there are girls that have kindness in their bones instead of blood
whose smiles are lighting bolts in the middle of a rainstorm
whose words are sunsets after centuries of darkness
there are girls that have war in their souls
whose hands are tired from forming fists they have to hide
whose feet walk a thousand miles to hold signs and shatter the rules
there are girls that are wild, that are free
whose fingers are covered with dirt as they make flowers grow
whose bodies ache as they run through the moonlight forests
there are girls, all types, all shapes, all loves, all lives
and they belong wherever they chose to plant their feet
they belong with a gavel in hand, they belong with dresses swirling
they belong with paint splattered faces, with trophies in display cases
they belong in the kitchen, they belong in the arena,
these are the girls who are armed with smiles and wit
these are girls who are holding onto each other
these are girls who have the universe telling them they can be anything
and these are the girls who take up space and make noise
and they are made of fireproof and starlight as they take their thrones
These Girls are You, These Girls Are Me by Abby S
Prompt: Can you do a Wonder Woman x reader where the reader is her daughter and just fluff and stuff. + Prompt for Wonder Woman could be her finding a gang of street kids and taking them under her wings!!
“I don’t know Clark, if Bruce believes it’s not a great idea, hear him out.” Diana said into her phone, heels clicking on the cracked and aging cement of the London sidewalk. This part of the city had definitely seen better days and it brought Diana sorrow to think back on a time when these boarded up houses and decrepit buildings had once been habitable many years ago.
“We don’t have time for a new plan Diana.” Clark sighed on the other end, thousands of miles across the ocean. Honestly, Diana had better things to be doing than mediating this pissing contest between the two most stubborn men she’s ever met. Sadly, even though she wasn’t a part of this mission she was still heavily invested in the results.
“Just talk to him Clark. Come to a compromise. We only get one shot at this to get this right.” Diana urged. Clark immediately started saying something else but Diana didn’t hear any of that. What she heard was a commotion coming from a nearby alley.
“Just leave me alone Johnny!” A young girl sobbed scrunching her eyes closed and turning her face away to face the brick wall of the alley.
“I’ve got to go, Clark.” Diana mentioned, not bothering to hear his response before hanging up.
Before Diana could think she crossed the street and strode until she towers over the pre teen boy bothering this poor young girl. Diana’s form casted a shadow over the two children. The girl caught onto the change in lighting and stared up wide eyed at the statuesque Amazonian that appeared out of nowhere.
“What are you going to do? Run to your mommy?” He taunted and made a move to yank at the girl’s ponytail but before he could, Diana snatched his hand and lifted him effortlessly with one hand by the scruff of his neck, much like a misbehaving cub.
“Is this boy bothering you?” Diana asked the girl. She nodded and wiped the tears from her cheeks with her tattered and dirty sleeve. Diana turned her gaze back to the boy and gave him a glare that would shake the gods themselves.
“You will leave this girl alone from now on. If I catch you bothering her again I will unleash the full wrath of the gods and will inform your parents of your behavior. Do we have an understanding, young man?” Diana asked. The boy nodded in agreement and Diana set him down. As soon as his feet were on the ground he took off running. When the boy was out of sight, Diana turned back to the girl and kneeled down so that she was at her level.
“Did he hurt you?” Diana asked, looking over the girl for any hint of injury.
“No. Johnny just likes to make fun of me.” She explained in a small voice.
“Where are your parents, little one?” Diana questioned. The girl looked down at her shoes that were dirt covered, three sizes too large, a littered with holes that exposed her small little toes.
“I don’t have any.” She replied, refusing to meet Diana’s gaze. Diana’s heart clenched for the girl. To be homeless in London at such a young age at the precipice of the winter season seemed a fate worse than death. She couldn’t just look away and let this continue to happen.
“Then it’s settled. You’ll come home with me. I’ll set you up with hot food, fresh clothes, a bath and a soft bed in no time.” Diana promised, holding her hand out to the girl in offering. The girl looked up to Diana with fresh tears brimming in her eyes before slipping her tiny hand into Diana’s palm.
“You’re really nice.” The poor little girl commented in a small innocent voice. Diana smiled warmly down at the girl as she stood up straight and started walking hand in hand with the girl out of the alley and towards her warm, comfortable London flat.
“Little one, as long as I am breathing I swear to you on the gods you will never live another day on the streets.” Diana promised the girl. The girl stopping in her tracks in the middle of the sidewalk and held up her delicate curled pinky up to Diana.
“Do you pinky swear?” She asked. Diana chuckled at the girl’s sweet innocence but ultimately interlocked her pinky with the girl’s. It would seem a ‘pinky swear’ meant more to the child than any amount of promises to the gods.
“I pinky swear.” Diana affirmed. The girl nodded once and started leading Diana in the direction that they were previously walking, chatting a mile a minute and asking a thousand questions about her new home.
Summary: To move on with your life after your break up with Yoongi, you had to get away from him mentally and physically. While Yoongi can’t get you off of his mind, he knew he needed you back but once he returns from tour to apologize, you were long gone.
You were both standing in the middle of your messy bedroom apartment, with red faces, heavy breathing, with the sound of heart strings getting pulled to their breaking point. You put a hand on your forehead and ran it through your hair and sighed heavily.
“So that’s it?” Yoongi picked his gaze up from the ground to finally look at you. The yelling, the screaming, the items that were being thrown it took a lot out of him. He was surprised to even hear a calm voice leave you right now. “You ignore me for a few days, apologize, then you come over and end things?”
“Y/N this isn’t working and we both know it.” You scoffed, licked your lips and turned your head to the side with a smile on your face and looked down at the ground with your hands on your hips.
“Could have fooled me Min Yoongi, I was definitely not expecting this.” You picked up a sweatshirt of his that was on the ground and walked over to him and slammed it to his chest while striding past him. He held the sweatshirt with both of his hands and followed you, like a lost puppy.
You opened up the front door and stood to the side. “Now get the fuck out of my house.” And Yoongi walked out, and the last thing he heard was a door slam and a picture frame falling to the ground.
That was it. He was out of your life. But why wasn’t the weight that he felt on his shoulders being lifted off? It wasn’t something he could worry about right now, he had other problems to focus on.
While you were on the inside of your apartment, your tough facade came tumbling down as you fell to your knees and the water droplets left your eyes.
Your world was tumbling down.
*End of flashback*
Walk a thousand miles
Just to see her (see her)
And he knew, as he was twirling around in his chair in his studio at late hours, why he wasn’t focused. He knew, that every time he stayed late, that exactly at 2:05am his mind would wander, and it would wander to you. No matter how hard he tried to get rid of you, to get you out of his thoughts, you always resurfaced.
And with time, he started doing it on purpose. He started staying late just so he could think about you. How he could hear your laugh perfectly in his mind, how your voice would be heard in his ears whenever he did something, it was like you were a ghost following him around - and he found joy in it.
“No.” Yoongi threw his pencil at the sheet of paper and laid back in his chair while adjusting his hat. Everything he wrote down, it somehow managed to be about you. He closed his eyes, and it was like a dream, like you were there, massaging his shoulders and telling him to take a break. And with that, he startled awake and turned around to make sure you weren’t actually there. But the door was opening, and the only person that came in was Namjoon.
With a yawn, he managed to say, “Yoongi we gotta go.”
“Joon, I’m almost done.” Namjoon rolled his eyes, and approached Yoongi to look over his shoulder at his work. He wasn’t surprised to see a song about love again.
“Going back to Y/N?” Yoongi just nodded, he couldn’t say no, Namjoon was right. He always went back to you, you were kind of his motivation right now.
“Yeah,” He stood from his chair and turned off the desk lamp. “It’s like she won’t leave my mind.” He pushed the chair in, and grabbed his wallet and notebook.
“That’s what love does.” Namjoon replied as they walked out of the studio and shut the door behind them. Silence fell over them for a bit, but not long until Namjoon spoke up again. “You’d still do anything for her wouldn’t you?”
Summary: After the fall of SHIELD, The Winter Soldier slowly breaks through his HYDRA programming while on the run. As he makes his way out of America on foot, The Winter Soldier slowly rediscover himself, as Bucky Barnes.
or, the story where Bucky decides to get reacquainted with his past his own way.
A/N: This is different than what I usually do, but I’m really liking this style so far and I’m having a blast writing this. That being said, I really do appreciate any feedback you can give me on this, thanks!
I have only seen the Broadway version of the phantom and I haven't read the book yet. could you explain who dargoa and the Persian are or
LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE DAROGA:
The Persian is a major character in the book. He basically tells you Erik’s history. Erik refers him as the ‘Daroga’ (which means police-chief in Persian). He also tell you the end of the novel and what happened.
He was a police-chief in the court of the Shah when Erik was in Persia. He called these years ‘The rosy hours of Mazenderan’ and I imagine he was great friends with Erik. hehehe or more if you catch my drift ok ill shut up
He has a servant called Darius. We love Darius.
Daroga is really fond of Erik, so fond, when the Shah ordered to execute Erik, he helped Erik escape. But the news spread about their escape, and the Shah-in-Shah punished the Daroga.
Daroga later travels to Paris to find Erik, which he did. He would walk 500 miles, and he’ll walk 500 more, just to be the man who walked a thousand miles to fall down at your door. That’s amore.
He is seen a lot at the Opera then, wandering backstage. He mostly goes to Erik’s house, playing chess and shit. Sometimes Erik goes to the Daroga’s apartment.
In the novel, it’s the Daroga who goes with Raoul to Erik’s house but they end up in the torture chamber. You had one job guys.
Erik tried to drown the Daroga twice. What an ungrateful, little shit. This is why he only has one friend.
Little fact (which I don’t know it’s true, but still), the time Leroux wrote the novel, there was a mysterious Persian Prince, who often was seen at the Paris Opera.
AND THEN IN THE SUSAN KAY’S NOVEL WE GET TO KNOW:
He’s given the name Nadir Khan. He’s distantly related to the Shah. So he’s royalty. (hehe wink wink nudge nudge)
But still a hunk police-chief. Do not fear.
He brings Erik’s ass to Persia. He falls ill during the travel, and Erik saves him.
Nadir is a widower, losing his wife Rookheeya at childbirth and has not remarried since. His son Reza is dying of Tay-Sachs-disease.
Erik entertains Nadir’s son, and helped him in his last months.
Erik and Nadir become really close friends, though they won’t admit it (The classic ‘It’s not like I love you or anything IDIOT’ type).
Nadir saves Erik when he got poisoned during political affairs. Then save him again when the Shah wanted him dead. Nadir saves a lot. Such a kindhearted, precious guy.
He deserves so much more
Give him a movie
Only starring him bitching at Erik
THAT’S ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW. OH. He doesn’t like cats.
Passions are deep and unyielding with Venus in the eighth. The individual’s personal power is magnetic, stormy, and filled with every breath of the elements. Desires are ferocious and she seeks experiences that allow her soul to move and her body to evaporate. She perishes multiple times over, with relationships triggering her descent into blackouts and deep psychological trauma and transfiguration. There is a tremendous need for interpersonal attachment, that which transcends physical touch and lifts the spirit into a glorious bonding of astral states. It is important for the individual to form deep, unbreakable emotional and soul level communions with other people. She is typically disinterested in superficial people and seeks partners who arouse her curiosity, erotic ecstasies, and volcanic inner fire. Sweet saccharine Venus could be uncomfortable in the eighth house, because it is intense and dominating. Here in the eighth Venus is adorned in black and gold with flames under her feet and a clam of sorcery in her hand.
Venus in the eighth people demand loyalty and commitment, in return they will bind their blood and guard you from every element. There may be themes of jealousy or dominating behavior, but this is only because the individual has ultra high defenses and fears vulnerability and betrayal. The feeling of having two souls entwine into a heavenly melody is insatiable and triggers her deepest desires of ascending into nothingness with an etheric body cradled in hers. There may be a level of conflict and chaos in relationships that create a tighter bond and promote transformations that allow for more collaborative social behavior. There is something flowery, seductive, and ornate about the macabre aspects of life, think of a jeweled coffin and fully made up corpse, the aesthetic brilliance of unwrapping the tight skin wrapped around her soul and giving birth to a new life within herself. The individual is highly receptive socially and easily intuits manipulative behavior and treachery. It’s like she has a Scorpio antenna that encodes the hidden motives and desires circulating within everyone. It can be next to impossible to deceive her, people’s most private thoughts are broadcasted directly into her. She is hyper sensitive to the psychic undercurrents flowing forth in the social scene.
Dane Rudyhar comments that Venus in the eighth individuals experience all manners of self renewal and personal reorientation in terms of religious or social ideas. The person may bring about great conversation and change in the way society values the spirit and its role in harmonizing humanity. Love is absolutely soul exhuming for the individual, it’s like she could really ‘love you to death’. Love never dies a natural death with Venus in the eighth it remains a sort of century long agreement, one where spirits touch and reunite. The mysteries of the world and the question of where is she going after this life bring about a kind of erotic curiosity in the individual, and she will relish amongst those who share her profound philosophies and secret inquest. At the bottom of the sea storm lies a broken Venus, she has been bruised and burned by the eighth house fire, but a thousand miles above, walking on water, is the new Venus, glowing like a bleached pearl, rising from the ashes of her old selves, saturating humanity a love that burns a hole in the soul.
“I would jump off a bridge, swim until i see land, walk a thousand miles on wounded knees hungry, thirsty and exhausted JUST to be able to punch Gabriel in his giant schnoz.”
-Drunk Will herondale (I’m sure)
in celebration of reaching a huge milestone for this blog and museinspo’s first birthday, under the cut you’ll find 229 quotes that can be used for verse and otp tags. they’ve been categorised into different ship types ( eg. general ships, long distance, toxic, fwb, exes, and many more ) so some quotes may appear under more than one category. i do, however, recommend checking out all the categories !! they were simply listed by my own interpretation and definitely aren’t limited to a certain ship type in the slightest. the pronouns used are simply what was in the original line but can obviously be changed to fit your ship. depending on personal preference, some may be a little too long but can be shortened down pretty easily. i believe that covers it all !! if you find this useful, please do like and/or reblog ! thank you for supporting this blog so much and i hope you enjoy !
[author’s note]: first off, i’d like to apologize greatly to anonymous about the long long long long long long long wait on this imagine, you guys don’t even know how much i hate myself. but I’M BACK BITCHES!
YOU let out a loud squeal as your heart thumps rapidly against your ribcage. The corners of your mouth pull your lips into a wide smile. Your eyes crinkle as small giggles slip off of your tongue. Your chest is filled with ecstatic and joyous shocks of excitement and adrenaline.
Shawn’s large hands have a strong grip on your hips, pulling you against him so that he can wrap his arms around your waist. Laughs escape his throat, at the sight of your happiness. He picks you up off of your feet, spinning you around.
“Shawn!” You squeal as he sets you down. Your heart pounds in your chest at a rapid, almost violent pace as his hands trail up and down your body, finally resting on your hips. He looks down upon your small figure, a grin etched on his face.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers; you blush. “Have I ever told you that before, Y/N?”
You shyly shake your head, snaking your arms up and around Shawn’s neck affectionately.
“Well you are, love.” Shawn’s dark orbs stare deeply into your own, before he rests his forehead on yours.
This type of affection and love towards each other had occurred in the past on multiple occasions. Because of your past, you’d known Shawn for years, and you’d always been close. Your parents had always been the best of friends as you had lived in the same neighborhood back in Pickering, therefore that kind of made you and Shawn best friends from the get-go.
Your friends, strangers and even family always thought you two were a thing; based on how close and comfortable you both were towards each other. Your parents had even pointed out the weird, yet content sexual tension surrounding the both of you all the time.
Even after several years of this same type of affection, you still had never been used to it. It was flattering, to say the least, but you’d never been the one to do the whole ‘relationship’ thing. What made the whole situation even ‘weirder’ was the fact that you were only sixteen. This might have only been weird to you because most guys stopped and stared at you, coming onto you, but you’d simply either shrug it off or politely ask them to leave you alone.
Being so young, you had not a clue what love was. You always had a clue of what it was, yet you never knew the exact meaning and purpose of it. You wanted to find out, but you weren’t sure how far you wanted to venture out of your comfort zone at this age and time.
Anyways, coming up on the age of fourteen, you soon had realized this weird feeling you always had in your stomach when you were around Shawn (which was quite often since you were neighbors and the closest of friends). You felt at home, safe with Shawn, as if he were your own paradise; your own sanctuary.
As the next two years flew by, these strange and desolate feelings failed to suppress themselves. What did this mean? Thanks to the education you inherited from your parents and experienced figures you called your ‘friends’, you soon realized you loved Shawn. How could this be? You didn’t even know what love was. At this young of an age? Did he feel the same way?
As bizarre and out of the ordinary as it sounded, you soon had to face the music. All of the small gestures and motions he made in your presence made your heart flutter, which you only assumed came out of the love you had for him. Being the naïve and lovesick girl you were, you had never tried to truly find out the way that he felt towards you. You couldn’t help but wonder, however.
The flirting, name calling, everything was so surreal, you were overwhelmed.
Leaving small, chaste kisses, Shawn trails his lips from your cheek, down to your jaw and finally on your neck, where he lightly bites the flesh on your neck to your delight. Leaning your head back, you offer Shawn more access to your neck as your eyes flutter shut and a small giggle leaves your lips.
Soon enough, he makes his way back up to your cheek and stops. For a moment, he stares into your eyes once more, and his gaze flickers to your lips, as if asking permission. A slight nod initiates his movement as he goes in and lightly places his lips on yours.
Hesitantly, your lips mold with his, unsure of the feeling and exactly what to do in this situation. Nevermind that, you carry on.
The room fills ecstasy and excitement as the two of you enjoy each other’s company, kissing one another like nothing matters.
After half a minute, realization and even more doubt comes to mind and smacks you in the face. All of a sudden, all of this doubt and fear enters your mind.
You weren’t ready for this. Not yet.
Pulling away slightly, Shawn notices your hesitation and pulls away completely.
“Are you okay?” He asks lightly.
You nod your head, looking down in embarrassment.
Immediately, he understands the notion of your actions. Reaching up, his hand cups your face forcing you to look directly at him.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper.
“Don’t be,” he refutes. “I get it.”
You look at him with curious eyes. “I don’t get it, though…”
Shawn’s eyebrows furrow. “Get what?”
“For countless years, I’ve endlessly tortured you with all of the flirting, yet I don’t know when I’m gonna be ready for a serious commitment or relationship. You know I’ve always been shy, naïve and everything and I don’t get how you’ve put up with it for so long. Truthfully, I want to find out what love is, find out with you, but I’m just so afraid of the outcome and everything. Why do you still like me?”
Shawn offers you a small smile, cupping your face with both of his hands. “I’ve always liked you, Y/N. Ever since we were young and dumb, I knew that you were the one that I’d want to end up with, whether that’s in a day, a month, a year, several years. Y/N, I’ve liked you for so long, I don’t care if you’re not ready for a relationship. I’ll wait until the stars stop shining, until the sun no longer sheds light, until the day I die and after that if it means I even have a remote chance of being with you. In these past sixteen years of knowing such a beautiful specimen, I think just now, I’ve finally realized that… I love you, Y/N. So much. And I’ll never stop loving you for as long as I live. There’s nothing that could stop me from loving you. It’s okay, it’s me.”
Your eyes brim with tears, processing every sentence, every word, syllable, everything. Shawn stares down at you lovingly. “I love you too.” You whisper.
Shawn smiles widely, pulling you into a hug and rubs your back lightly.
“I’ll love you with a hundred percent of my heart. I’ll wait a thousand years for you to come around. I’ll walk a million miles to the ends of the earth to find you, baby.”
9 months later…
“Shawn!” A squeal erupts from your throat as he spins you around. With your head thrown back, a string of laughs and giggles slip past your lips joyfully.
Setting you down, light as a feather, he places a small kiss on your forehead. Looking down on you with the same loving eyes he had for you for all these years, a feeling of bliss in his heart, clearly shown in his complexion. This boy really was head over heels for you.
Staring profoundly into each other’s eyes, you swear you could see his soul.
Swallowing hard, you shakily breathe, “I-I think I’m ready.”
Shawn’s eyebrows rise in surprise. “You are?”
You slowly nod, feeling yourself begin to tremble.
“You’re shaking, love.” Shawn inputs, cupping your face with his large palm.
“I’m okay, I swear.” You gulp.
“Are you sure?”
You nod, feeling confident.
With a smile and a wink, Shawn closes in on your lips, lacing his fingers with yours and cupping your face with his other hand.
And this time, you don’t hesitate one bit.
guys it’s been so long since i posted on my page and i’m so sorry.
i went through a phase where i felt literally no inspiration, no motivation, things came up, and i just never had time to write. but now, i’m going to try my best to produce as much content as possible for you guys.
i can’t promise anything going into the future except that i will do the best of my ability to make y’all happy :)