the sun is behind me

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breathtaking 🌅

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Sense8 | You Want a War?

I have an idea.

IN THE WORDS OF SAPPHO:
“Sweet mother, I cannot weave. Slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl.”

A girl whose nose crinkles when she laughs, whose brown eyes gleam in the sun.

She smiles into kisses and hugs me from behind.
She likes to dance.
She’s not too good at it, but she looks so beautiful when she tilts her head back and giggles at her movements that I love to watch her anyway.

She is sunflowers, lazy mornings, reading books aloud.
She is boardwalks with too big a sweatshirt pulled over her bikini, watching the sunset, hair pulled sloppily into a bun, a mess of half-dry hair.

She is mine.

Sweet mother,
“Sweet mother, I cannot weave. Slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl.”

—  O.R.E. {how did I get this lucky to hold her in my arms}
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This was one of my favorite scenes from Undertale, so since I’m in a creative slump, I decided to rip the dialogue straight from the game and make a comic out of it to get back into an art groove. There are spoilers.

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Dear future lover,

I don’t care about what’s between your thighs

I don’t care about what others think of you.

I only care for what’s inside your ribcage
Because your heart is what I fell for.

But that’s not all I fell for.

I fell for your smile,
your unconditional kindness.

You’ll forgive someone a million times even when they don’t deserve it.

You overplay Mac demarco songs because we both love the nostalgic feel his music gives us.

You always pause before kissing me because you want to admire every strand of color in my eyes.

You tell me how beautiful I am when the sun creates a hair light behind me.

You’re always slow with everything, and that’s never bad.

Because you cherish everything.

You’re all I’ve ever wanted to have.
Русский - Russian Music Masterpost

A little starting point for anyone who is looking for some new russian music, either for an immersion aspect or otherwise! Hopefully this helps :) 

*  Marks my personal favourites at the time of making this list

A link on an artist’s name will bring you to their wikipedia page. Likewise, there are outgoing links to youtube videos of any song title that you click on.

SOLO ARTISTS:

Полина Гагарина - Polina Gagarina

НЮША - NYUSHA

Григорий Лепс - Grigory Leps

Стас Пьеха - Stas Piekha

Слава - Slava

Ёлка - Elka 


GROUPS AND BANDS

Винтаж - Vintage

ТАТУ - t.A.T.u

Ария - Aria

Кипелов - Kipelov

Кино - Kino (and Виктор Цой)

Потап и Настя - Potap and Nastya

ДДТ - DDT

Наутилус Помпилиус - Nautilus Pompilius


I apologize if I have missed one of your favourite artists or songs, you are always welcome to add to this list! 

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On this day in music history: June 28, 1974 - “Caribou”, the eighth studio album by Elton John is released. Produced by Gus Dudgeon, it is recorded at the Caribou Ranch in Nederland, CO and Brother Studios in Santa Monica, CA in January 1974. Completed in just nine days prior to starting a tour of Japan, it features some of John’s best known and most performed material. Producer Gus Dudgeon completes Elton’s background vocals on several songs, when the artist isn’t available to sing them himself. The album features additional musical support from guest musicians such as The Tower Of Power Horns, Dusty Springfield, Toni Tennille, and Billy Hinsche. The album spins off the top five hits “Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me” (#2 Pop) (featuring Beach Boys Carl Wilson and Bruce Johnston on background vocals) and “The Bitch Is Back” (#4 Pop). In 1995, an expanded CD reissue is released including four tracks recorded during the sessions including his cover of “Pinball Wizard” (from the film version of The Who’s “Tommy”), “Sick City” (the non-LP B-side of “Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me”), and the holiday single “Step Into Christmas”. Elton scores a number pop single with “Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me” in 1992, re-recording it as a live duet with George Michael. The profits raised from the sales of the second version are donated to the Elton John AIDS Foundation. “Caribou” spends four weeks at number one on the Billboard Top 200, and is certified 2x Platinum in the US by the RIAA.

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2-13-17 // Earlier, I was catching Pokemon at the cemetery (yes, I still play Pokemon GO) but I had to stop and take a picture of these sun rays coming out from behind the clouds. It looks so majestic to me.

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And these photos were taken… at sunset…

This is why we can’t have nice things.

swallowedsong  asked:

I didn’t know you snored until a half hour ago but i’m staring at the ceiling fighting the urge to kick you

I’m finally getting back to these bed-sharing prompts! And because writing the last Friends to Lovers with no pining was so fun, here’s another one. ;) (3000 ish words - Rated M, obviously) AO3


“You sure you’re okay with this, Swan?”

“Yeah, no big deal.” Quickly walking past Killian and their one full size bed on her way to the bathroom, she hopes the nonchalance in her voice sounded believable.

It had been a great day. A seriously great day. In what had been an uncharacteristically impulsive decision, Emma had taken Killian up on his offer to come out here with him during Spring Break. She had been just as curious to see the Grand Canyon as to see what it would be like to hang out with her fellow professor outside of the stuffy confines of their day to day life. They’d started out a bit like oil and water when they had first met, his bad boy reputation and constant flirting the exact opposite of her favorite thing. But man, was he persistent. After a few months of sharing an office he’d somehow weaseled his way past a few of her defenses, giving him a well-earned spot on her friend list, a list with very few names. There were other times though, like earlier tonight, with the two of them lying close together beneath a breathtaking blanket of stars, that she wondered if his name was getting closer to finding its way to another list, one she thought she had closed off for new members long ago.

So yeah, she’s perfectly fine sharing a too small bed with Killian Jones, because that isn’t going to be complicated or uncomfortable…not at all. Curse these tiny cabins. As she brushes her teeth she stares at herself in the mirror, taking in the bit of pink on her cheeks from their hours spent hiking in the sun, remembering how they had ached from smiling and laughing at the man on the other side of the bathroom door. God, it really has been a great day. She hopes she doesn’t somehow ruin it by acting weird now. It’s been years since she’s shared a bed with a man for anything other than sex - and sleeping together after that, nope, not on the table. So the idea of just the sleeping is a bit terrifying, even if there isn’t going to be any sex.

There isn’t right?

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I Got You Part 1

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam

Summary:  Sam and Dean rescue reader from captivity.  Who held her captive?  Why?

Word Count:  1484

Warnings:  Violence (alluded to)

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.  Tags are at the bottom. There’s still room on my Forever Tags.  Add yourself here.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

I Got You Part 1

The room is dank and musty, the mattress stained. It’s hard as a rock and has a distinct, yet unidentifiable odor, but it’s infinitely better than the floor. It’s been difficult to keep track of time in this cell, but it’s a fruitless endeavor with no windows and no regular meals to help you chart the beginning and end of a day.  

Your stomach rumbles in protest, it’s been empty for what seems like an eternity. Meals were coming at least once a day as far as you could tell, but nothing today. You ration the small amount of water that you’ve been given carefully. It seems as if maybe you’ve been abandoned or forgotten, but most likely the deprivation is a new form of torture.

The dim light bulb that flickers intermittently overhead illuminates the bruises that speckle your body. The oldest marks have faded from purplish-blue to a mottled green. The colors of your skin map a timeline of sorts, the older bruises indicating that it’s been a week at least in the hellish prison. There’s a particularly gnarly gash along your calf from a dull blade and at least two of your ribs are broken. Walking your fingers along your jawline, you touch the tender skin. Your lower lip has been split open and hurts like a bitch. Honestly, you’ve been worse, all things considered.

Still, you don’t know why you’re here. Monsters - monsters you can deal with. It’s humans that are fucking scary.

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➳ For the first time in three days the weather cleared enough for us to see the night sky being lit up by the midnight sun. Meanwhile I listened to the small town fall asleep behind me as I walked along the waters edge. I really can’t wait to be among giants like these again.

Remedy

A/N: I wrote this one before I even started this blog and decided to post it for y’all. It’s in Bucky’s perspective, which I’ve never posted in beforeeee, so I hope you like it? (It’s like a year old yikes) It’s still a bucky x reader, just not in the readers pov. so yah.

Warnings: Cussing, a little tiny bit of smut, and I think that’s it. 

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“Harder!” Stark yelled, causing me to groan. “I’m punching as hard as I fucking can, it’s unfair that you’re using your glove!” 

“Bucky, your arm is metal. You should be able to punch a hole through the damn thing.” Tony was showing absolutely no mercy today, and I couldn’t fucking stand it. Everything about him annoyed the hell out of me, and the fact that we were paired for training just frustrated me even more. 

I clenched my fist as tightly as I could and swung forward with as much force as I could muster, sending the punching bag off of the chains that held it to the ceiling and taking Tony down with it. 

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Even though he still hadn’t really seen it, he was more sure this time that it was real. Something about the shape of it had been different than most spirits, and he now realized why that was- it wasn’t a spirit at all. It was someone’s aura.

The aura of someone who was watching Reigen.

(or: an interim between parts. In which Reigen learns things about himself, and meets someone new.)

the third part in the but all the void behind my teeth series, (or, as you might know it, a sequel to symbiosis)! this one is called interim, and as the name implies, it’s an interim between big canon beats… although i don’t know if it could really be considered a breather. this part is kind of heavy, so please be careful about the following warnings: body horror, body dysphoria, dissociation, self destructive behavior, and disordered eating. 

if you like reading about the feeling of growing unease, people dealing with the reality of being a cryptid, and general paranoia, check it out! it’s pretty good.

Because loving you, makes me feel alive. Because you are the one who saw me when I was invisible. Because you where the only one who talked to me that first day. You loved me from that first day. And I wasn’t able to see it. I know I didn’t love you back then but I ’ve always felt this deep connection and love for you. At first I was looking to you as a friend. And the truth is, that if I could choose anyone to be my best friend, I would choose you. Because you made me smile. You made me believe in myself again. You were trying to catch my attention. You were funny. And smart. And cute. And weird. And sensitive. I had never met anyone like you before. You were so different, you made me break my rules day by day. I was strict with myself and then, I was watching me change. I started to laugh. I started to feel. I cared so much about you and I didn’t know why. I wanted to help you to believe in yourself and don’t be afraid to show who you are. But instead, I guess, it was you who taught me all these things. You were the one who helped me be happier. And do things I could ever thought I would. I was a caterpillar in cocoon and you helped me turn into butterfly. I was born again. I saw beauty everywhere. Remember that day? When that cat scared you? I am happy she did because this cat is our secret connection. I love cats and I told you. And I know that that time in biology class, when you mentioned something about cats, it was for me. Because you can feel this connection, too. And now, everytime I look at my cats, or see other cats, they remind me of you. They will always remind me of you. I hope you can feel it, too. I think I love you more and more everyday. Although I don’t see you and we don’t talk and we have about eighty five days until we both meet again, I love you more. I can feel you soul beside mine. And it feels so good. Dreaming that I will hear your heartbeat one day, while you hug me tight. Like that day? Remember? When I was so afraid because you had a girlfriend and I was in love with someone else but I knew, deep inside, that you loved me. And I was afraid. Because you were hugging me so tight that I couldn’t move. And I didn’t want to, because you could think I didn’t want you to hug me. And I was afraid to hug you, too. But I wanted you. I really wanted you. Because even though I wasn’t in love with you, I always loved you and I wanted you as a friend. And I needed your hug more than anything. Because it was the first time someone hugged me. Someone who cared. Because I knew you did. I knew you loved me. And I know this isn’t right to tell or think or need this love when I couldn’t love you back, but I wanted someone to care. And you did. Although you ’ve always been too afraid and shy to admit it. And I am sorry if I hurt you. If I made you feel that I loved you too, back then. But it wasn’t until I almost die from depression and bad toughts and a love disappointment that I realised that you are the sun behind the clouds. That loves me, no matter what. That has this bright face and smile when he looks at me. And this sparkle in the eyes. And that I loved you, too. Very, very much. In a way that scared me at first. I was trying to pick up the broken pieces of my heart and out of nowhere, just like that, you appeared in my life. Again. You were the most unexpected person, the most unexpected time. And that’s why I was afraid. Because I wasn’t ready to understand this love. It was a weird feeling for me because it didn’t look like the others. I didn’t love you passionately, but deeply, truly, in a calm but also crazy way. And I was afraid. That’s why I did so many mistakes. Basically, we both did. But maybe it’s better this way. Because we weren’t ready for that and if we had something, we would destroyed it. We almost did. But I have faith. I know we ’re not over yet. Because I love you. Very, very much. And I will wait. I will wait until you are ready. Until we both are ready. Until the timing is right. Because, by the way I see it, my love for you grows day by day. As someone once said “Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it inflames the great.” That’s how I know it’s true love. Because it’s you, it’s always you. It’s gonna be a long summer. 85 days to see you again. But in 85 days I will love you more than I love you now. So I hope you are okay.
Bye for now,
The girl who looked at you as a friend, until she realised that she loved you
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moonstone-girl

To the one I love, 85 days left