to say something anyway

Don’t be fooled by the flow of my 

Words

nor the glide in my

                Step

I may speak words that taste like 

                            Honey

to the ears

Take strides that sound like

                                             Music

to the eyes 

But I am a 

                                                            Dork

anonymous asked:

y + j sitting together at the SMAs!!! And J touching and leaning on Y.... ;~; Do you think Y was mindful of the cameras and the people all around them and that's why he was slightly tense/unresponsive? It's sad and also cute to imagine how the two of them are always aware that they have to be careful in the public eye and have to hold back, but then J is a softy and in love and unable to resist the need to be close to Y sometimes :')

it was so nice

yeah i think the two of them are always aware of the cameras but also y has never really been touchy this amount (j has always been like this) but u can see how quietly he reacts to it (he never pulls away when j starts to lean on him, the way he turns his head like he’s saying something to him, shoulders relaxing). anyways yeah they love each other :’)

me, a sensitive and very emotional person who cries easily and can’t take any criticism: i wanna fight someone

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happy wednesday my dudes <3

(mila says something like “i want to take you to bed but don’t worry you wont’s sleep”, and georgi says “anya” :’) )

It’s awesome to be able to draw Mark with his black hair again

Being an hero isn’t half as glamorous as they make it sound, really

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I drew a compilation of just a few of my favorite Ritsu moments!! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

“He has his things and I have mine,” she says, as she loiters around any and all of Louis’ work obligations and cancels work and even spends holidays away from home for some prime snap time.

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Sometimes it makes things hard, but Kuroo doesn’t really mind

shadowhunters fluff/sitcom/everyone is happy universe episode 1: pet shop

jace wants to get a pet to therapeutically heal from the falcon story and the gang goes along for moral support

once confronted with all the pups and kits and adorable faces the gang is suddenly much more invested and investigate ‘for jace’

luke is kind of bummed at first bc he used to love animals but now that hes a werewolf animals are always scared of him. but he doesnt want to ruin everyone elses fun so he tries to stay out of trouble and drifts to the back where he finds a wall of reptiles. one thin green one seems to be looking right at him. ‘just like harry potter’ luke thinks, smiling to himself. it is just like harry potter, luke. he tentatively reaches into its cage and picks it up. it wriggles around in his hands contentedly and wraps itself around his wrist. its smooth cold skin is refreshing since luke usually runs pretty hot since the change. he turns around to show someone his new friend (hopefully simon since hes always been terrified of snakes) and sees magnus holding a 30 pound yellow python around his shoulders. ‘just like britney’ whispers luke. ‘JUST LIKE BRITNEY!’ cheers magnus.

izzy and alec, meanwhile, gravitate towards the kitties and puppies respectively. they playfully banter over the differences between cat and dog people, quickly becoming less casual and more competitive. they give each other a look. cut to 10 minutes later theyre giving their troops battle speeches before they send them down the racetracks and obstacle courses they made out of treat boxes, jimmy jabs style

clary and simon go with jace to look at the hamsters and mice and bunnies. jace, with at least 2 tiny soft little furballs in each hand and a tear in his eye: ‘theyre okay i guess.’ simon and clary politely ignore his sniffling, even when he uses a guinea pig’s fur to dry his tears. clary and simon are good friends. theyre all amusing themselves picking out animals that remind them of the rest of the gang when simon says ‘guys. uh.’ by some wacky twist of circumstance simon has managed to release every single rodent in the store. ‘we should tell someone’ simon says intelligently, eyes wide with worry. ‘NO WE SHOULDNT WE CAN HANDLE IT’ jace and clary whisper frantically, eyes wild with determination. as it turns out, they can not handle it. they can not handle it at all.

afterwards, you stretch empty fingers
into dream-space, wishing
for your own adventure. you pray
 
your hand closes around a dragon egg,
a jewelled sword-hilt,
a bloodstained rose, a crown.
 
you keep your eyes on your shadow,
keep your eyes open
as night’s breathing slows, waiting.
 
the air smells like snow, sharp and clean;
you exhale hard, picturing smoke-clouds,
picturing flames. patience remains
 
fleet-footed as a nymph, her laugh
as mocking. renown lives in distant mountains
past realms unknown, but here,
 
beauty grabs your wrist as you pass,
a bright-eyed temptress draped
in frozen pine needles.
 
afterwards, you build your own story.
you name your favourite pen,
compare word counts like a kill count, argue
 
the merits of quality over quantity. palms
dripping dream-dust, you shape your own world,
your own adventure, chase magnificence
 
at the speed of thought — you know it is yours,
surely as the long-lost heirs of faraway lands
believe in a waiting throne.
—  glorification, for @mirrorsandwindowsabstractedfocus