#I remember one of my greatest dreams was to make art and inspire others

[singlesablog]

Fantasia.

“Magic” (1980) Olivia Newton-John MCA Records (Written by John Farrar) Highest U.S. Billboard Chart Position – No. 1

ONJ, queen of the echo, absolutely stole my heart the 4 weeks this was No. 1 on the top 40 charts for all of August, but I am sure it went on long after, because I vividly remember running home from 9th grade to wait by our giant television stereo console—6 feet long, in walnut—to hear it hauntingly waft over FM radio one more time and once again fuel my dreams.  The strings, the guitars, the little bit of ELO-like synthetic thing happening with the voices behind her, and yes, an echo on her voice to make Phil Spector weep, it was and is one of the greatest singles ever.  For certain it was one of the gayest.

The big push behind the Xanadu soundtrack was that one half of the LP was Olivia (and I know now her genius producer and songwriter John Farrar) and the other half a then riding-high ELO (Electric Light Orchestra).  Now ELO will show up here again; in the mid-70s the band produced Beatle-esque pop songs I adored, but at this stage I felt the singles were starting to verge on bombast (“All Over The World”, “I’m Alive”,  and “Xanadu”—which is possibly even more camp than the movie, and a famous flop—were the hit singles by ELO).  I also felt that the gorgeous things on her side of the record were rather sneered at as Top 40 pap, even though if you were to turn on any 80s station today it would be clear that the lasting hit from the soundtrack is “Magic”, and that you would be very hard pressed to hear “All Over The World” ever in your life again.   But no one is prepared to admit that, even though neither artists where ever considered cool, then or today.

The Pan Pacific Auditorium, built in L.A. in 1935 and used as an exterior for the motion picture Xanadu (1980).

I actually loved the movie, and ran home eagerly right after to make paintings inspired by the Los Angeles/Art Deco fantasia it presented, plus Olivia’s hair and clothes, which were peak that year.  All of the songs on Side ONJ (the album, which I am looking at, actually says ELO side and ONJ side!) were the really dreamy ones, and included two underrated ballads, “Suddenly”, her duet with Cliff Richard (Billboard No. 20) and “Suspended in Time”, another pyramid of echo.  But none of them could touch the hem of “Magic”, where the planets aligned so rare, and there were promises in the air, and she’d bring all your dreams alive…. for you.  

Well, me.  Especially me.

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“Magic” 1980’s third biggest seller, was right behind Pink Floyd’s “Another Brick in The Wall” and behind the no. 1 of the year, Blondie’s “Call Me”, the theme song to the motion picture American Gigolo, starring Richard Gere, written by Giorgio Moroder with lyrics by Deborah Harry (based on her impressions of the movie).  Gigolo, a film about a straight hustler in Armani clothes who works for a gay pimp, is one of the true style representations for the L.A. of 1979/80 (a feast for the eyes in terms of fashion and West Coast interior design), signaling both the extreme 70s feel of the movie, alongside the more Euro-centric eye toward the clothes and modernism that would define the first half of the 1980s that lie ahead.  It would be a Los Angeles/Art Deco fantasia of a very different and darker attitude.

As a further aside, Gere’s hustler character in the film was named "Julian", which was soon to be borrowed for the drug dealing character Julian in Bret Easton Ellis’ classic dystopian novel Less Than Zero (1983), leading to a vision of L.A. even darker still.

#1979 #1980 #pop #xanadu #olivia newton john #american gigolo #less than zero #L.A.

[edvard-molnar]

Futuristic landscape scenery, 2018, Acrylic painting on canvas, 120cm x 100cm (48 x 40 inches). This is my early work from 2018, (one year before I started painting birds). This is the only one artwork in which birds are not the topic here, but this artwork means a lot to me. It’s my autobiographical story. When I was a kid I was dreaming I will work at NASA. Every day I was flying through rooms of my house with my toy spaceship. Some people gave me nickname Scientist. After many years my hidden child imagination is here again… In this artwork I painted my imaginations mostly from my childhood time, parts of my child’ life story and memories when I was a little kid. There are many symbolism objects which represent my dreams and emotions from time when I was a kid and young teenager. Except many futuristic symbolism objects you can see there one open love feeling dog which is maybe (open) happy or can be (broken) sad. There down between heaven stars is Salvador Dali who holds two big brushes. When I was kid I didn’t know anything about his art, but his famous face with the big mustaches always impressed me when I was kid and I cannot forget him. There is Vincent Van Gogh’s big windmill, but Van Gogh’s windmill is not free placed on the wind and the sun. It is a hidden underwater windmill, because Vincent Van Gogh’s life was not filled with much of sunlight. I remember when I was a kid everybody told me that Vincent is the most famous, but he was very unhappy man. You can see in many other parts of this painting are many symbolism objects from my life, from my soul and my imaginations. If you want to see more details visit my website: www.edvardmolnar.com and see more details on close-up photos of this painting. You can find on this artwork love couple with balloons which is a very small part (less than 1 %) of this large size acrylic painting canvas. These two young happy people in love, the boyfriend and the girlfriend are holding different balloons, but they are holding it tight together. These two persons in love are different. One is more open person; another is an introvert person. Every serious relationship has complementing of two persons in relationship. It is the main key to one couple happiness. So, I painted outer inner complementing of these two persons in love. And you can see an Angel man is helping or giving strength to his Angel woman. It is a very small part (less than 1 %) of the big acrylic painting canvas, but the most important part. I was very inspired when I painted that guided by thought and feeling that love is when one person makes to another person that he or she is richer in his or her soul. The greatest right love is when you are giving to somebody and you are getting from somebody such love that it influences on you that you become the strongest, the happiest, the healthiest, the most creative, the most successful person. Have a wonderful day! 🌞🎨💛

#abstract #futuristic #futurism #scenery #birds eye #view #aerial #figurative #fantasy #art #dream #painting #acrylic #animal #bird #canvas #childlike #conceptual #love #outsider #symbolism #maximalism #sea #ocean #windmill #wonderland #dog #couple #river #modern

[dreamwritesimagines]

Jane and Mr Sinclair

I know that they are like little minor characters, but I really do like the pairing of Mr Sinclair and Jane.

I like to think that Jane herself is an artist, more specifically a painter. She prefers portraits to landscapes and watercolours to oils and for as long as she can remember she has dreamt of having her own gallery opening. Her fingers are stained with ink and paint, but for all her passion Jane is well...her art is just terrible. All art is subjective of course, but Jane seems to be an exception to that rule.

Throughout the years her family and friends have tried to subtly hint that her talents lay elsewhere - her friends wanted to protect her, her family were embarrassed by her (I also headcanon that Jane is overlooked to the point of neglect by her parents) - but it was only when she heard two of her peers mocking her work that Jane finally put her paintbrushes away. She gave up on her dream. Now she only paints at home and her art only hangs in the privacy of her bedroom.

However, during their courtship Jane accidentally lets slip to Sinclair that she was an artist. Now normally Sinclair wouldn't badger a fellow creative into showing their work. He knows how personal art is, but he is so enchanted by Jane that he manages to convince her to show him her work. Jane cannot say no.

She trusts Mr Sinclair completely but she is still terrified when she shows him her portfolio. To Jane, Mr Sinclair is a genius, in all possibility the greatest living poet. She dreads the awkward silence and polite but empty words that come when others view her work. She is expecting the same reaction from Mr Sinclair.

And there is silence. Moments that seem to drag on forever. Jane cannot look at him, finding the clock on the mantelpiece suddenly very interesting. Finally though Jane gathers up the courage to look up.

Sinclair is sitting in the chair opposite holding her work as if it was made of glass, mouth agape and stars in his eyes for Sinclair has never seen such beauty put on paper before. He has seen the great classics, visited the Sistine Chapel, but for the first time he feels he is looking at true art. And then when he looks up at Jane he knows he is looking at perfection.

The rest of the afternoon is spent with Sinclair asking her question after question - her inspiration, what draws her to art - and begging her to let him see more of her creations. He tells her that he would think it a privilege to sit for one of her portraits, a confession which makes Jane blush all shades of red. Sinclair never lies so Jane knows he is not shamelessly flattering her.

When Jane admits to him that he is the first person to ever like her work he is gobsmacked.

"My dear Miss Longmore, the greats are never appreciated in their time."

The next day Mr Sinclair asks for Jane's hand in marriage. He cannot spend another day not having her in his arms. He wants to hold her, kiss her and to unashamedly worship her. He wants to boast that she is his wife.

I just imagine that Jane had an unhappy childhood where she was overlooked in favour of her more talented prettier siblings. It is this HC that makes me want her to find love and to be accepted for who she is, and for Sinclair to be accepted for who he is too.

Just a happy marriage for these two innocents in a home with Jane's paintings on proud display throughout the house and Sinclair reading poetry and asking for advice from her on a daily basis. It sounds cheesy but they are each others muse.

I also like the idea of them finding other artists and establishing a group of like minded creatives (like a Regency-era Bloomsbury set) but all the members - writers, artists, actors, musicians - are all terrible in their chosen crafts. "Not appreciated". It is only the other members who can see the beauty in their work.

Phew! And now I have finally shared this odd headcanon of mine with you.

OMG OMG-

HONEY, YOU’RE A GENIUS! 😱

I’m literally gawking at the screen because this is such a great idea and it gives both of them so much depth and now I wanna hear more about Jane and Mr. Sinclair! ❤😍

First of all, Jane as an artist –an underrated artist- makes so much sense! ❤ Like, that could definitely be one of the reasons why she was drawn to Mr. Sinclair, and why she never really made a move on him! Because –and it’s connected to your other wonderful headcanon as well- if Jane’s parents neglected her and didn’t support her art, of course she wouldn’t be able to even hope to make a conversation with Mr. Sinclair whom she idolizes as an artist❤

Omg poor Jane, being mocked by her peers for her art😭 I’m so protective of her now❤😭

Sinclair is sitting in the chair opposite holding her work as if it was made of glass, mouth agape and stars in his eyes for Sinclair has never seen such beauty put on paper before. He has seen the great classics, visited the Sistine Chapel, but for the first time he feels he is looking at true art. And then when he looks up at Jane he knows he is looking at perfection. THIS IS SUCH A SOFT MOMENT AND YOU DESCRIBED IT PERFECTLY-

I’m going to cry, he loves her so much! 😍❤❤

"My dear Miss Longmore, the greats are never appreciated in their time." HE IS RIGHT AND HE SHOULD SAY IT😱🥰

They need to marry asap, they’re so cuuuute!😍 And I love that they’re each other’s muse! 🥰

I also like the idea of them finding other artists and establishing a group of like minded creatives (like a Regency-era Bloomsbury set) but all the members - writers, artists, actors, musicians - are all terrible in their chosen crafts. "Not appreciated". It is only the other members who can see the beauty in their work. I love this idea as well! And your amazing HC made me get a HC of it, and like, what if their little group was actually praised for all their work a century or two later?! 😱 Especially Jane 😍

Honey I cannot thank you enough for this, you’ve made me so happy with this HC! ❤ Thank you so so much, I totally see this as canon now!😍🥰❤❤❤

[kumoriwrites]

What are your wips about?

Thank you for the ask, anon! Sorry for getting to it a bit late 💜

So, I'm going to preface this by saying I have over one hundred WIPs. Not kidding. My brain is extremely active, and I think and daydream a lot more than I put words on paper. There are ninety-six (96) projects on my fanfiction masterlist, and at least nine (9) novels sitting and waiting for me in Google Drive. One of the reasons I don't talk much about my writing here on Tumblr is because of that - because I have so many - and because I have trouble making my thoughts coherent most of the time.

Anyway, for that reason, I will not be telling you about all one hundred some of my WIPs (Why not, Maki? I ask myself sarcastically. Ha, ha.) Instead, I will pick a few that I have thought about a lot and/or worked on recently, and also that I just love and feel like sharing. Read below to learn about them!

Haikyuu fanfiction:

Comment Es-tu Vrai? (AKA "sunflower fic") is my current main project. It focuses on Miya Atsumu, a painter, who is still in the recovery stages of a rough breakup and is struggling a lot with loneliness - until he meets Sakusa Kiyoomi, the man of his dreams. Literally. Sakusa is a miracle who seems to only exist in Atsumu's dreams, where he visits him almost every night in an endless field of sunflowers. Atsumu, desperate to learn more about his mystery man, uses these dreams as new art inspiration and slowly falls in love with Sakusa as time goes on. In doing so, however, he grows disconnected from reality, inventing a world for himself beyond his real life and neglecting himself as a result, much to the concern of his loved ones. CETV focuses on themes of the importance of self-care (and lack thereof), grief in unconventional formats, and seeking/learning how to find happiness in life.

The Nohebi Novel (AKA Maki's Canon Nohebi Content) is exactly what it sounds like: A whole book's worth of content on Nohebi Academy's boys' volleyball team, who are unfairly minor and whom I have adopted as, pretty much, my ocs. I love them dearly and think about them daily. Nohebi Novel, focusing on the five main third years (Daishou, Sakishima, Hiroo, Numai, and Takachiho), is mainly a slice-of-life that details the characters' lives from before birth until adulthood, digging in to their home and family lives, their career paths, hopes, and dreams, their relationships with each other, and all the sweet and bitter moments in between. It is my pride, it is my joy, it is all planned out in my head, and I have not written very much of it at all. Remember my "[unwritten project] is my greatest accomplishment" post? Yeah, this is what that's about :')

Original works:

Clara In Particular (working title) is my most recently created novel, a mix of a story told by Casper and poetry written by Clara. Their lives are connected in a seemingly normal way, at first, when they meet at a café on the campus of a university neither of them attend, get to talking, and fall in love. But before their first week together ends, Casper receives a typed note informing him that Clara is going to die. He is pushed head-first into a mystery unravelling around him, forced into a sense of urgency and need to save Clara before it's too late, and lands on a path he's not sure he wants to follow. All the while, he continues to fall in love with Clara, while a future with her seems to grow farther and farther away. The secrets Casper has to keep only worsen matters, and he risks losing Clara in so many ways, none of which he expected when he met her. I haven't fleshed out too much of the plot yet, but it can be categorised as magical realism, and has ✨ autumn vibes ✨, as I love to write most.

Run Cried the Crawling is a retelling of Little Red Riding Hood, set in 17th century France and featuring, again, magic and autumn vibes. Brielle, our little red, lives in the woods with her mother, and is not to speak to spirits. She is certain, however, that Renard, a curious stranger she meets near her home, is no spirit. He is of flesh and blood, just like any human - Brielle doesn't think much of the fact that he doesn't age as she does, and she teaches herself to ignore his wild, almost feral nature. When, at age thirteen, she makes the annual journey to tend to her grandmother's grave alone for the first time, Renard guides her. He stays at her side for the next five years, a secret for Brielle to keep from her mother, and teaches Brielle all she could ask to know. It is only when she turns eighteen and Renard turns hungry that she begins to doubt the reality the stranger has built for her. And when Brielle starts to believe Renard is a danger to her, she learns to fight with all she is to keep herself and the people she loves safe.

Wow hope all that made sense :) Thank you again for asking, and be prepared that you may never hear about these projects again <3

#maki answers #maki fics #maki's canon nohebi content #clara in particular #run cried the crawling

[bistretorres]

"THREE YEARS AGO, FIVE YEARS FROM NOW"

I want be a 3d animator someday. That’s what I said to myself three years ago.

My name is Dino Torres, a 3rd year Multimedia Arts student at STI College Lucena. I was born on June 11, 2003 with a twin sister named Dina. Isn't it unique? Or not. My family was just from a low middle class but we, together with my 9 other siblings was able to study. I was with my family until 7 then live with my grandmother when I was 8. I still see my sibling at school though since we’re studying at the same school. In my grade school, I don’t really care about my dream yet but I remember when we are graduating in grade 6, my teacher asks us what we wanted to be in the future. I just said, “I want to be a fireman”. I don’t really know why I said that but I don’t really care. Perhaps the 11-year-old me thinks being a fireman was cool.

Not until I step up to high school. High School was the best time to develop my skills. My six years in high school honed my artistic and other abilities. When I was in primary school, I wasn't particularly interested in art, but my teachers saw my potential and encouraged me to join the art club. I only joined because of the additional grades, but I couldn't see my potential in art at the time. My teachers invited me to participate in the mural painting competition when I was in seventh grade. I joined because I have a team and believe I should give it a shot. Surprisingly we beat the higher grade level and got the 3rd place. Since then, I started to like art. Because of that victory, I became one of the head of the art club in our school at just grade 8. I started to join in art contest in our school since then and developed my love in art. Because of my achievements at our school, I was able to represent our school in a poster making competition when I was in grade 9. I love to compete so I agreed. Together with 18 other schools in Quezon, I got the 4th place. My teachers were happy about the result and so as me. I really love art at this moment and I was passionate to pursue art. Then every time our school was joining in art contest, it’s always me representing our school. I joined the rotary poster making contest when I was in grade 10 and got the 3rd place. I joined 3 poster making, 1 mural painting, and 1 logo making contest representing our school when I was in grade 11 and got the 1st place to all of them. Because of this I was able to compete in division and regional level competing with other school across the region 4-A. Then I finished my high school with those achievements.

When the Pandemic struck, I was always alone at my grandmother's house. Every day, I asked myself, "What do I want to be in the future?" Should I major in the fine arts in college? Should I be an architect instead? With my artistic abilities, I was unsure of what path I would take in college. Then I saw Andre Manguba, who is my greatest inspiration in the Philippines' creative industry. I noticed he's enrolled as Multimedia Arts in CSB. What if I take that as well? I was interested in it, so I looked for schools that offering it then I saw that STI Lucena was the closest to my home, so I asked my parents to admit me there I was looking for subjects that Multimedia Arts students would take and came across 3D Animation. It captivated me, and I realized that I want to be a 3D animator someday. I studied 3D Modelling while my college year was still in progress because I want to be highly skilled in this industry.  Then, as a late enrollee, I began my first year. It was still an online class at the time, but I was having a good time. I developed my skills more and more and met a new creative friends. Until now I am still taking the path towards my dream to be a 3D Animator someday while improving my skills more in 3D art.

Five years from now, I am seeing myself creating 3D animated films with creative animators in the Philippines but I was hoping to get the chance to work with Pixar and Disney someday.  Three years ago I said, “I want to be a 3D Animator”, five years from now I will say “I made it”.

#art #dreams #journey

[carlasarmentoassignment]

First things first.

I know, not a very creative name for a blog, but I've been in real deal pain in the past days for being an adult with poor decisions (poor diet, tons of coffee and gastric bypass, results are shocking), and not a native english speaker make creativity not being my forte.

So, Cartoon Network was always great in encouraging new shows and productions, originals. Back in the day, they used to have this segment called Cartoon Cartoons, that was basically one short episode of a new show, about 10 minutes, and depending how the audience responded to it, they started to invest in the new production. The greatest success of Cartoon Network came from this place, such as Dexter's Laboratory, Johnny Bravo, The Powerpuff Girls, Courage the Cowardly Dog, Ed, Edd n Eddy, tons of others productions, and my favorite Cow and Chicken. Sure, as a cartoon freak, I love all (not Johnny Bravo as much), but something about the nonsense, reference to old cartoons, kept me glazed.

Cow and Chicken (1997-1999, Hanna-Barbera & Cartoon Network)

Cow and Chicken was a show created by David Fess in 1997 to 1999, with 52 episodes in 4 seasons, Fess is well known for his taste for the nonsense because of other productions that he also participated in, such as Ren & Stimpy.

An 11 year old skinny and tiny chicken, named Chicken is the older brother of Cow, an 7 year old cow over 400 pounds, with "human" parents, living in some suburbia, attending to school as normal kids, but problems finds them through the Red Guy, comical version of the Devil, who has the main focus to drag the siblings to hell, when he remember how. Chicken always tries to protect his sister, not that he wants that, but it's his sister, and usually she ends up saving the day, turning herself to super Cow, a heroine. The support characters are an extra spice to this madness: Mom and Dad, that always said delusional things, and never show anything waist up, only waist down, just like in Tom and Jerry, where the humans never showed waist up, but in one episode we find out that they don't show waist up, because they don't have anything else, no torso, no arms, no faces! Flem and Earl are Chicken's best friends, and both are in love with Cow. Cow's secret identity, super Cow, is a super heroine who is always saving the day, and she is very inspired in Mexican wrestling, she even speaks spanish! And we finally get to Weasel and I.R. Baboon that runs a spinoff in the middle.

By this premisse, we notice that this is not a regular kids show, and maybe that's the reason why it dazzled me in the first place. Not silly situations with the intent of having a great lesson by the end. It's a different kind of comedy, made to amuse, creating ridiculous situations, with real human emotions that are not so noble, such as anger, envy, hate, etc. This show was my first time experiencing that a cartoon doesn't need to be just for kids, it could be anything themed, any age and kinds of audience. Unlimited possibilities!

The Simpsons (1989 - , Fox/Disney)

The American dream! The stereotype of the perfect north american family living in the USA, with a not so perfect life, with not so perfect dreams and desires. The Simpsons is one of the longest TV Shows ever, with more than 30 seasons and still running, it shows us that a good thing, well thinked, well executed can last forever (or almost). This show tells us a story about Marge, Homer, Bart, Lisa and Maggie Simpson, a typical American family, with mess, fights and love. The geniality behind their script is Matt Groening, who was able to run a Comedy TV show that could fit to all ages audiences, with sutil jokes that adults understand and are still fitable to children (with supervision) to watch, because there is no explicit content. It's all about the acuteness, the sutil art of not making everything so clear, and embracing the flaws of being human.

Steven Universe ( 2013-2019, Cartoon Network)

Who would tell, another Cartoon Network production! Created by Rebecca Sugar, Steven Universe is one of those shows that never is enough, and that great things have to end. The premisse is about Steven, a 10 year-old boy raised by 3 women "friends/sisters" with his mother, who died giving him birth. She and her friends are aliens, and as an alien she becomes part of him, half human, half alien. In this context, Steven starts to find out about his mom's past, things that she did, and in the meanwhile, learns how to control his powers and save the earth. Despite it looks like a classic script of the hero's journey, this cartoon goes way deep in emotions, with emotional conflicts, dealing with complex feelings that all of the characters feel and have in this amazing show, enlightening things like feminism, transexuality, different kinds of love, mindfulness, and etc. Along with that, Sugar also writes and produces most of the songs in the show, it's a very musical inclined show, she even sings the end song of the episodes. Add with a stunning aesthetic, that gives this cartoon a very sutil, magical, sensible and still very strong atmosphere. One of my favorite shows of all time. I'm not a person who cries with shows and movies, but this makes some tears drop a few times. 

As you can noticed in the above lines, a good script, unlimited possibilities and aesthetics that can change completely are the most fascinating things for me in the 2D animation world.

#Youtube

[finelinevogue]

can you do one where the reader has a baby son and he is like a baby like 3 months old and he doesn’t want to leave his wife’s & sons side and he keeps checking over at them both, and his wife goes ‘look there’s daddy!’ And Harry waves 😭🥺

in celebration of 1000 notes on my masterlist and the fact dadrry on tour has me going feral, here we are;

Harry was definitely not going to be able to concentrate on stage.

Tonight he was performing in Dallas and was already suited up in his silky clothes, looking like a fluffy cloud that you could just dream away on. You really loved the whole suspenders thing he had going on, telling him he looked even more like a dad than he already does.

“Harry, will y’bloody calm down.” You sighed, rolling your eyes as he was pacing like a mad-man around backstage.

He was freaking out because tonight was the first show that his, your, son was also on tour with him. At only 2 months old, Dylan, was finally making his first appearance on ‘Love on Tour’ - not literally, but backstage. You and Dylan hadn’t been able to attend the first few shows because Dylan had had a checkup appointment for vaccinations. Now he was all okay, he was finally back in his favourite place on Earth - the presence of his dad. Although, currently, Harry was having a panic over everything that could go wrong with him being here.

You know how new parenting is.

“And what if I sing too loudly I burst his tiny eardrums—” Harry paced as he held his hands on his hips. You were currently holding Dylan against your chest, cocooned up in a soft-yellow baby wrap sling. He was sleeping peacefully against your chest because that’s all he did nowadays.

“Okay let me stop you right there, love.” You held out your hands for Harry to stop talking and he listened to you, looking at you with both dire stress and upmost love. “He’s got earphones first of all, okay? He’s going to be absolutely fine. All the other things you’re worried about, including alien abduction - which you seriously need to stop watching sci-fi movies by the way, are mindless things to worry about. He’s safe. Look.” You gestured to where he was laying peacefully upon your chest, all secure.

Harry walked over to you both and looked down at him in awe. He couldn’t believe he’d created something so perfect. Dylan was everything Harry had ever wanted and he woke up each day struggling to believe how lucky he was. He stroked his sons head lightly, leaning to give him a soft kiss on top of it. He was so in love with him. Harry’s head raised to meet you, smiling when he saw the love in your eyes you carried for him. He cupped your cheek and stroked an eyelash away from underneath your eye. He held it out on his finger for you.

“Let’s make a wish.” Harry whispered and you smiled at how corny he was being, especially when he had ten minutes until stage and was nowhere near pumped and ready. He didn’t care. His family was more important. These moments were more important.

“We can’t wish together.” You told him as if he was being silly.

“That’s a child’s rule. Let’s play by our own.”

“Okay. Together.” You nodded and closed your eyes, thinking up your wish. You heard Harry mutter the word ‘together’ under his breathe and then you opened your eyes and blew away the eyelash together. You looked at him as if something magical was just going to happen and then you both laughed at how silly you were both being.

“So you wished for endless ice-cream too right?” Harry joked, you knowing that’s definitely not was he wished for but played along with his joke anyway.

“No, mine was a little more PG rated.” You bit your lip and stifled a loud laugh.

“Do tell.” He whispered, getting closer to you but not too close so he’d squish his son. He’d gotten good at this whole dad thing, you thought.

“I wished that my husband got his tits out on stage more often.”

Harry gasped, quickly covering Dylan’s ears. “You can’t say things like that in front of our son, y’minx.”

“So that’s a no?” You laughed, tapping his hands off your son in case he woke him up and that’s the last thing you needed.

“Oh, it’s a yes. Just not when this lil’ fellas around.” He kissed Dylan’s head again, not understanding why he had an issue with his son seeing his chest but loved him all the same anyway. You guessed it had something to do with the lustful way he was looking in your eyes, and how he wouldn’t want anyone else in the room for what he’d do to you on a night when you’d gotten so aroused by his bare chest.

There was a knock at the door, stealing your lust-filled moment and bringing you both back to reality, calling Harry to be in position in 3 minutes.

“Work calls.” Harry said, taking your hand and walking you out of the room - once you’d grabbed the baby bag too - and down the hallways to the stage. Once he got there he still kept ahold of your hand as he spoke to you. “Remember, if you need anything, or he needs anything, come get me. Get my attention. Okay?” You nodded in response, even though you knew that wouldn’t be a good idea when he’s mid-performance.

“We love you. Go sing us proud.” You kissed him on the lips softly, still tasting the remanence of cherry bake-well tart on his lips. He tasted so sweet and sugary. It made you happy.

“I love you both, so much.” He kissed you after he’d told you, and then another kiss to Dylan’s head. “Have you got his earphones?” Harry asked, worried, untiled you pulled them out of your bag.

“Here.”

Harry took them from you and placed them over his sons ears. “There y’go lil’ man. Don’t have to listen to daddy sing and shout nonsense now.” He laughed, making you laugh and earning one final kiss on your lips before he was shouted at for not being where he was supposed to be. He kept blowing kisses as he ran away from you and the ones you blew he kept stored in his back pocket.

Harry was so amazing up on stage.

Harry worked his best art up there under the twinkling lights of thousands of fans. It was a pleasure to watch him be so artistic and creative. The note changes were to die for. The harmonies were second to none. The shimmies and dancing were so enjoyable to watch it made your heart swoon. He was simply incredible and you were so proud of him.

You made eye contact with him at one point in the show and he was just checking you two were alright. Dylan was awake now but peaceful, still with his large earphones on. He looked adorable. You kept his face away from the public eye though, as you and Harry tried to protect his identity as much as possible until he was older and could decide for himself how public he wanted to be.

“You okay?” Harry mouthed to you, in which you nodded your head to him knowing he wouldn’t understand you when you’re wearing a mask. You blew him kisses and he caught them all, placing them against his heart and keeping them there forever. Harry sent you some back and the fans screamed, thinking he was sending them to them instead. You pretended to catch them and keep a few for you and gift a few for Harry. He went back to performing shortly after that.

“Here you go,” you pretend to give Harry’s virtual kisses to Dylan, “a gift from my greatest inspiration to my greatest achievement.” You watched as Dylan looked up at you with his big, beady, green eyes and he smiled at you. That single smile alone reminded you of how perfect your life was and would continue to be.

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x y/n #finelinevogue #harry styles fanfiction #finelinevogue harry styles #harry blurb #harry oneshot #harry styles concept #hslot texas #hslot series finelinevogue #hslot concept night #hslot #hslot2 #love on tour finelinevogue #love on tour harry styles #love on tour fanfic #love on tour blurbs #love on tour series #love on tour #finelinevogue blurbs #finelinevogue harry styles masterlist #dadrry #harry styles dad

[chemicalpink]

☾✧゜Tarot Reading: Who is RM to the members or basically BTS being whipped for Namjoon ☾✧゜

A/N: GODDD now that muster is winding down (and honestly it has brought so many new ideas that i do not have time for but will make an effort to) may I present to you this reading, I didn’t plan on it, it kinda just slapped me in the face one day and I had to do it. So please enjoy!

Disclaimer: This analysis/reading is based on my experience and knowledge of tarot and astrology, it is not meant to be the absolute truth, as BTS are real people, and astrology/ tarot can only capture so much about multidimensional humans that have had past experiences and cultural approaches amongst other things, it does not have to resonate with you since this is in no way related to anyone reading it (unless you are a member of BTS in which case, get out of here lol ) This is just for entertainment purposes.

Disclaimer no.2: remember that tarot as a form of divination only allows us to read current energy and as time advances it becomes less accurate, so it basically reads up to a 6 months period of time.

Methods used: tarot, oracle and astrodice

Jin: so, Namjoon for him is the greatest symbol of a good foundation within the group, Seokjin has very present the hard times that BTS went through and it comes to mind when he thinks about Namjoon in his life, he kinda griefs the fact that he is the oldest and he wishes he had helped Namjoon bear all of it, ultimately, he doesn’t feel pity for him, and Joon is just this immense source of wisdom and strength that he looks up to. This is also confirmed by astrodice, which shows north node libra fifth house, he deeply believes that it was destiny, him crossing paths with Namjoon, to make him a better person and learn from him.

Yoongi: So I’m seeing a theme here, a mix between the broken , the fated and ultimately the stability; for Yoongi, Namjoon is this kid that he has recurrently watched get broken over and over again for his and the other members’ sake, a kid that is able to come up with the most beautiful art pieces out of the fractured parts of his soul, another word coming up is homey, Namjoon feels like home to him, not a perfect one, but a much needed one. With Neptune Aquarius 9th house, Yoongi keeps close to his heart the way that Namjoon was there for him in his darkest moments and helped him through them, reaching a point where he is a source of inspiration.

Hoseok: Namjoon is his answer to wishing upon a star, he represents the opportunity of a lifetime, the reason he is the man he is today, more so, he has an absolute blind fate in him, he trusts him to make career decisions which honestly are life decisions, being around Namjoon, having him in his life is a golden ticket for adventure, he is always waiting to see where their amazing leader will take them next. Neptune Capricorn in the first house also tells us that Namjoon undoubtedly represents an authority figure in his life, but one that is the light of his life path.

Jimin: Now, this man absolutely adores Namjoon. He has come to earn himself a special place in Jimin’s mind as his inner voice of reason, a guardian of his health and over all well being. Namjoon brings the best out of this Libra man, he is a sense of balance, of nurture, of just the purest feelings and concerns that Jimin has a hard time seeing about himself. The dice in Mercury Sagittarius 7th house also tells us that he considers Namjoon his own brother, he also very much admires his mind and perspective on life.

Taehyung: Namjoon is this constant figure in his life, someone to rely on while growing up. It’s actually pretty wholesome, cause what comes up the most is a playful dynamic of Namjoon working his way to get Tae to do stuff, in true leader fashion but he’s always sneaking around. He does however, think very highly of Namjoon, he knows that by being by his side, there’s no actual way that his dreams and ambitions won’t come true. He’s his safe space. South Node Libra 7th house points out that he believes meeting Joon was fate itself.

Jungkook: Listen, we been knew, Namjoon was and will forever be JK’s crush, this dude exploded my deck once again, he goes all over the place with excitement at remembering that Joon is part of his life. Namjoon is this eternal feeling of comfort and feeling his heart swell at knowing that there’s someone in his life taking care of him but also one that he can return the favour; evidently, he has been there for him growing up, and he very much perceives him as this person that he can rely on for everything and anything. Venus Capricorn 6th house confirms that even though he is this authority figure while at work, he is this big softie that he adores.

Himself: So I have no doubt that he is on a process of loving himself, but he constantly feels like he is in a battle with himself, up to this day, he still can’t believe the life he is living, he feels trapped in an illusion, he doesn’t hurt himself over those thoughts, just tends to dwell on them for a bit. Venus Pisces 2nd house, confirms that he is in his way to realise his self worth, to finally see himself like everyone else does.

#bts tarot #bts tarot reading #bts astrology #kpop tarot

[edvard-molnar]

Futuristic landscape scenery, 2018, Acrylic painting on canvas, 120cm x 100cm (48 x 40 inches). This is my early work from 2018, (one year before I started painting birds) and was sold this year in January. This is the only one artwork in which birds are not the topic here, but this artwork means a lot to me. It’s my autobiographical story. When I was a kid I was dreaming I will work at NASA. Every day I was flying through rooms of my house with my toy spaceship. Some people gave me nickname Scientist. After many years my hidden child imagination is here again… In this artwork I painted my imaginations mostly from my childhood time, parts of my child’ life story and memories when I was a little kid. There are many symbolism objects which represent my dreams and emotions from time when I was a kid and young teenager. Except many futuristic symbolism objects you can see there one open love feeling dog which is maybe (open) happy or can be (broken) sad. There down between heaven stars is Salvador Dali who holds two big brushes. When I was kid I didn’t know anything about his art, but his famous face with the big mustaches always impressed me when I was kid and I cannot forget him. There is Vincent Van Gogh’s big windmill, but Van Gogh’s windmill is not free placed on the wind and the sun. It is a hidden underwater windmill, because Vincent Van Gogh’s life was not filled with much of sunlight. I remember when I was a kid everybody told me that Vincent is the most famous, but he was very unhappy man. You can see in many other parts of this painting are many symbolism objects from my life, from my soul and my imaginations. If you want to see more details visit my website www.edvardmolnar.com and see more details on close-up photos of this painting. You can find on this artwork love couple with balloons which is a very small part (less than 1 %) of this large size acrylic painting canvas. These two young happy people in love, the boyfriend and the girlfriend are holding different balloons, but they are holding it tight together. These two persons in love are different. One is more open person; another is an introvert person. Every serious relationship has complementing of two persons in relationship. It is the main key to one couple happiness. So, I painted outer inner complementing of these two persons in love. And you can see an Angel man is helping or giving strength to his Angel woman. It is a very small part (less than 1 %) of the big acrylic painting canvas, but the most important part. I was very inspired when I painted that guided by thought and feeling that love is when one person makes to another person that he or she is richer in his or her soul. The greatest right love is when you are giving to somebody and you are getting from somebody such love that it influences on you that you become the strongest, the happiest, the healthiest, the most creative, the most successful person. Have a beautiful day! 🌞🎨💛

#abstract #acrylic #art #artist #artwork #bird’s eye view #canvas #childlike #colorful #contemporary #couple #dream #expressionism #fantasy #fiction #figurative #futurism #futuristic #imagination #landscape #love #maximalism #outsider #paint #painting #scenery #sci fi #seascape #symbolism #wonderland

[johnkrrasinski]

‘tis the damn season

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 1,044

Warning: fluff!! pure feelings

Summary: i was inspired by another of @mypoisonedvine​‘s prompt from her festive writing challenge ‘being with you is the best gift i could ask for.’ you and bucky agreed not to exchange gifts this christmas, however, bucky always found a way to surprise you. 

a/n: had this idea while i was in the shower and spontaneously wrote it since it’s christmas eve and i’m in the mood for another holiday fluff with bucky. enjoy and merry christmas folks! leave a feedback :) 

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“A little to the left, nope! Too much, go to the right… A bit more, go back to the left, stop! Exactly right there!”

Bucky came down from the stool after displaying the angel on your gigantic Christmas tree in your living room. Since the lockdown began, the Avengers were forced to return to their own places because even superheroes are not immune to the virus (unless you are a super-soldier who has survived worse than a virus) and living together in a compound could be risky.

So you and Bucky swiftly searched for a place in Brooklyn and you decided to live together. You both practically had by sharing the same room while in the compound anyway. The pandemic hadn’t been easy for everyone, including both of you who are unable to spend it with your ragtag teammates that you have grown to love like family, but it has its perks too.

You could wake up at 11 AM on Wednesday and stay in bed until the afternoon without training sessions and brief meetings intruding. Another one was you could put up a giant Christmas tree that nearly touched the ceiling and decorate it as embellished as possible and no one would complain because it belonged to you and Bucky only. Just like the rest of the place.

You sat on the floor in your ugly Christmas sweater with a mug of hot chocolate in your hand and you watched the tree light up, illuminating its periphery while Bucky put back the stool to behind the kitchen bar. You were so entranced by the Christmas tree and its ornaments in front of you that you didn’t notice Bucky sitting next to you with something in his hand.

“Isn’t it pretty?” Without averting your eyes from the tree.

“Yeah, it is,” Bucky took a second to admire the art he and you worked on together. “Ma used to love putting up a Christmas tree while we were sleeping and the next morning, she’d surprise us with gifts and pretend to have no clue how it got there,” he chuckled. “Funny thing is that I actually believed that Santa was real and he put those gits there for us.”

“That’s really sweet, Buck,” You always loved hearing stories of his childhood. Bucky didn’t have much while growing up but the Barnes loved each other endlessly and that warmed up your heart like a fireplace amidst the winter. While Bucky couldn't remember vividly much about his past, some of the memories came back in flashes to him, sometimes they visited him in his dreams and you were always there for him to share those stories.

“Presents used to be my favourite part of Christmas but as I grew older, I realized that it should be about celebrating it with your loved ones and be grateful for their presences in your life,” you gazed at the beautiful man sitting next to you who looked charmingly adorable in his ugly sweater that matched yours, “and if there’s anything I’m most grateful for this year, it’s you.”

Bucky’s blue eyes bored into yours before he kissed you fondly with a smile on his face, “I need to tell you something.” He uttered with all seriousness in his tone.

Your brows furrowed and your smile turned upside down, “you’re not breaking up with me, aren’t you?” Bucky chortled, “no! Baby, I could never.”

“Okay, ‘cause for a second there you got me worried.”

“I know we said that we won’t exchange gifts this year but two weeks ago, I was Googling something and this ad came up and I knew you’d love it so I just had to get it for you.” Bucky showed a big box wrapped up in a wrapping paper with Santa Claus and friends on it and a red shiny bow on top.

“Bucky…”

“Open it,” he looked more excited to see you unwrap it.

You carefully tore the wrapping paper and a baby pink portable record player revealed itself to you and you were speechless. Bucky even got it in your favourite colour too. “Oh my God, Buck…”

“You like it?”

“I- I love it, Bucky. But I just… I mean, this is so thoughtful and I feel bad cause I didn’t get you anything.”

Bucky shook his head with his soft smile intact, “it’s okay, doll. Being with you is the best gift I could ask for.” He uttered with sincerity in his gaze and earnestness in his tone. Tears welled up in your eyes, the good kind, the kind that expressed the love and affection you had for the man before you and the realization that he returned that love in the same amount and perhaps even more.

“Thank you so much, babe. This is wonderful, I’ll cherish it forever.”

“My pleasure, doll. I knew you’ve always wanted to play those vinyl records of yours and now you can.”

An idea crossed your head, “wait here.” You got up to your room and you came back with a vinyl record of Frank Sinatra’s Christmas music and you set the record player on the table and played the record. “It sounds really nice,” Bucky got up and walked toward you.

“Dance with me,” you took his hand and put them around your waist and you circled yours around Bucky’s neck.

“Gladly, sweetheart.”

You held each other tight as Frank Sinatra’s soothing voice filled up the room, making the atmosphere felt schmaltzy. Your tangled bodies moved to the song playing, not caring about the rhythm or the beat, just clinging to each other and the warmth your bodies radiated. You laid your head on Bucky’s chest, inhaling his scent all over his sweater, as Bucky put his on your shoulder.

This was it. The moments that make life worth living. Through all the chaos and despair, as long as you and Bucky had each other, it was enough for you to live through each horrendous day. You had no clue what next Christmas holds, hell, you don’t even have the slightest bit idea of what January holds, but one thing for sure was that Bucky would still be there to be the greatest blessing you could ever ask for, and so would you to him.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes christmas #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan fanfic #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan christmas #bucky barnes drabble

[catgirlcommie]

oh you gotta give your karin/alina thoughts

ive done this a couple of times but ill do it again hfdhdfhdfhd alikari is probably my favourite ship in magia record with only like kaerena following it up but it’s still nowhere as fun as alikari is imo

alina is a complete asshole in many regards and she treats people very dismissively in general. she thinks no one is worth her time because she could be spending that time working on art. hell the only reason she really is with the magus is that they are supporting her witch breeding and strengthening projects as well as the existence of embryo eve which is exactly what alina wants to create her greatest work of art. so generally alina is not a people person. except for karin. 

alina treats karin markedly differently from how she treats others. alina is still a bitch don’t get me wrong but she treats karin significantly better than she treats others. she reads over whatever karin has made for her manga and tells karin to burn it if she thinks it’s garbage. now that seems pretty shitty which well it is but to alina, the only person who should be allowed to destroy a piece of art is the artist. you see this in her side story and it’s also the reason she hates felicia so much (because felicia killed one of the witches she was raising). so she definitely views karin as a fellow artist, one who still needs polishing as it were but an artist nonetheless. She also just spends time with karin outside of art things and humours her. In the swimsuit side story alina and karin go to the mall to buy alina a swimsuit except alina is only there for a little bit of inspiration so that she can make her own swimsuit and yet she stays there for like quite a while after she has decided on what she wants to make just because karin wants to see her in cute swimsuits which is incredibly funny to me. 

there’s also the matter of karin’s side story which focus primarily on karin struggling with pursuing her ideal of being a magical girl who helps other magical girls by giving them grief seeds. tt’s very good and i recommend you read it but at one point karin has given up on her goal because she’s realized that stealing from magical girls, no matter how strong they are, might just result in someone dying and also that she is unable to beat witches on her on because she’s not strong enough. karin resigns herself to just joining the apartment trio and giving up on her dream of being a magical girl communist but because of the fact that her manga is just her life with her self insert character as the main character alina gets pissed at karin for giving up on her goal so easily and asks her if she’s happy about giving up and karin says she is but alina tells her she’s lying and leaves angrily (this is where she tells karin to destroy her manga i think). karin ruminates on alina’s words while having a very not good time fighting alongside the apartment trio and then after a few days she tries to fight a witch again by herself. She gets her ass kicked but then kaede arrives and says that she was worried about karin. karin tries to protect kaede from the witch and in the process discovers that she can imbue her magic into objects and tells kaede to gather a bunch of stuff and then proceeds to solo a witch. Anyway the whole point of this is to say that alina very much encourages karin to stick to her goals which leads to karin becoming a badass so like yeah

now imo what would have made them literally perfect was if there was some sort of confrontation in the end of arc 1 between the two. karin definitely idealizes alina way too much, something which ive been led to believe arc 2 addresses in some capacity but i dont know how, and i think actually confronting alina at her lowest, an alina that is actively trying to murder everyone in the city would do so so so many interesting things for both of their characters and also completely change their relationship in some incredibly fun ways. ideally the amnesia wouldn’t still happen after the confrontation but even if it still does, it’s still pretty interesting because now we have karin who knows that alina is a monster and responsible for some much destruction and yet she cares about her and so desperately wants to find her, and maybe it’s because she thinks she wants to bring alina to justice, but she really just wants to see her and know that she’s alive and okay and when she does find her, alina doesnt even remember anything like god it would be so good f4 are fucking cowards 

#okay i have not read this over so i have 0 ideas how well written this whole thing is but im being angry at f4 now jdfjhdfhjdfjhdf #alikari is so fucking good ya'll #pmmm #magia record #alikari #Anonymous

[richincolor]

New Releases for the Week of May 3, 2021

It's great to see so many new books hitting the shelves this week. I know I've been waiting for several of these and am happy to be able to finally read them. 

The Ones We’re Meant to Find by Joan He Roaring Brook

Cee has been trapped on an abandoned island for three years without any recollection of how she arrived, or memories from her life prior. All she knows is that somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, she has a sister named Kay. Determined to find her, Cee devotes her days to building a boat from junk parts scavenged inland, doing everything in her power to survive until the day she gets off the island and reunites with her sister.

In a world apart, 16-year-old STEM prodigy Kasey Mizuhara is also living a life of isolation. The eco-city she calls home is one of eight levitating around the world, built for people who protected the planet―and now need protecting from it. With natural disasters on the rise due to climate change, eco-cities provide clean air, water, and shelter. Their residents, in exchange, must spend at least a third of their time in stasis pods, conducting business virtually whenever possible to reduce their environmental footprint. While Kasey, an introvert and loner, doesn’t mind the lifestyle, her sister Celia hated it. Popular and lovable, Celia much preferred the outside world. But no one could have predicted that Celia would take a boat out to sea, never to return.

Now it’s been three months since Celia’s disappearance, and Kasey has given up hope. Logic says that her sister must be dead. But as the public decries her stance, she starts to second guess herself and decides to retrace Celia’s last steps. Where they’ll lead her, she does not know. Her sister was full of secrets. But Kasey has a secret of her own. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Meet Cute Diary by Emery Lee Quill Tree Books

Noah Ramirez thinks he’s an expert on romance. He has to be for his popular blog, the Meet Cute Diary, a collection of trans happily ever afters. There’s just one problem—all the stories are fake. What started as the fantasies of a trans boy afraid to step out of the closet has grown into a beacon of hope for trans readers across the globe.

When a troll exposes the blog as fiction, Noah’s world unravels. The only way to save the Diary is to convince everyone that the stories are true, but he doesn’t have any proof. Then Drew walks into Noah’s life, and the pieces fall into place: Drew is willing to fake-date Noah to save the Diary. But when Noah’s feelings grow beyond their staged romance, he realizes that dating in real life isn’t quite the same as finding love on the page.

In this charming novel by Emery Lee, Noah will have to choose between following his own rules for love or discovering that the most romantic endings are the ones that go off script. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

They Better Call Me Sugar: My Journey from the Hood to the Hardwood by Sugar Rodgers Black Sheep

Growing up in dire poverty in Suffolk, Virginia, Sugar (born Ta’Shauna) Rodgers never imagined that she would become an all-star player in the WNBA (Women’s National Basketball Association). Both of her siblings were in and out of prison throughout much of her childhood and shootings in her neighborhood were commonplace. For Sugar this was just a fact of life.

While academics wasn’t a high priority for Sugar and many of her friends, athletics always played a prominent role. She mastered her three-point shot on a net her brother put up just outside their home, eventually becoming so good that she could hustle local drug dealers out of money in one-on-one contests.

With the love and support of her family and friends, Sugar’s performance on her high school basketball team led to her recruitment by the Georgetown Hoyas, and her eventual draft into the WNBA in 2013 by the Minnesota Lynx (who won the WNBA Finals in Sugar’s first year). The first of her family to attend college, Sugar speaks of her struggles both academically and as an athlete with raw honesty.

Sugar’s road to a successful career as a professional basketball player is fraught with sadness and death–including her mother’s death when she’s fourteen, which leaves Sugar essentially homeless. Throughout it all, Sugar clings to basketball as a way to keep herself focused and sane.

And now Sugar shares her story as a message of hope and inspiration for young girls and boys everywhere, but especially those growing up in economically challenging conditions. Never sugarcoating her life experiences, she delivers a powerful message of discipline, perseverance, and always believing in oneself. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Excuse Me While I Ugly Cry by Joya Goffney HarperTeen

Quinn keeps lists of everything—from the days she’s ugly cried, to “Things That I Would Never Admit Out Loud,” to all the boys she’d like to kiss. Her lists keep her sane. By writing her fears on paper, she never has to face them in real life. That is, until her journal goes missing…

An anonymous account posts one of her lists on Instagram for the whole school to see and blackmails her into facing seven of her greatest fears, or else her entire journal will go public. Quinn doesn’t know who to trust. Desperate, she teams up with Carter Bennett—the last known person to have her journal—in a race against time to track down the blackmailer.

Together, they journey through everything Quinn’s been too afraid to face, and along the way, Quinn finds the courage to be honest, to live in the moment, and to fall in love. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Hurricane Summer by Asha Bromfield Wednesday Books

Tilla has spent her entire life trying to make her father love her. But every six months, he leaves their family and returns to his true home: the island of Jamaica.

When Tilla’s mother tells her she’ll be spending the summer on the island, Tilla dreads the idea of seeing him again, but longs to discover what life in Jamaica has always held for him.

In an unexpected turn of events, Tilla is forced to face the storm that unravels in her own life as she learns about the dark secrets that lie beyond the veil of paradise—all in the midst of an impending hurricane.

Hurricane Summer is a powerful coming of age story that deals with colorism, classism, young love, the father-daughter dynamic—and what it means to discover your own voice in the center of complete destruction. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Indivisible by Daniel Aleman Little, Brown Books for Young Readers

There is a word Mateo Garcia and his younger sister Sophie have been taught to fear for as long as they can remember: deportation. Over the past few years, however, the fear that their undocumented immigrant parents could be sent back to Mexico has started to fade to the back of their minds. And why wouldn’t it, when their Ma and Pa have been in the United States for so long, they have American-born children, and they’re hard workers and good neighbors?

When two ICE agents come asking for Pa, the Garcia family realizes that the lives they’ve built are about to come crumbling down. And when Mateo returns from school one day to find that his parents have been taken, he’ll have to come to terms with the fact that his family’s worst nightmare has become a reality.

With his Ma and Pa being held in separate detention centers, Mateo must learn how to look after his sister and himself. The choices Mateo makes, and the people he turns to for help, might reunite his family… or tear them apart for good. With his parents’ fate and his own future hanging in the balance, Mateo must figure out who he is and what he is capable of, even as he’s forced to question what it means to be an American teenager in a country that rejects his own mom and dad. — Cover art and summary via Goodreads

Counting Down with You by Tashie Bhuiyan Inkyard Press

Karina Ahmed has a plan. Keep her head down, get through high school without a fuss, and follow her parents’ rules—even if it means sacrificing her dreams. When her parents go abroad to Bangladesh for four weeks, Karina expects some peace and quiet. Instead, one simple lie unravels everything.

Karina is my girlfriend.

Tutoring the school’s resident bad boy was already crossing a line. Pretending to date him? Out of the question. But Ace Clyde does everything right—he brings her coffee in the mornings, impresses her friends without trying, and even promises to buy her a dozen books (a week) if she goes along with his fake-dating facade. Though Karina agrees, she can’t help but start counting down the days until her parents come back.

T-minus twenty-eight days until everything returns to normal—but what if Karina no longer wants it to? — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

All Kinds of Other by James Sie Quill Tree Books

In this tender, nuanced coming-of-age love story, two boys—one who is cis and one who is trans—have been guarding their hearts to protect themselves, until their feelings for each other give them a reason to stand up to their fears.

Two boys are starting at a new school.

Jules is just figuring out what it means to be gay and hasn’t totally decided whether he wants to be out at his new school. His parents and friends have all kinds of opinions, but for his part, Jules just wants to make the basketball team and keep his head down.

Jack is trying to start over after a best friend break-up. He followed his actor father clear across the country to LA, but he’s also totally ready to leave his past behind. Maybe this new school where no one knows him is exactly what he needs.

When the two boys meet, the sparks are undeniable. But then a video surfaces linking Jack to a pair of popular transgender vloggers, and the revelations about Jack’s past thrust both Jack and Jules into the spotlight they’ve been trying to avoid. Suddenly both boys have a choice to make—between lying low where it’s easier or following their hearts. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Luck of the Titanic by Stacey Lee G.P. Putnam's Sons Books for Young Readers

Southampton, 1912: Seventeen-year-old British-Chinese Valora Luck has quit her job and smuggled herself aboard the Titanic with two goals in mind: to reunite with her twin brother Jamie--her only family now that both their parents are dead--and to convince a part-owner of the Ringling Brothers Circus to take the twins on as acrobats. Quick-thinking Val talks her way into opulent firstclass accommodations and finds Jamie with a group of fellow Chinese laborers in third class. But in the rigidly stratified world of the luxury liner, Val's ruse can only last so long, and after two long years apart, it's unclear if Jamie even wants the life Val proposes. Then, one moonless night in the North Atlantic, the unthinkable happens--the supposedly unsinkable ship is dealt a fatal blow--and Val and her companions suddenly find themselves in a race to survive.

Stacey Lee, master of historical fiction, brings a fresh perspective to an infamous tragedy, loosely inspired by the recently uncovered account of six Titanic survivors of Chinese descent.

#new releases #YALit

[thorne93]

History Repeats (Part 15 - FINAL)

Prompt: Life’s hard, right? Well throw in a not so great job, a broken heart, and chasing a pipe dream in LA. But could someone come along to make all the bad shit disappear? Or is he just another heartbreak waiting around the bend?

Warnings: language, drug addiction, alcohol addiction, angst/heartbreak, adult themes (??)

Word Count: 2986

Note: Aesthetic made by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo because she’s absolutely amazing Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​ and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo . Brainstorming from @carryonmyswansong

**Song Inspiration: 13 beaches - Lana Del Rey; Hoodie - hey violet

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Seeing Hayden… it sent you back down to ground zero. You thought your coping mechanisms were helping. You thought surrounding yourself with so many people and friends every night was softening the blow of losing him. 

But you knew it didn’t. Deep down, you knew the day he left your home, you’d never be the same. You would still feel entirely alone in a room full of people. You’d still want to see him before falling asleep and when you woke up. You’d still want to hear his voice as you shared good news. You still wanted to feel his arms after a long day. 

Nothing you did was helping, and you realized it. 

With a lot of work, you kicked your habits. First to go was the coke. You ordered all your friends to never offer you any and if they saw you with it to take it away from you. It took a while, but eventually, you were able to sit right next to someone doing blow and it not phase you. 

Next, was the booze. That was a lot harder. It was easy to reach for a drink. It was easy to go to a bar. It was easy to open a bottle in your house. So you started there. You emptied every bottle and threw them out. You only ordered water and soda when you went out. 

Every step was hard. Turning down drugs and alcohol was hard, but with patience and work, you got better at just saying no. Each day you put between you and your habit was a day you got back. You got back to songwriting now that you could think clearly and drugs weren’t clouding your mind. 

New songs and works in your hands, Trey agreed to get you back in the booth to finish out your EP to a full album. The response to the EP was amazing and you were already getting a lot of recognition. As soon as the album was to hit, Trey worked with a manager to get you a US tour.

The EP evolved, you added so many songs they had to cut a few just to wait for your next one. You worked on album art and merch. Things were looking up, and finally, your album dropped. 

It was a huge hit.

Every platform it went on, it exploded. Almost as if overnight, you were the next star. You had radio interviews scheduled, shows booked, photography sessions scheduled, critics and fans alike agreed that there was so much raw emotion and talent that they all wanted more. Trey and your manager couldn’t move fast enough to get you to every new gig you needed to be at. Merch was flying off the shelves, so to speak, and you were adored. Your fan base was growing every day. 

You were on top of the world, respectively. You loved your life now, and your bandmates were more than just that. They were truly your friends. They helped you when you were down and when you said you wanted to get clean, they supported you as well as everyone else in your circle. 

With your career finally where you wanted it to head, and your social life getting better than it ever had been, all that was missing was a love you weren’t sure you’d ever thought you’d get back. But like with everything else, you channeled it into your art, hoping for some catharsis.

Now the tour was next week, so you decided to take some time to write and reflect before you left LA to embark on this new chapter. 

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Meanwhile, in the city, Hayden had listened to your album for probably the tenth time. He was lying in his bed in the hotel. Your album had been on repeat and he didn’t know what to think.

The songs had to be about him.

Or maybe he just wanted them to be. 

Or maybe they really were.

But then again, that could be conceit talking. Surely you loved other people. He didn’t even know if you loved him. He had a hunch, based on your self-destructive behavior after the breakup, but he still couldn’t be sure and he didn’t want to just assume.

He decided to take action. He was tired of waiting. He texted a friend and asked where you might be. When his friend got back to him, he said the best shot would be the beach. When he asked which beach, what part, his friend replied with the spot. The exact same spot where he first asked you to date him. 

He threw on his jacket and made his way there. The beach was starting to get dark. An overcast covered the sky, but it was light enough to see everything. The beach was fairly deserted, as he walked up. He saw you, sitting in the sand, your knees pulled up so you could rest your notebook against it as you wrote.

The wind was strong, making it chilly, and to keep you warm, he recognized what you were wearing -- his hoodie. 

He watched you write for a moment, admiring how you looked. Your hair was shinier now than the last time he saw you. You looked better, and he was glad about it. 

“They’re about me, aren’t they? The songs? The whole album,” he said as he stood behind you. 

You stilled, stopping your writing. “Does it matter if they are?” Your stomach suddenly felt uneasy.

“Yes.”

You took a deep breath. “Then yes, they are about you. Is that all you came to say?” 

“No, it’s not,” he said as he came closer and sat next to you in the sand. He pulled his knees up and rested his arms on them, holding onto his hands as he looked out over the ocean.

“What else did you come here for?” you asked softly. 

“To apologize,” he began and you groaned gently.

“Hayden, we’ve been over this. I’m trying to move on with my life. I’m trying to get over you, if that wasn't evident by every song on that album.” 

He turned to you. “I don’t want you to. I don’t want you to move on or forget about me.”

“Oh, great, lovely then,” you said, getting exasperated. “If you’re here to hurt me more, please--”

“I love you,” he fervently said as his hands went to each side of your face. “I’m here to say I’m sorry for not saying it sooner. I’m sorry for breaking you the way I did. I didn’t mean to, at all, but then I did, and you were so hurt, I didn’t know how to help you.”

Your eyes searched his as he let go of you to look back at the waves. Did he mean it? Was he just saying that? Was this a cruel game? Why did he say it now? 

“You could’ve told me that,” you breathed. “You could’ve told me you loved me, it would’ve saved me.” 

“I know, but I didn’t want to use it as something to save you. I wanted to save you, or I wanted you to save yourself. I didn’t want me loving you or returning to you to be the reason you got better. I wanted you to realize that all on your own, to be your own hero.” 

You nodded as you muttered, “Thanks. It worked. I’m clean now. The last time we saw each other kind of… sobered me up.”

“I’m glad,” he said with a small smile. “Can you tell me what happened? We broke up and you… you went off the deep end. I know we were perfect, and I hated ending it the way I did but… drugs? Alcohol?” 

You chewed on your lips as you nodded. “Yeah, it was pretty stupid. I just… I looked to alcohol to numb the pain, you know? Not that atypical. I did it after Jason, that’s where you and I met, with me crying in my beer at a bar over my ex.” 

He nodded, understanding. 

“But then… it wasn’t enough. I…” You took a deep breath, fighting the lump in your throat and the fear of saying this. “I love you. I loved you. More than I’d ever loved anyone else, and suddenly the drinks weren’t enough to mask the pain. I needed something stronger. Anything stronger. I was seeing you every day at home and suddenly I couldn’t kiss you any more, I couldn’t hold you anymore, I couldn’t do anything with you any more. I couldn’t have what we had, and it killed me. I thought that if you stayed around, that if I let you live there, I could get over it. All I needed was you in my life, right?” you asked rhetorically with a sad laugh as the tears rolled down. “Then I kicked you out and it was worse. You weren’t there to help me, to brighten my day. You just… you left. I know I kicked you out, but I was mad, hurting, and high. I went to apologize and ask you to stay, and you were gone, as if you were never there. No note, no letter, no text, nothing. I felt like you were just waiting to get away from me.”

“No,” he assured while shaking his head. “That wasn’t it at all. I just didn’t want to make it awkward for you and I couldn’t watch you do that any more. I tried to talk to you a few times when you came home and you just blew me off. It was killing me to see you like that all the time. I wanted to help you, I really did, I just didn’t know how.”

“I know,” you said with a thick voice. “That’s not your fault. None of it is your fault. You broke up with me, and I handled it poorly. I just… I lost the greatest love my life had ever known. I finally found you, and you just left…” Your gaze turned on him, scorching him. “Why? Why did you give up on us? On me? I deserve to know,” you demanded in a whisper.

He nodded. “You do deserve to know. That’s why I came here. I’m tried of not being with you. I want you, I’ve always wanted you.” 

“So what happened?” you asked quietly, your eyes on his, trying to read his mind. 

“Do you remember that date at the restaurant, when Rachel showed up?” 

You nodded. “Of course. You were weird that night and the rest of the week before we broke up. I just assumed you weren’t over Rachel. Is that it? Was that it? =”

He shook his head. “No, not at all. She asked me outside, she wanted to talk…” 

“Hey, Rach, what’s up?” Hayden greeted once the two of them were outside. 

“Who’s that?” she wondered, getting right to the punch.

“That's Y/N. I’m staying at her place. She’s the one who owns the house where you dropped Briar off that one time.” 

“So she’s been around Briar?” she asked, sounding as if she were betrayed.

He laughed, looking around, confused. “Uh, yeah. It is her house. We went to the park and stuff. It was fun. Briar really liked her.” 

“Oh, I’m so glad to hear our daughter had fun with a stranger.” 

He frowned. “Rachel, what are you talking about? Y/N isn’t a stranger. I’ve known her for several months. We’ve been roommates for a while now.” 

“And how long have you two been dating?” she demanded.

“What makes you think we’re dating?”

“You’re on a date and you didn’t deny it.” 

He held up his hands and laughed slightly, no humor in the sound. “Uh, I’m not sure that’s any of your concern. You’re the one who left me.”

“It’s my concern if she’s around my child. Did you think to ask me before you took her on a playdate with your little girlfriend?”

“No? Briar has a right to know who’s in my life.”

“Oh, but I don’t,” she said, clearly offended and angry. 

“That's not what I said. Look, I care about this woman. She means a lot to me. I would like Briar to get to know her, I think she’ll be in my life for a while.”

“Not if I can help it. I don’t like her being around strangers. So long as you’re with her, Briar won’t be coming around.”

“What? Rach, that’s ridiculous. You can’t keep me from my daughter--”

“I’m not, you can come see her any time you want. I just won’t take her to her house. Jeeze, Hay, you don’t waste any time, do you? We broke up less than a few months ago and you’re already with someone else?” 

“We bonded. I don’t know what you want me to say. Do you want me to apologize for finding someone that makes me happy?”

“No, of course not. I want you to be happy, I’m just a little surprised that you found them so fast.”

“What? Am I hard to love or something?”

“No, I’m just wondering if she’s a rebound, so soon after we broke up and everything. I doubt it though. What kind of example is this for Briar?”

“The fuck are you talking about?” he asked, thorugohly confused.

“Well, her mom and dad just broke up, and in no time at all, you’re with another woman. It might make her think less of love. That if we can go from what we had and you can just hop to the next girl who says hi to you. It’s probably very confusing for her. Did you even think about Briar?”

“It’s not like that,” Hayden assured her, getting frustrated. “Of course I thought about her. I spent a lot of time with Y/N before I ever let her around Briar.”

“Ah, hmm, good to know you’ve spent so much time with her. It really shows how much you care.”

“I do care, Rachel. I still love you but we’ve agreed to end things. You brought it up, not me. Now, I’m trying to find happiness again rather than wallow in it.”

“Yes, that much is clear. Let’s just hope it’s not a rebound and both of you get hurt, hmm? Good to see you, Hayden.”

He explained everything and you sat there, dumbfounded.

“She used Briar Rose against you?” you questioned quietly, flabbergasted.

“In a way. I think she was ultimately jealous that I was moving on before her. I did love her, I still do. I mean she was a huge part of my life, she’s Briar’s mom. But I love you so much more. I just… what she said, I started to worry if it was somehow true. If I was setting a bad example for my daughter. The rebound thing didn’t worry me, I didn’t feel like it was a rebound for me, but I wasn't sure about you, so before anyone got hurt, I thought we’d end it. I thought maybe if we put some distance between us, we’d be okay. If we waited a few months, it would prove to us that we were okay, but then you took it so badly and it all got so out of control. I thought if I told you I loved you back then you’d just think I was lying or trying to get you to get better. I didn’t want it to be questioned when I said to you, finally.” 

You couldn't help but grin. “Failed on that front. Still questioning it.”

He took your hands in his.. “Well please don’t. I do love you. You aren’t a rebound, you never were. You’re no one’s replacement. I love you and only you.” He stroked your hair as he looked at you. “I just made a horrible decision to make a choice for both of us without consulting you.” 

You nodded slightly.

“And for that, I am  so sorry. I am sorry I wasn't there to help you get clean and I’m sorry I’m the reason you even had a problem to begin with. I love you so much and I’ll never leave your side ever again. Of course, that’s… if you still want me.” 

Your eyes flashed to his. “Of course I still want you. All I want is you. Did you not hear a word I said in that album? You’re all I can think about, you’re all I ever want. You’re all I will ever want.” 

He let out a relieved laugh. “I’m so glad you feel the same way. I’ve hated myself every day since I ended this between us. I’ve wanted to make it right, to come back to you for so long.” 

“I’m so glad you finally did,” you breathed as you looked into his eyes. You leaned forward, hoping you weren’t crossing a line, hoping against hope that he wanted this too.

Your lips hit his and life ignited in you. Your hands went to his hair and his hands wrapped around your back as he lowered you to the ground. His lips moved expertly and fervently on your mouth, as if it were the air that he breathed. 

When you two broke, you stared at him in wonder.

“Do you mean it? Do you love me?”

“More than I ever imagined was possible.”

“I love you too, please don’t leave me again.”

“I would never even dream of it. I’m here, and I’ll never go anywhere else. I’m yours for as long as you want me.” 

“I’ll always want you.”

“Then you’ll always have me.” 

That was all you had ever needed, from anyone. You thanked your lucky stars that it was Hayden who granted you that wonderful, beautiful, unconditional kind of love, the one you’d searched for all your life. The one you deserved, you finally had.

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