this is one of her many talents

askbongtan  asked:

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anonymous asked:

I feel that SJMaas tried to follow the Harry Potter and Game of Thrones patterns when it came to the battles and Feyre (aka Daenerys) but she lacked that actual talent to give a similar pay off. Do you think these were the universes where she got inspiration for creating her own heroes and worlds? There are many similarities.

Yeah there are many parallels and influences from those works into SJM’s books but in a very choppy amateur way. I think she did aim (especially for acowar) the big epic conclusion and this must be one of the reasons she tried to create such a big book. She could have omitted at least 200 pages at best but she wanted to go for the epic blast for her the last book of the acotar trilogy. Unfortunately it was a mess even though it had its moments.

And although I do see the similarities you mention in this ask (and I have pointed them out before in previous posts and comments) do you know what else Sarah’s books remind me? Especially the whole Rhysand/Feyre premise and the powers and the settings and the universe and the royalty and the epic love that transcends death and all?

Sailor Moon. Endymion/Rhysand and Serenity/Feyre and everything that comes along.

I kid you not they do! And no one can tell me otherwise.

not my art/pics/gifs

he’s the beauty; she’s the beast

so i’m sure the remake of a timeless classic that disney is about to roll out is going to be great and all

but here’s another way we could do things:

he’s the beauty

she’s the beast

for a movie who’s central theme is inner beauty, it doesn’t really do anything to support that, you know? so how about this: adam, our prince turned beast, isn’t an inhospitable monster. because this back story doesn’t make any sense – why is the young prince of this land alone, in a castle, only to be caught unaware by a witch?

so how about this – this is pseudo france, right, so these royals do what their real life counterparts did. they flee. the cruel, greedy king and queen flee and leave their young son behind with their staff. their son who is kind and soft hearted and totally unfit to rule any kingdom (never mind that they’re literally running away from their own people). not only that – they trade their son for their freedom, trade their kingdom for their freedom. to the witch.

so the witch comes, and she doesn’t disguise herself as a crone, goes to him looking as lovely and young as her magic keeps her. but our prince adam has a talent, one many cast-aside, neglected children have developed – the ability to see people for who they really are, and he knows this is no kind young woman in need of his help. he refuses to let her in – and there’s this little twist to the magic, that she can only enter the palace grounds and claim her prize if she’s welcomed in a as a guest, and he, the young master of this castle, won’t let her in.

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So I’ve been overwhelmed by the black panther comicon appearance and I’ve been dwelling on how revolutionary the black panther movie is going to be, what it’s going to mean to countless people when this movie comes out and how long we still have to go, So I decided to put this short photoset together to illustrate exactly how big of a deal it is and how it is bigger than one person.

it’s so bittersweet because when I was younger (especially growing up where I did, a black kid in Finland) I really wished I had more access to imagery and media that reflected who I was because it would have made my life radically different for the better and I wouldn’t be at 26 (STILL) doing damage control but on the flipside, I’m so in awe of all of the beautiful talent in 2016 that younger black kids are able to see and be inspired by.

I think I was like 4 years old when I conciously picked up race and color via watching Disney’s “Aladdin” and I noticed how Jafar, the evil royal guards etc the villains were more ethnic looking or a shade darker than the “good” characters.

it’s insidious because you’re seeing something but at age 4, you don’t have the comprehension skill or knowledge to break it down and see it for what it is (Colorism, Societal bias against black people which is rooted in centuries of white supremacist doctrine, society associates things that are dark/darker colors with evil, danger, ugliness, dirt etc) and reject it.

so you pick it up and see it on a surface level and you think to yourself “well darker must mean ugly, criminal and less human”…then what happens when you look at yourself in the mirror and find out that you are black?


  how is that going to impact how you see yourself?

and guess what? if a 4 year old black kid can pick that up and internalize that about him/her/themselves….then a white kid can sponge up the same language and imagery that dehumanizes black people too (subconciously/conciously)…what happens when when these people grow up? become teachers, doctors, law enforcement etc? what kind of impact is that going to have?

I’m going off on a tangent and that’s just one personal example but society does that on a global grand scale and it is largely unchecked.

but honestly though,look at the photoset and think about how many talented people out there that we love and respect….who would NOT have achieved the things they did if it wasn’t for another person before them inspiring them to reach their goals and acting as trail blazers when it seemed as though it was impossible….then think about the flipside and how many people, with all the potential in the world, never lived to become great because they were met with more images dehumanizing them than ones uplifting them…this is why the fight for HONEST representation is important and it continues.

argh, I didn’t plan on typing anything but I got in my feelings after watching this again

…anyway, here are some pictures to make you smile, the next gen gives me hope

and if none of that gets you going, here is a video of Michael Jackson surprising James Brown on stage and then thanking him for being his biggest influence (BET awards, 2003)

as much as i love elena, penelope, and lydia, I would love to see some alex alvarez appreciation. For starters, he:

  • was immediately accepting when Elena came out to him 
  • is basically a baseball fanboy
  • loves hamilton
  • puts a blanket over his head when his mom tries to give him the Talk
  • helped organize Elena’s quinces
  • is not good at shaving on the first try but learned with his mom
  • is a shoe nerd
  • learned a whole dance for Elena’s quinces
  • has shitty friends but doesn’t act shitty himself
  • is a great filmmaker
  • doesn’t force his abuelita to retell her story
  • has a great relationship with his family, and Schneider
  • Is a talented cellist
  • Is the first person after Penelope to hug and dance with Elena at her quinces

there are so many more and i love alex alvarez

SAKURA HARUNO: THE STRONGEST KUNOICHI!

“Cherry blossoms in spring are special, for their beauty draws a line between them and the other flowers. She, who was the name of these flowers, works strenuously in her strict training to catch up with Naruto and Sasuke, who run before her. And then the time of blooming approached - Sakura, with her polished medical ninjutsu and strong arms, shall become the beautiful cherry blossom that heals the battlefield.”

“Tsunade, Sakura’s teacher, is the Fifth Hokage that runs the village of Konoha. Sakura, who directly received the teachings from the shinobi that sits on the most prominent place of the village, lets her talent blossom very fast, together with the subtle chakra control she naturally possesses.”

“Sakura, who excelled at chakra control, had her talent for medical ninjutsu noticed by Tsunade, her teacher, early on. She received the initiation at the techniques from Tsunade at first, and also from her elder pupil Shizune, and grew to be the best medical ninja in Konoha in the twinkle of an eye. Mastering the secret forbidden technique Tsunade used, she brings her healing to a level that exceeded Shizune. Filling her chest with the firm confidence that even if everyone suffers serious wounds, she’ll make them recover, the healing cherry blossoms blooms splendidly in profusion.”

“[…]By means of her excellent self.healing ability, even if she’s injured she recovers immediately. Thanks to the acquisition of this power, Sakura became completely able to show her proud superhuman strength without fearing the enemy’s attacks in time of war.”

“Her self-healing ability shines, ranging from defence to offence…!!”

{“THE HEALING CHERRY BLOSSOM BLOSSOMS IN THE FRONT LINE▬!”}

(Databook 4 entries - end)

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Why is Sakura Haruno the perfect heroine and the strongest Kunoichi?

↳▬ ❝Her personality:

Kishimoto-sensei describes Sakura as stubborn, well-educated and girly. At the very beginning of the series, Sakura appears to be nothing but an ordinary 12 year old, spoiled and ignorant. Sakura, who in contrast to her teammates Sasuke and Naruto, whose lives were hard and lonely, grew up with a home and parents. This soon changes, and Sakura’s personality starts to blossom. An important key moment in that transformation is during the Chunin Exams arc in the Forest of Death when she cuts off her hair, the same hair she grew long to impress Sasuke. She cuts it off and fights her very best against Sound ninjas to protect her teammates. This is an important moment for her character as it shows her resolve to change and truly shows the beginning of Sakura’s development.

Sakura is a very compassionate character, she deeply treasures the things her friends do for her. Lee is one of those said friends, who gave it his all to protect Sakura in the Forest of Death. Sakura is grateful for that, so she thanks Lee for protecting her, cheers him on in his fight against Gaara, buys a flower for him while he’s in the hospital and their friendship begins. Her compassion shines up once more when she tries to run to his side, but gets stopped by her sensei, right after Lee loses his exams fight against Gaara.

Sakura’s compassion for others and her selflessness are what shine the most in the manga. Her desire to protect her teammates and keep them both safe is what motivates her to keep going and never give up. But that goal never stopped her from helping others who were in need of her help. She fought and cared for anyone who needed her - be it Lady Chiyo, a civilian child during the attack of Pain, a civilian child during the Wave land arc, her own young daughter, or even a wounded enemy like Karin. Sakura chose to take her destiny in her own hands and shape it to the best of her abilities.

The two most important examples that showcase how selfless Sakura truly is, are for one her desire to help Naruto fulfill his dream of becoming Hokage, and her desire to safe and help the man she loves, Sasuke.

Despite what many people like to think, Sakura’s character did not suffer because of her relationship to Sasuke. Quite the opposite. Her love for him and her desire to save him from his demons help her become aware of the important things in life. Sakura matures and becomes a realist. She took her hardship and turned it into a tool for growth and self-reflection. From that point forward, she trained and gathered information to help Sasuke and Naruto.

[“She whom you came close to killing once…she feels for and sheds tears over you, even now…she only wanted to save you!”] - Chapter 693

Sakura’s willpower develops greatly, and she learns to never give up, to always get back up on her feet, even when she’s broken and bruised.

In her fight against Akatsuki member Sasori, even though she feels fear building up in her chest, it is Sasuke and Naruto who give her the strength to be brave and face her enemy head on. She is willing to die for them if she has to. And she almost did in two instances.

One, when she tried to run in between Naruto and Sasuke on the hospital rooftop and two, when she was ready to die by Sasuke’s hand if it meant she could kill him and thus save him from his darkness.

Sakura doesn’t waver. If she truly believes in something, she won’t let go of that. But she’s not someone who puts herself in front of something more important. A good example is Sasuke’s secret mission in Gaiden. Due to unfortunate circumstances, her husband leaves to protect the village and their family. To keep everyone safe and out of danger, nobody is allowed to know Sasuke’s location. Even though this mission takes a toll on Sakura’s and Sarada’s life, Sakura knows their feelings are connected and that there’s no reason for doubt. She tries to convey that truth to her only daughter, who at first does not really understand.

Sakura is a compassionate, caring and loving mother. She gives it her all to make Sarada feel loved and safe. She also appears to be a strict mother, as Sarada shows signs of good manners, a kind personality and patience.

All in all, Sakura Haruno/Uchiha stands out as a kind, loving, compassionate and strong willed character, who never dares to give up, especially when it’s her friends or family that are on the line. The passion within her to love strongly and believe in her friends gives her the strength to keep going. Because her character story revolves mostly around being there and fighting for her loved ones and village, Sakura, who always puts those in need above everything else to the point that she is ready to die for them, is no doubt the most selfless character in the series. And that selflessness is the main source of her incredible will and strength.

↳▬ ❝Her natural talent:

[“Her chakra control and intelligence however, are nothing to look down upon.” - Databook 1.]

Intelligence and Booksmarts

Sakura has been blessed in many ways. Her intelligence is part of this. Right at the start of the manga, we learn that Sakura is naturally smart and passes all her academy exams with the best possible scores. In fact, she is said to be the smartest right after Shikamaru Nara, who, as we all know, is the smartest in their generation; making Sakura even be above talented ninja like Sasuke Uchiha and Neji Hyuga, who were at the top of their classes.

Notable proof for that is the Chunin Exams arc, in which Sakura was the only one who was able to answer all questions, despite Ibiki-sensei saying those questions couldn’t be answered by mere genin and were supposed to make the kids cheat.

Her fight with Ino also tells us, that Sakura is very booksmart. She knew Ino’s special jutsu and was able to explain its function and weakness to the reader.

Furthermore, she is also able to think and decide in mere seconds if the need arises, like tricking sound ninjas during the Forest of Death fight or freeing herself from being stuck in Sasori’s poison by letting a paper bomb explode.

[“First-rate chakra control and brainpower!!”] - Databook 1

Observation and Analytical Skills

But that’s not all. Sakura is a very good observer. She’s able to observe and memorize any pattern of movement, even those of a master puppeteer like Sasori. During their fight, Sasori had noticed that Sakura could read him like a book. He acknowledged this and even somewhat praised her for her skills. Chiyo was also surprised by this and compared Sakura to Tsunade, Sakura’s master, noting that Sakura was a very good pupil. The same Chiyo later acknowledged once again, that Sakura was capable of becoming a better Kunoichi than even Tsunade.

During the failed attempt to retrieve Sasuke a second time in Part II, Sakura and her team were held back by Obito, and within minutes, Sakura was able to analyze and explain how Obito’s (then still Tobi) Kamui worked, saying he was removing parts of his body from this reality/dimension (into another).

[“She’s shown shining potential in a fairly wide array of competences. Should she develop them, she might become a threat even to the great Sasuke!”] - Databook 1

Sakura’s passion to gather as much information as she can about something she feels she has to be prepared for, is immense. A little while after Team Seven’s first failed attempt to bring Sasuke back from Orochimaru, Sakura explains that she had noticed Sasuke’s immense growth in skill, speed and more; once again showcasing her analytical skills. She then goes on to say that she had read some books and came to the conclusion that Sasuke must have been given enhanced drugs that would speed up his training.

Another example for Sakura’s analytical nature is the war arc. She gets approached by a Zetsu who had taken on the form of Neji Hyuga. She realizes it is not Neji who is standing behind her and reacts instantly when the White Zetsu tries to attack her. She punches him to the ground, causing a great deal of damage, and tells him she knew it was him. She interrogates him. Together with Yamato’s report, and an autopsy she performs on the white Zetsu, she figures out the abilities the White Zetsu uses and concludes that it must be genetical material from Hashirama Senju being used, as the Zetsu’s DNA shows similarity with Yamato’s.

All this is proof of the fact, that Sakura Haruno was rightfully called one of the smartest. Not only is she booksmart and knows a lot about rules, technical things and ninjutsu, she is also able to analyze and memorize an individual’s behavior in mere seconds, allowing herself to prepare the right strategy. It also shows that she is very capable of memorizing important things like movement and more to the point where she is able to use that information years in advance.

Genjutsu Prowess

Sakura is naturally a genjutsu type. She is able to recognize it and set herself and others free from it. During the chunin exams when Orochimaru and the Sand attacked, she (and Shikamaru) was the only one who recognized the genjutsu in time and protected herself from it. Later on she dispelled the jutsu to wake Naruto up.

Thanks to Chiyo, Sakura knows the blindspot of the Sharingan. Using Chiyo’s information, she was able to protect herself from Itachi’s eyes and help Naruto get out of the genjutsu.This gives her the ability to fight even Sharingan users. It’s proven once more in Gaiden when Sakura attacks Shin, who has Sharingan eyes all over his head, from behind his blind spot and almost kills him.

Perfect Chakra Control

But Sakura has been blessed with more than just her high intelligence and her analytical observation skills. Sakura naturally possesses amazing chakra control. In fact, she was able to control it better than anyone else in her class. She showcases this in several arcs.

Starting with the tree climbing training where she was the first one to reach the top. Kakashi notes that Sakura is not only a genjutsu type, but also possesses amazing chakra control, better than even Sasuke. Sakura manages to get through the training exercise with ease and gives Naruto a few tips, who later on gets asked by Sasuke who wanted to know what Sakura had said, as he was struggling as well.

Medical Ninjutsu

To help her teammates, Sakura took matters in her own hands and requested to be trained by the Fifth Hokage, Tsunade Senju. With the help of her perfect chakra control, it didn’t take long until Sakura’s talent for medical ninjutsu blossomed. It had only been two and a half years that had passed since Sakura came under the guidance of Tsunade. In that time frame, Sakura became famous in Konoha for her healing abilities. Mastering medical ninjutsu is extremely difficult, as one must be able to delicately control chakra as well as have extensive knowledge and perseverance.

[“And she has developed into a top medical ninja among those in the village.”] - Databook 3

In fact, by the end of the series, Sakura Haruno had become the best medic known to humankind, thus surpassing her master Tsunade and Shizune.This is thanks to her mastering the Byakugou Seal and Tsunade’s forbidden technique, Creation Rebirth, that allows her to survive any injury and attack with even more power, thus making the technique versatile to its user as it utilises both defense and offense.

Furthermore, the user is also able to transfer their chakra to another person, Sakura does this to Obito in Chapter 685. It’s only thanks to her seal and the massive amount of stored chakra that made it possible for Sakura to help Obito and give him enough chakra to keep his Kamui jutsu active.

The Byakugou Seal is said to be the pinnacle of chakra control, making it very hard to master and control. Aside from Tsunade, Sakura is the only person known who is able to use it, surpassing  Tsunade’s first apprentice, Shizune by the age of just 17.

A medical ninja is never supposed to be at the front lines, as their job it is to heal the wounded, making it their priority to stay alive under any circumstances. However, there is an exception to that rule. Those who can use the Byakugou Seal and Creation Rebirth, are allowed to break that rule and fight at the front lines. Sakura is one of them.

By the age of 17, almost four years since Sakura started to train under the guidance of Tsunade, Sakura had mastered the forbidden technique and the Summoning Jutsu, allowing her to summon the slug, Katsuyu. Together with her summon, Sakura can activate Immense Network Healing, which allows the user to heal a great number of persons simultaneously regardless of distance. While using this technique, the user is linked with Katsuyu and has a sense of what Katsuyu might be encountering on the battlefield, as the slug splits into many parts filled with the user’s chakra before scanning the battlefield for wounded shinobi.

Her summon, Katsuyu, can spit acid strong enough to melt through rocks with ease. The acid boasts such high density and concentration it dilutes even stone, vaporizing it. All things it touches will melt away. There are no setup moves to do before this jutsu’s activation. Thanks to this one can easily strike, catching the enemy unawares, which has the advantage of denying them any opportunity to dodge. Due to its physical and genetic make up, Katsuyu is extremely resistant to damage, as seen during Pain’s attack when Katsuyu absorbed people into its body to protect them. Because of its ability to divide into smaller parts, Sakura is able to summon different parts of Katsuyu anywhere at any given time should the need arise. It can also deconstruct itself entirely, until nothing more than its body fluids are left. This, however, doesn’t weaken Katsuyu at all.

With those abilities, Sakura was able to heal and save thousands of people over the course of the series. This includes people like Naruto, Sasuke, Hinata, Kakashi, Kankuro, Chiyo, a small girl, hundreds of wounded people during the Pain attack, Shikamaru, the entire Shinobi Alliance Force during the war and more.

She is also one of the best when it comes to poisons. Even though Sasori, a member of the Akatsuki, had created a poison to which not even he knew how to create an antidote for, Sakura was able to do just that without much trouble, surprising even Chiyo, who had been sure only the great Tsunade would be able to heal the boy, for Chiyo believed Tsunade was the only one who had better knowledge of poisons than Chiyo herself. Thanks to that, Sakura saved Kankuro’s life as well as her own during her battle with Sasori.

She is also able to create a poisoned Kunai and sleeping bombs.

Sakura is shown to achieve all this by the time she turned 17. Later on, as Databook 4 tells us, Sakura learns all of Shizune’s jutsu, including poison jutsu. This is why Sakura, rightfully so, surpassed her master Tsunade as a Medic nin, and became Konoha’s best known Healer.

Sakura’s strength and evasion skills

Medical Ninjutsu is not the only thing Tsunade has taught her student. Superhuman strength and evasion is what makes Sakura Haruno the best of the best. By sending her chakra straight to her fist and letting it free in the right moment, Sakura is able to destroy nearly everything.

Unlike her master, Sakura doesn’t have to waste chakra on keeping herself young, which means she has more chakra that she can utilise over Tsunade. Which is evident by the fact that Sakura’s punches cause greater damage than Tsunade’s, both with and without the Byakugou activated. This also gets confirmed by the first Hokage, Hashirama Senju, who states that Sakura’s strength could possibly be even greater than Tsunade’s. As a reminder, Tsunade was able to break through Madara’s great Susanoo.

In fact, Sakura’s crater created by her punch in chapter 632 is the biggest one in the manga we’ve seen so far.

Through her strength she was able to defeat countless juubi clones at once in the war. In Gaiden, although she had held back due to her husband needing to question the enemy first, she almost killed Shin by attacking him from behind his blind spot, destroying entire body parts and erupting several of his vital organs. She also destroyed several of Sasori’s puppets and Sasori himself. She killed Pain’s summon with a single punch, saving a little girl in the process.

During the Sealing of Kaguya, Sakura managed something not even Sasuke or Naruto were able to do, attacking Kaguya from above and punching her with such a force that half of her horn broke off. Thanks to chakra enhanced strength, Sakura is able to keep enemies away from her, while still causing damage to them by destroying the ground underneath their feet.

However, Sakura also possesses natural strength. During her fight with Chiyo against Sasori, she lifted a boulder off Chiyo with ease.

[“That beauty and strength… it would seem as though you’ve raised another Tsunade, no?“] - Jiraiya about Sakura

To become a medic, one absolutely must learn the art of evasion.  Sakura was specifically trained in this by her master, Tsunade, who went all out on her pupil during their training. By the time Sakura was fighting Sasori, she had advanced and mastered evasion to the point where she didn’t need Chiyo’s help anymore and was able to evade Sasori’s weapons on her own.

During that fight we also learn that had Tsunade stated that evasion is the most important skill for a medic. Sakura would also learn to fight, for she was the Fifth Hokage’s apprentice and would inherit the power of a true Sannin.

A Leader

To become a Jonin, one must possess the quality to lead others with confidence and competence. Sakura proved herself worthy in several instances.

  • Sakura shows her leadership skills when she instructed the Sand Medic-nins on what to do and bring so she could create an antidote for Sasori’s poison. She later lead the operation on Kankuro.
  • Another display of this is when she took the lead during Pain’s attack and instructed Konoha-nin to evacuate the place seconds after being told how serious and dangerous the situation had become.
  • Furthermore, she motivated the entire Shinobi Alliance Force to not give up and keep fighting, to die fighting rather than die doing nothing.

This is why she rightfully became one of the three Jonin in her generation at age 18/19, together with Shikamaru Nara and Neji Hyuga (who had been promoted before them).

Without Sakura…..:

  • Naruto would have died not once or twice, but three times or possibly even more.
  • Sasuke would have bled to death
  • Hinata would have died
  • Kankuro would have died
  • Hundreds of villagers would have died during Pain’s invasion
  • A large portion of the Shinobi Alliance Force would have died
  • Karin would have died
  • Sasori would still be alive and Gaara would most likely be dead
  • Gaara would have killed Sasuke
  • Sasuke would have been consumed by the curse seal in Forest of Death
  • Sasuke would have no family
  • it would have taken much longer to find out that Zetsu clones had Hashirama’s DNA

More important Databook quotes

[“No matter how many times she’s hurt, she gets up. The unbreakable girl who grows every day.”] - Databook 2

[“ But her strength is her ability to find hope despite odds. With the pride of being a ninja deep in her heart she does not wither but faces all challenges. ”] - Databook 2

[“  In the battle field she was unnoticeable, but she is endlessly heading towards becoming the greatest of female ninjas. ”] - Databook 2

[“ One can see her strong spirit during missions. She erases fears of the opponent, doesn’t back down, and bravely and boldly fights back.  ”] - Databook 2

[“ What moves Sakura is her strong belief in becoming the greatest of female ninjas. She suppresses her fear which is about to explode and fights. Is this not true courage?  ”] - Databook 2

[“ What moves Sakura is her strong belief in becoming the greatest of female ninjas. She suppresses her fear which is about to explode and fights. Is this not true courage?  ”] - Databook 2

You want to know why Sakura is the heroine and the strongest Kunoichi?

You now know why.

-Sasukekun

PS: Special thanks to @xinpaii and @amitds who’ve helped me a lot with this post!

you know what would’ve been, like… super cool to see in su? (i’m sorry for clogging the tag btw, i just have a lot of thoughts.)

the crystal gems becoming the symbols of a new gem revolution.

they’re spoken of only in whispers. no one mentions them in public. but everyone knows of them. if they have to be mentioned, it’s in a disdainful, angry tone. but oh, in private, it’s a different story.

they speak of the rose quartz whose love for all things was so strong that she faced down a diamond and won. (the lesson = “the diamonds are not invincible. they are not perfect. they are not gods.”)

they speak of the pearl who took up arms and proved she was as strong as any quartz, regardless of what she was. (the lesson = “we are not defined by our gems.”)

they speak of the garnet, the first fusion, impossibly strong and loving, who should not have existed but did. (the lesson = “the lines between us are not that thick. we are not so different from each other.”)

they speak of the bismuth who made weapons instead of buildings and who equipped a deadly army. (the lesson = “even the talents you have because of your gem can be put to any use.”)

they speak of the last amethyst of earth, who would never know anything but freedom, but who might come to them, someday. (the lesson = “one day, we can all be as free as the last amethyst.”)

and the crystal gems learn of this. garnet realises how much she matters to so many gems out there. her mere existence is the proof that the diamonds are wrong. pearl sees a legion of pearls who are just waiting to take up the sword alongside her, who refuse to be docile captives. amethyst realises that she herself is HOPE. that for an entire revolutionary movement she is proof that things can be better.

because how much would that mean to amethyst? she has a very low opinion of herself, but just by living as herself she’s become the image of hope for an entire species. she meets the revolutionaries on homeworld, starting with the famethyst, and realises… holy shit?? these people don’t even KNOW her but they love her BECAUSE she’s her. and she tells them a bit about life on earth because they’re curious, and she decides - she’s gonna keep being hope. she’s gonna keep fighting and being herself.

after the crystal gems return, word gets out.

they speak now of the peridot who defied yellow diamond and insulted her to her face, choosing life over duty. (the lesson = “change is coming. more understand the truth every day.”)

and they speak of the hybrid, a being neither gem nor human but somehow greater than both, a bridge between two worlds. (the lesson = “we are not so different from them, either. they can be anything. so can we.”)

and the crystal gems make them a promise - “we thought we were alone, that we couldn’t take the fight further, not after our armies were destroyed… but we have hope now, and we’re coming back for you.”

(the lesson = “the revolution is about to begin.”)

Of Hidden Talents (Feysand Fluff)

So this just popped into my head last night when I couldn’t sleep. Set post-ACOWAR and contains nothing but fluff.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Feyre found herself commenting, smiling slightly as she tried not to groan in pleasure under Rhys’ hands.

He chuckled from where he was seated behind her, the sound sending a thrill through her spine, even decades into their relationship. “I should hope so; I have to keep my High Lady entertained somehow. Wouldn’t want her eternity to get boring.”

“Boring? How could I ever get bored with a mate who thinks so much of himself?” She shot back, though its effect was lost when she leaned further into him, her hands running over the legs that were on either side of her. She could feel the delicious heat of his bare chest so close behind her, the thin nightdress she was wearing a poor barrier between them. 

Rhys’ fingers continued to comb through her hair, expertly separating it into three equal parts. “I take offense to that.”

Feyre let out an aborted snort. “No, you don’t.” 

“No, I don’t,” Rhys agreed, in a blithe voice.

They fell into a comfortable silence then, built on years of learning how to just be together. Neither of them felt the need to always fill the air between them with pointless chatter. Oh, they liked to joke and bicker… but they also knew when to let words fade away and just enjoy each other’s company.

It had been happening more of late, likely because Rhys had refused to leave Feyre’s side for the past few months. He was a constant presence at her side, though he did his best not to hover too much (he knew all too well how she loathed feeling locked in, how it still made her bones lock up in fear, even after all this time). He needn’t have worried; Feyre never, never felt tied down by her mate, never felt confined by him. She knew that even now, when he was so concerned about her, he would give her space if she asked.

(He’d once told her, in a fit of hopeless romanticism, that he would give her the very stars above Velaris if he could. Feyre had believed him, of course, if only because she said she would do the same for him.)

So Feyre was quiet, letting Rhys gently braid her hair as if he’d done it hundreds of times before. She’d been utterly surprised when he’d offered to do it for her earlier, after he’d heard her curse in front of the mirror while she struggled with trying to tame her wild locks into something more manageable. Feyre was so tired these days and sore too, the heavier she got. And she was constantly hot then cold, her hair always in the way and, Cauldron, she didn’t care for it much now and all the work it took to keep it neat, not when she was already so uncomfortable. She’d been beyond tempted to just chop it all off, had Rhys not stepped in when he did with his innocuous offer.

At first she tried to deny the existence of a problem but she really couldn’t hide anything from Rhys; he knew her too well, felt her struggles through their mating bond and tried to ease her discomfort as much as he could. (Rightly so, Feyre sometimes thought when she particularly annoyed with how limited she was lately, considering he’s the one that put me into this situation in the first place.) 

So here they were, Rhys’s gentle hands working wonders on Feyre’s nerves, his fingers softly tugging at her hair as he built the braid into something spectacular; Feyre herself was usually no slouch when it came her hair (at least when she wasn’t so cranky), but she had the feeling that Rhys was even better. So many hidden talents, this mate of mine.

“Where’d you learn to do this?” she finally asked, curiosity getting the better of her. She’d felt his hesitancy when he first offered, that pang of grief that he’d been unable to conceal from her.

“My sister,” Rhys said after a long pause. His voice had lost that light-hearted edge from earlier, filled instead with wistful regret. “She’d come to me when our mother was too busy for it. She could have asked the servants, of course… but she liked to spend a few moments with me, I think. She continued to ask even long after she could do it by herself. I never had the heart to say no.” 

Feyre’s own heart ached for her mate, for the family he’d lost so long ago. He rarely spoke of the little sister she’d never meet, even less so than his mother. From what she’d gleaned over the years, his sister had been quite a bit younger than him, had looked up to him in a way no one else ever had. Feyre couldn’t even imagine what it had been like for him to have to bury her broken body.

She rubbed her thumbs comfortingly over the sides of his knees. I’m sorry, she sent softly to him through their bond. I’m sorry

Rhys’ mind caressed hers. Me too.

Feyre kept running her hands soothingly over him, tempted to turn around and pull him to her, wrap her arms around those broad shoulders of his. She didn’t though; the act of braiding seemed to calm him… like coming home to something he’d thought he’d long forgotten. (Still, she wished she could protect him from all the pain he endured… but that same pain had made him into the wonderful male he was today.) 

When he was finally done, she saw his finished work briefly through his eyes, the image flashing through her mind.

“It’s beautiful,” Feyre said with a smile, reaching up to run her fingers over the intricate pattern he’d managed to weave her hair into. “Thank you.”

Rhys’ strong arms around wrapped around her body, finally pulling her back to rest against his chest. “I figured it was about time I got some practice,” he whispered in her ear as he moved one hand to cover her rounded belly. “I wouldn’t want our poor daughter to be left with an inept father.”

Feyre tangled her fingers with Rhys’, holding them over her stomach, where their unborn baby was slowly growing. “You could never be an inept father, Rhys,” she told him softly. Rhys only pressed kiss under her jaw in response, though she could feel his quiet gratitude for her faith in him. “Besides, how do you know it’ll be a girl?” Feyre continued, turning her head so she could arch an eyebrow at him.

Mischief lit his violet eyes. “Perhaps I asked Elain.”

Feyre leveled a look at him. “Elain would never tell you, even if she knew.” Her sister had become quite the responsible seer over the years, never revealing more than was necessary. (Well, that and Feyre had wanted it to be a surprise, telling Elain in no uncertain terms not to let Rhys charm the answer out of her.)

“Then let’s call it a father’s intuition,” Rhys replied now, unable to stop his grin.

Feyre laughed, leaning her head against the edge of his jaw. “She’s going to have you wrapped around her little finger, isn’t she?” 

“Of course,” he kissed her forehead, his happiness a near tangible thing. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Feyre could only cuddle in closer. She looked at where their joined hands were resting on her belly. Don’t worry, baby, she thought, we love you already, no what you turn out to be.

(A few years later, when their daughter runs up to Feyre, her hair braided in a crown around her head, little flowers carefully tucked in the midnight blue strands, she doesn’t need to ask who did it. Rhys’ proud smile is answer enough.)

For You{1} [Jeff Atkins]

Request: Can i request a Jeff Atkins imagine where hes like a badboy but when Y/N is the new girl at Liberty and Clay takes her under his wing, Jeff feels the need to protect her and be good for her? And then at a party he sees Monty and Y/N flirting so he gets wasted and Y/N ends up taking him to her house and taking care of him and he drunkenly confesses his softy feelings for her?

Pairing:bad boy!Jeff Atkins x fem!reader

A/N:I changed it a lil bit,hope you don’t mind!This is my very first Jeff imagine so please bear with me;)Also,i decided to divide this imagine into two or three parts.Oh,and feedback is always welcome:)-M

part 2     part 3      part 4      part 5   tags: @leviathan-cas-05     @gamesandremixes    @shamless-wolfies

Originally posted by cynicalsunset


Ever since Y/N came to Liberty High,the students just couldn’t stop talking about her;the new girl was really beautiful and seemed really kind.Just because she was quite an introvert,the first person she started hanging out with was Clay Jensen.They would walk in the halls,they would do school projects together and sometimes they would go to Monet’s for coffee or milkshakes.

It hadn’t been long until Y/N got slightly annoyed by the behavior of a specific boy who obviously wasn’t happy with her existence;Jeff Atkins.One of the most popular boys at school and one of the best football players.But he didn’t take girls seriously.His longest"relationship"wasn’t longer than two weeks,Clay told her.

There was something on him though,something that made her stomach flip whenever he passed by.Was it his beautiful face?His muscular body?His adorable laugh?Maybe his talent?She couldn’t tell.But she wanted to get to know him,that she could tell for sure.But she decided to quit thinking about him after the “hall incident” as everyone called it.

Y/N was late for last period and with many books in her hands,she was hurriedly heading to her next class.Her eyes were fixed on the floor,as always and unfortunately she didn’t see the figure in front of her.Only when she bumped into him and fell down on her butt,did she realize.Her books were all over the floor.

“What the hell Y/N?” She heard a familiar voice shouting.Embarrassed,she looked up and came face to face with a very angry Jeff Atkins.The cup of coffee he was holding just seconds ago had fallen on his white shirt,the hot liquid soaking it.

Without breaking eye contact but in tears, she stood up on her own and making sure her skirt was in the right place, she replied in a low voice.

“I’m so sorry Jeff,i wasn’t look-”

“Looking,yeah!But you know what?For once in your life just stop daydreaming and be aware of your surroundings!You’re so annoying!“He said harshly and glancing at his shirt,he let out a sigh.

“I can’t believe this is happening…"Jeff said between his gritted teeth,rubbing the soaked fabric.

The lump in Y/N’s prevented her from speaking.She just stood there,hurt.A few tears escaped her eyes but she quickly whipped them away.Were Jeff’s words true though?Was she annoying?Was he exaggerating or just stating facts?No,he didn’t know her.He didn’t know her at all.He didn’t have the right to talk about her like this.

“I can…I can help you clean it,if you want-” she offered with a shaky voice but he interrupted her once again.

“Nah,i think you’ve done enough,sweetheart…” And pushing past her,he left, fast-pacing probably to the bathroom.

Y/N bit her lip.So hard that she started tasting blood.What did she ever do to him?Yeah,they had once or twice exchanged a “hey” or a “goodbye” during chemistry classes but other than that,she didn’t really talk to him.How can a person be irritated by someone else just by looking at them?

“Y/N are you okay?“Clay broke her thoughts.He had already picked up all her books and handed them to her.

Y/N’s eyes wandered from the students who witnessed the whole thing to Clay.She then turned around and saw Jeff slowly being out of sight.

“Yeah,i am fine,i guess…"She mumbled and letting out a huge breath she didn’t know for how long she’d been holding in,she patted her friend’s shoulder.

“Jeff is bad news Y/N.Don’t stress over it.He’s rude towards everyone most of the times.Are you hurt?“He asked curiously and quickly scanned her body.

"I’m perfectly fine,thanks Clay.Guess i’ll see you around.” She said rather quickly and literally and started walking to her next class.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket so she stopped moving,taking it out to see who had messaged her.

It was her friend Jessica.

"Huge party tomorrow night.My place.Come over after school for all the details.Best part,your lovely Jeff will be there!;)”

She felt sick to her stomach as she finally went into class.The teacher hadn’t arrived yet;well,she wasn’t the only one who got late.She quietly found a place next to Justin Foley -the only one empty-who acknowledged her with a smirk.

“Great,just…Great…I hate parties…"She told herself and sighed.

A night full of surprises had been waiting for her.She just didn’t know.

Beyonce is better than you.  Move on.

I am so tired of these Deep White Women using big words to dull Beyonce’s shine while paying the false coin of being introspective on behalf of all women.  

In doing so, she has created a new paradigm for what it means to be a pregnant woman in the public eye — one in which the very act of conceiving and carrying a child (or two children; she is having twins) becomes de facto proof of the power of femininity, doled out in carefully controlled and stage-managed moments. The message is positive: Pregnant is beautiful. It should be worshiped.

The problem is, for many women it is also messy, sometimes uncomfortable and just another fact of life. And in her extended fetishization of her own physical evolution, Beyoncé has not allowed for any of that. As a result, she hasn’t just raised the bar for fellow famous people. She may have raised it uncomfortably high for us all.

(cont.)

How is anything Beyonce does remotely relevant to your average, everyday, pedestrian existence?  She is Beyonce.  Everything she does, she probably does it better than you.  Why?  An innate talent coupled with an unparalleled work ethic that leads to way more money than you can ever imagine which can pretty much buy her way out of having to deal with normal people shit.

Was Beyonce raising the bar for secrecy when she released a whole ass album with six hundred forty-three videos under the cover of darkness?  No.  You just kept on with your average person ability to tell a lie.

Was Beyonce raising the bar for career achievement when she broke the record for the most number of Grammy nominations by a female artist?  No.  You continued to hope for a promotion from bra-fitter to Victoria’s Secret Cashwrap Supervisor and drowned your average person sorrows at happy hour in the meantime.

Was Beyonce raising the bar for marital discord when her sister went all Sharkeisha Nooooo on her husband in an elevator?  No.  You just left another passive aggressive note on the refrigerator about being out of milk and hoped your average person husband would pick up on the subtext and get his act together.

Was Beyonce raising the bar for upper thigh meat when she decided to stop wearing pants on stage in 2009?  No.  You are still spending your average person moneys on women’s fitness magazines featuring rail thin white women.

How is Beyonce now raising the bar for pregnancy because she is fat-faced, happy, and draped in expensive fashions?  You can still continue your average person pregnancy eating pickles & ice cream in your husband’s XL t-shirt watching reruns of Sex & The City because guess what – you are not Beyonce.

Nobody is watching your every move.  Nobody cares what you do.  Laugh too hard in the checkout line at Kroger and slip out a little pregnancy pee.  Wear mis-matched shoes because you haven’t seen your feet in 6 weeks.  Wear a ponytail with a damn scrunchie every single day of your third trimester because you can’t be arsed to fuss with your hair.  Nobody gives a shit.  You are not Beyonce.

Beyonce’s job is to be more glamorous than you regardless of her life stage.  If Beyonce broke every bone in her leg, guess what.  She would be on Instagram with the mother of all casts, some model only previously available to astronauts or some shit, and the Beyhive would find a new emoji to represent her high fashion medical device.  

Don’t compare yourself to any other pregnant woman.  Do you know how many variables there are in a pregnancy?  It’s a wonder any of us escape the uterus alive with all the things that can complicate gestation.  But it’s especially ridiculous to compare yourself to Beyonce for any reason whatsoever.  You are taking a woman who has built a fortune on one part talent, one part mystique, and one part glamour and expecting her to, what, look regular?  Give you the personal details of her morning sickness?  Do you also want her to write her next hit about pooping on the delivery table? Show you her afterbirth diaper?  She ain’t Karen from accounting.  This is BEYONCE and y'all need to find something else to be concerned about.

Romance Manga

Here are some fabulous shojo romance choices to keep you warm and cuddly! Enjoy! (No particular order)

Haru No Ride

Reason to read: The struggles the characters face are real. Futaba struggles with her identity, and Kou with his family and self-worth. We get to see these two characters fall in love and get many satisfying romantic moments! 


Wolf Girl and Black Prince 

Reason to read: At first, I wasn’t a fan of this one, but I am glad I gave it a second chance because this manga is freaking fantastic. The dynamic between the two has a rocky start but romance and reciprocated feelings soon ensure. Another great thing is that this manga actually mentions (and may in the future show) sex, unlike many shojo that tend to pretend that it does not exist. 


Ouran High School Host Club 

Reason to read: If you haven’t seen the fabulous anime, then go watch it and come back and read it. Your welcome. If you have seen it, then we all know what that final scene was missing. Do not fret! For this manga continues the antics and the romance! Everything from the characters to the plot are perfect in this manga and I can say with complete confidence that this manga has the most satisfying, heart-warming ending of any manga I have ever read. 


Nodame Cantabile 

Reason to read: I do not play an instrument and have never listened to classical music, but this manga gave me a profound appreciation for that world. Nodame is by far the most unique and interesting heroine I have come across in manga, and her relationship with Chiaki is great because the love takes a while to blossom, but that makes it a lot sweeter. There is a 3 season long anime series that I watched and enjoyed and I actually do believe that watching it might be a better option because this show does involve music, but the manga has a lot of spicy details that are fun to come back to after watching! 


Hibi Chouchou 

Reason to read: This manga is not everyone’s cup of tea, but those who like it LOVE it! The reason this manga polarizes people is because both protagonists are extremely quiet and shy, so we get a lot of glimpses into their thoughts and wishes, but not a lot of actual dialogue. The reason everyone should give it a try is because it really is an accurate depiction of the struggles of shy love and is really well drawn and cute.  


Kamisama Hajimemashita 

Reason to read: Nanami proves that a cute face and dainty demeanor does not define her level of strength. Tomoe and her relationship grow so naturally and the special circumstances they are in makes the reader really want to root for them. 


Horimiya 

Reason to read: Hori and Miyamura show each other sides of themselves that no one knows and they become essential parts of each others lives. They are so freaking cute together!


Your Lie in April 

Reason to read: First of all, I REALLY recommend watching the anime first. Our protagonists are musicians so if you actually want to hear their music, the anime is the best option. I would recommend reading the manga after watching the anime if you want to relive the pain good feelings. The strange thing about this show/manga is that technically, it is categorized as a “shonen” which automatically makes me think of lots of boobs and butts, but this show is an innocent and lovely choice for any reader! WARNING: sadness inside. 


Kaichou wa Maid Sama! 

Reason to read: Misaki is one of the most kick-ass girl characters. She juggles being the student council president with great grades and a job at a maid cafe all while her home life crumbles. Usui and Misaki are one of my favorite manga couples because they truly deserve each other! 


Akagami no Shirayukihime 

Reason to read: Shirayuki may look like a weakling, but she is actually mentally strong and incredibly brave. I have not read too much of this manga yet, but so far I like what I see, and since I always spoil stuff for myself, I know for a fact that love is around the river bend! 


Cherry Boy, That Girl 

Reason to Read: First of all, this is a Korean manhwa, not a manga, so you read it left to right. This freaking work of art…I love this manhwa. It has it all, twists, turns, love, deceit, tricks, and treats galore, all wrapped up in fully colored chapters!


Last Game

Reason to read: OMGGGGG. It all started when Kujou knocked Yanagi off of his high-horse by beating him in almost everything: school, sports, and the like. Yanagai was one of those boys who has talent, but mostly gets what he wants because he is rich. Then Kujou comes out of nowhere and with her ordinary, plain-jane looks steals his pride without really trying at all. From that moment, Yanagi has followed Kujou to high school and now college to try to win the Last Game. Yanagi is the true gem of this manga because unlike in many shojo romances, it is actually told from the boy’s perspective and the boy falls in love first. 


Special A

Reason to read: This is literally the epitome of the classic “competition –> love” scenario…and I love it. The charm of this manga is all of the different love stories that blossom between all of the other characters. There is a good anime for this show, but the manga is a tad better.    

anonymous asked:

I've never read any type of fan fiction , soo can you recommend me good slow burn camren fics? Thanks love your blog girly

Lauren never planned on living in the house she lived in. She never planned on working the job she worked. She never planned on befriending a strange girl named Camila, either. Lauren never planned a lot of things.Thanks sweets 😘

Chances (one of my favs)

Camila and Lauren both share a room in college, but that’s about the only thing they have in common. At least that’s what they assume. From the start, they haven’t been able to get along with each other, seeing as they’re pretty incompatible and they pick fights over everything. But little do they know that they’re each other’s closest friends on Tumblr. They message each other constantly and along the way, feelings developed. What happens when they soon realize on a bold decision to meet on a blind date that the person who they want nothing to do with is the same person they think about right before they go to sleep?

Lifeboat Lighthouse (favs)

Camila’s entire life had been mapped out for her since she was child, she would go to college, study business and then eventually take over her father’s company. It was a life she never wanted but had no say in at all. But when the privileged daughter of a multimillionaire meets Lauren, a waitress on the luxury cruise ship where she’ll be spending the summer, her world and everything she knows is turned upside down. Camila is about to learn the hard way that just like the ocean that she sails on, life can be unpredictable. Like the turning tides, everything can change in an instant.

Walk a Mile (favs)

Look with your eyes. Judge with your soul. First impressions almost always suck. They can be spot on or way off, depending on how open and receptive you are to the other person. When you make preconceived notions about people, learning to tolerate them can be a little difficult. What if you have to live with them? That’s the situation Camila and Lauren have been put in. As typical and cliche as it may be, two totally different worlds collide. However this time, neither of them know whether they’ll mould or combust.

Yours Truly 

Lauren and Camila know a lot about each other, except for, well, their names. They’ve been writing anonymous, handwritten letters to each other for an English assignment for a couple months now and during that time, Lauren’s developed a genuine interest for a girl whose handwriting resembles a child’s first attempt at using a pencil. But she couldn’t be more charmed by it. What happens when Lauren unexpectedly finds out that the shy girl in her class who she doesn’t know a single thing about has the exact same handwriting as in the letters she anticipates reading every single day?

Through Her Eyes

Lauren never planned on living in the house she lived in. She never planned on working the job she worked. She never planned on befriending a strange girl named Camila, either. Lauren never planned a lot of things.

Reasons to go, reasons to stay

“And I wonder how many polar opposites we have brought together by falling in love. Inside you could have been the match that started the fire and burned down an entire house, and inside of me may live the remnants of a rocking chair inside the house that was burned to the ground. All these little things… these cells that make up our bodies, they could have once despised one another. But now every single part of me is in love with every single part of you. Just with one touch we would be resolving age old conflicts, or ushering the tip of the tallest mountain to kiss the sand that lies at the deepest part of the ocean.”

Yellow series : Yellow / Blue / Green  (FLUUUFFFF)

Lauren Jauregui hated Camila Cabello, plain and simple. Of course, who could blame her? Camila had been the one who read Lauren’s private texts in front of the whole cafeteria, forcing her out of the closet. Lauren left for New York with her three best friends the day she graduated, thinking she had escaped Camila. The only problem is, Camila is back. And different. Completely different. Not the kind of ‘different’ you’d expect, either.

The Stripper (SMUT)

Have you ever imagined having two lives? Be two people at the same time? I bet you have. But between thinking and living there was a very big distance, believe it. Imagine… Camila, a sweet and delicate woman. Karla, sexy and imposing. Which one would you choose? What’s your type? Hard, I know. Let’s let Lauren answer this one…

Experiments (SMUT)

A lot of girls experiment in college; it’s natural. It’s no different at the University of Miami, and when they’re looking to experiment, they know exactly who to go to. But what will happen when she finally falls for one of the girls she hooks up with?

Trials & Tribulations (very long but must read)

“A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.”

CC7 / LJ10 (still ongoing - not many updates)

Lauren and Camila are two of the most promising soccer talents in the country. The two skilled girls are playing for the U-17 US team to win the world championship in Costa Rica. Their connection on the field is obvious but what happens off field when unexpected feelings come in to play?

Surreal Perfection (non au)

It’s been a year since Lauren decided to break out from Fifth Harmony to start her own band, and Camila still hasn’t forgiven her for leaving them, and for leaving her. After a brief encounter at an award show, their lives come crashing back together. Angst, Drama, Humour, Romance, and everything else in between.

The Girl Next Door

Camila Cabello is an average girl. She’s not popular, or somewhere in between. She belongs to a group that her school refers to as the Brains. She’s extremely smart, involved in many educational clubs and the only thing fun in her life, advanced choir.  She’s that type of girl who gets pushed around, does people’s homework because they tell her too, and gets tormented by the preps. The preps (the popular kids) are a group of people who torment people like the Brians. Camila has found her self running from them all her life. Along side with her friends Dinah Jane Hansen, Normani Kordei, Ally Brooke and Darren Criss. But one day during one of her encounters with the preps, her life changes forever. And it was all because of her.

Heliophilia 

Do I Wanna Know (non-au)

Praise for the Quiet Ones

Aka, shoutout to the characters that are kinda overlooked in the 2017 film despite their influence in some of the scenes.

Père Robert 

  • This guy was the only one–aside from Maurice–that made Belle feel at home in Villeneuve.
  • Also the only villager that wasn’t small-minded and we could tell.
  • He could see how much she loved his little library and was visibly saddened by the fact that he couldn’t offer her anything more to read
  • He respected her ability to read and her quirky inventive side.
  • He helped her when the villagers destroyed her laundry machine.
  • “This man needs a hospital, not an insane asylum!”
  • Looked visibly disturbed at Gaston’s rallying of the other villagers.
  • I don’t know what it is, but he also gives Belle this look during her plea for her father that to me looked like “I admire you for defending your father, and I don’t think you’re crazy.  I am open to hearing what you have to say.”

Chapeau

  • He was the first cursed servant we saw when Maurice entered the castle.
  • He shakes the snow off of Maurice’s coat
  • He always seems to be one step ahead of everyone
  • The way he picks up Lumiere and sets him out of reach of his work when Lumiere says he missed a spot on the dishes
  • He’s a man of many talents which include but are not limited to:
    • Violin skills
    • Boxing
    • Fast reflexes
    • Knowledge of fashion (he’s seen selecting the Prince’s wig for the ball in the prologue)
    • Dishwashing
    • Overall just doing his job as an aide well
  • He’s always ready to help.  Always.
  • He seems to know exactly what some people need at a specific time without needing to say anything.
  • He rarely talks, yet he doesn’t seem shy or withdrawn.
  • Oh, and HE SAVES CHIP’S LIFE.  Remember that?  Instead of thinking of himself during those last few moments, he stops Chip’s fall and even gently sets him next to his mother before fading away.  If he hadn’t been there Chip would have died.
Normani not winning that damn trophy is some next level bullshit

I said this before but imma repeat it.  THIS is what it means to be a black woman in White America. We can be as flawless and as perfect as we can possibly be but will still not get as far or be as rewarded as our white and male counterparts. We have always had to work twice as hard to get half as far. That’s not news to us, its just shit like this shoving that harsh reality back in our faces. 

 That being said I am happy that Rashad won instead of David even though white mediocrity was still rewarded higher than the efforts of not just one but two extremely talented black women but I digress.

 We have been blessed this entire season with amazing quality dances and interactions from Valmani. Seeing Normani come out of her shell and become more open, honest, and carefree has been such an honor and I know Val feels the same. I’m so grateful for Val bringing out Mani’s best and pushing her to be better, that man is so talented and together they made magic. This partnership was truly a gift.

Originally posted by hansentrouble

 I will always remember that our queen still DID THAT week after week, despite numerous and painful injuries, despite long hour flights and jet lag, despite working on tour and in the studio….SHE DID THAT. Enough perfect 40s to put everyone in that room to shame, we don’t even have to say it. We know who won, those judges know who won, the audience know who won but it’s okay cuz my queen is gonna stay winning in life and imma keep supporting no matter what.

Originally posted by nojauregui

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

My personal take and thoughts on ‘Strangers’ by Halsey feat. Lauren Jauregui and ‘I have questions’ by Camila Cabello


 STRANGERS

Before I comment on the actual song, I would like to point out a very significant matter on this, Halsey and Lauren did a huge thing for our bisexual community and even the whole LGBT community in general by doing this.  BI REPRESENTATION MATTERS. As a bisexual myself there is always a stigma that comes with being one, and it is not all rainbows and butterflies as some would think.

The mere fact of hearing, and seeing a creation from two openly bisexual queens singing a love song to each other on mainstream charts, warms up my cold black heart. It is the pioneer and I hope that this is the beginning of a social change, and opens the gates for further acceptance.

My two cents on the actual song, Well I have played it a hundred times, to say the least. The intro and the beat all throughout gives you the initial “80’s vibe”, a concept; it is unlike any other song on the radio of the similar nature as we speak.

Lyrically, I can never say a bad thing when it comes to Halsey’s writing process. She always does an amazing job. Rather I would say, the message of the song reflects the situation of love, wanting, pride, lust in general at present. Halsey wanted to depict the emotional aspect of loving someone, the raw and honest emotions without sugarcoating it.

My favorite lines would have to be: “To feel anything at all…You lost it.”; “I must’ve crossed a line, I must’ve lost my mind.” and the chorus of course. It is arranged in a candid and realistic conversational form, of which, most if not all could very well relate.

Both Halsey and Lauren have that special raspy voice base, Lauren has this gorgeous massiveness in her voice that perfectly complements Halsey’s soft raspy angelic tone. I would describe it as the perfect marriage of voices.

It is exceptional and special because it represents the truth, It is Lauren Jauregui and Halsey, it is resounded to them both, it echoed them, raw.



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First of all, I have to say that this is a very powerful and lovely masterpiece from Camila. I would say that this is my most favorite song she has ever written or done. Next would be ‘I only told the moon’

She has a talent for pouring and translating her soul out into a wonderful creation. The first time I have seen the music video, I was broken for her internally because it speaks to you and not many artists can make you feel that way.

The lyrics elaborate on the emotions, of a certain stage, in a love story, wherein lack of communication is apparent. It speaks of the internal struggle one has to go through after a break up. It asks questions that never were answered. It is giving everything, all of you and yet never knowing why it was not enough.

My favorite lines would have to be; “My name was safest in your mouth.. why did you have to go and spit it out?”

Sonically, I really love the incorporation of the violin throughout the song, it exceptionally matched the vulnerable emotions and the expressive voice Camila has. It is the perfect blend. Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.

-Marga-

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Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,008

Warnings: fluff, maybe a swear word? but really just entirely fluff

Prompt: AU. Painter reader and Mechanical engineer student Dean Winchester. Reader decides that Dean gets to be her canvas today.

A/N: Betad by @taste-of-dean like two weeks ago, this fic has just been sitting waiting for me to post it but I got sidetracked by phxcon.

Originally posted by deanwinchestar

Y/N was in her favorite button down - the one that was covered in oil and acrylic colors, flicked, smeared and dotted in all different places. It was previously her fathers, though she had stolen it from his closet when she took her first art class her freshman year of high school. Dean always knew what was happening when she wore it.

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anonymous asked:

Ok so where "do I find the ENXP crowd"? Preferred habitat? Likes? Mating rituals? What to do if I spot one? Do they bite?

Haha, okay, I’m glad you asked because I’ve been procrastinating on making a post like this for awhile and now I gotta. So here goes. Also guys, I’m dividing this male/female so I’m sorry if it doesn’t apply to you, but I don’t have time for any more descriptions (this is gonna be long)

As written by a female ENTP who knows many ENXPs…

How to find ENTPs

Male

  • Male ENTPs look like the rest of the typical dudes around at first glance. But on closer inspection, they probably have a haircut that is supposed to be trendy but isn’t well-maintained and they also probably have crazy socks, or a crazy scarf, or are making some sort of stupid joke as you observe them
  • They joke all the time. Like there is not a time when you’re talking to them and they’re not thinking or talking about jokes. Could be memes, funny animals, slogans or advertisements…really just anything humorous. And they spew it.
  • They’re the annoying ones in the room. ENTPs are called “class clowns” but honestly I don’t find that to be a super accurate description of us since we’re pretty darn ambiverted. So it’ll be the guy in your class or office that’s really annoying yet funny and has outrageous philosophical or political views. Or has a crazy backstory/family life. Something crazy, I promise
  • Can be pretty shy or socially awkward, many ENTPs have Asperger’s
  • They are very silly and tacky. They wear comical shirts, have smirky expressions all the time, and are actual super softies. Like we’re talking hopeless romantic softie if they’re not super unhealthy. The stereotype is that ENTPs are “bouncy” with relationships and go from partner to partner, but that is largely untrue for both sexes. We may have a lot of partners, but we typically go into the relationship at least trying to make it work long term. It’s only that we break up with people a lot based on the fact that we feel like there’s a lot of stagnancy/we get bored/think that our partner is incompatible with us since we’re “hiding” our true selves, etc.
  • Really bad at using social media 
    • Most guys only have a few pictures on their pages, if they have a social media page at all (this is personal experience, not true for all of them, just seems to be a trend)
  • Wide variety of skills/ineterests/hobbies
    • ENTP friend loves skiing, lifting, exercising…and then is unhealthily obsessed with pug puppies and memes
  • Are usually friends with the STP crowd or the NF crowd, either or
    • Does usually have another NTP friend that’s pretty close to them

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Notes – Zach Dempsey x Reader

Summary: 13 Reasons Why. On tape number 7, as we all know, is the chapter of Zach Dempsey and the “joke” that makes Hannah with the note in her bag.

I heard this song while I was writing.

Words: 2590

Reader’s point of view.

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Your name: submit What is this?

What were they debating? I listened to many voices, each giving their opinions on the subject that was written on the board. It had turned out to be a suggestion from some of us, anonymously, it might even have tried one of my ideas, but I was sure I had not written anything and put it in the teacher’s bag. I went back to reading the blackboard, drugs, which is so much seen and boring. As if none of those around me knew the subject perfectly, and worse, they had put it into practice. I shrugged and continued to scribble in my notebook as I listened word after word, it was unbelievable that some defended the fact of being killed that way, and they did it in front of an authority. What a bah, at last was the life of everyone.

The bell rang, I sighed, relieved that the torture was finally over. I didn’t complain about the class, it was good as long as the subjects were of the same quality. Not any nonsense that we have been informed since we have “enough maturity” to cover those issues. It was urgent for me to be in college.

“Remember to check your bags!” Exclaimed the teacher in a jovial tone.

I smiled, it was a little exaggerated enthusiasm. I knew how many notes I would have in my bag, maybe one or two, I was safer than one. To get rid of some sermon, Skye and I made a pact, I left a note in her bag and she did the same in mine. We were friends, not intimate but whenever we took the paper we were giving a look and smile of complicity. And there it was, unfolding the piece of paper with a simple hello and an emoticon :P I laughed and put it in my pocket. I had another, I unfolded it, Sheri, and another … Zach? I frowned, he had never left me a note; instead, I thought I didn’t even know i existed for him. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye as he checked his bag, on the contrary, I knew he was on this planet and at school. For a few seconds I noticed his face of disappointment and I waited patiently to get something out of his bag, but nothing, now understood the reason of his expression. What the hell? How could someone as known as Zach Dempsey, basketball star, not have a note? In what world had we fallen? As far as I was concerned, the sportsman was the most beloved, even a Troy Bolton in person.  I buffet in my interior, how curious.

I bit my lip. I had never stopped to leave a note to the aforementioned, I thought that, with so many that would have, mine would be one more of the pile and insignificant. Because i liked him a lot, but, i wasn’t a cheerleader or someone with a notorious talent. I hated it when Mom dragged me to gym classes. And give encouragement? I barely and could give them myself before stepping into this jungle every morning.

“Another rabbit?” I heard to my left.

I turned to see Sheri and Hannah smile at the small drawing the latter held in her hands. I smiled when I saw it, how funny and tender. Hannah started to laugh. Apparently it was not the first time she received one but she seemed to love it.

“It’s beautiful,” I said. Both girls turned to see me and nodded.

I left the room even without reading the little note of Zach, I was dying of the emotion to know that said but also filled with fear. The main rule of notes on paper bags was that they should only leave positive messages, so it was more or less certain, never really known.

At lunchtime I was sitting with some friends with whom I didn’t share many classes, but we got together from the first year and they were very nice companies. In my hand I still held the paper already wrinkled by my nerves. They all knew about the class I took and also my taste for a sportsman, almost everyone encouraged me to read it at one time, others, wanted to keep an eye on it and warn me if it was worth that I knew its content or if It was just a bunch of crap. In the end, I took courage and decided it was time, however, before opening the paper I heard an angry scream on the other side of the cafeteria.

I turned. Zach Dempsey was standing in front of the person who had heard the scream, when it moved, we all realized that it was Hannah Baker. The place was silent, making that moment more uncomfortable between the two of them, and even for me. I had never seen those two together and to be honest, the reaction I got wasn’t good at all, I mean, Hannah was really beautiful, I could not compare to her. I crumpled the piece of paper again and hid it in the depths of my backpack. Whatever I said there, it would only serve to excite me.

Zach left the cafe in silence, without turning to see anyone. I also did it, but on the opposite side from where he had left.

Two days later

“Oh, fuck!” I exclaimed as I quickly stood up from the bench where I was resting with Skye. I had passed olympically from the cafeteria.

“What?” My friend seemed surprised by my reaction.

“I forgot my hearing aids in the communication class”

It was unforgivable that I would walk in this jungle without the faithful company of music. I just couldn’t believe I forgot them, they were my best friends. I said goodbye to her and I almost ran down the hall, there was a chance that I would never see them again and the money I had, I was saving for something else, if I invested in new hearing aids, I would have to practically start Of zero my savings, which wasn’t much by the way.

I dodged the people I ran into in the hallways. I looked like the devil’s soul, but I felt that with every second they were alone at my desk, more danger ran. I stopped to recover the air a few meters from the living room door. I wasn’t an athletic girl and this was too much of a stretch on my part, I needed to sit down soon.

When I looked to the front, I discovered that Hannah peered almost desperately into the classroom. I missed myself and I hit the lockers hoping to see what happened. She made several gestures, surprise, indignation but, at the end of all, sadness. But what was happening? I took a step with the intention of approaching her and investigating what she was spying … or who. Suddenly, the identity of the “stranger” was revealed. Zach came out of the classroom with a paper in his hands and the blank expression, almost guilty, seemed nervous. Had he finally received a note? So why his reaction like that?

“Why me, Zach? Why me?”

I jumped. I hadn’t realized how much the boy had advanced, but most of all, that Hannah had walked almost to my height. I felt her tear-filled eyes as she faced the boy for what to know. As in the cafeteria, we all fell silent, apparently this couple had a lot to show. I dared to look at Zach, even with the paper in his hands and his serious countenance, stopped in the middle of the hall and watched the one who had shouted at him, I couldn’t decipher the way he looked at her, but I could still feel guilty … Or maybe regret, it was hard to tell, Zach was a guy full of surprises.

Finally the tense atmosphere dissipated when he broke the bubble. He turned and left without even responding to Hannah. She turned, too.

“Hannah” I said without thinking, but she didn’t hear me and disappeared at one of the corners of the hall. I felt bad even though I didn’t know exactly what it was all about.

At the end of class, I decided that I didn’t want to go home soon and I remembered that for the moment the auditorium would be empty, the practices would not start for forty-five minutes, enough time to finish some homework or just read without the annoying murmurs Which were heard in the study area. I just wanted silence, to be with my music and the notebook in my lap. As I predicted, the place was empty, I smiled as I climbed the steps to be in the middle and proceeded with what I had planned, however, my concentration wasn’t in the equations in front of me, but rather in what had happened in the hallway does only a few hours. As I watched, Zach was a good guy, maybe something childish from time to time, but i couldn’t imagine that would bring against Hannah but above all, what will have done. I bit my pencil, he had a note in his hand when he left the classroom … What if it was not for him? What if it wasn’t from his bag? I bit the pencil harder, why did Hannah spy on him? why she? I got an idea of ​​what might have happened and maybe it would be related to what happened in the cafeteria.

My heart began to beat faster. I understood that he had some interest in her, of course. A hint of disappointment hugged me and I realized that I still hoped he would look at me, but how to do it if we have not even crossed words at any time? Or at least not to any class. I sighed.

I turned off the music on my phone, ready to leave. Being in school made me think about everything that happened here; At least at home I could be distracted by Netflix or loud music and hundreds and hundreds of homework. As he heard me around again, I heard the bounce of a ball, I looked up. Right in front of the basket I recognized Zach’s body, especially for the height. My heart raced on instinct and I hated it. So, I had two options, to leave like a ninja, that is to say, without being heard or to be seen, or to leave the shyness and cowardice and finally to speak to him. I bit my lip but cheered.

“Zach!” I exclaimed as I approached him.

He dropped the ball and turned to raise his eyebrows. Yes, I’m talking to you. I tried not to roll my eyes.

“Hey, Y/N” He greeted me as if greeting one of his friends. Well, it was a start.

“You’re good? You look kind of annoying ”

Conversation. I really needed some conversation.

“I’m fine.” He hesitated a little. “Did you read my note?”

His note? Holy sh*t! I had completely forgotten, had to remain in my backpack, crushed by my books and other nonsense. I bit my lip. My face was a poem and I knew I had given the answer to his question when he chuckled.

“I’m sorry” I whispered “It’s … it surprised me, I mean, I didn’t even think i existed for you”

“Why do you say that? You look like a great girl. I like your opinions in class, when the subject interests you”

I blushed. Zach Dempsey had watched me, and more than that, he seemed to know me at least a little of what I could have imagined after this conversation. I smiled. He was undoubtedly speechless.

“Anyway, I’ll see you later, Y/N”

He took the ball and walked to pick up his backpack and jacket. What? Had that been our whole conversation? I stood there as he left, then noticed that a piece of paper had fallen to him.

“Zach, wait!” I shouted but not hoping to be heard.

I went to where he had collected his belongings and took that forgotten paper. I know I should not read it, not even open it, but I was curious, whether it was the one Hannah had been angry about or was simply a task that was aimed at there. Anyway, I opened it and read its contents. My heart was broken as I read every word Hannah expressed there, her feelings, emotions, how she was happy to receive his drawing of rabbit every time we had communication, as a small detail illuminated her interior … and that Zach had snatched her away, so my conclusions weren’t so far-fetched. Zach Dempsey stole the bag notes from Hannah Baker!

With tears in my eyes and anger at something that didn’t belong to me, I ran to the parking lot, I knew the sportsman’s car and I was glad to find him, but above all, to him without leaving. He was throwing his backpack into the back seats when I confronted him.

“Why did you do it, Zach?”

He looked at me confused. I handed him the note and he took it, deserved to keep it as a constant reminder of his acts of immaturity. All because of a rejection? I had lived with at least three and that wasn’t stealing valuable belongings from each of them. I clenched my hands in fists, perhaps mine were simple jealousy, that his attention was on her not me, or perhaps the actions he did. I didn’t know and I didn’t stop to find out.

“You didn’t have to read this, Y/N.” He shook the note in front of my nose and tucked it in his pants pocket.

“I didn’t, but I did. Why are you so cruel? Why do that?”

“It’s just silly, I don’t know why you take it so hard” He opened the driver’s door “Besides, it’s supposed to be Hannah who should be here, you have nothing to do with this”

“Did you at least understand what that letter meant?”

I hated a lot when someone hurt someone else’s feelings, especially in such a stupid act as the sportsman had carried out.

“I’m sorry, alright? Is it what you want to hear? I won’t mess with that stupid bag ever again”

“You don’t have to apologize to me” I said seriously.

“But at least it made you happy, didn’t it? What I wanted to get when you read my note”

“What?”

Zach got into his car and started off at full speed exiting the parking lot.  I was stony again, staring only at the smoke that the car had lifted when it left. Make me happy?

Hyperventilating I knelt on the floor and began to pull my things out of my backpack wanting to look for that note. When I finally found it I unfolded it, wanting to smooth it, but the pile of wrinkles indicated that that was already impossible. I felt a lump in my throat as I read what I had written.

You look pretty in that color. Maybe someday you want to go out with me, because I want to go out with you.

“Oh, fuck!” I whispered, reading those words more than once.

I looked back to where I had seen her car one last time and I felt like the dumbest person in the world. Why had not I read the note when I had the chance?

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You were a person of many talents, but the one thing you could never conquer was the act of lying. That was why you prided yourself on being as honest as possible, but there came certain times where you had to give lying a try no matter how bad you were at it. 

“Good morning, everyone…” You hummed as you made your way down the stairs to see the dining room table already set up with place mats and dishes. Y/F/N had planned a brunch for the gang but unfortunately forgot to pay her gas bill so she had no way of cooking - Which explained why everyone was at your place instead. On a typical Sunday, you liked to sleep in and laze about all day, so the idea of waking up for a brunch wasn’t exactly making you go crazy. At least you were getting to eat free food. 

“There you are, lazy. Was wondering when you’d finally come down.” Y/F/N walked out with a stack of pancakes before setting them down on the table and wiping her hands on her apron. “Go on and take a seat. Your place is right across from Harry.” She pointed to the name card sitting neatly on your plate. 

“Why can’t I sit next to you instead?” 

It wasn’t like you hated Harry. Even though he was a dick to you and called you names and poked fun at you whenever he had the chance, you didn’t hate hate him. …What were you saying? Of course you hated him! You never knew why everyone thought he was so charming and sweet - He was a prick and you would give anything in the world to kick him right where the sun didn’t shine. With that being said… how exactly did you end up hooking up with him last night?

The details were blurry, but you remembered the gist of it. You remembered the feeling of his body pushing you up against your own front door. You remembered the feeling of his hands sliding down your back as he unzipped your dress. You remembered the feeling of his lips pressed against your neck while he thrust- 

“Because I spent a whole lotta time making those name cards, so you’re sitting where your name is placed.” You huffed when Y/F/N gestured to the seat again before you stomped over and plopped yourself down. You had kicked Harry out this morning after discovering him snoozing away next to you, (and you had forgotten there was a brunch happening) so seeing him literally an hour after you kicked him out was a tiny bit awkward. It would be fine! You just had to deal with him for a couple hours and then he’d be out of your hair. 

“Woah, what happened to you?” Liam asked, leaning forward a little to look at your neck. 

“What are you talking about?” You raised an eyebrow, instinctively reaching up to brush your fingers over your neck. 

“Someone got a little frisky last night, it looks like.” Harry cut in, your eyes flickering up to his. Immediately, your face scrunched into a small frown at the sight of his cocky smirk. “I wonder with who, though?” He hummed, raising his bottle to take a sip of water. “I’m sure you had a great time considering the number of hickeys he gave yeh. Are you sore too? You looked like you had trouble coming down the stairs.” This was why you didn’t want to ever get involved with Harry, but of course, drunk Y/N just had to take him home with her. He was usually cocky, but because he knew your guys’ night was well spent, he was ten times cockier. 

“I don’t remember his name. I do remember the sex was sloppy and only lasted three minutes. Not to mention, his mouth was like a bloody hoover. By the time he got in me, he practically turned into a jackhammer. Worst sex of my life.” You shrugged, glancing over at Harry to gage his reaction. His face had gone red and he looked like he wanted to murder you. You were lying, obviously, because the sex was amazing. But you’d never let him know that. 

“Ooh, yikes. That sucks. At least it’s over now, right?” Niall snorted, grimacing slightly. “What’s the matter wit’ you, Harry? You’ve gone all red.” 

“The sex was great and you know it!” Harry blurted out, your eyes widening slightly when the whole room went quiet. Well, there went your chance of hoping nobody would find out you hooked up with Harry. You had no choice but to own it. Yes, you had sex with Harry. Yes, it was great. But again - You’d never let him know that, for fear that his head would explode if you added to his already giant ego. 

“…Alright, Mr. Hoover-mouth. Whatever you say.” 

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