sunlit hair

Gone.

Do you ever just like to torture yourself thinking about Bellamy? I do.

Every time the gate jerks open, Bellamy thinks of her.

A lot has changed in two months since… since Mount Weather. Arkadia doesn’t flourish, but it grows all the same. It doesn’t happen all at once, but his friends slowly begin to recover from the nightmare of bunker passageways and cold cages, handcuffs and drills. Miller snarks at him, Monty cracks a smile, Harper doesn’t flinch when someone comes up behind her unexpectedly. Not everything is perfect, but for the most part they’re healing, they’re coping.

But every time the gate jerks open, Bellamy thinks of her.

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But a few hours later, all of them standing around the cairn, attending a funeral for a stranger…he had looked across the wheelbarrow full of field rock, and he thought that perhaps the end of all things had finally arrived. The ground shifted forward beneath his feet. She was standing there, just several simple strides away from him and his entire body flushed hot wet with a thin sheen of sweat, heart slamming against his ribcage, a sudden wild pain that had him turning slightly and pressing the heel of his hand into his breastbone. He glanced quickly around the circle of faces and no one else had seemed to feel the world shudder to a stop and re-start itself. It had only been him. Or so he thought for a long confusing moment. He looked back across the space that separated them and she was staring at him, in her soft way, all big blue eyes and sunlit hair, her head cocked the slightest bit as though taking his measure. And the confusion translated by her features looked more akin to mysterious than the bafflement that he was feeling. He realized, as their gazes locked for what could have only been seconds, that whatever body blow he had just taken, the impact had come from the fact that she was standing alive in the same world that he was occupying. As though the world itself had broken the hourglass of the sea and the shore and time was no more.
—  Daryl Dixon, the first time he looked at Beth Greene
(from Zagzagael’s ‘Will You Miss Me When I Burn and Will You Eye Me With a Longing’)

☆See no Evil: Muse is Blind

Max had been busy training in the center park like usual when the magic hit him, one minute he was fine, the next he was blind. He stops what he was doing, a scared look on his face as he desprately tries to rub his eyes to get his sight back.☆

Rei hummed happily as he skipped through a park, having just caused a group of mean girls to run off crying after he’d smashed ones cellphone to bits. His skipping ceased as he saw sunlit, blonde hair out of the corner of his eye.

He grins and stalks over to his old teammate, placing sharp nails at the boy’s throat from behind.

“Hello~!” He purred in greeting.

we all thirst for beauty

we all thirst for beauty,
but one river cannot wield it
for everyone.

some drink beauty from 
late-night walks,
thinking and whistling
under the winking eye that is
the crescent moon.

some drink beauty from
children’s hands, feet,
giggles and scribbles.

some drink beauty from
a drunken kiss with 
a new lover while lying
sprawled on a mowed lawn
in a stranger’s backyard.

some drink beauty from
waking at six o'clock
in the morning
and brushing their teeth
and combing their hair
and saying hello to their kids,
then going off to work 
at the same job they’ve
worked at for seven years.

some drink beauty from
marrying colors and lines
on a pure white canvas.

some drink beauty from
luring men with their 
open shirts and half-grins
and blossoming red lips.

some drink beauty from
untampered nature, as it
happily unfolds itself in
front of them.

some drink beauty from
going to protests or concerts
or festivals or parades
and getting tangled in the mass
of human bodies and noise.

some drink beauty from
riding horses, feeling
the solid saddle and
movement and strength 
underneath them,
and the wind swim
through their sunlit hair.

others drink beauty
from everything,
and stay drunk
for the rest of their lives.

(Written and submitted by @beautyinyourpocket)