you and your pretty soul


was doing sketch requests on mah twitter & @mrcutio asked for ‘bahorel doing a sick kickflip’ and then this…. turned into Les Amis: Primary School Origins

i don’t know anything about kickflips and neither does bahorel, luckily feuilly doesnt seem to mind 

This hands down has to be my favorite picture of JB. He is serving Happiness, Joy, and Heavenly angel  all wrapped up in Handsome Beauty and I am left in awe.

you watched her
as she fell
into the hell
of your design
yet she managed
to somehow climb
with tear stained eyes
above all your lies
her faith remained within
protected from your sin
her pretty soul intact
you could never take that
so watch her now my dear
for it’s pretty damn clear
she has risen above
your inability love
and instead holds on
to the light that shines
from her own
radiant heart
as she makes
a brand new start


the signs as quotes from the monster  factory “boy” compilation video

[almost every time they say “boy” on monster factory]

aries: nervous little punk boy

taurus: oh god this is such a good wrestle boy

gemini: two half boys jammed together

cancer:  oh shit did i hit soft boy

leo: you can’t knock that boy over with a pail of water

virgo: how many of my boys can we get in this forest

libra: you want a big boy, you want a little boy?

scorpio: just a rowdy dirty boy

sagittarius: garbage boy stink man

capricorn: i gave you a task, i am your god, you chat with boys

aquarius: this boy’s pretty good at soul calibur

pisces: a spacefaring kiss boy

anonymous asked:

For types of kisses prompt~~ Back/Comfort with JB :)

Originally posted by daefsoul

Your apartment was empty, the movers were running behind, you had two assignments due for work and you wanted to take a shower. There was so much that had to be done but it seemed like there was not enough time in the day, when you’d decided to take a job in the city it was mostly due to it being closer to your boyfriend. The pay was good too, and that did make a difference; with rent being free you had money to spend on pampering yourself and adding to a savings account.  You set your bag down in the kitchen then opened the door when you heard a knock, and there he was; Im Jaebum. The man who pretty much owned your soul, you smiled a little then wrapped your arms around him and he returned the gesture. 

“Come in, it’s cold - theres no where to sit though,” you laughed a little as you pulled him into the apartment. 

He shrugged a little then looked around, “It’s nice,” he noted, “two bedrooms?” he said seeing the two doors from the hallway.

“Yep, one will be my office I think or where I put all of my computer crap,” you said offhandedly as you walked to the doors opening them then smiled. 

He walked up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist, “It’s nice, I kind of wanted to talk to you about something,” he said in an unsure tone, something that made you feel just as uneasy as he did. “It’s nothing bad,” he said noting your tenseness, but before he could speak there was a knock on the door.

“Sorry, thats probably the movers,” you said, “Hold that thought ok?” and he nodded watching you go to the door letting the movers in, it took them less than an hour to get all your things up the stairs and into your apartment. When everything was moved in all you could think about was unpacking and getting everything organized but as you began to open one of the boxes he pulled you from it. 

He buried his face into your neck then sighed a little, “Can…can I move in?” he asked gently, “I mean I won’t be here all the time, I still have to be at the dorm sometimes but when I don’t have to be there - I’d like to be here… with you,” the notion was sweeter than anything you’d ever heard before the idea of waking up to him not having to rush out the door and being able to make him breakfast. Even being able to come home to him already there after a long day at work; it sat well with you. 

“I would love that,” you whispered softly as you stroked your fingers through his hair, “I can make a closet side for you and you can bring some clothes over - and I’ll buy your stuff that you use every day so you can have it here too!” you said as excitement filled your voice making him hug you tighter before pressing his lips to your own.


Hot summer days, rock and roll. The way you’d play for me at your show. And all the ways I got to know, your pretty face and electric soul. Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will.

anonymous asked:

You know those aesthetic things where someone lists different sensations and/or situations to describe something? Do one of those for you, like your soul, it sounds pretty cool

see it’s quite hard to do them for yourself but here’s a go i guess send somethng more accurate based on whatever you perceive oky

take out on top of a graffiti covered picnic table at 8 pm, watching for the other side of the moon on parking garage roofs with kombucha, yoga in the middle of parks, drinking macha in someone else’s bed in underwear and a thrift store sweater, vodka in chipped mason jars between college literature classes, no phun intended to the tune of dusty bibles, worn and patched denim jacket and torn high top vans, breaking glass, grinding, ugly thrift store jackets, crows and wolves, slam poetry reading in tiny bars and old houses, sleeping in cars, finding sand in the fleeces months after the beach, lying in bed all day listening to spotify, sleepless nights, asking questions, listening hard, resisting, thunderstorms, messy handwriting on graph paper, gentle kisses.

my friend called me a hipster piece of trash, fine.

i dont know what tf that was idk you tell me

If you like good vocals, deep lyrics, and the ocean, please listen to Switchfoot they’re so good

anonymous asked:

Idk why but Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey reminds me of Harry. When I listen to it the lyrics just hit home to H, "the way you play for me at your show...your pretty face and electric soul." "All that grace, all that body all that face makes me wanna party he's my sun he makes me shine like diamonds." I know it's about daisy and gatsby but this is so harry! & it's such a beautiful song for a beautiful soul like him and I'd love to play it for him one day 😭🎶🎶💎 (if anyone can relate)

Oh no, you aren’t the only one. I absolutely relate that song to him (but I adore that song in general, and that book, and the films but especially the Leo version, so…). 

I’ve seen the world Done it all Had my cake now Diamonds, brilliant And Bel Air now Hot summer nights, mid July When you and I were forever wild The crazy days, city lights The way you’d play with me like a child

Will you still love me When I’m no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me When I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will I know that you will Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful?

I’ve seen the world, lit it up As my stage now Channeling angels in the new age now Hot summer days, rock ‘n’ roll The way you play for me at your show And all the ways I got to know Your pretty face and electric soul

Will you still love me When I’m no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me When I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will I know that you will Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful?

Dear lord, when I get to heaven Please let me bring my man When he comes tell me that you’ll let him in Father tell me if you can Oh that grace, oh that body Oh that face makes me wanna party He’s my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds

Will you still love me When I’m no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me When I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will I know that you will Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful? Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful? Will you still love me when I’m not young and beautiful? X

(Seriously this song just reminds me of Franbob so hard that I had to draw something based on it. ;w;)

You needn’t be so sad and scared about being single. Being single doesn’t mean you’re not loved; it simply means that the person who is going to love you and make you feel special is going to be - you. Buy yourself nice things that make you feel pretty and pamper your mind and soul with good books. Write a poem or two about the happiness surging through your veins and go on lots of dates with your girl and guy friends. You are loved just as much as anyone else in the world - who cares if you’re single.
—  being single shouldn’t affect your happiness

Hope you like it ^^

Asriel from “The Plan” belongs to @rustnut