’d been so panicked, and then Hannibal had answered the door. He’d almost forgotten what he was there when he’d seen him. Hannibal had looked like something out of a Macy’s catalogue.

“Still, most people would throw on an undershirt and call it good.”

Hannibal shrugged and placed a hand on Will’s waist to drag him closer. “Perhaps I’d hoped to leave an impression on you.”

“That impression being?”

“That I might be someone you’d consider to waking up to.”

Will arched a brow at him. “That’s awfully manipulative of you. Arrogant too, considering we’d only recently met,” he teased.

Beneath the blankets, Hannibal sandwiched their feet together. He shifted closer until their foreheads were touching on the pillow. An errant strand of his hair was wedged between them. Will brushed it away with a soft laugh.

“But it seems I was successful,” Hannibal said, “and so the extra effort was worth it.”

“Even if it did take a few years to pay off.”

Hannibal kissed Will, sweet and gentle. He smiled.

“Yes. Even then.”


Prompts closed for now, thank you!

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Jessica Jones, you are a hard drinking, short fused, mess of a woman. But you are not a piece of shit.’

Growing Together

An unexpected guest arrives in Skyhold, reawakening memories, awakening insecurities, and making quite a turmoil in the Inquisitor’s life.

PART I/ II (Part II here)


Cullen Rutherford X Demetra Trevelyan
Nsfwish


“This is ridiculous.” Demetra murmured, rubbing her tired face and looking at two very specific people in the courtyard. Luckily alone on the ramparts, the Inquisitor bit her lip, the taste of her lipstick spreading in her mouth.
One of the two people she was observing tossed her head back, laughing, her hand gracefully leaning against the man’s arm. Demetra wasn’t sure she liked seeing the two of them so close.
Not that she was jealous. Not at all. Why should she?
Cullen was just talking to their new guest in Skyhold. Just talking. A friendly, nice chat in a very open space, under the eyes of other people. It wasn’t as if they were hidden in some alcove, she reasoned, looking at them from the ramparts. The silvery laugh of the woman echoed in all the courtyard again, reaching the Inquisitor herself. And hitting her like a punch in her guts, destroying all her well crafted thoughts.

Elan Surana.

One of the few mages escaped from the massacre of Kinloch, saved by the Hero of Ferelden and her companions. Demetra knew about her, of course, even before she appeared in Skyhold.
One night, chatting while waiting for the sleep to come, Cullen had confessed her about his youthful and impossible infatuation for the mage who was his charge. It hadn’t been a problem, for Demetra. She knew he had a past, and she surely wasn’t going to be jealous of something happened when she wasn’t in his life. She had reassured him with kisses and tender words, happy that their relationship was being built honestly and openly.
Beside, past couldn’t hurt her.

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THIS IS @undertale-imagine-that-the-2nd FAULT SO YA KNOW (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Because she rebloged THIS and I immediately had to draw Stretch wearing it because it is so him so go and blame her for this

Gonna tag @tyranttortoise also as she is partly, a really tiny, tiny bit to blame for this beauty too :3c

And I guess this is like happy Halloween for ya all, haven’t gotten to finish my real Halloween pic yet but I might be able to finish it tomorrow, we will see <:

anonymous asked:

I think Sam handing Cait those roses are the cutest thing I've seen in a while. He looks like a teenager so proud of his little flowers and he can't wait to give them to his girl who giggles away. Seriously, very cute moment between the two of them. #obviously #why cant i have a BFF like this #i'm joking #they're ridiculous #get married #make babies #how beautiful would those kids be #hurry up!

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Ne v.s. Ni
  • Ne: Do you see it, Ni? The stars? The universe? It's all so... infinite, it has no number, no limit, no end. What do you think?
  • Ni: You always do this.
  • Ne: It's vast, cold and careless! The stars outnumber every grain of sand on the earth! I'm so moved... so moved that it was our consciousness, the collective human mind, that stared into the sky and dreamed to map the unknowable... A beautifully futile goal... *single tear*
  • Ni: It's not inherently futile. Just because the universe is plausibly infinite doesn't mean it can't be understood.
  • Ne: It's beautiful BECAUSE it can't be understood!!
  • Ni: Then it's not beautiful. Beauty lies in understanding. The universe is beautiful because we have witnessed it. Because we have found beauty within it.
  • Ne: well... sure, Ni. However isn't the thought that all we know is but a brushstroke in the universes grand painting exciting?
  • Ni: Why would I allow my breath to be taken by nothing?
  • Ne: It's something!
  • Ni: Not yet.
  • Ne: You don't even KNOW how big it is! You cannot, with any certainty, say that what you know even MATTERS in the grand scheme of things. You don't know but a pixel in a million trillion megapixels! You don't know but a molecule of water in the ocean! One letter of a novel! You know one NOTHING of an INFINITE MASTERPIECE!!! WHAT -DO- YOU KNOW Ni?
  • Ni: I know. Exactly. What is. *pregnant pause* I know how many atoms are in a cell, i know what cells make up my mind. I know how many minds are on this planet. I know how many planets are in this solar system. I know how many systems are in this galaxy, i know how many galaxies are in our constellation. I know how many stars are in this galaxy. I know how old it is, know wide it is, and I know what kind it is. You think you see the bigger picture, Ne? You have nothing but a fuzzy lens in your eye that sees nothing but an idea. I see every detail, my picture is vibrant and beautiful, max resolution, stunning to behold. You only see what you want to see, Ne. I refuse to delude myself like that.
  • Ne: ...You're right...
  • Ni: Always.
  • Ne: I just... can't reconcile infinity for what is finite. I can't look at all this an think that's all there is... Have you ever just looked at the stars and just... felt comfort knowing that there's always more?
  • Ni: ...Yeah.
  • *long silence*
  • Ne: Hey Ni?
  • Ni: Yeah?
  • Ne: Tell me... If you're so sure, that is... Just how big is the universe?
  • Ni: At the moment... the edge lies 13.8 billion light-years away.
  • Ne: *gentle smirk* That's only counting the light that has reached us...
  • Ni: Shut up, Ne.

anonymous asked:

I saw you were taking angel requests? angel!Laf "let's have a baby" "we can't" (bc obviously wings would hurt on the way out) but they find a child in the woods or some shit and adopt him? Thank you! You're beautiful and I love your writing!~🎵

Whoa so I got a bit carried away on this one. I hope you like it. I watch a lot of Supernatural, so I decided to use my knowledge of angels from that… I hope you don’t mind. ❤


You laid curled up with your head on your boyfriend’s toned chest. His fingers gently rubbing up and down your back.

“Laf?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve been thinking,” you said looking up, “We should have a baby.”

“Quelle?!” He said sitting up in bed.

“I said let’s have a baby,” you said, “We’ve been together for three years now Laf so I was thinking we could start a family.”

You sat up and crossed your legs and watched Lafayette carefully. He seemed thoughtful as he leaned against the headboard carefully moving his wings so they were comfortable.

“We cannot,” he said quietly without looking at you.

“Why not? We would be great parents.”

Lafayette looked at you seriously, “I know that mon amour, but we can’t.”

“At least give me a reason Gil…”

He stretched his wings a bit and pointed at them and gave you a look.

“Okay so yeah wings would probably cause some problems during the birth… but we can figure all of that out,” you reasoned.

Lafayette’s rich laugh filled the room and you threw him a disgruntled look as he pulled you into a hug.

“It has nothing to do with wings,” he said gently, “It isn’t allowed.”

“Allowed?”

“Oui. Angels are not allowed to have children with normal humans. It’s against the rules. Let’s just say it’s frowned upon because the child would not be entirely human and would have angelic abilities. It is dangerous and I would never dream of putting you at risk in that way,” he said and pressed a kiss to your temple, “Do you remember how when I chose to stay here with you it was a big deal and they did not want to allow it?”

“Yes… that angel came and tried to force you to leave,” you whispered, “They only allowed you to stay after I told them how much I loved you.”

“Even then they didn’t want to allow it, but relented. This is something we cannot reason with them about. I am sorry mon amour… I do want a family with you but it’s not possible.”

“I understand.”

“Je t'aime,” Laf said quietly.

“I love you too,” you reply and curled up next to him.

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I. hate. you.

Do you hear me Malik? Hate. you.

For doing this to me…