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

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 
  • Happy 34th Birthday Mamoru Miyano~

I  can’t find the right words to express how much I love and adore you. You’ve brought countless characters to life, and have charmed countless others with your brilliance and charisma, and the Mamo flair that ONLY YOU have. 

I hope one day I can tell you in person how special you are to me. Until then, wishing you from the depths of my heart, much happiness, success, and love for all the years of your life. You bring smiles to so many, I only hope and pray that you get the same…and a whole lot more.

           🎉🎈🎊 HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMO-KUN! 🎉🎈🎊

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


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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?”


“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)

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Squeeze In

He ran to find her, Jack and Bitty close behind.  All Shitty wanted was to see Lardo, be the first to congratulate her, to say, “I’m so proud.  You’re ‘swawesome.  I adore you!”  

Shitty parts the crowd like the Red Sea, when he finds her.  She smiles and waits, all brilliance and light… and for the first time in his life Shitty Knight is too shy to say what he really wants to say.

So he yells, “Squeeze in!” and takes a selfie with the most important people in his world.  

Lardo’s tease (“You nerd.”) makes him blush.  She knows.

[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.
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.

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

Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure.
—  Oliver Sacks (a professor of neurology at the New York University School of Medicine, and the author of many books, including “Awakenings” and “The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat.”)

with the release of Moira and the information we have about her character, i’m now more curious as to her involvements with characters stories. i had a discussion with my good friend @katzcratch about her as a character so here are a few loose questions:

Moira O’Deorain is described as a geneticist who has little regard for ethics, especially in the experimental stage of her research. 

  • is it possible she was the reason Genji is more weapon than human? perhaps she convinced Blackwatch to transform Genji more into a weapon for them as opposed to recovering his body as a human again? 
    • Mercy was known for her brilliance in nano biotechnology, healing, and life-threatening illnesses – not necessarily genetics. perhaps the two never saw eye-to-eye, and because of this, Mercy disliked the advancement of his treatment? 
      • what if the original plan was to recover him with slight body enhancements, as he agreed to work for Overwatch, but Moira contorted the original goal?
  • is it possible that Moira is the reason Widowmaker is the way she is?
    • since she is known for questionable procedures and experiments, perhaps she has something to do with the extremity of Widowmaker’s low heart rate, eye color, and skin color.
    • Widowmaker was designed, and made, to be Talon’s best, emotionless sniper. Moira might have come into play – seeing Talon’s goal for a perfect sniper could be an excellent means for experimentation for her medical expertise.
  • is it possible she gave Gabriel his abilities / turned him into Reaper? Gabriel has his smoke / wraith effect on his being as presented in her Origin Story. could it be she gave him his abilities? or bringing out abilities he had before her experimentation?
    • his expression appears surprised – possibly even frightened – when viewing him on her table. as the video continues, you see before that his body is fine, but then slowly shows the shadow effects on him – what did she do to draw him out?

“Be calm…calm as a calm lagoon, then you will look beautiful as a beautiful calm lagoon crowned by the Moon and sheltered by the brilliance of the stars reclaiming your royalty of regal life…”
― Oksana Rus

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 kind of fae do you think the paladins would be?

i like you, anon. technically these aren’t all fae, but they’re Celtic mythical beings, so without further ado here’s Voltron Faery AU bc I don’t have enough supernatural AU’s already…. (absolute sarcasm) but who am i kidding i love it.

Shiro: Gancanagh 

ok listen I really tried to resist the temptation to make poor Shiro this, but just like the gancanagh, it’s irresistible, because HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN LOL. Literally translating to “love talker,” the gancanagh is a powerful male faery which is a bit like an incubus, but uh…worse. Worse how, you ask? 

Well. The gancanagh is much prettier than an incubus, for starters, and able to listen in on all of a woman’s desires in order to match his form to her ideal. Found skulking around the countryside in upper-class finery, he enchants hapless maidens with sweet words, until they give in and touch him - and they are literally doomed by a single touch, because gancanagh skin contains a toxin that renders their victims absolutely addicted to them and completely bound to their wills until they discard them and drive them insane/to death from heartbreak. Before that happens, though, the gancanagh has his fun with the woman as much as he likes, which is usually a lot; often in scandalously public locales, where she behaves like a harlot towards him while he appears as an ordinary stranger, confusing and horrifying all who know her.

Keith: Changeling 

a faery child left in the place of a stolen human child. Often this was used to explain ‘strange’ babies with deformities, startling/different features, or learning disorders. Changelings were said to have dark eyes that betrayed their true age and wisdom, and were often considered malevolent, bringing bad luck into households, using their dark magic to bring misfortune upon the family. They were either very ugly or very beautiful and put humans ill at ease because of their apparent lack of emotion or interest in human affairs; they are aloof and ill-tempered. However, they often have musical talent and take up an instrument if they survive long enough in the human world to do so.

Lance: Merrow 

the Irish merfolk, bc ofc he is. They were said to be very benevolent, charming, modest and affectionate, capable of attachment and companionship with humans. It is believed that they wore caps or capes that would allow them to live underwater, and taking a cap/cape of a merrow would render them unable to return to the sea. Merrow, unlike regular mermaids, were also capable of “shedding” their skin to become more beautiful beings. They also like to sing.

Hunk: Faoladh 

the Irish werewolf! Irish werewolves are quite different from their English counterparts because they were not seen as cursed and could shift into wolf form at will, rather than at the mercy of the moon. They were generally benevolent and acted as the guardians and protectors of children, wounded men, and lost people. Faoladh also often served kings as their kind of personal guard in myths.

Pidge: Pooka 

Also called a púca, these are the chaotic neutral creatures of the Irish mythos world. They were known to rot fruit but also offer great advice. They are primarily shapeshifters, taking a variety of forms both scary as heck and very pretty. The forms they took were always said to be dark in color with golden eyes, and included horses, cats, ravens, rabbits, foxes, goats, and dogs. Púcas are partial to equine forms and have been known to entice riders onto their back for a wild but friendly romp, unlike the Kelpie, which just eats its riders after drowning them. They can take human form but always retain some animal characteristics i.e. rabbit ears or a cat tail. They have the power of human speech in every form.

Allura: Leanan sídhe

An exceptionally beautiful female faery who takes a human lover, often a struggling artist. She provides them with inspiration and talent and becomes the best muse they could ever ask for in exchange for their love and devotion to her. She leads them to achieve greatness, only to eventually drive them mad and into an early grave, however she is not considered a malevolent fae because artists are so self-destructive by nature as it is, and she is more of an empath than a villain. She wishes to experience emotional depth that she cannot find among other fae, and the artist wishes to find brilliance and meaning in their life, however short that life might be. 

Coran: Leprechaun 

I’m not sorry. Leprechauns are frequently drunk and the self-appointed guardians of ancient treasure. They tend to avoid greedy or foolish humans, but if caught, will try to bribe their way out of it with a gold coin which will turn to ash as soon as the leprechaun is freed. They also make shoes. Probably magical shoes?

You don’t set me on fire

When you touch me

It feels like a breath

A whisper

It does not burn

It feels like the ocean


At my feet

Our bodies moving together

The urgency of loving you

Spread inside my skin

Like the yawn of necessity

Always in my mind

This yearning for proximity

The need of finding

A place

To unravel

In the nape of your neck

The need of scooping up

Tendrils of your innocence

On my tongue

I learnt the topography

Of you



Then relearned

I will always keep learning

The way you unfurl yourself

And gather me up

Within these sheets

Makes the universe


I found myself


Quite wondrously

A knot coming undone

But the point of me


With life

You light me up


The brilliance of a thousand stars

Swirling in my belly

Quenched of the fire

I was born with

– Safia Habib