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A Letter from London to those who wish us harm

My city is alive,
and you may not have its joy.
Batter it with ugliness,
it cannot not be destroyed.
You may not taint the palette
of its people with your hate;
Your lies have no religion,
and your murder has no race.
You will not terrorise us
(though in moments we are terrified).
We’ll mourn the dead
Then forge ahead.
My city is alive.

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Victuuri Week Day 6: Soulmate AU!

“After completely flopping the Grand Prix Finals, Yuuri never expected his world to bloom with colours, but it did.”

has anyone listened to van jones from cnn? he said it perfectly: this was a white-lash against a racially changing country. revel in the remnants of supremacy while you can. trump, and all those who support his demagoguery, will find that you cannot put a lid on a country that will soon be a majority-minority, most likely within our lifetime.

Little reminder for artists and writers

Whenever you look at your old works and think “ew ugly” remember that if you hadn’t drawn/written them, you couldn’t have achieved progress and draw/write the way you do nowadays.

Also remember that your future self might consider ugly the things that you’re proud off currently, just like your old self was of those old “ugly” drawings/writings.

They’re part of our development as artists/writers so don’t feel ashamed of what you did, cuz it was necessary to become better and that process stands day by day.

So don’t hate your old works, treasure them because they helped us to grown up in what we do.

Without past there’s no present and future.

It’s been an absolutely lovely birthday and I wanted to share my joy with you all. So here–a quick drabble on me. First thing written on my new laptop. :D And thank you to those who sent in prompts–I loved reading them and will be posting them sometime this weekend, hopefully with something a little extra for Halloween~! (Update: Now with edits/detail fixes because what is proofreading?)

Title: Lovely Stunning Honest

Synopsis: No one warned Kouki what Akashi was like when drunk.

AU: No Designated AU

Pairing: Akashi/Furihata

Word Count: 800+

Can be read under the cut.

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  • 1D: You're insecure-
  • Me: [skips What Makes You Beautiful]
  • 1D: I've tried playing it-
  • Me: [skips One Thing]
  • 1D: Hey girl-
  • Me: [skips Live While We're Young]
  • 1D: Oh, I just wanna take-
  • Me: [skips Kiss You]
  • 1D: Maybe it's-
  • Me: [skips Best Song Ever]
  • 1D: Straight-
  • Me: [Skips Midnight Memories]
  • 1D: I figured it out-
  • Me: [skips You and I]
  • 1D: She been my queen since we were 16-
  • Me: [skips Steal My Girl]
  • 1D: Going out tonight-
  • Me: [skips Night Changes]
  • 1D: From the moment I met you, everything changed
  • Me: HELL YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS TURN THIS UPPPP!
  • 1D: I knew I had to get you, whatever the pain. I had to take you and make you mine (take you and make you mine).
  • ME: [flips table] Oh oh ohh oh so put your hands up. Oh oh ohh oh 'cause it’s a stand up!!! [dry fires gun into the air]

anonymous asked:

66 and 67 💕

(13) Jailbreak | Gangster Jooheon drabbles 

I won’t let you get hurt”, “You’re strong, baby. You have to be.

You are washing the dishes, realizing, with a pause of your scrubbing hands, how domestic you feel in a gang’s headquarters and how much food four boys can eat in day. It’s only when your hands start cramping do you hear the sound of stumbling footsteps echoing down the stairs outside.

You spin around in surprise when the basement door is slammed shut, and Jooheon is pressing himself against the heavy metal, chest heaving and sweat beading his forehead. His eyes process you standing by the sink before they are clenching shut with a wince. He slides down against the door as if unable to keep himself up, and it’s only when his hand grasps the bloodied part of his shirt on his waist do you drop everything.

You stumble in your desperate effort to get to him, registering that you are gasping his name over and over again, even when you kneel before him with shaking hands, unknowing what to do.

He winces and grits his teeth before expelling a strained breath. A weak smile crosses his lips, although he looks much, much paler than you’ve ever seen him.

“H-hey, kitten…”

You are sure you are hyperventilating now, eyes running over his bloodied hands that are grasping his side so tightly his knuckles have turned to ivory.

“You’re…you’re shot,” you hear yourself breathe, your own hands shooting out to dig into his wound and stop the bleeding. You can feel your mind going a million places, on needing to get enough rags, but also putting enough pressure, on taking out the bullet, or if it damaged anything serious, on how no one is here to help you…

“Y/n, look at me.”

You are sure there are tears in your eyes when you do, but Jooheon, as weak as he is, smiles with certainty, and forces a hand up to stroke your cheek.

“Jooheon, if anything happens to you, I-I don’t…” you can’t seem to finish your sentence because the words choke your tongue. He only keeps smiling.

“Nothing will happen. I’ll be fine.”

You look down to your hands and see that more blood as coated them. You don’t believe him. You look back at him with desperate eyes, but he only holds your chin delicately.

“You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”

It seems those are the only words you need to have a dam of tears breaking and falling from your eyes. He shushes you quickly, hand wiping away most of them.

“You have to pull through this,” your voice shakes, “I promise, if you do, I’ll swear I won’t let you get hurt again. You just have to promise me you’ll stay alive.”

His eyes widen at your words as if he’s caught off guard with your determination, desperation, before he’s resuming wiping your tears away.

“I promise, okay? It’s not like these things don’t always happen. We have a medic. Hoseok. We just have to wait until he gets here.”

Those words offer the slightest comfort, but one glance at his wound has your eyes stinging with tears again. “But how much longer, Jooheon? You lost so much blood, and I-I can’t-”

The sudden knocking against the metal has you both stiffening.

“I got your call! Open up! Are you guys alright?” Hoseok’s panicked voice sounds muffled through the door and his insistent knocking urges you to help shift Jooheon away from the door without putting him in too much pain.

You want to scream when he shouts out in pain at the effort and how his hands press desperately into his bleeding wound. Hoseok appears a second later, widened eyes scanning the scene before he’s dashing to his room and retrieving a black bag. You assume it to be some kind of first aid, and you can only hope it’s enough to save Jooheon.

You feel something grasp your hand, urging you to glance back at his pale, clammy face that is still smiling. He has enough energy to pull your hand up to his lips and place a kiss there.

“I promise.”

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The process of Matrix

I first began by gluing the mirror to my base.  I had to use construction grade adhesive to ensure the mirror was safely attached.  Then I taped the mirror to the base and let it dry for 48 hours.  Afterwards, I was able to begin gluing the acrylic onto the mirror.  I used a glass jewelry glue, so the glue dried clear and was not noticeable.  I had to use multiple objects to prop precariously placed pieces.

It took around 20 hours to complete this work.  There are a total of 96 acrylic blocks in the piece.

anonymous asked:

Again, what with the ton of asks while I'm sleeping? So, in random order: I absolutely adore your song, have sneakily subscribed to your channel (if it worked). You are definitely on my favourite people list (behind my family cause I love them a lot but close to the top of the friends area). I wish I could take you to a Supernatural Convention, we'd have so much fun! And I have the money for two simple tickets. If the chance ever pops up this shall be some sort of birthday present.

Idk bean!! It must just be a time zone thing! I’m sorry.

As for the song… aljahrgfljahrvkvylfkhskskjkjfk! I love that song! It’s Charlie Chaplain!! and it’s so beautiful I can barely breathe. And you subscribed?! That’s the first video I’ve posted in probably years bean!

God this ask is designed to turn me into a freakin tomato isn’t it!?!? Why do people keep telling me I’m on their favourite people list! It does not compute!

Also… DUDE!

Originally posted by entangledteenreads

Conventions are expensive! I mean, yes it’d be amazing and we’d have a blast but… I can’t even afford one ticket, let alone two! I couldn’t let someone spend that much on me. No way!

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I played some guitar sounds into Permut8, and then loaded them into a sampler, and pitching the notes up and down made the artifacts from the DAC processing really stand out and sound 90s Rompler-like, so I made a blank banshee ripoff with it

FLINT’S SUBCONSCIOUS TELLING HIM THAT HE’S NOT ALONE. THAT HE HAS SOMETHING VALUABLE HE SHOULD NOT BE THROWING AWAY BY GOING THROUGH WITH HIS SUICIDE MISSION.

SILVER LITERALLY ADMITTING TO FLINT THAT HE CARES ABOUT HIS LIFE AND DOESN’T WANT HIM TO DIE.
SILVER GIVING FLINT EXACTLY WHAT HE NEEDED: SOMEONE BELIEVING IN HIS GOOD INTENTIONS AND READING INTO HIS FEARS AND GIVING THEM LEGITIMACY.
FLINT FINDING HIS REASON TO FIGHT AND NOT GIVE UP IN SILVER’S WORDS.
FLINT THANKING SILVER FOR NOT GIVING UP ON HIM.

THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF THEIR CODEPENDENCY. THIS IS WHERE IT STARTS. THIS IS THE ROAD TO INTIMACY. THIS IS WHERE I DIE.

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can we just talk about this for one FUCKING second because it is really bothering me

  1. WHY ON EARTH DID ZAYN DECIDE TO GRAB LIAMS FACE
  2. WHY DID HE THEN PAUSE FOR A GOOD THREE SECONDS BEFORE DECIDING TO KISS HIM ON THE CHEEK
  3. WHY WERE ZAYN LIPS STILL CLOSE TO LIAMS LIPS
  4. WHY DID LIAM MOVE HIS LIPS TO KISS ZAYN
  5. WHY DID THEY FUCKING KISS
  6. WHY IS LIAM SO FUCKING SHOCKED AS IF HE WAS EXPECTING HIM TO KISS HIM ON THE LIPS
  7. WHY DOES LIAM JUST STAND THERE TRYING TO PROCESS LIFE
  8. WHY DID HE PROCEED TO FAINT LIKE A LITTLE SCHOOL GIRL
  9. WHY IS ZAYN SMILING LIKE A FUCKING IDIOT
  10. WHY IS LIAM SMILING
  11. WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THIS
  12. WHO THE FUCK IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS
  13. WHY AM I DEAD