the skies are full of them

When they ask me how much I love you, I will tell them about the nights we cracked the skies, the way your lips were soft clouds and I kissed them even when they were full of rain.
I will tell them how our heavy breaths were thunder, how it was too beautiful to walk away from your rainstorm smile, the way thunder drips from your mouth.
You tell me I’m sunset, say I’m everywhere and some skies are just worth the fall and you hold me like you’re drowning in colours
When they ask, I will tell them about the lightning storms, every spark, every time you filled up my collarbones with lighter fluid, every time you touched me with flames.
I dare to say that somewhere the stars are watching and they’re cheering me on
The light pouring through the trees means they like who i’m dancing with.
—  Vivian

Here’s to the ones who are not brilliant. Here’s to the people who question the very purpose of their existence, like I do. To the ones who feel like they do not belong, to the ones who feel they were born in the wrong century, in the wrong galaxy. Those who are full of insecurities, worries, doubts and fears. Those who feel crippled with paranoia and trapped in a meant coated skeleton.

There are people like you and me, equally messed up, their souls equally complex and bruised.

They too spend Sunday afternoons gazing at clear blue skies, trying to connect to their real self, looking for something to free them, to save them, waiting for miracles while sipping coffee.

These people too are lost like you and me, their minds wandering aimlessly through forests and alleys, and places and countries,hoping to make sense of their own fucked up existence, hoping to be significant.

Trying desperately to love themselves with the self love they are told is the only cure, but failing miserably, horribly.

So, on those evenings when your body and soul seem like two separate entities, when you feel exiled from the home within your own heart. Know,I have been there too and it will be okay, it will get better.

It has to, right?

—  Kopal
Captive Nine (Part 2)

SUMMARY: You were held captive by Hydra for years and had only just escaped when the Avengers find you. You’re beyond terrified of everyone and everything around you, but the thing the terrifies you the most is yourself. The things you can do with your “abilities” are beyond what anyone could possibly imagine.

Chapters: 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4 ~ 5 ~ 6 ~ 7 ~ 8 ~ 9a

Word Count: 1,408
Warnings: Cuddling and arguments?? I hate these 

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The days grew shorter as winter came upon you, bringing grey skies with them, but it didn’t seem to make you feel anything but happiness while you were with the team. Christmas was heading your way at full speed! Only three more days until you would experience a Christmas without fear.

The team had decided to watch a classic Christmas movie called White Christmas with Bing Crosby… who you thought was very attractive, despite how short he looked. And somehow, you had fallen asleep with your head in Wanda’s lap, her fingers tangled in your hair, and Steve massaging your feet, while Bucky sat immobile under your torso. Crosby’s voice floated through your dreams, soothing you into a deep sleep.

But you were abruptly being pulled from your slumber, when someone shook your shoulder.

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2 years and 6 days ago, Kyle A Carrozza set forth a task upon me. He called it a ‘storyboard pre-test’, so he could gauge what level of skill I had (among other things) in creating a SHORT storyboard for a real cartoon. One month and one Luke-misunderstanding-his-instructions later, I emailed a PDF of a LONG storyboard, along with an MP4 animatic video I whipped together using images my pencil drawn storyboards along with audio of me performing all the character’s voices. Also, the episode had a SONG in it. That same day, Kyle showed that animatic video to his superiors at Cartoon Network, and that sparked the conversation which eventually led to them offering me the job as a storyboard revisionist, which eventually became a full storyboarder position, as well as me doing some writing and doing voices on the show. [The long version of the story can be read here: http://thegreatlukeski.tumblr.com/post/113529647755/luke-ski-goes-to-hollywood]


Today on Cartoon Network, the final actual for reals-cartoon episode based on that original hand-drawn-on-paper storyboard, titled “Gotta Get Grup To Get Down”, airs on television. 


The outline was written based on my original work by Kyle and Richard Pursel, and was storyboarded by Zoë Moss doing the first half, and myself doing the second half. (The point at which Witch Way arrives is where my half starts.) Richard and Zoe added an opening act to the story because my version’s was much too short. Part of the point of this story was try to work in as many of the show’s regular recurring characters in the story as possible, making it a treasure trove of fun for all the fans who have been following along during the whole run of every version of “Mighty MagiSwords” released thus far. So keep your ears open for the voices of myself, Kyle, Grey Griffin, Eric Bauza, Mary Faber, Arin Hanson, Lindsay Smith, Doug Lawrence, Candyce Milo, and Phil Lamaar.


I hope you’ll all join me in watching this show today, or DVRing it or watching it in some other soon-to-be-available digital capacity soon after it airs. Today is a day of joy for me, because, in the terms of 'Luke creates something consumed by the masses’, this is the greatest creative achievement of my entire life. I am confident there will be more similar things to come in my future, but this particular thing is special. For me, this is the shot heard 'round the world that, yes, Luke Ski can and will do stuff like this. This is the culmination of a dream of mine that started in grade school. It got sidetracked for 20 years while I was becoming a big fish in the much-smaller-than-it-deserves-to-be pond of comedy music fandom, but when the opportunity presented itself to become a part of a animated comedy show for television, I went for it and I succeeded. And this episode of “Mighty Magiswords” is my golden shiny symbol of that success.


So, this ain’t no ordinary 'Here goes Luke talking about how frakking great he is yakety shmakety bla bla bla’. This is something I’ve waited my whole life for. Today is a happy day. I hope you all will join me in that happiness. Thanks so much to everyone I already mentioned in this message, to Keith Fay, Rebecca Himot, Tramm Wigzell, Ken Mitchroney and everyone on the staff who has been there for me and believes in me. Thanks so much to my friends and my family who have been so supportive during the past 2 years, know that I love you all more than I can possibly express.


The Warrior family motto is “In the name of the Warrior, no matter what happens, don’t blow it.” I can confidently say that this time, I didn’t blow it. So in conclusion, I will leave you with the wise words of Grup, “Yaaay!”


~ Luke Ski,

storyboarder, writer, and voice-over actor

on “Mighty Magiswords” at Cartoon Network Studios

Hogwarts Houses as Skies
  • Gryffindor: a sunset, blazing in glory with the memory of the day still fresh. Intense colours and dramatic contrast cover the horizon.
  • Slytherin: a clear, cold, cloudless, starry sky. Gazing up inspires an urge to reach out, test the boundaries, push the limits. How far can it go? It seems endless in this moment.
  • Ravenclaw: some storm, for each is unique. They occur where they will, and stay until they are finished. Each is beautiful, if people can take the time to truly see them.
  • Hufflepuff: a sunrise, full of eternal potential for anything at all. Gently arriving, but leaving the world bathed in light and ready for the day.
Here’s to the ones who are not brilliant. Here’s to the people who question the very purpose of their existence, like I do. To the ones who feel like they do not belong, to the ones who feel they were born in the wrong century, in the wrong galaxy. Those who are full of insecurities, worries, doubts and fears. Those who feel crippled with paranoia and trapped in a meant coated skeleton. There are people like you and me, equally messed up, their souls equally complex and bruised. They too spend Sunday afternoons gazing at clear blue skies, trying to connect to their real self, looking for something to free them, to save them, waiting for miracles while sipping coffee. These people too are lost like you and me, their minds wandering aimlessly through forests and alleys, and places and countries, hoping to make sense of their own existence, hoping to be significant. Trying desperately to love themselves with the self-love they are told is the only cure, but failing miserably, horribly. So, on those evenings when your body and soul seem like two separate entities, when you feel exiled from the home within your own heart. Know, I have been there too and it will be okay, it will get better. It has to, right?
—  Kopal

Kara,

If you’re mine, if you belong to me with all the fierce loyalty you claim: isn’t it time you called me by my name?

This scoop I’m giving you is one to be shared between friends. No other journalist will hear even a whisper before it’s announced in three days.

Can you keep a secret, Kara?

I’ve been meeting with the President. Olivia has become something of a personal friend, even if she’s a little more obsessed with Supergirl than is seemly for a woman in her position. There’s a new role in government that needs to be filled. While the Secretary of State has their hands full with all the countries on Earth, someone has to start thinking beyond our little globe.

This country has become a home to countless people from other planets, and the beacon that draws them here shows no sign of turning off. Someone has to shape the message that aliens are welcome here, that we need to open our borders, our skies and our hearts. Someone has to oversee the until-now shadowy organizations that deal with all matters alien.

That’s right, your pen pal is about to be named Secretary of Alien Affairs.

There’s going to be a lot of scrutiny - and resistance - but I can finally find out the whole truth about departments I’ve only heard conspiracies about. Have you heard of the DEO? I suspect you have. They’ll now be reporting to me.

Change is coming, and yet again I’ll be leading the charge.

What do you think? Despite your sometimes meandering delivery, I do value your thoughts, Kara.

Now it’s my turn to be fond,

Charming eyes, murderous looks.
Sensual voice, curse words.
Broken finger, moved mountains.
Long legs, short tempered.
Fragile body, strong heart.
Somebody’s everyday wish, somebody’s terror.
She was an irony, still unloved.
She wasn’t like others, yet their friends.
Her nights were dark, her soul even darker.
She played with words, burned them in fire.
On nights of full moon, reaffirmed her aura.
Magic in her hands, futile wishes on her mind. 
Deep hidden secrets of the living bodies, friends with the walking dead.
She was she, who we never knew, a witch on her craft, on her broom, unafraid of you.
—  BINI //witchcraft

Hacker Kim Taehyung.

“Everything is connected” .”The three lettered sentence written on the agency’s secret service big screen.Fear filled their veins as they knew the famous hacker mastermind had found them.He went by many names but everyone called him Silver King”.

With just a press of a button the entire city went dark.A next set of words appeared on the screen.

“Shall we play a game?”

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A/N: Hope you all love it! :D.Happy Birthday to Taehyung~. 

-Skies

Just One Dance?

Art By: @xla-hainex

More about Sentinel Nathaniel Owen

As the sun sets over the Commonwealth, the cloudy skies turn into a soft grey. The music from Diamond City Radio swells over and around the crowd. Soldiers from the Brotherhood of Steel on leave, crowd the landing pads of the Boston Airport for the yearly Holiday Party.

Nate, with a full glass of whiskey in each hand, wades through the crowd greeting every soldier he sees.

Glasses clink between brothers, between sisters, between friendships, between rivalries. Camaraderie spreads like wildfire as each soldier cheers to the next, embracing the year ahead of them. Stories are shared. Past victories celebrated, sacrifices mourned, and peace enjoyed. Boisterous laughter and drunken cries of celebration drown out the music.

“There he is!” A group of men and women scream out, “Only the best pilot in the Commonwealth.”

Nate takes a shallow bow before taking a shot of whiskey. “Now, now. There’s no need to brag about completely true and honest facts.” Nate raises his final glass, “To future victories…” he pauses. “Because we are too busy getting drunk in the present.”

The music softens and slows as the moon begins to appear in the sky. The last remaining rays of sunlight illuminate the clouds in a spectrum of orange and purple. A peaceful ambience settles over the remaining soldiers as conversations begin to lull.

Nate scans the crowds for any remaining pilots, but none are to be seen. I guess they all headed back to the barracks for the night. He contemplates to himself. Continuing to scan the remains of the crowd, Arthur catches his gaze. Nate smiles as his eyes begin to widen. Arthur looks his way and their eyes meet; Nate sits upright on the edge of his seat, when suddenly a realization came over him. We can’t, not here. It wouldn’t be right.

All Nate wanted to do was to be with Arthur, to hug him and hold his hand. He wanted to not have to hide the fact he was in a relationship with the Elder. What would people think? He wondered. The Elder and Second in Command? Together? People would talk, they’d speculate. Nate slumps back into his chair and takes a second shot of whiskey.

Disgruntled, Nate slams his glass down onto the table. He sees Arthur slowly making his way through the crowd towards him, his face plagued with what appears to be anxiety. Instinctively Nate rises to his feet to greet a superior officer.

Arthur finally approaches Nate. “Elder? Is everything alright?” Nate asks concerned.

Arthur tenderly grasps Nate’s hand, “Just once… one dance?”

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When they ask me how much I love you, I will tell them about the nights we cracked the skies, the way your lips were soft clouds and I kissed them even when they were full of rain.
I will tell them how our heavy breaths were thunder, how it was too beautiful to walk away from your rainstorm smile, the way thunder drips from your mouth.
You tell me I’m sunset, say I’m everywhere and some skies are just worth the fall and you hold me like you’re drowning in colours
When they ask, I will tell them about the lightning storms, every spark, every time you filled up my collarbones with lighter fluid, every time you touched me with flames.
I dare to say that somewhere the stars are watching and they’re cheering me on
The light pouring through the trees means they like who i’m dancing with
—  vivi

Atlas’ body aches so much
And he doesn’t understand,
Why hold up the sky when the people
Are in as much pain as him?

He has endured
Feeling the tragedies,
That cause his countless bruises,
And the crushing weight
Of our sorrow filled souls.
So maybe one day
We might get it right.

He wishes he had picked a different side
When the heavens clashed
Because nothing feels worse
Than feeling our hearts get heavier
With every bomb and bullet.

The skies lay shattered
at Atlas’ feet.
He smashed them
With full force
To put everyone out of their misery.
Including himself.

He rolls his shoulders
And straightens his knees
He has never felt ease this blissful.
He will relish in it for eternity.

Yes, this world was beautiful
But beauty is not goodness.
This world ruined him,
But he pitied us
So he burnt us down
To rebuild again.

—  Atlas (j.m.l)

Best Friends Min Yoongi & Park Jimin  As Star Keepers

“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves”-William Shakespeare

“Star Keepers are keepers of stars, they look after them .repair them  and watch them live and burn out”.

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A/N:I really love how this turned out ahhhhhhh so pretty ;A;

-Skies

Coffee-as-big-as-my-face: ✔

Those damn guinea hens almost caused me to get rear-ended this morning. The full huge flock of them was in the road and the person behind me wasn’t paying attention. 😑 Small heart attack experienced: ✔

I haven’t even looked at the news yet this morning. Probably best to at least have this coffee first. At least I was here early which means I get to leave early. Yesterday was a spectacular outdoor day and I need a lot more of that: sunshine and blue skies…✔

Galen Erso chooses Bodhi Rook because he smiles. It’s a rare sight these days, even rarer from those that the Empire has taken everything from. But Bodhi, Bodhi grins, he hopes, he believes and Galen sees that rare sight and knows he can make use of it.

His skin is soft and his body warm and he talks a thousand miles a minute. Fingers that grip and dig and explore like Galen’s body is a whole new adventure, a whole new flight path Bodhi’s eager to explore; making Galen feel like a human being again, making him feel like more than Krennic’s puppet.

He hasn’t loved anyone since Lyra. Since Jyn. Thinking himself no longer capable. He’s not even sure he can open himself up to those kind of feelings anymore, but Bodhi reminds him of them. Of Jyn at her best, curious and determined and full of the promise of something good. Stardust trailing the skies and leaving sparks of life in its path waiting to be nurtured.

Bodhi grins and starlight dances in his eyes. Bodhi grins and Galen sees hope. Galen sees a chance. Gripping the back of Bodhi’s neck as he presses their foreheads together. As he tells him to trust in the force. As he grips his hands and whispers his secrets and tells him to run with nothing but the swiftest kiss pressed to his forehead.

Black hair of midnight skies,
and stars for eyes instead of halos,
the fallen angels walk among
the night clubs.
Hands up, wave them about,
the Devil is here,
the party has only just started.
Cherry lips rich and full of sin,
we worship the Gods in ourselves,
we are fallen and fruit is ours.
All hail the Devil and his kin,
he knows how to throw a sinful party.
—  Devil is in the club - ck

Jungkook as Haku. (Insp.Spirited Away The Movie)

“Once you’ve met someone you never really forget them. It just takes a while for your memories to return.” - Zeniba “Spirited Away”

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A/N:That one time Jungkook said he wanted to be Haku XDDD.Anyway hope you all like this one! and if you havent seen the movie you missing out my friend please watch it.

-Skies

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These guys did so many beautiful things for their teams…I have a big respect for them! They showed us how to truly love and value every moment of our lives! Hats off to all of them! ✋ Even if I like Schlieri the most …even if he is the hero for me…I really respect every single ski jumper! Everyone is special in his own way…they all are hard-working, humble and full of passion! They all should be appreciated and respected because it’s not easy to be a flying eagle! 🙄🙄
I chose these two pics because these podiums were the best for me…these five men are the greatest..they are my favs from each team! But…as I said…there are many more amazing ski jumpers…I mean…all of them…they deserve our appreciation!!