the brilliance of life

What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude.
It was like being exhumed, I answered, and brought to life in a flash of brilliance.

What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy.
It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.

What was it like to lose him? Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded:

It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me—said all at once.

—  Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure
Whatever you perceive will become your reality, make sure you focus on greatness. When you know that good will come, sure enough, it will knock on your door and you will excel. Allow your mind to only take you to good places, strong places, places of clarity and brilliance. Manifest greatness into your daily life.
— 

perceptions by Amy Kennedy

31/05/17

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Three Questions

Prompt: What was it like to love him? What was it like to be loved in return? What was it like to lose him?

Pairing: Lin x reader

Warning(s): Angst, cussing, and mentions of sex (the closest I’ll ever do to a Lin smut, tbh).

A/n: Oh boy, here we are at Day 3 of the write-a-thon). This was the prompt (and the AU one too) that I was looking forward to the most and made me decide to participate. Rather than a book, I decided to choose my favorite poem of all time (which is also what my blog is named after) by Lang Leav. I adapted the poem into a story. I hope you guys enjoy!


 

What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude.

You sigh when you spot a figure slouched over a desk, their soft snores disturbing the silence of the library. It was a common sight to see a student asleep at the library, regardless of what day of the week it was. There were always going to be students cramming for a test or starting an assignment due the next day that would fall asleep from exhaustion. Upon closer inspection, you realize he wasn’t a student – his face was too mature and clothes too nice to be a fellow peer.

However, like the old saying goes: you don’t have to go home, you just can’t stay here. The library was closing in five minutes and after a full day of classes before coming straight to work, you were ready to go home and relax.

“Hi, sorry to interrupt, but the library is closing soon,” you say, gently shaking the sleeping man’s shoulder.

He groans and brushes away your hand before going back to sleep.

You scoff and try again. “Please don’t make me call campus security on you, sir.”

At the mention of the authorities, he groans but lifts his head from the book he was resting his head on. He wipes the drool from the corner of his lips and blinks up owlishly at you. “What time is it?” he murmurs.

Your breath catches at his voice, low and gravelly with sleep. You were always a sucker for attractive voices, and this stranger just happened to have the kind you loved the most.

“It’s almost 3 A.M.,” you say, watching as his eyes grow wide, “the library is closing now.”

He jumps up from his seat and stuffs his notebook and laptop into his backpack. “I’m so sorry, I don’t even remember falling asleep.”

“No, it’s alright, it happens all the time,” you assure him.

He sighs in relief and picks up the book on the table, which to your surprise, had an interesting topic that was very dear to your heart.

“A book about the first treasury secretary?” you muse, “Either you’re a history major or have a very weird taste in books.”

He grins. “I guess I’m the latter.”

You snort at his answer and watch as he heads for the exit after wishing you a good night.

-

To your surprise, he was back the next day. You were pushing a cart of books, returning them to their respective spots, when you see him huddled in an alcove. This time, more books about Alexander Hamilton were accompanied with books about James Madison and Thomas Jefferson.

“The Southern Democratic-Republicans?” you laugh, “you do know that they didn’t get along with Hamilton, right?”

His head jerks up from his notebook on his lap, eyeing you intensely. “I do. The question is, how do you know?”

You try not to squirm under his gaze. “I’m a History major with a focus in American History.”

A smile slowly spreads across his face. “Well, what are the odds,” he laughs, the sound making your stomach flutter, “mind if I bother you with a few questions?”

You clutch the handle of the cart tightly, feeling nervous and excited. “Only if you tell me what’s it for.”

His smile gets bigger. “I’m writing a musical about Alexander Hamilton.”

You push the cart aside. “I’m in.”

He chuckles and scoots over, patting the empty space next to him. You step around his books and take the spot.

“My name is Lin-Manuel, but you can call me Lin,” he says warmly, sticking his hand out for you to shake.

You take his hand, trying not to shake from his proximity and the tingling sensation of desire that you felt for him. You were always the type that fell too easily and too fast, a recipe for disaster, but the sincerity and friendliness that you saw in his eyes made you believe that maybe, this time would be different.

“My name is Y/N. It’s lovely to meet you, Lin.”

It was like being exhumed. And brought to life in a flash of brilliance.



 

What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy.

It was during one of your writing sessions with Lin, weeks after meeting, that he first kissed you.

You were explaining to him Alexander’s childhood struggles, the challenges that he endured as he rose his way to the top, and the bizarre parallel of his life to Aaron Burr’s.  When he was still silent after you finished, you became worried. Was it too much? Did he need you to clarify a specific part?

Your fears melted away once you saw the tender look on his face.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, brushing away a stray hair that escaped from your bun. Without another word, he leaned forward and captured your lips for a kiss. You whimpered, and it spurred him on, his hands cupping your head to kiss you deeper.

Your heart did cartwheels, happy that he felt the same way towards you. The lingering stares, how his hands would purposely brush against yours when you both looked over a book, and how he’d rest his arms on your shoulders and lean towards you when you’d talk… It was all because he adored you too.

Your first kiss with Lin awakened something delicious – a dangerous spark that made your body hum in excitement.

From then on, Lin would wine and dine you in the late hours of the night, conversations about Alexander Hamilton long forgotten. You shared your dreams, your struggles, stories about your childhood with each other.

The spark ignited a flame, an even more hazardous burn that made your heart and soul feel alive.

During the nights where he felt adventurous, he’d fuck you hard against the bookshelves, whispering dirty words in your ears as he covered your mouth with his hands to muffle your moans. Most of the time, however, he’d take his time loving you in a bed, staring deep into your eyes as he thrust into you.

You press your cheek against his damp chest, relishing in the afterglow of sex.

“I love you,” you whisper, the words feeling so natural, so true.

Lin’s hand slides down to rest on the curve of your back and presses you closer to him.

“I love you too.”

It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.


 

What was it like to lose him? Asked Sorrow.

It was a rare weekend where you didn’t spend time with Lin, so you decided to go grocery shopping – a task that you haven’t had time for since your whirlwind romance began.

You were quietly humming the tune to one of Lin’s songs as you pondered over which fruit you wanted to buy: oranges or apples?

“Honey, didn’t I tell you to take it easy? Stop lifting heavy things, you know it’s not good for the baby.”

Your lips quirk up in a smile at the conversation, finding it adorable how affectionate the husband was to his wife. For a brief second, you let yourself daydream, imagining a baby girl that had Lin’s curious eyes and your hair or a boy that had his nose and your penchant for learning.

“Lin, I’m the one carrying the baby. Don’t you think I know what’s good and not good for him?”

Lin?

“I know but – “

There was no mistaking it.

That was his voice.  

You whirl around, dropping your basket of groceries when you see the scene before you.

Lin was standing next to his obviously pregnant wife, softly reprimanding her as she lifted a watermelon from the display.

Lin had a wife… and a baby on the way.

Your world came crashing down on you.

Lately, you’ve had a strange feeling in your gut, as if something big was looming over the horizon, whenever you spent time with Lin. You chalked it off and blamed it on your inexperience, your insecurity, and fear of loving someone so much for the first time in your life.

But now it all made sense.

He’d insist on spending nights in hotel rooms or even your own apartment, claiming that his apartment was too small and cluttered, failing to mention the fact that he had another woman waiting for him in his bed. He’d always spend time with you late at night until early dawn (you thought it was sweet that he worked around your schedule), never during the day. But truthfully, it was the perfect time where he could escape from his pregnant wife. You thought that his habit of touching his ring finger with his thumb was endearing – a quirky trait that made Lin so cute and special – but now you realize it was because the weight of his wedding ring was no longer there.

You felt sick.

You stagger backward, hitting the fruit display, causing a heap of apples to tumble to the ground.

A single apple rolled towards them, stopping their conversation, and Lin looks up to see the cause of the runaway fruit.

You stood there, frozen, as a flash of recognition danced across his eyes.

It really was him.

To your horror, he didn’t acknowledge you. Instead, he wrapped his arms around his wife and leads her further into the grocery store, leaving you behind without a second glance.

His stories, laughter, and declarations of love were all lies.

Your heart shatters into a million pieces.

You were a fool.

It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me – said all at once.

Random Fic Rec ★~(◡‿◕✿)  

I’m really salty about seeing the same writers on almost every rec list in our fandom, so here are some fresh fics that’ve been posted within the last month that you may have missed!

–> Under Starlight by @fluffybunnyremi
♡  After a stressful week studying for finals, Ben decides to take his very stressed-out boyfriend’s fate into his own hands. Despite his studious efforts, Hux refuses to believe him, and so Ben brings out the big guns: stargazing and fluffy nests. (modern au, benarmie, adorable fluff)

–> Regretful Message by @rannystuffandthings (WIP)
Hiding from the Resistance should be easy when they already believe they’ve killed you. But when you’re General Armitage Hux and you can’t seem to recall becoming Emperor to the entire Galaxy, it becomes a little more difficult. (emperor hux, hux’s brother techie, lots of action & twists, generally brilliant!)

–> Splutter by @evermoringlyfine
Hux pulls on the cigarette with relish, the smoke curling over his own face in the still air as he looks at Kylo. (dominant hux, blood, lots of excellent smutty description)

–> the entire Evil Space Dads series by @oblioknowlton
stories where the evil space husbands are evil space dads (if you like mpreg then you have to read these fics, they’re all so in-character and features lots of protective hux & protective kylo!)

–> Accidental Kidnapping by @asphodel-storm
Realizing that his jedi training is making the dark voice in his head stronger, not weaker, young Ben Solo sets out alone to live a life of adventure as an outlaw. He didn’t mean to force the cute ginger boy to come with him, he was just sort of on the ship. (puppy love, benarmie, very cute!)

–> Of Pots and Vials by twitch
♡ Kylo receives a message that Hux should’ve received. Two of them. So he might’ve gone behind Hux’s back to take him on a date to a space-station. A meeting. But Kylo is the one caught off guard by the three men. Well, two men and one man of his own species. And a Head Bartender. Really. (drug use, heavy petting & rutting, overconfident hux, super good fill for a kinkmeme prompt)

–> all about that napping life by @irisparry
Hux thinks he understands what Kylo Ren wants from him. So does Kylo Ren. (elements of dubcon, inappropriate use of the force)

more under the cut!

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[River Person]

Tra la la. Beware of the man who speaks in hands.

Tra la la. Beware of the man who came from the other world.

[Goner Kid]

  • Have you ever thought about a world where everything is exactly the same…
  • Except you don’t exist?
  • Everything functions perfectly without you…
  • Ha, ha… The thought terrifies me.
  • An umbrella…? But it’s not raining.
  • Ha, ha…
  • You know, that does make me feel a little better about this.
  • Thank you.
  • Please forget about me.
  • Please don’t think about this anymore.

[Gaster Follower 1]

  • It makes sense why Asgore took so long to hire a new Royal Scientist.
  • After all, the old one… Doctor Gaster. What an act to follow!
  • They say he created the Core.
  • However, his life… was cut short.
  • One day, he fell into his creation, and…
  • Will Alphys end up the same way?

[Gaster Follower 2]

  • Alphys might work faster.  But the old Royal Scientist, Doctor W.D. Gaster?
  • One day, he vanished without a trace.
  • They say he shattered across time and space.
  • Ha Ha… how can I say so without fear?
  • I’m holding a piece of him right here.

[Gaster Follower 3]

  • I understand why Asgore waited so long to hire a new royal scientist.
  • The previous one… Dr. Gaster.
  • His brilliance was irreplaceable.
  • However, his life… was cut short.
  • One day, his experiments went wrong, and…
  • Well, I needn’t gossip.
  • After all, it’s rude to talk about someone who’s listening.
4

modern!Hogwarts Houses

Now Gryffindors are fêted for persistent feats of bravery,

And Righting every Wrong from Third-World Debt to House-elf Slavery.

They’ll throw you in the thick of fine adventures that should not be missed

If you can stick their heartiness and aren’t too individualist.


The Hufflepuffs are loyal, fair, hardworking and meticulous,

Which makes up for the fact that Helga’s surname was ridiculous.

You’d never cheat or take short cuts for laziness is criminal,

An excellent philosophy when praise you win is minimal.


The wise Rowena Ravenclaw creamed off the intellectual,

The scholarly, the witty and profoundly ineffectual,

Whose credo “Cogitamus ergo sumus” makes the best hot air -

And if you didn’t get all that, don’t panic, I won’t put you there.


The virtues of the Serpent’s house are swathed in deepest mystery,

But only slaves to simpleness would shun its chequered history,

With drive that sends you far in life and calculating brilliance-

A Slytherin, for good or ill, will make the greatest diff-er-ence.

A Sorting Song by Textualsphinx

The Signs As Beautiful Lang Leav Poems
  • Aries:
  • If you love me
  • for what you see,
  • only your eyes would be
  • in love with me.
  • If you love me
  • for what you've heard,
  • then you would love
  • for my words.
  • If you love
  • my heart and mind,
  • then you will love me,
  • for all that I'm.
  • If you don't love
  • my every flaw,
  • then you mustn't love me -
  • not at all.."
  • Taurus:
  • Where are you?” She asked.
  • “I have been searching all my life.”
  • “Stop looking for me,” Love replied, “and I will find you.
  • Gemini:
  • "Her heart is played like well worn strings,
  • In her eyes the sadness sings,
  • Of one who was destined of better things"
  • Cancer:
  • "I loved you more than love allowed"
  • Leo:
  • "Her bow is drawn to worlds of dark,
  • where arrows spring and miss their mark—
  • she'll turn their heads but not their hearts."
  • Virgo:
  • It was a question I had worn on my lips for days - like a loose thread on my favourite sweater I couldn't resist pulling - despite knowing it could all unravel around me.
  • "Do you love me?" I ask.
  • In your hesitation I found my answer.
  • Libra:
  • What is she like?
  • I was told—
  • she is a
  • melancholy soul.
  • She is like
  • the sun to the night;
  • a momentary gold.
  • A star when dimmed
  • by dawning light;
  • the flicker of
  • a candle blown.
  • A lonely kite
  • lost in flight—
  • someone once
  • had flown.
  • Scorpio:
  • What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude.
  • It was like being exhumed, I answered, and brought to life in a flash of brilliance.
  • What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy.
  • It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.
  • What was it like to lose him? Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded;
  • It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me—said all at once.
  • Sagittarius:
  • "Forget her tattered memories,
  • or the pages others took;
  • you are her ever after—
  • the hero of her book."
  • Capricorn:
  • "It's so dark right now, I can't see any light around me. That's because the light is coming from you. You can't see it but everyone else can."
  • Aquarius:
  • "To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon its hinges"
  • Pisces:
  • She lends her pen,
  • to thoughts of him,
  • that flow from it,
  • in her solitary.
  • For she is his poet,
  • And he is her poetry.

The term ‘movie magic’ typically refers to the technical brilliance of bringing dinosaurs to life onscreen or how Denzel Washington can make an entire theatre of men and women pregnant with a single knowing glance. But there’s a second type of movie magic that often goes overlooked: when movies are so good, we don’t notice when their characters’ plans’ make absolutely no sense.

All the great ones do this. In 'Return of the Jedi’, all of the main characters get captured attempting to break Han Solo out of Jabba’s palace, but it’s all good because that was seemingly their plan all along? Why wait to get captured when you can just drop in, lightsabers blazing, bust your dude out of the carbonite and smoke fools in an epic prison breakout? Seems like Luke wanted to fight the Rancor all along.

There’s a whole category of these where bad guys try to weaponize monsters. From the 'Alien’ series to 'Jurassic World’, it’s just a bad idea.

Christopher Nolan is a real magician when it comes to bad movie plans. 'The Dark Knight’, 'The Dark Knight Rises’, and 'The Prestige’ all have glaring examples of movie schemes that don’t hold up under an ounce of scrutiny.

THIS WEEK: Join Jack O'Brien, Michael Swaim, and David Christopher Bell as they discuss the failing of Nolan’s villains, why 'Westworld’ makes no sense, and how the dudes in 'Jaws’ had a bigger boat the whole damn time.

23 Convoluted Movie Schemes That Need A Second Look

The death of King George VI, on 6 February, 1952, brought to a close a life unsurpassed during the last thousand years of English history for quiet heroism and selfless devotion to the royal duties laid upon him. […] At the news of his passing there was sorrow everywhere for the loss, not only of a king, but of a brother; for in a quiet unique degree King George was at one with his people. No exceptional brilliance set him apart; while the happiness of his family life, the unaffected sincerity of his Christian faith, the friendliness and ready sympathy he showed to everyone, regardless of class or wealth, kindled in them a feeling of intimate fellowship. He was no remote potentate, but their brother King. And while they mourn, they thank God at every remembrance - Malcolm Thomson, The Life and Times of King George VI, 1895-1952.

A Father As I Know

In our lives exist
some irreplaceable people
One of them is a father.

Some prefer to call him dad
And other names too but he is still not mad 
Running around for majority of the times
To collect those ever precious dimes.

He has his better half called wife
With whom he tackles life’s unending strife
There are those unmentioned and unspoken sacrifices
That are hidden by him in those tiny moments like the crevices. 

His happiness and sadness are all attached to his children
And he’s a warrior ready to battle if they are threatened
He was young once when you were just a little baby
And as you grow up he grows older and his paunch may become bumpy.

He demands of your time like you have always demanded of his
And sharing a few tears and laughs are all to leave him pleased
When you stand today with all your confidence 
He knows he has done his job with brilliance.

Once it was you who filled his life with joy
And today he is happy by just seeing you enjoy
The love he has for you his child
Is just conveyed through a smile so mild.

He is a living legend if you might be wise enough to see
Who is ready to share his learnings of life with you with glee
He might want to see his reflections in you
But without the bad that he had and you never knew

Love him as much as you possibly can
Cause he will never ask you being that strong man
You’ve been dependent on him all your life for a lot of things
And now it’s you that he is dependent on for all his being.


A Father’s day poem, dedicated to all the fathers and all of us children!

Delicate Part 1/9

Originally posted by morefelton

Warnings: Swearing 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Y/N - Your name

A/N: Reader is brilliantly smart but has spent her life being exploited by anyone who finds out about it. She is recruited by Fury to come to the Avengers facility, but it may not be for the reason she thinks.

Not going to lie, I listened to the song Delicate by Damien Rice about a million times while writing this. Also the trailer for Gifted not only left me an emotional mess it also seems to have seeped it’s way a little into this story.

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anonymous asked:

What makes TeruMob appealing to you?

oh! well, hm. it fits several things that i like. 

first off, it’s sort of funny because it has the ONE dynamic of a really foul mouthed rotten blonde who becomes a complete starry eyed fanboy around the flat-faced object of their affections (whether platonic or otherwise). 

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I remember enjoying watching Bob Ross bring the wintry landscape off the canvas with his “happy trees.” Expressing happiness is the one important lesson my mother taught me when I was growing up. To be happy is not insincere or to suggest you are at all of a simple mindset. Rather it is the intention to bring joy and happiness into your life, to see the conflict and pain and choose to express the good. I think there is great beauty and even brilliance in choosing such a life for yourself!

Originally posted by eightbitferrets

I’m in love with New York. It matches my mood. I’m not overwhelmed. It is the suitable scene for my ever ever heightened life. I love the proportions, the amplitude, the brilliance, the polish, the solidity. I look up at Radio City insolently and love it. It’s all great, and Babylonian. Broadway at night. Cellophane. The newness. The vitality. True, it is only physical. But it’s inspiring. Just bring your own contents, and you create a sparkle of the highest power. I’m not moved, not speechless. I stand straight, tough and I meet the impact. I feel the glow and the dancing in everything. The radio music in the taxis, scientific magic, which can all be used lyrically. That’s my last word. Give New York to a poet. He can use it. It can be poetized. Or maybe that’s mania of mine, to poetize. I live lightly, smoothly, actively, ears or eyes wide open, alert, oiled! I feel the glow and the dancing in every thing and the tempo is like that of my blood. I’m at once beyond, over and in New York, tasting it fully.
—  Anaïs Nin
i am so sad about all the Tony let downs this year.

The world is full of so much diversity and brilliance. 

Modern life is not in just a tiny white and straight box. 

Hopefully, next year will highlight that brilliance rather than being afraid of pushing the barriers.