your beauty is too much for words

BTS REACTION: You (their crush) tell them that you like them while you are drunk because you think they are someone else

*YF/N = Your Friend’s Name*

Jungkook: Would be completely shooked because you are crying your feelings out, holding his hand and saying things like “YF/N, I like him so much and he doesn’t even know who I am.” But in the very next day, he would try to tell you how much he likes you too.

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Namjoon: He would pretend he didn’t heard anything because you are drunk and would bring you to your friends. Namjoon would go back home, with your words hammering his head. And he would probably write more songs about you.

Originally posted by eatjin

Jin: “Well, how would not? I am beautiful and nice”, he says, part joking, part telling the truth. But then you call him by your best friend’s name and that’s how he knows you really like him because he thought you were just kidding. He wouldn’t know what to do after that.

Originally posted by jxnhyungs

Suga: would probably start to drink as much as you did. Not because he wants to forget what you said, but because he wants to know if he has the courage to do the same as you did. Even if you did it thinking you said to your friend, he wants to tell to you how he feels about you.

Originally posted by kthmyg

J-Hope: He would look to your best friend, right beside him, and wouldn’t know what to do. “And I really like him, you know that, YF/N, I talk about him almost everyday. But I have no courage to say it face to face. I need help”, you say, your eyes almost closed. J-Hope will be a shy mess. When you wake up in the next day, you see a text he sent you. “Your friend gave me your number. Hope you don’t mind.- JH.

Originally posted by kawaiinekololitablog

V: Happy! That’s the word that fits him perfectly in this moment. V knows that you are drunk and don’t even recognize him, but don’t you worry; when you are sober, he will talk to you about what happened and be totally clear about how he is feeling about you.

Originally posted by eyesmiletrash

Jimin: If you are alone, he will drive you home just to make sure you are safe. He won’t believe much the things you said, but would change with you, being more and more kind and sweet, until you say if you really like him or that thing was just the drinks talking.

Originally posted by gotjimin

kalendraashtar  asked:

Have I told you lately that I love you? I'm in denial about the approaching ending of your masterpiece - but so looking forward to it, as I know you'll finish it with a golden key. They have come such a long way and it was a true pleasure and honour to follow their journey through yours beautiful words. Much love, from this admirer! <3

Lordy Kal… You got me right in the heart, sweets, ILY too❤🤗

to be honest, I’m a little in denial too lol it feels odd having reached this point! It’s been great fun and made all the more special with yours and everyone’s love. I never thought. I’ve been really lucky. Thank you!
You ruin your life by desensitizing yourself. We are all afraid to say too much, to feel too deeply, to let people know what they mean to us. Caring is not synonymous with crazy. Expressing to someone how special they are to you will make you vulnerable. There is no denying that. However, that is nothing to be ashamed of. There is something breathtakingly beautiful in the moments of smaller magic that occur when you strip down and are honest with those who are important to you. Let that girl know that she inspires you. Tell your mother you love her in front of your friends. Express, express, express. Open yourself up, do not harden yourself to the world, and be bold in who, and how you love. There is courage in that.
You love too much
Why would you let that hurt you?
You think it’s bad, to love something or someone this much?
You shouldn’t.
It takes great courage to give your heart and self that way, to put your soul into doing something that is so… selfless.
Yes, it could hurt you.
Yes, it will.
But doesn’t everything else beautiful?
You may never receive the same kind of love back,
But that’s okay,
Because it isn’t the reason you give it.
That’s why you’re indestructible.
You’re beautiful,
And you’re amazing,
And you shouldn’t beat yourself up for doing something so good.
Let loving be your strength,
Not your destruction.
And remember,
Only you are able to decide what could hurt you.
You ruin your life by desensitizing yourself. We are all afraid to say too much, to feel too deeply, to let people know what they mean to us. Caring is not synonymous with crazy. Expressing to someone how special they are to you will make you vulnerable. There is no denying that. However, that is nothing to be ashamed of. There is something breathtakingly beautiful in the moments of smaller magic that occur when you strip down and are honest with those who are important to you. Let that girl know that she inspires you. Tell your mother you love her in front of your friends. Express, express, express. Open yourself up, do not harden yourself to the world, and be bold in who, and how you love. There is courage in that.
—  Bianca Sparacino
Be kind, resourceful, beautiful, friendly. Have initiative, have a sense of humor, tell right from wrong. Make mistakes, fall in love, enjoy strawberries and cream, make someone fall in love with you. Learn from experience, use words properly, be the subject of your own thoughts. Have as much diversity of behavior as any human being. Do something really new.
—  Alan Turing, “Computing Machinery and Intelligence”, p. 447. Turing proposed this list of behavior for theoretical artificial intelligence in 1950. Sounds like pretty solid life advice for people, too.
My Princess

My Princess (m)

Word count: 3.8k

Genre: smut

I probably went a little too far with this, oh well. Although, this was probably one of my favorites i’ve written so far. Anyway, his was a request from an anon, hope you enjoy :)

Your boyfriend of one year, Jimin, decided for your anniversary he was going to take you to your favorite place, Disneyland. You two loved watching Disney movies together. You especially loved Beauty and the Beast and pretty much any princess movie. Jimin decide to even called you his princess. For your anniversary he made sure to get some time off so you two could spend a long weekend together.

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with every step and jump, with every twist and dip, and with every sway and swirl, you’ve expressed yourself without uttering even a single word and to be honest, i don’t think words are enough for you to let everyone know how much you want it, how no one wants it more than you do and that’s what makes your dance the most beautiful of them all. you’ve waltzed into everyone’s hearts with your powerful moves and graceful twirls but you’ve snugged yourself in when you showed how genuine you are. your laughs that are distinctively louder than everyone else, your smiles that are brighter than the sun, even your tears that tug at every heartstrings and then you turn and spin everyone on their axis by curving your lips into a sinful smirk, moving your body in an almost illegal way, and looking like you know something that nobody else does. but that’s what makes you so endearing and special. you’re always so grateful to every one but the only one you should be the most grateful to is yourself. 

never stop standing on stage like you were meant to be there and continue the dream you have been longing for since the start. it’s only right for you to claim everything you deserve because you’ve earned it and there’s only more for you in this world and nothing less. I love you so much, my two left feet could almost dance. happy birthday to the one and only dancing machine, our precious Kim Jongin. #HappyJonginDay #종인아생일축하해

When they ask me how much I love you, I will tell them about the nights we cracked the skies, the way your lips were soft clouds and I kissed them even when they were full of rain.
I will tell them how our heavy breaths were thunder, how it was too beautiful to walk away from your rainstorm smile, the way thunder drips from your mouth.
You tell me I’m sunset, say I’m everywhere and some skies are just worth the fall and you hold me like you’re drowning in colours
When they ask, I will tell them about the lightning storms, every spark, every time you filled up my collarbones with lighter fluid, every time you touched me with flames.
I dare to say that somewhere the stars are watching and they’re cheering me on
The light pouring through the trees means they like who i’m dancing with.
—  Vivian
Quotes for the Signs
  • Aries : "She's the girl with a fairytale face but her mouth screams like a wolf's"
  • Taurus : "Her eyes weren't as beautiful as the stars, her eyes were as beautiful as her heart"
  • Gemini : "I feel like I'm living in this constant state of too much and not enough, like the days are passing by too fast and too slow and I'm always either overwhelmed or empty"
  • Cancer : "You have galaxies inside your head, stop letting people tell you you cannot shine"
  • Leo : "She needed a hero so that's what she became"
  • Virgo : "Maybe she was unreadable because she didn't want to be read"
  • Libra : "I'm almost never serious, and I'm always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I'm like a collection of paradoxes"
  • Scorpio : "You wake every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before, and that, my love, is bravery"
  • Sagittarius : "Before I am your daughter, your sister, your aunt, niece or cousin, I am my own person and I will not set fire to myself to keep you warm"
  • Capricorn : "But you see there is a graveyard in my mouth, filled with words that have died on my lips"
  • Aquarius : "Maybe she isn't your sun but she's your moon, appearing in your darkest nights, never too soon"
  • Pisces : "Her eyes are pure stars, and her fingers, if they touch you, freeze you to the bone"

I know you don’t think you’re beautiful enough, or enough in general. I’ve been laying here for what seems like forever trying to think of the words I could say to make you feel as beautiful as you are to me.
but how do I tell you that everytime you look at me I get goosebumps all over my body.
how do I tell you that I spend too much time thinking about the goosebumps on yours and how I want to trace every one to create constellations out of the spots so I can prove to you that you are the universe.
how do I tell you that I’ve had always hard time loving myself but everytime you say my name I feel so lucky to be in my own skin.
how do I tell you that every day I fall for something new about you but I’m afraid that if our eyes meet for too long I’ll fall for a part of you that I can’t hold.
it’s hard to find the right words to tell you how beautiful you are to me, but if I have to I’ll tell you everyday, over and over, in different ways, different forms, different languages, until maybe someday you’ll feel it too.

“And when we lied on the beach, drunk, with our legs intertwined, I gazed up at you and damn, did you look more beautiful than the sunrise that was less than 30 minutes away. Did you look more fascinating than the stressed sea fighting with its frothy crests. But it wasn’t because I drank too much. I equally enjoyed watching you sleep in the next afternoon with the sun pointing out your messy hair. It was probably the best cure for a hangover.”

1. Write down everything he said that made your heart beat faster. Every word that found a home in your soul and kept you warm on nights when you were too cold to breathe.

2. Take your time. Write as neat as you can. Elegant cursive, bubble letters, calligraphy. Make the penmanship as beautiful as the words it is saying.

3. Read it over and over and over again. Feel the way you felt when he first said it to you. Forget how much it hurts now.

4. Light it on fire in the bathroom sink. As the edges curl and the letters melt, forget it all. It’s not a part of your life anymore and you don’t need to keep it. It’s gone.

5. Now write down everything he said to you that made you blush a deep red. Everything he said to you that made your thighs tremble and your breath shaky.

6. Make the penmanship sloppy, like the way he would’ve kissed you. Write it down quick and messy and don’t worry about how the things you are writing would make a priest impure. Write it all anyway.

7. Read it. Just once. Let yourself imagine what you could’ve been one more time.

8. Then light it on fire too. Forget it too.

9. Now write down what he said to you that hurts. Write down the words he threw at you as he left, write down the excuses he made, write down the words he stabbed into your chest. Write down what he said that made you cry.

10. Make the words harsh and sharp. Scratch it out with a knife onto the page if you have to.

11. Don’t read it again.

12. Light it on fire. Watch it burn. Forget.

13. He wanted to burn you down but don’t let him. Get there first. You’re the one who’s holding the matches.

—  How to forget him– Lily Rain
Quotes for the Signs
  • Aries : "Monsters don't live happily ever after but when your lips brushed against his, you almost believed you could."
  • Taurus : "Maybe I love too much and maybe I show too little."
  • Gemini : "She exhaled her darkness like constellations."
  • Cancer : "I like the sea we understand each other.It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have and so am I."
  • Leo : "You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness. But still, like air, I'll rise."
  • Virgo : "My love for beautiful words became an addiction. That's why even your lies sounded sweet."
  • Libra : "Stars got tangled in her hair, whenever she played in the sky."
  • Scorpio : "My pain was never beautiful or poetic. It was answering the phone mid breakdown and laughing like I was fine."
  • Sagittarius : "So here you are, too foreign for home, too foreign for here, never enough for both."
  • Capricorn : "Do not awaken galaxies inside of someone if you are not even fond of the stars."
  • Aquarius : "You think everyone has the same heart as you and that's what's gonna fuck you up."
  • Pisces : "I cannot make you understand, I cannot make anybody understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."
Scars - (A Yixing Drabble)

Genre: Angst Fluff

Warning: Suicide mention

Word count: 2.5k

Anon: Yixing, beauty and the beast

@sweet-and-sensual : Hope drabble game is still on. Yixing and a fallen angel please! 😬😬😬

The rain outside hit the window, trailing down in steady streams. How long had it been raining? You pulled your sweater tighter around yourself, feeling the chill from the glass as you took another sip of your drink.

It was weak. Watered down too much and you drained the glass quickly, annoyed that you didn’t feel even a little bit tipsy by now.

The bar was a dive. Hidden off a main street, down a deserted gloomy alleyway, you only knew about this place by word of mouth. Just like everyone in here. The music was good and the place was dark enough that you didn’t need to worry about being looked at too closely or for too long by the beautiful people. The ones who went to other bars.

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You love him - you don’t know much about anything, but you know you love him with every shattered piece of your being. And it’s beautiful. Perhaps “beautiful” is a word too clichéd to describe what you share with this boy, but no other word seems to fit. You and this boy, you both feel something too powerful for you to handle.

And so it ends. Because neither of you can cope. And it’s agonizing, it really is. You spend so long trying to repair yourself, trying to fill your cracks with vodka and cigarettes and tears. So many tears. And it takes a long time, but you do it. You fix yourself. You’re okay.

Then you see him with that other girl. And your entire body feels like it’s on fire, and so is everything around you. The flames are everywhere, and your lungs are slowly filling with the ash from the blaze. You’re suffocating. You’re dying. And you don’t care.

—  soimpossiblybroken

“It’s not much,” I stammered “But I wanted to share it with you.” I said quickly.

A small smile appeared on Elain’s lips as she nodded.

“Okay now close your eyes.” I said softly.

I held her hand as I led her through the house and out into the back, I stopped at the top of the stone steps, and waited as I was too nervous to speak.

“I just really - I know - I mean it’s not much, and I don’t want to get your hopes up,” I fumbled over my words, I took a deep breath and said “Okay, open your eyes.”

Elain’s eyes slowly opened, and straight away her beautiful brown eyes shone with excitement and wonder; as she soaked up the surroundings of my quaint garden, all the flowers and trees, the way the sun shined on the plants making them look as if they were glowing. She spun around and jumped at me so fast I didn’t have time to support both of our weights and we both fell to the floor. We both blushed vibrant red but couldn’t help but laugh ourselves hoarse.

“Azriel…” she said after we had finally calmed ourselves down and sat peacefully hand in hand. “It’s beautiful.”

I stared at her, I felt proud, the woman I was so madly in love had praised something I had created, and I felt so unbelievably proud.

“And the yellow roses!” She said excitedly “They’re my favourite! How did you know?”

I blushed and told her that I had asked Feyre and Nesta what all her favourite plants were.

Eventually after Elain had finished roaming the garden she came and sat next to me and nuzzled into me. I kissed the top of her head and she sighed contentedly.

“Thank you.” She whispered.

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“No Promises” - Charles Xavier x Student Reader Imagine

Hello again, This is one of the Charles x reader requests i received, there will be a part two if this that another non requested as smut so I’ll link this to the top of the smut post when it comes. Hope you enjoy this and as always please leave feedback and more requests in my ask box :)

*Female Student Reader

*1,555 words

*NSFW points, but not much ;)

Originally posted by blueberry-precious

Charles had found you your first year of university, you had been sitting in a corner of you university library when he had waltzed over and taken the seat in front of you. Sitting there, his beautiful blue eyes focused solely on you, with his hands laced gently together in front of him he leaned forward and revealed who he was and why he was there. Less than six months later and you were happily living at the mansion Charles had brought you too. How could you have said no too him after he explained he knew of your ability to teleport and then showed you his, speaking into your mind and then blushing a little when he began to read it and found out you had only heard half of what he had said, the rest being dulled by your detailed study of his face and “gorgeous eyes” as your thoughts had put it. Since then you had made it your mission while you stayed at the school to finish your degree to flirt and fluster the handsome professor at every possible opportunity. You did everything you could think of to entice your tutor to give you some sort of sign he felt the same way you did, and you didn’t keep your feelings to yourself, why would you; he’s a telepath, he could tell what you were thinking anyway. But every time you made an outright advance at him, he would just push you away.

When you first arrived, it was like he took you under his wing, always sitting fairly close to you when helping you study but he soon moved further away when you were sat in his office one day, him explaining the opinion of the author you were studying when you turned to him

           “You’ve got lovely eyes professor” you almost whispered, he was so close. The professor’s cheeks tinted a light pink at your remark and the closeness with which your faces were.

           “Thank you y/n, but that’s not the kind of thing you should say to your teacher.” He had managed to stutter out before looking back down at the paper and moving himself slightly away from you. You didn’t know how to react immediately. After mumbling out a quiet apology you both got back to studying.

Unidentified by you, Charles had loved you from the moment he met you. The first time he had looked through your mind, not only had he saw what you thought of him but he saw who you were, how kind you were to other people and how you seemed to only use your abilities for fun and when your alarm didn’t wake you up in time for your morning lecture. And he had only fallen more in love with you with every passing day you were in each other’s company. But it was wrong, so wrong. He was your professor; he shouldn’t feel this way about you. True you weren’t that much younger than him but still, he was your professor.  And what made it worse was that you seemed to take no notice what so ever of him denying you, in fact you seemed to revel in it, taking every opportunity you had to fluster and embarrass him.

He was teaching a class, you of coarse taking a seat at the front wearing the shortest skirt imaginable, and when he had turned around to address the class again after writing something on the board, you slowly spread your legs apart to reveal your lacy white underwear just to the professor, just for the professor. He choked on his own breath as he caught sight of the small wet patch the had formed in your underwear, just hearing his smooth deep voice talk for the past hour. He covered it up as best he could and carried on with the lecture as you smirked and crossed your legs again still showing enough of your thighs to distract him every now and again. Then there were the times when you would knock on his office door only to teleport into his office and sit on his desk as he reached the door to answer it. Him turning to see you in your cute little outfits perched on his desk smirking at him as you swung your legs from side to side your feet not quite reaching the floor. He would always compose himself and see you out of his office, only to have to loosen his tie and occasionally his trousers when the door was closed.

But after all of these months of constantly teasing Charles and getting nowhere you decided to have some real fun for a change Your best friend, Jean, had mentioned there was a beach party tonight by the lake near the mansion and with not much convincing she persuaded you to go with her and the rest of the gang. So that evening you changed into an alluring deep burgundy two piece that showed off all your best assets, slipped on a pair of denim shorts and a loose top over the top and teleported yourself and everyone else to the lake. Scott and Peter dragged Kurt off immediately to go and get drinks, Jubilee ran off to go and say hello to people, whilst you and Jean set up the towels and Ororo tuned in the radio.

The night went on and Jubilee had introduced you to some of the guys she knew that had invited her, Scott having dragged Jean off somewhere as soon as he had seen the muscled men approach both of you. You dragged both men over to where everyone was dancing and pulled them towards sandwiching yourself between them before dancing with both of them. Hoots and wolf whistles came from everyone as you began dancing the night away with the two guys and the rest of your friends. At the end of the night you said goodbye to everyone and teleported you and the other mutants back to the mansion, where you all snuck back to your respective rooms.

The next morning as you left the library to go to training Charles pulled you aside into his office.

           “Don’t think I don’t know where you all went last night” he steamed, approaching you.

           “Oh really Professor? And what are you going to do about it, we were only having a little fun!” you countered, lowering your voice slightly and stepping closer to him,smirking, challenging his stance. But Charles was having none of it, he seemed genuinely angry.

           “Stop this now Y/N! This is not laughing matter, anything could have happened to you!”

           “To any of us” you interrupted

           “Yes to any of you! But you can’t keep doing this any of this, not just the running about behind my back, the flirting, the touching and your thoughts!!” Charles was practically red in the face now as he paced up and down his office.

           “And what do you want me to do with my thoughts Professor?! I can’t help how I feel about you, not since I first saw you! And you just want me to turn these feelings off, how about you just stop trespassing on my mind!” You screamed back at him, getting angrier yourself by the second as he had the audacity to tell you not to think so loudly. Charles stood there shocked for a moment that you had yelled back.

           “ I can’t, I can’t I’ve tried so hard not to see into your mind. But theres no way to shut it off, you think so loudly and visually about me that I cant ignore it and its wrong” He finished his sentence in almost a whisper, bringing his hands up to his face and wiping them up and down to bring him back to reality.

           “Charles” you got up from the desk and stood in front of him, “You’re the only one who thinks this is wrong, I’m not a child and you’re not an old man, and I love you” you said confidently, looking deep into his eyes in an effort to convince him. Charles couldn’t take it anymore, He loved you just as you loved him, he had the moment he first peered into your mind. It was brilliant, you were brilliant and smart, and funny and he thought you were gorgeous.

           “I love you” Charles whispered, eyes almost watering as he leaned closer to you, foreheads pressed against one another, bringing his hand up to your cheek and pulling you in for the softest kiss you had ever had. You lips moved completely in sync, his hand moving round to the back of your neck to pull you in closer if that was possible, whilst tilting his head slightly, tongue poking out to stroke against your lower lip asking for entrance which you gladly gave. The kiss went on for what seemed like forever, neither of you wanting to break apart for fear of the other regretting it. When you finally did break for air he kept you close and whispered, “I love you, I always have and I always will, but for god’s sake stop teasing me in front of everyone, there is only so much a man can take” he giggled, his arms now wrapped around you.

           “No Promises”

Every person of color has heard – whether it’s from close friends, family members or yourself – this exact same line:

“I look too Asian. Even though I am an Asian, I look too Asian.”

That’s what this Korean teenage girl said of herself.

As much as I detest the act of removing all your ethnic features, I can’t help but think about all the times I’ve heard friends, family members and folks in the activist community utter those same words.

It makes you wonder…

How powerful are white supremacists beauty standards that they’ve managed to make ethnic folks HATE the features they were born with?

Then I imagine all the movies, TV shows, commercials, billboards, YouTube videos, magazine ads, beauty pageants, Maxim’s hottest 100, dating shows, novels, children’s books, history books, music videos, Barbie dolls and action figures…

… and I remember that a majority of those have whites only.

When all you see is white, you believe it’s the default. Through the monopoly of mass media, whiteness has been normalized while ethnic people are vilified as genetic aberrations.

We’re made to believe that ethnically, we were born a mistake and it’s up to us to fix our natural hair, our slanted eyes, our accents, and our darker skin so we can blend in. So we can make whiteness feel relaxed.

"Oh, thank God! I thought you were one of THOSE minorities!”

Perhaps as a collective, it’s time we encourage each other to stop placing scalpels against our skin and instead, place it against the face of white supremacy and white beauty standards.

Source: The Love Life Of An Asian Guy,