yes the sky was really that color


every series of doctor who [6/9] →  series six

Those reports of the sun spots and the solar flares. They’re wrong. They’re aren’t any. It’s not the sun. It’s you. The sky is full of a million million voices, saying, “Yes of course. We’ll help.” You’ve touched so many lives, saved so many people. Did you think when your time came you’d really have to do more than just ask? You’ve decided that the universe is better off without you. But the universe doesn’t agree.

Confessions - Kakasaku

“I love you.” The words tumble out of Kakashi’s mouth before he’s fully aware of what he’s saying.

There’s a moment of stunned silence, during which the battle noise around them dies abruptly. At least, it does for him, and somehow, that’s enough.

“I love you,” Kakashi repeats, voice firming on the words. “I’m in love with you,” he amends.

The shocked expression on Sakura’s face is almost enough to make him laugh. Almost. “Wh-what?” Her uncharacteristic stutter is endearing, and he chooses to focus on that. Part of Kakashi’s mind warns that they’re in the middle of a battle, this is neither the time nor the place. But they’re shinobi, hardly normal by any standard that could measure them. In the moment, battle-time confessions make perfect sense.

Kakashi doesn’t fight it. “I have for so long that I don’t even know when it began.” The words drive the air from his lungs, or maybe that’s the fight, but either way, he can’t breathe. The ground welcomes his collapsing knees.

There’s a soft chuckle rising in the back of Sakura’s throat. Her green eyes are impossibly brilliant against the drab grey and brown backdrop around them. Kakashi could lose himself in their emerald depths and not care to come back up for air. Her pale lips curl into a smile. “Oh?”

This time, Kakashi really does laugh and brushes a gloved hand over her dirty, scuffed, perfect cheek. “Yes,” he answers, working his fingers through the tangles in her vivid hair. “You’re the hum of combat, the calm of a rainy day, the fire that pushes me. You’re everything.”

“I love you too,” Sakura breathes, eyes fluttering shut. Her words tighten the knot forming in Kakashi’s chest, rather than loosening it. They throw the world into color around him. The blue of the sky has never been quite that bright before. Sakura’s pink hair catches the breeze and twists around her forehead. The blood on her chest is achingly crimson as it pulses between the rip in her armor.

“Sakura?” Kakashi shakes her gently and gets no response. He had known it was coming from the moment he saw her wound. There was so much blood.

Uncaring, Kakashi scoops her body into his arms and presses a kiss to her cheek. It’s tender and uncertain, two things Kakashi would have never imagined in himself. “You have to hold on,” he whispers, voice on the edge of breaking. “You can’t tell me that you love me, then leave me alone.”

Sakura doesn’t reply, and Kakashi forces himself to look away. If he can get her to Tsunade, there might be a chance, but it’s a slim one. Cradling the woman he loves against his chest, Kakashi turns north, the last place he saw the medic. Enemy and war torn land stand between them, how much, he isn’t certain. But, Kakashi knows the price is worth hearing Sakura say she loves him again. If he can make it time.

writeyourlifewithasparklygelpen  asked:

Wow, your art is breathtaking. I was wondering if you had any advice for someone (me) who was a beginning artist and not sure how to get better and not sure what style they want to use in their art? Thanks, and please keep being amazing!

Thank you! Of course I have :) Everything I say comes from my experience so it’s not supposed to be right or wrong. There aren’t a recipe or step by step, but sure there are things that helps us getting better day by day.

1. Motivation.
Find the reason why you want to improve. Think about it everytime you struggle (because you will struggle). This will stops you from giving up!

2. Sketchbook
Buy a sketchbook and draw people around you. If you’re shy - like me - draw your friends or places. Let your sketchbook be your wand: take it everywhere with you. (harry potter references here \o/)

3. Don’t use eraser.
It’s not easy but it’s the best advice someone has given me. If you make mistakes, draw again from the start or find a way to appropriate your mistakes into your drawings. In computer, avoid ctrl+z. But how do we do that?

4. Don’t be too much attached to your drawing
Let it go. Did you draw? It’s terrible? Fine. Go to the next one. Don’t whine about how terrible it looks. Think about what you’ve learnt when you drew it. Love the process more than the results.

5. References
Always observe how things are around you. It’s like being a scientist. “Sky is blue”. YES IT IS BUT THERE ARE LIKE A THOUSAND COLORS AS WELL. Using reference helps us to understand the world. Therefore, your drawings will look accurate. It’s deep like that.

6. Have fun
Yes, you will struggle most of the time. But try to enjoy the process. Love what you are doing in the first place. Put some music on and relax. The moment you realise you’re improving is a really great moment. You won’t have one or two moments like that… you will have those moments in your entire life. So….

7. Compare your old drawings with your new ones.
“I am so much better now!” - if you tell yourself this at some point, you are doing it right.

8. Find your style
The search for your style never ends. In my opinion, having a style depends on inspirations and what we do naturally. You can learn styles from observing other artist’s process as well. Try to experiment everything. Eventually you will find what is natural for you or suits your need to express yourself. “Natural” is different from “comfort zone”, which leads me to the next topic:

9. Get the fuck out of your comfort zone
Always challenge yourself with new things. If there’s something you’re really bad at… like drawing eyes, hands or noses or cats… well, get up and draw eyes, hands, noses or cats. This is what they call “studies”. This is how you get better.

10. Be versatile
Always challenge yourself with different things. Surprise yourself and people around you with things you’ve never done before.

11. Tutorials online
Try to get some help!. Search for tutorials around the internet. There are plenty avaiable and FREE!

Summing up: just draw.

I hope this helps you at least a little bit. Keep up on your journey and don’t give up! :)

Beach Days

As always, available on AO3 here

The bright sun felt liberating on El’s ever-tanning skin. Arms outstretched behind her on the beach towel, she tilted her head back, letting the light warm her face. Wind blew subtly across the lake, the breeze, welcoming, ruffled her now curly hair.

The first time the gang came to the lake, Jonathan driving with Will, Lucas, and Dustin, as Steve, Nancy, Mike, and El followed, El had been petrified of being too near the water. Mike had warned her ahead of time about just how big the lake would seem, checking in with her almost religiously about it for days up to the trip, and did his best to explain everything so there wouldn’t be any surprises. And he assured her many, many times that she didn’t have to go in if she didn’t want to.

El was silently grateful for that last bit being repeated. She didn’t want to disappoint any of her friends because of how highly they spoke of the beach, but the three other boys assured her that they understood her hesitation as well.

When they had pulled up the day after school got out, the boys happily scooted out of Jonathan’s car so quickly they almost forgot to grab their towels. Subsequently, they also didn’t help unload the umbrella, coolers, or toys, which was somewhat expected.

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Warm Soul

Fandom: Undertale

Characters: Sans, Grillby and UF!Grillby (Vio)

Pairings: Sansby

Themes: Hurt/Comfort - Fluff

A Reset brought him.  A Reset will take him away.

To a mind that loves math, time is a just a number.

An undeniable, cruel one. 

It had been 267 days since the last Reset.  

267 days since the kid had visited then vanished.  

This last time they had hardly exchanged words. The kid just seemed to not care about anything. They followed their usual path until their fight with Undyne.  Lost then …. nothing.  They had just plain not returned and their world had been reset.  Somehow.   

If this happened before, Sans couldn’t remember.  All he knew for sure -As sure as anyone could possibly be, considering the circumstances - is that it had been 267 days since the kid had reset.  

The 268th day was going exactly like the 267th had, 67 minutes in.

Sans sighed as he put on his favorite hoodie on.  Downstairs, he could hear Papyrus bustling and whistling in their small kitchen.   He had already come into Sans’ bedroom twice checking on his progress on getting ready for the day.  The small skeleton figured that it may be a little on the rude side to instigate a third reminder.  

He slowly made his way down the stairs.  He had never experienced such a long period between resets.  These days, events and conversations were all new to him.  He could no longer predict what was going to happen next. This was both curious and terrifying for Sans.  As much as he liked to carefully entertain the hope that he would never again have to see monsters suffer or die at the hands of a human child; he couldn’t help but feel the need to be on his guard.  

This need was one of the only thing that helped him keep a grip on the now and not totally give up and drown on the what-ifs.   

“SANS!” Papyrus greeted him with his usual cheerful voice.

Well, that and his brother. 


After breakfast, Sans and Papyrus parted ways to go to each other’s sentry posts.  Sans had only walked for a few minutes when through the scattered thoughts in his head, he realized that he had lied.

Not to anyone but, himself.   

There were SEVERAL other reasons why he felt the need to keep checking on the Ruins for signs of the human.  For hoping that this world would continue on:  His brother, of course.  His friends, well, yes.  And … and … also, the color of the sky.

There was no sky in the Underground, just an incredibly high cave ceiling that passed for one.   And nobody really knew why -Well ok, maybe Alphys knew exactly why, so maybe it was more of a nobody really cared why type of situation-, this Underground “sky” tended to change colors as the day progressed. Just like Grillby claimed it did on the Surface.     

Sans had been aware of this his entire life, but had never noticed it until Grillby had pointed it out to him.   

Now he couldn’t help but notice it every day.  

And every night he visited Grillby’s bar.

Grillby noticed A LOT of stuff.   Stuff that the average monster wouldn’t even think of noticing to begin with.   He made comments on how monsters looked when they walked in.  How much of their drink they had consumed.  The tone in their voices.  Whether they looked to the right or to the left when answering a question.   The color of the snow against an evergreen, the taste of the wind, and the color of the sky.   

Grillby was one of the few monsters that Sans knew that had known the Surface before the Barrier sealed them away.   He had been very young back then, but he remembered enough.  He liked to write about it during his rare off days.   He had promised Sans to show these essays to him sometime.

He had never kept this promise.  The Resets kept erasing it.

This time. This time however, maybe Sans would actually get to read them. 

Sans looked up at the sky.  Yeah, maybe tonight he would have enough ketchup in him to ask Grillby about his essays.   


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You & I

Originally posted by koreanxrap

Featuring: Jaewon

Genre: Fluff/One-shot

Word Count: 1,359

Request:  Anonymous sent: Hi there! Happened to come across your blog today and I absolutely love it already. ^^ :D I was wondering if you could write a scenario for Jaewon (One). Angst or fluffy or both, up to you. He wrecked my bias list so hard and I hate him for that. T_T

A/N: prelude to this scenario In this Heat ( Fluff & Smut)

You didn’t know if you were dreaming or just going insane… Why were you hearing Jaewon’s voice calling your name? You must be missing him like crazy to be hearing his voice like this whispering your name in your ear. You snuggled into your bed covers, if this was a dream you didn’t want to wake up from it just yet.
“Jagi~” How could his voice sound so perfectly clear in your dream? You felt a shadow cast over your face, the sunshine that peaked through your window was longer on your face. Your eyes shot open, only to find Jaewon’s face leaning over yours smiling. You quickly ducked under your covers surprised and you were sure your hair looked like a complete mess. You lowered the blanket only to reveal your eyes, “How? When, when did you get here?”
He lightly brushed his fingers through your hair, “Hm just a couple minutes ago. It sounded like you were having a good dream…”
“Because you said my name.” He had a cheeky little smirk on his face. You weren’t sure if to believe him or not.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did.”
He leaned in closer to you, “How would you know if you were sleeping?” Well he got you there.
“Why aren’t you at the dorm?” You quickly changed the subject.
“Because I have a “dentist” appointment today and coincidentally I have a “doctor's” appointment today.” he air quoted implying there was more to what he just said. “But that’s not important right now. Hurry up and shower, I have somewhere I want to take you. Just You & I forgot about everything else.” he continued on as he proceeded to pull down your blanket and help you up to your feet.

You showered and got yourself all ready to go out after eating breakfast with Jaewon; and catching up on his training with YG.
You were slipping on a pair of wedged boots but Jaewon was quick to disapprove of your choice, “I don’t think those are the best choice for today.”
You pointed to a pair of cute flats, he nodded his head in disagreement. He picked out a pair of sneakers, “You’ll be needing these today.”
You both headed downstairs. “So are we walking somewhere? Or taking the bus or train today?” You wondered.
Jaewon slipped his hand into yours and interlocked fingers, “Nope.” You gave him a puzzled look. He walked you over to a car parked in front of your apartment complex and gave you the cutest smile and nodded his head towards the car.
“How did you get this?”
“I borrowed it from a company hyung.”
“Just how much lying did you do today?”
He chuckled and slightly nodded his head left and right and looked down at you, “Just enough to get by and make it believable. But don’t worry I’ll repent by the end of the day.”

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@propshophannah, @elnabu, @highfaelucien@illyriantremors you guys inspire me!!


She knew without knowing that he was her mate.

It wasn’t when she spilled from the Cauldron, soaked and freezing and horrified for herself and her beloved Elain. Too much had changed. Her body. The immortality buzzing under her skin. The magic igniting her blood. Her Gods-damned ears.

It wasn’t even in the aftermath: these powerful fae roaring at Rhysand for letting his High Lady go, Elain clinging to her side and asking who that man had been — her mate — as if Nesta would know.

It wasn’t until dawn the next day. Of course she hadn’t slept. Elain had very nearly passed out on the staircase, exhausted and terrified, and Azriel had carried her up to bed when the moon was still high. The others dispersed. Nesta supposed she could have found a bedroom if she wished. But did she? If she had found a strange room in this strange place, could she have relaxed this strange body against a strange fae’s guest sheets for a night of halfway-decent rest?

She doubted it. Thus, the rooftop.

With Feyre gone, in this tragedy of a body, Nesta thought it ought to have rained. Or, really, the sun simply shouldn’t have risen. It would have made sense. If the sun never broke the horizon, she wouldn’t have been surprised.

But it did, and it was surprising. It was fiery, too, not the weak pink of spring or the pale blue of winter but the full-on bright orange of a light that surged to overwhelm the darkness. A fire in the sky after the darkest of nights. Light triumphant.

“You fit here.”

She jumped at the voice, though it took her several long seconds to tear her eyes from the blazing break of day to meet his gaze.

“With this,” Cassian supplied, gesturing vaguely to the splash of color behind her. “You look much more powerful here than in a small cabin in dull winter.”

Her lungs tightened defensively. “That’s my home.”

“Were you powerful there?”

“Yes,” she said, firm. She’d hosted queens, after all. She’d created an embassy.

He did not reply, just walked over to join her at the edge of the balcony. His wings were bandaged so heavily that she couldn’t see the black beneath the layers of white gauze.

He looked at the sky, and she remembered suddenly how he’d looked in her house. He and his friends, really, had created the embassy. They had hosted the queens. She’d simply…lived there. Coexisted.

Her fingers brushed against the new point at the top of her ear, and she wondered if she’d really been powerful at all. Perhaps not.

“Does it hurt?”

He looked at her and somehow the sky was reflected on his irises. Captivating.

“Does this?” Again, his hand wandered through the air, gesturing vaguely to her.

“The new look?” She snorted. “No. It feels…wrong, though. Uncomfortable.”

“That’s how my wings feel. Rhys has enough magic in me to fell a small town, taking the pain away, but I can still feel the weight of the bandages. Wrong. Uncomfortable.”

“Will it get better?”

His eyes were so, so soft for all the fire they held. The sun was rising, now. He was so much more exquisite in the light of this court than he’d been in the dimness of her home. And maybe it was this light that showed him she was not asking about his wings.

“It will,” he said. “You’ll train. You’ll be able to help Feyre and…and the rest of us. I know it isn’t what you wanted, but it will stop feeling so different after a while.”

“I don’t want to lose myself,” she whispered.

She wasn’t sure if he heard. Leaning on the balcony rail just inches apart, they watched their star finish crossing the horizon and bloom into the vibrant sky.

It wasn’t for another quarter hour at least that he spoke again. “You won’t be lost, Nesta. You’re just different now, but you’ll find yourself again. You’re still in there.”

She looked down at herself almost without thinking. The sun shone against the remaining Cauldron water on her dress.

“You’ll belong,” he said. “I promise.”


And that’s when she knew, somehow.

My mate.

Working on the final for the Sha of Anger pic (yes, there’s a fic to go with it, which is also almost done!) Went for the grayscale treatment, I’ll try overlaying colors after I get all the shading done. Actually really pleased with how the sky and tomb came out. The Sha is next - I’m saving Anduin for last as a reward for doing the rest. ^_^

The Color of Forever

Day 5 of the usukgetaway!

It wasn’t even the Fourth, but the people were festive and the night was lit up with fireworks.

Alfred looked up at them appreciatively, the reds of apples, the blues of the oceans, and the greens of Arthur’s eyes.

It was a lovely night.

A knock on the door. “Artie? I’m here, you ready?”

Out came Arthur, dressed as usual, in a light button-up and jeans. “I wouldn’t have opened the door if I wasn’t.” The colors erupting in the sky painted his face in a soft and warm light.

God he was so beautiful.

Alfred smiled. “I was just being polite!” Alfred grabbed Arthur’s hand, leading him to the car. “Aren’t you always getting on my case about my manners?”

The Brit sighed. “I suppose you have a point. I appreciate you trying love.”

Alfred opened the car door and gestured for Arthur to get inside, which the former rolled his eyes at, muttering under his breath.

They drove, soon arriving at Arthur’s favorite restaurant. The Brit was a little suspicious, favorites were usually reserved for birthdays or anniversaries, but who was he to complain? They sat down at Arthur’s favorite table, which was quite the nice touch. He tried not to let his suspicions show, especially since Alfred was calm through all of this.

They ordered, and gave their menus to the waiter, who soon returned with their drinks. Alfred insisted on no alcohol, which was even more weird, but Arthur obliged, taking a water while Alfred took a coke.

“So,” The Brit said, breaking a silence, “your birthday is coming up, is there anything you would want?”

Alfred paled at the normally exciting topic for him. Odd. The list was ever growing.

“Nothing really, haha!” Alfred laughed nervously, taking a sip of his drink.

Arthur knew that was a lie, but decided not to press it. They continued the rest of the wait for their food with idle chatter, which was unusual. Alfred was never this distant.

When their food arrived, Alfred ate almost painfully, and that’s when Arthur really started to get concerned. He put a hand on the American’s. “Are you ok love? You’re rarely this quiet.”

Alfred shook his head and it seemed like his regular self was back. “Yeah I’m fine Artie! I just had something on my mind. I’m good now, I promise! Now about my birthday earlier…..”

conversation was easier after that. Arthur felt relived as his boyfriend’s boisterous laugh filled the room.

As they finished, Alfred paid, quickly overpowering Arthur when he reached for the bill. With excitement in his eyes, he pulled Arthur to the car, hurrying him in. Yes it was a bit rude, but the Brit was happy that the lad seemed to be more chipper.

When they arrived at a field, Alfred pulled out a blanket, laying it down for the two of them.

The fireworks were bursting in the sky, illuminating their smiles as wordless, they sat down, Arthur resting his head on Alfred’s shoulder and Alfred intertwining their fingers.

“It really is beautiful, all those colors isn’t it?” Alfred said after watching the fireworks in silence. “Reminds me of someone I know.”

Arthur flushed, kissing Alfred on the cheek.

“But that’s the thing though, you can’t keep their beauty forever. But I can try, can’t I?”

The next thing Arthur knew, Alfred was leaning down in front of him. “Arthur Ignatius Kirkland, will you marry me???”

Arthur, overjoyed, teared up, leaped forward, and kissed Alfred lovingly.

“Of course I will you idiot.”

Alfred, beaming, slid the emerald ring unto his fiancé’s finger. “The color of your eyes. I still have never seen anything more beautiful. I love you Arthur.”

When they kissed once more, Arthur could’ve sworn it was brighter than the fireworks in the sky.

crowlivian  asked:

how do you do your watercolor paintings on firealpaca? i've been meaning to do something similar but i've never been able to figure it out :/ do you paint your bg first and then make another layer to paint on? or is it all on 1 layer?

yes! i havent done a painting in a while (a fullblown painting i mean), so i dont have any progress images i can show, but my general setup is…ill write it out in a step format so its easier to read:

  1. Sketch first! really loose, just general shapes and placement (general areas for scale patterns, ya know…basic stuff. on its OWN LAYER so i dont get any yucky lines in my painting
  2. background!! i generally just do a solid color, so its not very hard, but if im doing a sky ill do some general shapes, colors, and block in some basic shading
  3. color block the subject! get some colors on there, get the shapes in place, etc….general stuff AGAIN
  4. then u just…render. and keep rendering till u die


okay so i do all of my paintings on 1 layer, except for the sketch. and whenever i get to something im not very confident in, i duplicate my layer and do what i gotta do, and if i like it, i keep going on that layer, and if not, then i can delete that layer and go back to before without worrying about running out of undo’s and being fucked over haha

but ill try to remember this when i do another big painting so i can keep track of my process!

How scholarships work: Yes, you need to be a straight A student and participate in at least 2 sports, 2 music related activities, 2 weird clubs no one really understand but the more things you do the better, multiple leadership positions, get 5 people to say the same thing about you in a letter, write an essay describing the function of a rubber duck and what color you would change the sky to and why, sacrifice your first born child, and also make sure to pay the $40 fee for turning in the scholarship, also remember we’re just now letting you know about this it’s due in 2 days

tricked // kagetsugu

I’m aboard the train where I feel like creating more content for side characters and this is all I’m gonna be doing on my spare time.

P.S. I can’t reply all the time since school and internship swallowed me whole, but I do read them and I’m extremely grateful~!
tagging jess just because ( @amigoingbananas )

“Wow, they’re beautiful!”

A booming sound went off at a distance as explosives color the starless night sky, each taking various patterns that left the festival goers in a state of giddiness and awe.

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Perhaps We Are The Answer

There’s something special about sleeping, the way it’s the greatest feeling in the world and yet you can’t really remember what it was like. We can’t remember the fine details of so many sweet memories, we can’t ever process the fullness of wonder. Maybe that’s why we eat up dreams, to get the fullest we can before we forget.

Waking up is another story though, groggy, like that greatness never happened, and takes hours to get over. Lying there staring up at the world, you can only question why you can’t fall back asleep.

I believe this is why I take every opportunity I can to fall backwards into my dreams. I stand at the foot of my bed and wait for the moon to give her cue. The world is…a difficult place to live in. Reality causes a sense of unreal, while the only time I feel real is the outside of reality. We all need a role, I keep telling myself this. So I hold my arms out and fall backwards onto the bed. My head hits the pillow, the blanket bounces from the force, but I keep falling. Through and through the bed, deeper into dreams. Deeper into reality.

Waking up in a dream is completely different, it’s more like you were already there. Next thing I knew I was standing up facing the world. Trees that bent in my direction, and a curving path that denied physics. The edges of the world were black and fuzzed, like bad drawing distance in a video game.
And I was barefoot. I was planted to the ground. An entire world to discover and I could only stand barefoot and cold, with trees bowing to me.

“You have a strange imagination” a little blue bird said, landing on top of my head.

I looked up to him, with no true emotion, “I need to move-”

“Your thought process is strange too.” He flew down to my shoulder, fluttering his wings.

“I suppose…but we all have a strange thought process”

“Yes, but you contradict it in your dreams,” the little robin hovered in the air for a bit, as if proving her point, “you wish to go, yet you make everything else around you go”

I looked up, watching the sky unfold in colors of blue, pink, and yellow. The sky really could look like a painting sometimes. A tree near me tilted itself to see the sky.

“You do wish to go, don’t you?”

“Of course…I want to be a part of the big picture”

The crow landed on my finger, they asked me “is anyone a part of the big picture?”

The sky began to melt, its hues unpredictable and messy. “Of course…look at you…” I held my hand up, facing the bird to the sky. “You can go so far…you can touch the sun if you wanted. That’s all anyone could ever ask for. You could carve the moon, you could make a stance.”

“What good does that do?”

“You won’t be forgotten.”

“But will it matter?”

“Of course. You have wings, you can do anything you want.”

The sun held itself over the bird, its purple and pink feathers held the yellow glow as though it were an accessory. The sun was its halo. I kept looking up. The bird tilted its small head, beady eyes facing me for the first time.

“What’s to say you don’t have wings?”

The wind blew, it spread a fuzzy feeling over my back and feet. But try as I may, I could not move. I was forever planted, watching the sky above me. Keep looking up, just keep your head high.

“How will I know? How can I become something more? How can I become grand?”

“Maybe you’re just looking in the wrong direction” the dove took off suddenly, following the gust of wing that carried her to the sun. Her wings held wide and her flight was graceful as a paper airplane, except for the occasional flap. Feathers flew off from her as though she’d never flown before. Like a baby bird learning, she threw herself from the nest. I wonder if she expected me to catch her if she fell. The dove vanished, I like to think that she faded into one of the stars. That she will become part of a constellation, with a grand story. One of how she guided someone, one of how she became the grandest thing in the sky, even next to the sun.

I still had no wings. The trees that bowed now towered over me, mocking me with their height. Showing me how small I truly was.
I looked to the sun, her intimidating gaze held my eye, “was I made to stay planted to the ground?”
The sun blinked at me, the world going black for a split second eight minuets later. When the light returned the sun was crying. I followed her tears to the ground, looking down to my planted feet.
Suddenly I noticed the tendrils of black climbing up my ankles, splattering tiny dots of white and yellow over my toes. I looked beyond that, to see the universe splayed out before me. All beneath my feet, I walked over the Milky Way, over a million galaxies and solar systems. I had become a part of the sweet world the universe was. The tendrils climbed higher up my legs, and I swear I saw a little blue jay watching me through the void. Behind me were my patternless footprints with peppered the sky as though it were a beach.

“Of course. To be everything you must be nothing.”

So I fell back into the world I craved, it crashed into me like a merciless ocean, bubbles of stars covered my sight from the force. They were my wings, they were my everything.

kasandrazuniga0512  asked:

So I was looking at the evening sky today and saw the clouds in pinks and purples and immediately thought of your day/night AU and said what if Victor made the sky pretty at dusk for Yuuri to see every time night comes and then I got really happy

YOU ARE SO CUTE!!! omg and yes!! that is the very reason why he adds a lot of colors to the clouds and to the sky when day reaches dusk

but then yuuri doesn’t know they’re for him and………….. they’re both idiots why

Soulmate AU (the one where you see all colours except the one of your soulmate’s eyes with a little twist) requested by Anon

“Dean, I told the guy with the Continental he can come to pick it up today, are you done with it?” Bobby says as Dean’s putting on his work coverall.

“Yeah, I want to give it a few finishing touches. When is he coming?”

“He said he’d like to come during his lunch break.”

“I’ll be finished by noon then.”


Dean likes to say he loves all cars, some of them just a bit more than the others. The tan Lincoln definitely isn’t one he would choose for himself, but he worked on it with love and made sure it would run smoothly.

He wasn’t very excited about meeting the owner, because let’s be honest, he expected a pimp not a… tax accountant. That’s the first thing that comes to his mind as he sees the guy walking towards him. The tan (seriously what’s up with that color) trench coat looks too big on him as well as the suit underneath and his tie is backwards and blue. Well he guesses it’s blue, because he’s never saw the color before. He looks the guy in the eyes and wow, they are blue too, but a different and much prettier shade.

Dean throws his head back and for the first time in his life the sky isn’t gray. He let’s out a surprised chuckle and only then does he realize the guy was talking to him.

“Are you okay?” he asks now, a hint of concern in his deep voice.

Dean looks in his face, it’s an unusual face, but very attractive. Dean smiles for himself.

“Yeah, yeah, I guess. You?”

The guy’s eyes narrow as he tilts his head.

“Why shouldn’t I be okay?”

Because you just met your soulmate and I know I’m not much but shouldn’t you be at least a bit excited? Dean thinks, but doesn’t say anything out loud because the guy continues impatiently.

“Is something wrong with my car? I was told I could pick it up today.”

“Yeah uhm about that-” Dean rubs the back of his neck and looks at the car.

“I’m sorry but as I was doing the final check out I found there’s something wrong with… with the breaks.”

The guy’s frown deepens.

“There’s something wrong with the breaks?”

“Yeah, you’re really lucky I noticed. But you need to understand I can’t let you drive off like this.”

The owner sighs and runs his hand through his hair. It’s thick and looks soft and Dean wonders how it would feel under his fingers and whoa. He stops himself right there, shaking his head.

“Can you fix it until tomorrow?”

“Yeah of course.”

“Alright then, I’ll come back tomorrow at the same time.”

“Sure, I’ll be ready. I mean, the car will be ready,” Dean says with an awkward smile.

The guy just nods and walks away. Dean watches him leave. He feels confused and a bit hurt.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, realizing that even his damn coverall is blue.

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[BanG Dream!] 1000回潤んだ空 (Poppin’ Party)

I was trying not to show myself my true self
I laughed when I grabbed onto my uniform
I wonder if you can say “good morning” today well?
Deep breath… Open the door
To the usual road to school

Hey… I heard it on such a fine sunny day
Listen to song
The song of fragments of “Nanika” that I’ve lost
Listen to song
The hands of the clock decided not to move will disappear
There’s a person who takes my hand and says “I’m your friend”
I still cry because I am afraid
It has not begun

I cannot be lead to a dead end
After all, it’s a sky that rained 1,000 times
But still, the sun rises tomorrow
I want to scream “I love you”!

I liked the sun even on cloudy days
No matter how bad it is, the warmth is gentle
On sunny days, the sun will light the way forward
I want to bring light to your world
I want to know what “strength” really mean

Hey… Can I dream even if I stay in the same spot?
Yes, it’s “BanG Dream!”
Even if I don’t have courage?
Yes, it’s “BanG Dream!”
Then, “That’s what you are”
“Is it not half that you don’t have?”
That’s mean and cunning
Even though I had patience

A singing trip about a dream that’s not a dream
You can devote all of your youth
Now, it’s a straight line of light that will glow
Everyone is a light of color!

I cannot be lead to a dead end
After all, it’s a sky that rained 1,000 times
But still, the sun rises tomorrow
I want to scream “I love you”!

A singing trip about a dream that’s not a dream
You can devote all of your youth
Now, it’s a straight line of light that will glow
Everyone is a miracle of color!

After school is our time
Loosen the ribbon and start the music

I was tagged by @joi-in-the-tardis, thank you and sorry for taking so long!

1. Drink: Water
2. Phone call: My friend Ines
3. Text message: Also my friend Ines :P
4. Song you listened to: Sky Ferry (from The Golden Compass soundtrack) by Alexandre Desplat

5. Time you cried: Yesterday. I was watching Downton Abbey and it was sad okay

6. Dated someone twice: No
7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Yes
8. Been cheated on: No
9. Lost someone special: Yes
10. Been depressed: Not really, I just felt depressed
11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: No

12. Mint Green
13. Pastel Pink
14. A colour you could call Eggshell White

15. Made new friends: Yes
16. Fallen out of love: No
17. Laughed until you cried: Sure did
18. Found out someone was talking about you: I suppose there’ll always be someone talking about me xD
19. Met someone who changed you: No
20. Found out who your friends are: Yes
21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: I don’t have a facebook list, whaaaat

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: I don’t really care for my facebook “friends” because most of them aren’t “friends”, just people I’ve met in my life at least once. My real friends might be on my facebook list but I don’t fucking care whether or not they are because I don’t give a damn about facebook.

23. Do you have any pets: Yes, a lovely dog, a Labrador called Jamie :)
24. Do you want to change your name: Well, not seriously but… I think it’s boring and every third person I meet is called Nina (at least it feels like it) and that annoys me

25. What did you do for your last Birthday: I was in Vienna and my dad visited me and we had dinner and in the morning, my best friend brought me a birthday cake – it was nice ♥

26. What time did you wake up: strangely, it was 10:48pm today… gave me quite a shock, hoooow did I sleep so long??
27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Texting my girlfriend, I think
28. Name something you can’t wait for: Going to England! I’ll be leaving on September 14th!
29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Just about half an hour ago xD
30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I would like to move together with my girlfriend…

31. What are you listening right now: My brother watching YouTube videos on his phone
32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yes, I have, one of the tutors of the university I’ll be going to soon is called Tom and he came to give a lecture in Austria about… wait, that’s already almost two years ago!
33. Something that is getting on your nerves: my brother
34. Most visited Website: Definitely tumblr, I’d be lying if I tried to state otherwise

35. Mole/s: a few
36. Mark/s: also a few xD
37. Childhood dream: I wanted to be a musical singer… I’d actually still like to be one…

38. Haircolour: A boring brown, but I mostly dye it
39. Long or short hair: Short
40. Do you have a crush on someone: Celebrity crush on Michelle Gomez xD
41. What do you like about yourself: My optimism.

42. Piercings: Ears
43. Bloodtype: A positive. That’s right, I would have been on a rooftop in The Christmas Invasion
44. Nickname: None
45. Relationship status: Taken
46. Zodiac: Leo
47. Pronouns: She/her
48. Favourite TV Show: Doctor Who, Downton Abbey, Broadchurch
50. Right or left hand: I’m right handed
51. Surgery: None
52. Hair dyed in different colour: Yeah, I’ve had lots… I’ve always wanted to be ginger (yes, seriously), so I’ve been ginger several times, also different shades of darker red, purple, chocolate brown, brown with a red hue,… right now my hair’s a mahogany brown
53. Sport: Uh. I don’t really do sports at the moment but I used to go jogging more or less regularly. Haven’t done that for months though…
55. Vacation: Anywhere in England
56. Pair of trainers: I love my pair of white trainers with pink blossoms on them :)

57. Eating: almost everything with a passion
58. Drinking: Water or English Water (you know, tea xD)
59. I’m about to: Get ready for bed
61. Waiting for: My semester abroad in Lincoln, UK
62. Want: My girlfriend here to hold, kiss, laugh and talk to
63. Get married: Can’t imagine it at all – at least right now, I can’t
64. Career: I’m still studying (media and communication science)
65. Hugs or kisses: Hugs
66. Lips or eyes: Eyes
67. Shorter or taller: I’m of average height I’d say, so some people are taller than me but most people are either just as tall as me or smaller
68. Older or younger: I’m mostly the youngest anyway
70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Arms
71. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive, I need someone who understands the way I feel
72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship
73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Can’t say, depends on who I’m with…

74. Kissed a stranger: No
75. Drank hard liquor: No
76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: Don’t need either
77. Turned someone down: Yes
78. Sex in the first date: No
79. Broken someone’s heart: Sadly, I believe so, yes…
80. Had your heart broken: No
81. Been arrested: No
82. Cried when someone died: Yes
83. Fallen for a friend: Yes – friends to lovers it was, I guess ♥

84. Yourself: I try to, yes
85. Miracles: No
86. Love at first sight: No, I’ve figured out a while ago that I must be demisexual, actually
87. Santa Claus: No
88. Kiss on the first date: No
89. Angels: No

90. Current best friends name: Kathrin, Ines
91. Eyecolour: Green
92. Favourite movie: Gosh, I don’t know. There are just too many great movies! But I think it might actually be The Danish Girl (at the moment)? I love it so much and it makes me cry every time… and sometimes, I enjoy that…

I tag: @chocolate-and-fandoms, @intergalactic-garbage, @wordstothewisereaders, @goodtobealunatic, @onthedriftinthetardis :)