too blind to see it

I didn’t realize the truth of how I felt about you until I looked back. The photos, the words, the memories, they all came crashing down on me. Piece by piece. Smile by smile. And then I felt the tear run down my cheek. A surprise. But maybe it wasn’t. I was too blind then. Too young. Too afraid. I regret not seeing what I had. I regret not listening to my heart and listening to the words of others. I’m sorry, for the pain I caused your heart. You deserved better anyway. And next time I hope not to be the young fool who didn’t know her own heart.
—  my thoughts, my realizations, my regrets, my truths

At this point I am so disappointed with the voltron fandom

Guys, we’re so lucky you don’t have an idea
There’s other fandoms that are on hiatus for YEARS
We just get an entire season in one day and some of us are still whining because of shipping. Like ARE YOU SERIOUS?

-The galra!Keith theory was confirmed
-Shiro is missing
-Voltron was built by Alfor AND Zarcon as an alliance
-There’s a prince Lotor, who we don’t know is less or more dangerous than Zarcon
-Haggar is Altean or part Altean
-Matt is alive

That’s the stuff we should be talking about

matt murdock is the only person allowed to use the line ‘justice is blind’
  • what they say: im fine
  • what they mean: victuuri has been canon since episode one, we were all just too blind to see it. all our troubles and worries have melted away with this newest episode, we find out that victor has been crushing on yuuri since the beginning. he didn't fly across the globe to train a skater he just saw on the internet, he flew across the globe to fulfill yuuri's request at the banquet, when he was quite drunk, and asked victor to be his coach while sloppily grinding on him. this wasnt queerbaiting, this was the result of yuuri being a blackout drunk. victor has been in love with yuuri since day one. we, including yuuri, were all just lacking the memories needed to know it.
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get to know me meme (5 favorite male characters)

↳ [1/5] aaron burr (hamilton)

death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes. history obliterates, in every picture it paints, it paints me and all my mistakes. when alexander aimed at the sky, he may’ve been the first one to die but i’m the one who paid for it. i survived, but i paid for it. now i’m the villain in your history, i was too young and blind to see… the world was wide enough, for both hamilton and me.

Brooklyn Baby

I think I’m too cool to know ya //
You say I’m like the ice I freeze //
I’m churning out novels like //
Beat poetry on Amphetamines //

Capricorn ∞ Gemini ∞ Sagittarius

I think we’re like the wind and sea // 
You’re burning up, I’m cooling down // 
You’re up, I’m down // 
You’re blind, I see // 

Cancer ∞ Virgo ∞ Libra

They say I’m too young to love you // 
They say I’m too dumb to see // 
They judge me like a picture book //
By the colors, like they forgot to read //

Aquarius ∞ Aries ∞ Pisces

I’m talking about my generation //
Talking about that newer nation //
And if you don’t like it //
You can beat it //

Taurus ∞ Leo ∞ Scorpio

V: Aren’t you a little too short? You can barely see the top

Yoosung: Aren’t you a little too blind to see

When a blind woman was named Inquisitor, none of her inner circle expected the task before her to be easy. Neither did any of them expect her to face it alone. Each of them has their own task, a duty they have assigned themselves to make Elera Lavellan’s life just a little easier, a role they carry out with stubborn dedication. None of them say it, but they all know that every one of them would rather die than see someone else take their place.

Solas walks with her in the Fade, drawing her into his memories, conjuring up images of the places they’ve been. Only her body is blind, and in the Fade, she can see the echoes he creates for her. They stroll the ramparts of Skyhold together, a smile flickering around her mouth as she looks out on the rolling mountains, and he helps her memorise every staircase and passageway so that she might navigate them more easily in her sightless waking world. He shows her the Emerald Graves, so that she can stand beneath the trees and gaze at the million different shades of green the sunlight creates as it falls through the leaves. He shows her, despite his scorn, the Dalish camp they visited in the Exalted Plains, so that she can remember her own clan and feel, for a time, at home. They walk the paths of his memories together, he her hahren, and she, a student and friend he is proud to teach.

Varric does what an author does best - he puts the world around them into words. When they reach the top of a slope and let out gasps of awe at a view that Elera can’t see, he steps up to describe it to her, painting every detail with the best words he can think of until she smiles and whispers, I can picture it. He does the same with the people they meet, telling her everything from the colour of their hair to how high she has to look to meet their eyes. Leave it to the others to do the basics, helping her to make it through the world. Varric’s duty is to make that world beautiful.

Sera is the one who climbs. Up the piles of rocks, balancing on beams and narrow ledges, clambering onto rooftops and jumping between gaps. She hates those creepy shards, but Elera says they’re important, and Sera’s damned if she’s letting a blind woman go hauling herself up those frigging rock piles to reach them. Elera would do it if someone else didn’t, stupid stubborn woman, and Sera doesn’t want to see her fall and get herself killed. Because even though she’s an elf, an elfy elf, a really elfy elf who wants those pissing elfy shards to open that elfy temple… somehow, they ended up as friends. Real good friends. And Sera was never one to let her friends get hurt.

Vivienne picks out her wardrobe, not only for all those soirees and balls that the Inquisitor is obliged to make an appearance at, but for day to day wear. Just because practicality is Elera’s greatest concern - finding something with few buttons she needs to fumble at and few fastenings to struggle with - doesn’t mean she should be forced to sacrifice fashion. Vivienne seeks out fine silk and velvet for her, fabrics that a Dalish elf could never have heard of or touched before. She finds tunics in rich turquoise to match her vallaslin, and, for special occasions, a ballgown in pale silvery-blue, so unearthly against her pale skin that she almost seems to be wearing moonlight.

Dorian reads to her. It starts with him making some remark about a book on spirit magic he’s been browsing through. That sounds interesting, she says, could you read that passage to me? And before long it’s a tradition. She comes to the library, he finds a book, they sit in chairs facing each other and Dorian reads. At first it’s mostly tomes on magical theory, but soon, he’s narrating a new chapter of Hard In Hightown every evening, and a little circle gathers around them to listen, all of them catching their breath in unison over the dramatic parts and groaning whenever Varric ends things with yet another cliffhanger.

Cassandra has always been at home on the battlefield, and right from the start, she appoints herself the task of making sure that Elera can feel at home there too. Two rage demons, approaching from the right, and three wraiths, she roars, as the rift splits open and pours the Fade’s denizens forward.  One Red Templar in heavy armour, one archer. Just the simplest things, the things that tell Elera where to stand and what spell to use. There’s nothing she can do to make the bellowing of demons and the clashing of weapons less chaotic - but she can try to bring some kind of order out of the chaos. That’s what she does best, after all.

Bull takes it upon himself to make sure she can indulge in all the things the others won’t let her. Honestly, they treat her like she’s made of glass sometimes, and he knows it infuriates her, knows that she doesn’t want to be coddled. She’s blind, not a child. So he’s the one who makes sure she drops into the Herald’s Rest like all the others, the one who buys her a drink and lets her vent. She rarely has more than one or two, but all the same, he walks with her back to her room afterwards. Leaders have as much right to let themselves go as anyone from time to time. The fact that this leader can’t see doesn’t make the damnedest bit of difference to that.

Cole helps. He appears from thin air to guide her up staircases and through passageways when she needs it - but only when she needs it, because he knows she wants to stand alone as much as she can. And since she can’t see the curl of another man’s lip or the twitch of his brow while she speaks to him, Cole reads people for her, telling her the things she can’t pick up from their words and their tone. To him, her lack of eyesight means nothing. She’s a person, like all the others, and her thoughts are the same as everyone else’s. 

And Blackwall stands beside her. Where he’s meant to be. He’s the shield between her and everything that could ever possibly hurt her, the hand that flashes out to catch her when she stumbles and the weapon that cuts down the enemy who dared to get close. He’s the arm she rests her hand on as they go about their travels, the voice that tells her the path’s getting steeper or take it slow, there’s a sharp drop to the right. At first it’s an obligation, the duty of a soldier who’s seen men suffer a thousand different wounds from war, losing eyesight and limbs and sanity and Maker knows what else. He knows how to help someone whose body isn’t quite whole. 

But it becomes more than that, so much more. She is so strong, so capable, so determined to face all the trials thrown at her by a world she can’t see - but she can’t protect herself from everything. Just as he has needed her, needed her calm kindness and her dauntless faith in him, so she needs him to be her first and last line of defence. He knows, as the rest don’t (all right, Cole probably does, but all the normal rest don’t) that the one thing Elera Lavellan fears is oblivion. Being lost and alone with nothing to guide her.

She won’t have to face oblivion while he’s still breathing. She will always be able to reach out for him and find him there, to hear him tell her, I’m here, my lady. To which she responds with a smile and a murmur - I know, vhenan. Thank you.

She is his fortress, he is her shield, and nothing in the world can touch them.

to every sapphic/wlw out there struggling right now: its going to be okay. i know it may seem like everything is going wrong in your life right now, and you cant see it ever getting better. but guess what? it will get better, because you are a wonderful, beautiful, amazing individual that is worth it. you have so much potential and even if the people around you are too blind to see that, i can. i can and i know what a star you are. so hold on tight, and keep pressing on.

The World Was Wide Enough

Burr: I was too young and blind to see

Eliza: you’re 47 years old aaron shut the fuck up

im honestly still so impressed by the level of fandom-wide denial re: the ending of botfa tbh? all of us could be gathered together watching thorin’s death scene or The Funeral™ and we’d still be like ‘so anyway do you think bilbo is going to stay in erebor after the battle or will thorin renounce the throne and go back to the shire with him?’ without even batting an eye it’s as if we’ve collectively cancelled the idea that bilbo and thorin didn’t end up together and replaced it with every single other possible scenario lmao

I love how strong Kanan is in the force now. That bridge is huge and he doesn’t even break a sweat. The gap is so big Ezra can’t jump it, but Kanan can without any kind of run up. Actually, I don’t think Anakin or Obi-Wan has jumped anything like that in Clone Wars without help or nearly falling off.

Kanan is strong and has always been very strong. The way he lifts Ezra and squashes the Inquisitor against the ceiling proves that. But this season it’s Master territory. Actually it’s Master Yoda territory even.

I’m theorizing that Kanan’s blindness allows him too “see” past weight and size more than others, something that Luke struggled with. Actually something that most Jedi struggle with. The concentration and the belief that it’s possible to lift something like that bridge, and keep it afloat while people cross it?

Kanan is a Jedi Master now ppl.

Death doesn’t discriminate
between the sinners and the saints,
it takes and it takes and it takes.
History obliterates, in every picture it paints.
It paints me and all my mistakes.
When Alexander aimed at the sky,
he may have been the first one to die.
But I’m the one who paid for it.

I survived, but I paid for it.

Now I’m the villain in your history.
I was too young and blind to see.
I should’ve known, I should’ve known,
the world was wide enough…
—  Hamilton, “The World Was Wide Enough”
This Kursun guy is getting out of control

He is now making fun of VIXX? (cr)

And he is asking for an apology 

“Turkish ‘The Voice’ contestant demands Starlights apologize instead“

Like, wtf?????

This just shows how ignorant he is. But he’s gaining followers and attention. So instead of mentioning him or bothering with tweeting him when he’s just too blind to see that he’s VERY wrong, let’s just report his account, talk to The Voice Turkey demanding a proper apology. 

This is his account @kursunofficial <— Don’t talk to him, just report his account

This is the VOICE’s account  @osesturkiye <— demand that he apologizes ON AIR. 

Turkish Starlights, please help us translate a proper message to be sent to The Voice. 

Thank you

At Last

Originally posted by wandamaixmoff


Request: Hi. Can you do one where reader and Newt are BFFs and they travel together. She loves him but don’t want to destroy their friendship so she keeps quiet and when they meet Tina she is jealous? Newt is too blind to see that something’s wrong. Thank you

(A/N: The amount of support I’ve been getting on “Let This Be A Sign” is astounding! Thank you so much~ On top of that, the follower count on this blog has doubled and I honestly couldn’t be happier! Thank you so much on all of your requests and asks, they really do make the writing process easier! Thank you for the prompt, I had a tough time with this one, but I hope it’s to your liking! Also: minor spoiler alerts if you haven’t seen the movie yet! xx


There was nothing that you loved more than being with your creatures- except, maybe Newt himself.

For the past three years you and Newt have traveled to great lengths, all over the world, and the affection that you had for him wasn’t sudden, in fact, it blossomed as time progressed.

When you first met Newt, you thought he was silly- but sweet. The way he would walk was absolutely endearing to you, sort of pigeon toed like, and the way he would listen to you about your hopes and aspirations was everything, really- but what really doomed you in the end was probably his heart. You absolutely adored the way he would act with his creatures, in fact, he wasn’t Newt whenever he was around them. He was Mummy.

Of course you would never say anything regarding your feelings for him, in fact, you two were so close- he easily called you his best friend on numerous occasions. (Which really wasn’t something you wanted to hear, but whatever.)

Your feelings might have been a bit obvious to everyone else when you encouraged him on practically everything he wanted to do, but you would’ve done that regardless.

The night that he nervously explained to you that he wanted the two of you to go to America, you found yourself agreeing off the bat. “I think we should go,” you said, “let’s take Frank home.”

Newt’s response was a simple smile that could’ve easily put the sun to shame.

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