this song gives me beautiful

the true beauty and the beast ‘gay moment’

  • “who needs her when you’ve got us?”
  • “it’s never going to happen ladies”
  • “I’m not done with you yet” - “me neither”
  • LeFou looking dreamy and biting his bottom lip when Gaston says “picture it LeFou (…) adorable children running around while my love rubs my tired feet”
  • LeFou’s dreamy look turning into a frown the second Gaston adds ‘but what does Belle say?”
  • the whole Gaston song
  • “LeFou you’re the best. How is it no girl has snatched you up yet?” - “I’ve been told I’m clingy, but I really don’t get it” + the Look
  • the nose boop
  • the dance with Stanley at the end

basically pretty much all the lefou scenes were gay because he’s gay af it wasn’t even subtext it was obvious and subtle at the same time goodbye


3rd floor in Nonhyeon-dong, Thank you~ [BTS- 이사 (Move)]

Psychic: *reads my mind*

Me: *carmilla theme song on repeat for 50000000 years*

Psychic: what the fuck


One Piece AMV - I’ll be good


SnapChat Edits-The Real World


Nightwish - Élan

song of the soldier husband

I was sent this gorgeous poem by the lovely @barbarianinlove . Here is the story she shared to go with it:

I can’t stop thinking that you should red a spanish poet that I love. He was a soldier in the spanish civil war, and he went to battle while his wife was pregnant. He loved her deeply. Sadly he went to jail and received letters from his wife telling him that she couldn’t feed their son, so she had to put an onion into his mouth to make him stop crying. He died in jail after writing the most beautiful and sad poems. He reminds me a lot of Jamie and Claire. His name is Miguel Hernández and this poem gives me goosebumps. It’s called Song of the Soldier Husband. I thought you would like it.

Embrazos to you, my new friend from Spain!



I have sown your womb with love and seed,
prolonged the echo of blood I answered
and I wait in the furrow as the plough waits:
I have reached into the depths.

Dar-haired girl of high towers, lights and eyes,
wife of my skin, deep gulp of my life,
your mad breasts swell towards me, with the leap
of a pregnant doe.

You seem to me like a delicate crystal,
I fear with my lightest touch I’ll break you,
and I come with my soldier’s skin to reinforce
your veins like a cherry-tree.

Mirror of flesh, support for my wings,
I give life to you in the death they give me but do not take.
Woman, woman, I love you encircled by bullets,
troubled by lead.

Over the fierce coffins in ambush,
over the dead themselves without grave or remedy,
I love you, and long to kiss you with all my heart
until we turn to dust, my wife.

When I reach the battlefield I think of you
my brow not cooling or calming your image,
you approach me like a vast horizon
of hungry teeth.

Write for the battle: feel for me in the trenches:
here with my gun I invoke and fix your name,
and defend your poor womb that awaits me,
and defend your child.

Our child will be born with a clenched fist,
clothed in the clamour of triumph and guitars,
and I will leave my soldiering at the door
toothless and clawless.

One must murder to go on living.
One day I’ll enter the far-off shadows of your hair,
and sleep in sheets starched and crackling
sewn by your hand.

Your implacable legs advance towards childbirth,
and your implacable mouth with indomitable lips,
and prior to my solitude of explosions and breaches
you travel a road of implacable kisses.

The peace I am forging shall exist for the child.
And at last in an ocean of irremediable bones
your heart and mine will shipwreck, leaving
a woman and a man, exhausted by kisses.

– Miguel Hernández