(but i'd still choose you.) once a writing blog, now a blog that consist of words, images and sounds that inspire. features original work on rare occasions but is predominantly fandom based. also features excessively brilliant work from near and dear friends. continually under construction.
i don’t know how great i’ll be at consistently making graphics and/or writing things for femslash february but at least i’m only a day late in starting it, right? right?Â
under the cut because rapunzel's not my character but i just really really freakin' miss writing for her don't look at this.
For years, Rapunzel had dreamed of seeing the lights. In fact, as far back as she could remember, they were the only things she had ever wanted for. Her mother had been more than generous in every other way, indulging her and her hobbies by providing materials for them, teaching her to cook, bake, mend and sew, and encouraging her in everything with only the odd sharp comment if she felt that Rapunzel was overstepping her boundaries in asking for anything. She had hardly even mentioned seeing the lights to her, if at all, simply because she felt it would be far too selfish to do so – after all, hadn’t her mother already done enough for her? Even as a child, she had stayed quiet about her desire to see what they really were, preferring to wait until mother was asleep before sneaking down to the window, watching as the sky turned from deep blue to a brilliant, beautiful gold. It was the most magical experience of her life, and she had promised herself that one day, her dream would come true and she would stand where they were, able to see them for what they were and bask in their warm glow.
She knew what they were now, though. Not stars, as her mother had told her, not intangible balls of gas she had no hope of ever reaching, but lanterns, gorgeously designed and intricately patterned and real. She hadn’t quite been able to believe it when she had been told what they were, simply because of all the things she had theorized they might have been, lanterns never factored into it. Had she not been so excited that they weren’t stars, she might have questioned it, but her emotions had gotten the better of her, and there had been only one thing to do – demand the man currently tied up in her hair take her to see them so she could see the proof for herself. Admittedly, it hadn’t been a very well thought out plan. She had spent years being fed stories about people from Outside, about ruffians and thugs and murderers and thieves, and currently had the latter bound in her tresses, which meant any amount of harm could have come to her. In fact, it almost did. But it was the very person she should have been afraid of who had helped her, time and time again, all for the sake of helping her achieve her dream, and her opinion had been drastically altered. Even now, sitting in the middle of a lake and excitedly waiting for the lanterns to rise, she kept casting furtive glances up at him, a small smile playing around her lips. Eugene was certainly something else. Not that she had much to compare him to, of course, only the stories that her mother had told her, but he was changing her viewpoint quite a bit. She no longer felt like she was outside looking in at the world, hoping and praying for a chance to join it, nor was she the naïve, scared girl who had almost been too afraid to seize the only chance she would probably ever get to step outside her tower. No, everything was different now, and all of it was down to him.
Verbalizing that, however, would be a challenge, and so she stayed quiet, trailing her fingers through the water instead, scattering the decorative flowers Eugene had helped her place. It was probably the happiest she had ever felt, until she noticed something in the water – not the ripples she had made, but the reflection of something gold. Her head snapped up, long braid shifting, and her eyes widened as she watched the first lantern drift up over the wall of the manor on the hill, glowing as brightly as the sun. Her mouth fell open a little, and she couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath as a hundred lanterns immediately followed, all drifting up and setting the sky aglow.  Leaping up, she scrambled to the front of the boat, rocking it wildly with frantic movements as she clung to it, focused entirely on the sky, blinking wildly in the starlight, hardly able to believe what she was seeing. It was everything she had dreamed of and so much more, and she felt a bubble of happiness rising within her chest as the lanterns continued across the sky, illuminating the lake with a warm glow. She drank in the sight for as long as she could, committing every single detail to memory – the details of the lanterns, the carving she could feel under her fingertips, the sound of the waves lapping against the side of the boat and the smell of the lake, mixed with Eugene’s cologne. Eugene – without him, she wouldn’t have had a hope of achieving her dream, not after her mother’s vicious objection. She owed him everything and so much more; he may have gotten them into a few sticky situations, but he had also gotten them out, and taught her so many things she would never have known without him. The night by the campfire had changed everything about what she felt for him, and not because of her mother’s sudden appearance and hurtful words, but because of what he confessed to her, because of everything he had done for her, because of him. She’d still be a blind child locked away from the world if not for him, and she turned to thank him, stopping short as she noticed the two lanterns he held, heart turning over in her chest. She hadn’t even thought about releasing a lantern herself, but now she wanted nothing more, and she turned back in to the boat, letting go of the figurehead so she could take her place opposite Eugene. The gleaming lanterns above them were the most beautiful things she’d ever seen, but not even realizing her dream could make Rapunzel feel the way Eugene did. Reaching out to take her lantern, smiling at him and receiving a smile in return, it was as if she world had shifted beneath her and as they both raised them skyward, ready to let go, Rapunzel realized that she was in love.
walk on the wild side //Â for doing stupid things at 3am [x]
1. let’s make out - does it offend you, yeah? / 2. i bet you look good on the dancefloor - arctic monkeys / 3. i don’t care - fall out boy / 4. anklebiters - paramore / 5. vegas - all time low / 6. kiss me again (feat. alex gaskarth) - we are the in crowd / 7. m + m’s - blink 182 / 8. ocean avenue - yellowcard / 9. fluorescent adolescent - arctic monkeys / 10. last nite - the strokes
Je crois en toi, tu connais la porte vers mon âme. Tu es la lumière à mon heure la plus sombre T'es mon sauveur quand je tombe. Dis-moi que tu m'aimes Rien que pour ce soir.
an instrumental playlist for movie!verse elsa and a non-instrumental playlist for a modern elsa because i have absolutely no self control and have fallen in love with a fictional character. again. send help.
discoholicmusic
dailybridgerton
blakekathryn
kianamaiart
jbbartram-illu
origamiaround
yousharknotpass
