#i meant to post this an eternity ago I only remembered bc this song came on shuffle 😪

[lovethatlaiduslow]

just looking for a protector.

silk, wolf alice // the small crucifixion, matthias grünewald

[cillianmurphy]

ocean eyes

I wrote this small story a few weeks ago and the response @robertdowneys​ gave me made me cry so I am putting it here under cut. It is, obviously, based on Billie’s ‘Ocean Eyes’ (bold are song lyrics) and is my first piece of creative writing after 2.5 years, so if u have feedback pls let me know. It’s gender neutral btw <3 I am very nervous to put my writing out here and I can only hope whoever reads it, likes it <3

warning: extreme fluff, sad ending (death tw)

best read on desktop bc of post formatting!

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I've been watching you  For some time

It was as if time stood still. Under the dazzling lights on the ceiling, also named the starry sky, you slowly moved throughout the crowd. With every step, people moved aside to let you pass through them. Seconds seemed like hours as you approached the person who had caught your eyes years before.  

Four years.

It had been four long years since your now betrothed caught your attention. You don’t know when your feelings for them had surfaced, but you did know they had your heart from the day you met them. For years you wished they would return the feelings you held for them. It was a drunkenness of the soul. You swore nothing came close to the feeling of being in love with the one person who would hold the key to your soul for the rest of eternity. An addiction was nothing compared to the feeling of being in love; it was intoxication.  

Can't stop staring At those oceans eyes

You don’t know why you fell in love with them. Maybe it was because of their courage, their loving heart or maybe that smile. That damned smile. Love works in mysterious ways and you don’t think you would ever know what exactly made you fall helplessly for your other half. They turned your dreams into reality; made your heart feel things you could not begin to comprehend. Your souls were tied to one another with a fierce grip, incapable of letting go of each other for even a second.  

As you approached your lover, you took a moment to take in their beauty. They were smiling gently, a smile reserved for you and you only. The tiny dimples at the edge of their lips, luscious and full. The lights of the ballroom glistened in their eyes; pinpricks of the gold above dancing in an orderly fashion.  

Those eyes.

They were beautiful beyond belief. The way the world reflected in them; you swore it made your knees weak. The colours of the iris mixed in the most exquisite way possible, caught your attention and pulled you in whenever you sneaked a glance towards your lover. It should be a criminal offence to have such mesmerising eyes, you thought. They held you captive and even if you were able to pull away, you didn’t want to. You wanted to get lost in them for hours on end.

And now, maybe now you knew why you fell in love with them in the first place. Their eyes were the windows to their soul, and they captivated you from the first glance, holding you hostage. They were the last thing you saw when you slept and the first when you woke up. When you looked in them, you saw forever. You sought comfort, love, peace in their dazzling eyes. They soothed you, words were rarely necessary.  

It was their eyes you fell in love with. And then the rest of them followed.

Burning cities And napalm skies

They held out their hand, waiting for yours. Slowly, you lifted your hand up to meet theirs and a shock of electricity went through your body. It was if your entire life with your fiancé flashed past your eyes. The good, the bad. Everything you had experienced with them, came back to you in the most intoxicating fashion. You remembered the moments where you woke up next to them, the peaceful mornings. How they dragged you off on adventures you could not begin to imagine before they took place. How you forced them to see the lighter side of life and stuck by them through the bad times, as they did for you.

Alas, life isn’t just full of good times. Like any relationship, bad times had fallen on you as well. Life isn’t always exquisite roses, sometimes it is thorns as well. Unfortunately, all love and hope could be ripped apart when you experienced just one inconvenience. It pained you to even admit it but you two had come so close to losing one another due to general stubbornness. It scared you, losing them. They were your better half, the person who had your heart and would own it for the rest of eternity. And you were theirs. You could not afford to lose one another, because once you did, there would be a gaping void in your soul, unable to be filled by even the most priceless of treasures.

Because they were your most priceless treasure, as you were theirs.  

Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes Your ocean eyes

‘Y’know … all these people are staring at us and we both know we can’t dance.’

You scoffed at their words, but they were true. Weeks of dance practice had gone by, yet it was as if you forgot all you had been taught. In your defence it wasn’t your fault, you were just reeling at the feeling of your lover’s touch on your skin. The feather light touch of their fingers gently held your waist in place whilst their arm was snaked around you. The other hand stroked your cheek with the utmost care, as if you were a porcelain doll that could break at the slightest touch. Their touch made every rational thought within you bubble away and all you could possibly focus on was them.

Only them.

Nothing else was needed. Even in the crowded ballroom, it was just you and them against the world. Whisking you through the room, they twirled you away from them, yet you were still so close. All that time, their eyes on yours. Nothing else mattered. It was just the two of you, and that’s the way it was meant to be. 

No fair You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes

This was supposed to be a happy day. A happy day, without any feelings of sadness. But if it was so happy, why were you crying, your lover thought. Did they do something wrong? Did they accidentally step on your feet whilst dancing? Damn it, they knew they should’ve gotten the shoes that didn’t have a sturdy heel. Another tear slipped from your eye and they wiped it away with their sleeve, looking into your eyes and voicing the concerns they had, without words.

‘I’m fine, I just,’

An unsteady gasp crossed your lips as your chest shook. You were unable to keep your tears from falling. You felt yourself stop moving and warm hands placed themselves on your cheeks, their nose rubbing yours. You felt them wipe your tears away as they held you close. More sobs wracked your body and you shuddered in their touch. They were so warm, so why on earth did you feel so cold? Their eyes, those eyes, looked down at you in worry and you felt so selfish. They thought they had done something wrong when it was the complete opposite.

They could do no wrong. They were your angel, sent down from the heavens. Well, a faulty angel, but an angel, nonetheless.  

‘I never thought I would have this moment. And feel so loved.’ you stated, looking up at them. And it was true. You never thought you were capable of being loved in the way you were now. The insecurities piled up over several years and though you tried to convince yourself you weren’t what others deemed you, you couldn’t help it.

Unlovable, ugly, not suitable.

They had taken their toll on you and you believed everything they said about you were true, until you met the person who convinced you that you were not. The person who currently held your hand with their larger one, kissing your knuckles lightly, their eyes not leaving yours. Their eyes brimmed with tears, as they knew what you were talking about in great detail. They knew every insecurity; every worry, and they’d be damned before they ever let you think about yourself in such a degrading way again.  

Grabbing your sides gently, they whisked you away again. The two of you danced for what felt like an eternity, until you stopped. They pulled you closer to them and tried to show all their love for you through their eyes. And you’d be a liar if you said they didn’t succeed.  

I'm scared I've never fallen from quite this high Falling into your ocean eyes Those ocean eyes

Everything would be alright. The rest of the night was spent in a blur, dancing to the gentle beat of the music, and most of it you spent staring into their eyes. They soothed you, made you calm down and made you feel so loved. Who needed ‘I love you’s’ in words when the same message could be conveyed through eyes? Eyes were the windows to the soul, and you saw your lover’s soul glistening through their eyes, and it was blinding; intoxicating. Those eyes told you that, yes, hard times would come and go, but good times would outnumber them. They comforted you and made you forget your insecurities and doubts. They made you feel whole; complete in unimaginable ways. A cluster of a thousand stars wouldn’t be able to generate the light and warmth that coursed through your body when you looked at their eyes.

Their ocean eyes.  

I've been walking through A world gone blind Can't stop thinking of your diamond mind

Good times don’t last. Surely everyone knew that? Life is unpredictable and so unfair. There were a multitude of awful people the world who could’ve been taken away. People who were a disgrace to humanity. People who did not deserve to walk the earth.

So why them?

Why the one person who had so much love to give and asked for nothing in return? Why the one person who made you feel loved and whole? Why them? Why?

The day your lover died in a car crash, your world died with it. There was no reason to live anymore. You always selfishly hoped that you would be the one to die first. That way you would not have to feel the pain of your soulmate dying.

And what a pain it was.

You had heard childbirth was the worst pain on earth. Every mother you met confirmed this. But this? Losing your loved one; your other half to such a cruel fate, was it really less of a pain than pushing a kid out?

It wasn’t, you concluded.  

Because that pain would ease and slowly become nothing. Not having the person you were dependant on, to love you anymore, to help you out of the dark void, it was a pain that tore at your soul, ripping it apart into hundreds of fragments, unable to be repaired.  

Careful creature Made friends with time He left her lonely with a diamond mind And those ocean eyes

‘You know I’ll never leave you sweetheart.’ They once said, after you voiced your concerns. Your initial fears, that you were unlovable, had risen again and you had been harbouring those feelings for so long. At one point you were scared that they would see you for the broken person you were and realise they were wrong in loving you.

‘Promise?’ You sniffled, extending your pinky finger towards them. They laughed, what a beautiful laugh and nodded, wrapping their finger around yours and what they said next made you laugh at their fandom references, which were in abundance.  

‘Pinky promise meleth nin.’  

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They lied, you sobbed. They lied. They promised they wouldn’t leave you but here you were, gaping hole in your heart. Nothing would ever soothe the pain you felt, for only they could, but they left. They broke their promise. Why was life so cruel? It was a curse to be left on this cold earth, so empty of love after their departure. Your soul broke in two every day and you tried, oh you tried to soothe yourself by thinking of the one thing that soothed you all those years before.

Their ocean eyes.

END

Note: meleth nin means ‘my love’ in elvish (hobbit reference)

[imbellarosa]

Good Omens

Okay so I wrote a thing on the book a while ago, and I reread the book about a week before the show came up and I LOVED IT AGAIN BUT. I’m going to take a more critical eye now. Before we start, I’m going to say that id do a rewatch of the show. It’s gorgeously made, and most of the characters are compelling, and the story is brilliant, as always, if a bit different. So over all, for me, 8/10. Good? Good!

Now! Let’s start w the parts I didn’t love:

1.) the narration. This is zero surprise to the people who have been following as I watch this, but I think that if I’m watching a story through a visual medium, I’d like to WATCH it, not have the book read to me w pretty pictures over it. Episode 5/6 have the least narration and are, no surprise, some of my favorite episodes!

2.) Newt and Anathema. These characters had the least amount of life and were...not funny. I think that too much time was spent on them, and there was no real justification for it. They work (sort of) in the book, but I think they could have cut most of their scenes in episode 4, put more heaven/hell dynamic/ Adam’s arc, and had a stronger episode for it.

3.) Jon Hamm was tragically under used. Gabriel wasn’t a character in the book, really, but if your going to have JON HAMM play someone, and do it well - he did it really well - flesh him out a bit! They would have had less random angels, but this one really brilliant actor/character should have had more time!

4.) Adam’s transition to darkness. It felt. Really sudden. Like - he saw the picture of Satan and was like ���yup I’m evil”. They didn’t mention the really powerful part of this story: he wanted to make the people he loved happy. And I love how in the book, he doesn’t hurt his friends - he would NEVER. In fact, it’s when he realizes that the world isn’t his - it’s THEIRS - that he comes back to himself. I LOVE THAT ARC, because it is LITERALLY "the road to hell is paved with good intentions", and I also love the kids that played the Them, and I think that they should have had that nuance.

5.) Episode 4. Just. Way too random and a mash of mostly unnecessary scenes.

6.) They tried for whimsy, and sometimes it worked (Freaky Friday was great!) and sometimes it just...didn't (Shadwell's finger - like. wtf)

Okay! So here are some bits that confused me a bit?

1.) the sudden tone shifts - I honestly didn’t know that Aziraphale and Crowley had been dating the whole time until episode 3? And I don’t think that Neil Gaiman did either. Also, I didn’t know if some of the scenes were being played for a laugh or not, and that’s sometimes because the words and the score/tone didn’t match.

2.) the whales thing. It popped up like...several times, and while I’m a Star Trek fan and I appreciate the references, I was starting to feel like it was a bit of a Chekhov’s gun, and it never went off.

3.) shadwell, as a character. That’s it. That confuses me greatly.

4.) Armeggdon means the end of everything, right? Bc that’s what it means in the book? So I was SUPER CONFUSED when Crowley kept suggesting they run away?? Like...okay, cool, but you’ll just die out in the stars vs on earth. I don’t think it was ever explained that it was just earth that was ending. In fact, Crowley explicitly said that after the end of the world all that would be left was eternity, not “eternity and the stars”, so while I LOVE ineffable husbands, this plot line confused me

Now for the good! And there was so much of it!!

1.) Crowley and Aziraphale. That was easily the best and most interesting part of this show. I’ve said it in a few tags and I’ll say it again: this is a HUGE step forward for the fantasy genre. Not only are these unlikely heroes gorgeously written, but they are CANONICALLY IN LOVE, and it made this a more interesting and a deeper story. ALSO it made me engage with the source material in a different way. Which I loved, because at first I had thought that they were the tiniest bit in love, but they're not. They're MASSIVELY IN CAPITAL L LOVE, and they're willing to prove it, and they do, over and over, and it's more than magical, it's ineffable, and God thinks so too.

2.) Michael Sheen and David Tennant. If the first point was about the characters, the second is about the actors. They had so much love for these characters, and brought so much nuance to them, and they played off of each other so well, that when they were on screen, you could believe that what was happening was real. They elevated this show in such an amazing way. Also, David Tennant could have chemistry with a rock. Bravo.

3.) The scene with Adam and his father. When he was explaining what it meant to be family. This meant a lot to me personally, and I think this one, along with the scene right before it, were the best scenes of the entire show. This book, and then the show, have always been about how loyalty is based on love, and how the strongest bonds form over time and shared experiences, not because it's written somewhere (*side eyes Newt and Anathema*).

4.) The scene where Crowley stops time, and they tell Adam that no matter what he chooses, they support him PLUS Aziraphale telling Adam that he's human and that means he has a choice, and them holding his hands, because he is a scared little boy and they do love him.

5.) The fact that this story is a love letter to humanity. This should be higher on the list, but I'm typing them as I remember them, so. This story is about loving both because and in spite of. We should save the world in spite of the fact that Death is always among us. So is war, and famine, and Pollution and pestilence. We should save the world in spite of the fact that humanity can be the worst of hell. Because between all of that bad stuff, there is also incredible kindness, and love, and peace, and friendships that change you and form you. In between the worst of hell, you find the best of heaven, and in between that, you find old cars and backwoods and red boots and bookshops and families that you choose and make and let go. And if any of it is worth fixing, then all of it is worth saving, and this story understands that.

6.) The drunk scene. I've never laughed so hard as I did when David Tennant screamed that the point was dolphins.

7.) The soundtrack was art. I loved how they interwove Queen songs with these gorgeous instrumental pieces, and then the last song was just a stroke of genius.

8.) The cinemetography, sets, set pieces, and costumes were amazing. The attention to detail was phenomenal. This was a triumph for the director, the set crew, the costume department, camera crew, and, of course, the post production crew.

9.) Pepper. That's it. That's the point. She's amazing. So are the rest of the Them, of course, but Pepper? Iconic.

10.) Episode six. The whole thing was beautiful.

So I loved it. I really wanted to, but I was so scared that I wouldn't and then I DID AND IT WAS GORGEOUS. I will definitely be rewatching this soon.

[whigmaleeriewriter]

girl i wanna send everything as a request from the prompt set but i finakly chose one! jimin+13 bc we all know how he draws so beautifully ;; thank you!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE JIMIN+12 NIT THIRTEEN AHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM SORRY 

A/N:  hahahahahaha, s’okay mate :D Sorry I took so So sO  so so SO long to complete this but it’s finally here! Also, I kind of made it a bigger art studio :P

#12: You’re a lesser known artist and I’m hanging out at a small art studio in the city and you catch me staring in awe at your work.

Staring is probably the most idioticthing to do right now. But hey. It’s okay if it’s exquisite art. But you can’tdecide which is the true art, the swirling paint on the canvas, or the one thatbrings it into the world.

The exhibition had ended about anhour ago, and you’d left an hour ago, and almost got back home, but came allthe way back because you’d only then remembered about your scarf- which youwere not forsaking at any cost. Once back, you immediately made your way to thereception desk, but alas, no one was to be found. Which meant, according toyou, that you were permitted to peruse.

You had a vague recollection oftaking the scarf off and leaving it on a spindly chair in the hall beforemoving to browse the aisles of artworks and installations, so you directed yourfootsteps to once again follow the arrows towards the audience hall.

That didn’t exactly go as perplanned. You found the hall easily enough, but a way in? Not that easy. Atleast without a key card and an old brass key - judging by the antique lockhanging from the bay doors.

You were battling between the choiceof abandoning your beloved scarf or finding another, sneakier way in when youfirst noticed the faint notes of a melody. Viola, perhaps? No, somethingdeeper, cello? You couldn’t help but quietly seek the melody.

As you sneaked as silently aspossible through the hallways, which were getting narrower and narrower, thesong got a lot louder. A lot louder than the first few strains you’d heard. Andit seemed to be emerging from the wooden closet door at the end of the hallway.

It was not a closet.

Stark overhead lighting immediatelypierced your eyes, but you sure are glad you opened your eyes instead oflooking away. The first thing or things, were the canvases of various sizesstrewn all over the room, and mainly the one on the easel in the centre of itall. It was majorly empty, but the few strokes on it captured your attention.Was it a chameleon? Or a …bird? It was difficult to judge.

The attention was short lived though.You caught motion at the corner of your vision and your glance shifted to the manswaying in front of the canvas. At first you thought he was drunk off his assand then noticed what he was holding. He had a battered palette in one hand anda paintbrush in the other.

He continued to move with the musicand added a few more lines of colour. Of course, the canvas probably only a bitwider than a foot, but with his work, it seemed endless. There didn’t seem tobe a definite sketch. It was all very abstract. Yet you were able to pick out aprimary subject in the mess. That’s all you could understand. What it was hewas painting was all but a mystery.

The man paused dancing for a moment(if one could even call it that) and you finally got a good look at him. Andyou realized you already knew who he was. Park Jimin, Jeon Changhyun’s assistant. He was at the exhibition, welcoming the guests and guiding themthrough the space. He spoke with you for quite a while too. And you had to say, you were quite encorselled. 

Yet he hadn’t  formally introduced himself with the artists themselves,but later on at the luncheon.

He made quite an impression with the crowd. Helooked like a fresh drop of dew among all the aged leaves of artists, andeverybody noticed. They were quick to ask names and ages, but never actuallygot to work and business cards.

That might help later on, but fornow, you assume, he has as much respect in this world as you do. And this wasyour second art gala. Looking at his handiwork, it didn’t make sense, but youknew how much it took to make a name in this industry. To be honest, it’s worsethan film.

You’d been puzzling all of this outin your head for so long, that you didn’t notice that the painting wascompleted. You let out an involuntary gasp, it was a bird. It seemed familiar, but you were no ornithologist.

“Do you like it?” That same honeyedvoice that greeted you at the entrance a few hours ago was directed towards youyet again.

“Uhh, yeah. Yes! I don’t recognizethe bird though.” You’re just hoping he wasn’t too irked at your uninvitedpresence, and threw on your best smile. Not that you needed to force it.

“It’s not specific. But, truly? Whatdo you think it means?” So it’s a test.

You took a slow step forward, andwaited for a response. After receiving a small but sure nod from him, you makeyour way through the mess of supplies and pieces.

At closer observation, the colourslooked altogether different. What you perceived as a deep crimson now appearedpurple. The bird wasn’t placed at the centre, but it still won attentions quiteeasily. A partial cityscape made up the background. The foreground was the birditself, and a mess of what appeared to be wires.

“It’s a nest. Of wires?” Your voicesounded small and uncertain. You really didn’t want to wrongly perceive what hewanted to express. That would be one of the worst insults to an artist.

Fortunately, he smiled.

“It’s wing is stuck. It wants toleave but it’s being stopped, by someone in its home. It wants to leave it allbehind, spread its wings and just fly.  Maybe it’s reached its limit. So it wants anescape. It wants to soar above the oceans until it reaches a place which willnever remind it of what it’s left behind.” Your voice cracked a little at theend. What can you blame though? The artwork had the ability to render peoplespeechless and teary eyed.

“That was beautiful.” His eyes weretrained on you the entire time you spoke. He seemed genuinely grateful. “Thankyou.”

A sigh of relief coursed through you.You passed the test set forth by this striking man you met only today. Why didit feel like such a victory?  “I got itright? I was afraid I’d accidentally insult you, or something.”

“No, no.” His moved smile shiftedinto one of ambiguous origin. He’s “There’s no right or wrong to it.  Art is art. What it means to you can beentirely different to someone else. Or the same. You were quite close to myprimary proposition, though.”

“Oh? Might I ask what it is thatmesmeric mind was brewing?”  You didn’tknow what made you say that. You didn’t know if it was the atmosphere – themessy studio, the music continuing to play, his faint cologne – or simply thelook he was giving you, leaning on the table behind him, arms folded across hischest. Whatever it was, you were sure you were stepping way out of line withthe smirk and the question asked with a finger to your lip.

With a push and a step, he wasstanding right beside you.

“Rather than something holding it back, it’skeeping itself there. It has responsibilities it cannot abandon. It’s stayinghalfway in both worlds; to fulfil its duties while keeping its goal in sight.  Let’s put it this way, it’s scared of whatwill happen when it finally leaves the realm of comfort. It stays,contemplating the risks and rewards of making its place in the world. Maybeit’ll stay small and hidden forever - a shadow. Or it’ll finally spread itswings and carve an eternal mark on the world.”

“Now that, was beautiful.” You tentatively reached to clasp his hand inyours, which caused him to lift his downturned head. You could see yourreflection in his eyes and so much more.He was ready to spread his wings and soar. “You can do it. You’ll hurt yourself at some point. But you’ll remainetched deeply in everyone, Jimin. I only met you today, but I know you can and will rise. Don’t be scared.”

He squeezed your palm once and let itgo. “And you too. You’ll find a life far from whatever you want to escape.” Hecautiously ran a hand through his hair, “And I would certainly love to be apart of it.”

“I’d certainly love that too.”

The scarf was left forsaken.

+ Ahhhhh! I actually posted something after a million years. lolololol. I really hope you like it Unna~ And I apologize for making it sound very formal(ish?). It’s probs because I’ve been reading science reports for so long ;_:  +

 +I might continue artist!Jimin as drabbles :D +

+Forgive any grammatical/spelling errors, I didn’t proof read and I don’t have a beta reader :/ +

+ Jeon Changhyun is a real sculptor!  This video talks about his most famous work at around 2:03 - x  The gallery in the fic was kinda based off this one :P  +