#( heart of gold and stardust soul // aesthetic )

[starikune]

Tag Dump Part 3.

[naturesesme]

Would That I - Hozier // Carolina - Taylor Swift // All The King’s Horses - Karmina // What The Water Gave Me - Florence + The Machine // Cover Me In Sunshine - P!nk feat. Willow Sage // Falling Out Of Trees - Barcelona // Paradise - Coldplay // Make Me Believe - The Everlove // the lakes - Taylor Swift // Coastline - Hollow Coves

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[scftsunshine]

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[jozigist]

Supa Mega leaves the Megacy with a precious parting gift - The Mass Country album

As the Megacy and the nation at large struggles to heal from the deep wound of losing Aka, the release of his much anticipated posthumous offering is a timely analgesic. The Mass Country album is worth more than a barrel of gold. Aka’s patriotism is evident in his use of vernacular and beautiful local sounds that resonates with the masses. Some of the best talents in South Africa in Emtee, Nasty C, Khuli Chana, Yanga Chief, Thato Saul and Sjava were all featured to add some sauce to the already hot ‘Chakalaka’, The Braai show host had already prepared. Well-renowned engineer, Robin Kohl and a stellar team of producers amalgamated to make the timeless songs on the track list, while multi-award winning illustrator and street artist, Karabo ‘Poppy’ Moletsane grabbed the attention of the masses with the unique design of the album cover art. It’s contemporary African aesthetic perfectly fits the theme of the album. The piece honors the traditions and the rich history of South Africa while celebrating a national treasure. The ‘Supa Mega’ left his heart and soul on every single song. From the honesty in his song writing to the ear-pleasing melodies that rested on impeccable beats to unbelievable rhyme schemes, the legendary hit maker made sure that there was not one single song worth skipping on Mass Country.

Let’s look at the top five highlights of this masterpiece: - Last Time The album starts with Aka spilling poetic bars over a beautiful traditional Johnny Clegg sample. He interestingly introduced the world to his beloved nation by making references to some legendary South African moments like when Siphiwe Tshabalala smashed the ball in the corner of the net for the opening goal of the 2010 FIFA World Cup against Mexico. He also paid homage to local musical legends that paved the way for special artists like him. His humor shone through on the song when he declared that “Nobody is too rich for Oros.” Another line that stood out was“Mega it’s a miracle, you came back from the dead” (Don’t you wish he could?) - Lemons(Lemonade) (ft. Nasty C) You likely to find yourself singing along to the words of the song when the beat comes on: “Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set Zip up the off white up to the neck Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, baby Ooh, ooh The Stardust sample was recreated to perfection! Even Busta Rhymes would have been so proud of how his lines from “As I come back” was utilized. One of the funniest moments of the song was this golden quotable by Nasty C, “Zaba Zaba Zaba Zai Zaba Zai Always out the country I'm guess I'm a Zai Zai” (We will surely need a baby language translator for this line! It sounds amazing on the flawless instrumental) This radio smash hit will keep the vibe alive on dance floors for many years to come! - Company (ft. KDDO)  It was exciting to hear another song from these two after their 2018 smash hit, “Fela in Versace” Their musicalchemistry is undeniable. The song “Company” on this new album has such a catchy Afro beat vibe but it has the least likely lyrics to impress your wife! LOL. The song grows on one over time. After playing it a few time, you may find yourself chanting: “One girl not enough for me, two girls not enough for me, three girls not enough for me!” - Dangerous (ft. Blxckie & Nadia Nakai) This is a song of romantic passion, where The Supa Mega and Bragga embraced their uncontrollable, unapologetically loud and overwhelming feelings for each other while Blxckie can be heard singing on the chorus “I don’t see nobody else right now, just me and my baby.” It would have been beautiful to see a music video to this song that really solidified the couple’s chemistry and broke the internet in the process. - Diary (Anxiety) Supa Mega shows listeners that he was human after all.

On this song, he candidly opened up to his diary about his struggles with anxiety and shared intricate details about one of the most challenging chapters of his life story. Despite the heaviness of the subject matter, the infectious beat somehow mysteriously makes you want to dance! Kiernan Jarrad Forbes will forever be remembered for the barrels of Gold he gave the masses through his classic catalogue. His palpable energy will be sorely missed and his dedication to his daughter, Kairo was always so heart-warming to see.  As the South-African flag waves softly in the Capetonian wind, a son of the soil journeys on in another realm as the ‘Megacy’ continues to heal and seek solace in the perfect parting gift he left behind– Mass Country! Long Live Supa Mega, Live Long! Read the full article

[anarea]

𝙋𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙣 // 𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 // 𝙊𝙡𝙙 𝘽𝙚𝙣 Kenobi

Fewer still could have done so without turning to darkness. (...) Every person Obi-Wan ever truly loved​ came to a terrible​end. (...) Every step of this long, unfulfilling journey​ is one Obi-Wan​ had to take alone... and yet he never faltered. As the rest of the galaxy burned, his path remained true. It is the kind of victory that most people never recognize and yet the bedrock all goodness is built upon.

– From A Certain Point of View

[goddess-ofrisingsun]

Bastet the cat goddess - assassins creed origins (modern)

"Only in my pain, did I find my will. Only in my chaos, did I learn to be still. Only in my fear, did I find my might. Only in my darkness, did I see my light."

[roseofhighgardcn]

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girl who overwaters plants as she doesn’t know when to stop giving || about

castles in her bones & coronets in her heart || aesthetic

all gossamer & silk & voice like honey || answers

heart of gold and stardust soul || headcanons

flowers grow back even after they are stepped on || house tyrell

beauty may be dangerous but intelligence is lethal || inspiration

when she spoke the whole room turned to see what shone || interactions 

just as clever as she is pretty || portraits 

words that water flowers made of poetry & roses & galaxies || words 

 || music

[highgardcnrose-blog]

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she didn’t want to be loved for her petals but for her thorns || inspiration

I used to be gossamer and silk || answers

castles in her bones & coronets in her heart || aesthetic

as clever as she is pretty || portraits

heart of gold and stardust soul || headcanons

blossoms under kindness like a rose || asks

wanted to be the queen || about

voice like honey and lips like petals || interactions

words that water flowers || music

it was in my flaws I found a much deeper truth || words

flowers grow back even after they are stepped on || house tyrell

different flowers from the same garden || leonette

|| shireen

you make flowers grow inside me & stars realign when you laugh || edmure

[thcbeautywithin]

Tag dump

all rose and honey || aesthetic beauty of all literature || quotes she’s beauty and brilliance and bravery || portraits if only I could wish your kiss was not a falling star || beast music is the literature of the heart || melodies behind the beauty || headcanons honey and wildfire are both colour gold || about beautiful things have dents and scratches too || inspiration heart of gold and stardust soul || headcanons beauty is truth, truth beauty that’s all you need to know || answers  pursuit of truth and beauty || ask memes

[maybcrry]

tag  drop  part  two.

🌻 --- visage  /  a heart of gold and a stardust soul. 🌻 --- desires  /  you have a great deal of love inside of you. 🌻 --- aesthetic  /  she is imperfect but she tries. she is lonely most of the time. 🌻 --- character study  /  you are so brave and quiet they forget you are suffering. 🌻 --- headcanons  /  your words can plant gardens or burn whole forests down. 🌻 --- wardrobe  /  she who carries the heavens in her eyes.

[sacrificedshe-moved]

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[honeyed-sunflowers]

what if i told you...?

what if i told you that i was not the person you thought you knew all these years? but an insignificant shadow, a fractured reflection of the one i have kept hidden for so long. what if i told you i was not made of honey-drops and sunflowers, but the result of the darkest incantations chanted, only meant for slaughter? what if i told you that the gold you see in my cracks isn't kintsugi* but the dead sunlight that ever dared to touch my unholy skin? what if i was not human?

what if i told you that i practice black magic and worship death, or that i watered dead plants and collected burnt pages? how i enjoy grief and suffering because that's what connects humans to what lies beyond this world that we think we know? what if the things i said were not exactly true and i am, in fact, all the monsters you complained to me about? what if that facade fades away with time and space? what if i had no heart, no mind, no soul?

what if i told you i was the nocturnal cats stalking desolate streets, or the ghostly memories that kill you every time you think about them? what about my silence - which isn't soft, but holds the potential to end human civilisation, or that my voice is the preserved, fossiled form of all those who stood up for what they knew was right and fought like starving lions for prey? what if i told you i saw the grim reaper* as someone more trustworthy than most people? what if i loved santa muerte* more than the beautiful brides my mother talks about?

what if i told you i was coloured glass but broken, that i was a legend but a cursed one? like a cruel creature full of anxiety, grief and anger. like angels falling from the skies to be the harshest demons, with no holy traces but absolute darkness. what if i told you i lived for burnt cathedrals, raging warriors, explosions, and the aftermath of wars? what if i was your darkest nightmare that it’s impossible for you to close your eyes at night and watch it unfold again and again?

what if i told you that i was not perfection, but rather the ruins and ashes of the roman forum*? how do i break the things that rejuvenate me, slit their throats on poetry sheets, and blame them for my ultimate collapses and failures? i am a stranded black hole, whispering words of witchcraft and deceit, sugar-coating it with stardust. what if i told you that you were the next collection in my museum of ruined artworks? what if i was the hell-fire, burning the earth, burning the homes of innocent mortals?

what if i told you i was the child of an eclipse and the scarlet moon?  the constellations of the dead and the damned? that i sleep without closing my eyes, live without a beating heart? what if i told you that i look at the glowing ghosts of radium girls* every time i talked about the toxic blood that runs in my veins, that i hear their radioactive cries every time i looked in the mirror? what if i was made out of that their ultraviolet skins, their radium, and even, polonium?

what if i told you my heart was losing all the starlight to become a dormant piece of greatness, seizing to revolve or rotate, seizing to radiate? i handpick sufferings, weave them into ornaments, and wear them around just for aesthetics and poetry. what if i was the broken ceramic cups they left littered all over the tea table, after drinking honey tea from the same? or, how i am the broken wine bottles on grim alleys that once used to lead me home? what if i told you i was not the things you thought i was, rather all the things you believed were the opposite of me? what if i was never me?

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[source: google/wikipedia]

*Kintsugi - (金継ぎ, "golden joinery"), also known as kintsukuroi (金繕い, "golden repair"), is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum.

*Grim Reaper  - Death is frequently imagined as a personified force. In some mythologies, a character known as the Grim Reaper causes the victim's death by coming to collect that person's soul.

*Santa Muerte - an idol, female deity or folk saint in Mexican and Mexican-American folk Catholicism. A personification of death, she is associated with healing, protection, and safe delivery to the afterlife by her devotees.

*Roman Forum - a rectangular forum (plaza) surrounded by the ruins of several important ancient government buildings at the centre of the city of Rome.

*The Radium Girls - female factory workers who contracted radiation poisoning from painting watch dials with self-luminous paint.

[naturesesme]

tag dump ;

[lavampira]

tagged by @arcann​​ for this oc aesthetics meme tysm 🖤 and I’ll tag @queenofthieves​​ @sirotras​​ @taliaferros​​ @kyber-heart​​ @leondaltons​​ @baodurs​​ @coldshrugs​​ @solarisrenbeth​​ @narrativefoiltrope​​ @lyuyu​​ @narshadda​​ if anyone wants to do this but no pressure ofc!

mitth’alia’miurani “thalia”

— LIGHT SOURCES

SUN RAYS. effervescent smiles, dandelion puffs, bare feet, beach waves, flowers pressed into books, champagne glasses, rose-gold eye shadow, boho skirts, wire-rimmed glasses, hair in loose waves, kaleidoscope eyes, sunshine in your hair, fire in your soul.

INCANDESCENT BULBS. crop tops, floral print, dancing in the rain, quiet defiance, hand-knit beanies, rosé, painted bookmarks, marble floors, cirrus clouds against a blue sky, polaroid pictures, hands held, fingers intertwined, flower crowns, baby bluebirds.

STARDUST. lace bralettes, brisk breezes, jasmine-scented perfume, books with yellowed pages, tracking constellations, sterling silver, violin music, chess games, iced coffee, glittery dresses, high heels, secret grins, midnight meetings, wishing upon a star.

CANDLE FLAMES. denim jackets, gladiator sandals, braided hair, messenger bags, movies at the cinema, stolen kisses, wax-sealed envelopes, haiku poetry, cherry wood, succulents, fountain pens, jigsaw puzzles, soft tired eyes, hidden smiles, cuddling with someone you trust.

MOONBEAMS. newspapers, over-sized sweaters, dancing shadows, fleece throws, cutoff shorts, piano chords, red wine, messy buns, embossed journals, a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks, freshly fallen snow, tranquil solitude, burning incense.

AURORAS. combat boots, burgundy lips, infectious laughter, spiral-bound notebooks, pencils used down to the stub, ripped jeans, painted nails, cloud-watching, summer thunderstorms, hiking trails, vinyl records, film cameras, skating on a frozen lake, hot chocolate by the fire.

FIREWORKS. dancing until the break of dawn, Heelys, being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend, the euphoria of soaring through the air, being excited for what the future holds, group hugs, colorful tattoos, bronzer-highlighted cheeks, hugging a stuffed animal, lifting a child onto your shoulders, space buns, bright streaks in your hair.

— BODY LANGUAGE

DEFENSIVENESS. arms crossed on chest, crossing legs, fist-like gestures, pointing index finger, karate chops, stiffening of shoulders, tense posture, curling of lip, baring of teeth.

REFLECTIVE. hand-to-face gestures, head tilted, stroking chin, peering over glasses, taking glasses off; cleaning, putting earpiece of glasses in mouth, pipe smoker gestures, putting hand to bridge of nose, pursed lips, knitted brows.

SUSPICION. arms crossed, sideways glance, touching or rubbing nose, rubbing eyes, hands resting on weapon, brows raising, lips pressing into a thin line, strict, unwavering eye contact, wrinkling of nose, narrowed eyes.

CONFIDENCE. hands behind back, hands on lapels of coat, steepled hands, baring teeth in a grin, rolling shoulders, tipping head back but maintaining eye contact, chest puffed up, shoulders back, arms folded just above navel, wide eyes, standing akimbo.

INSECURITY & ANXIETY. chewing pen or pencil, rubbing thumb over opposite thumb, biting fingernails, biting lips, hands in pockets, elbow bent, closed gestures, clearing throat, “whew” sound, picking or pinching flesh, fidgeting in chair, hand covering mouth whilst speaking, poor eye contact, tugging pants whilst seated, jingling money in pockets, tugging at ear, perspiring hands, playing with hair, swaying, playing with pointer; marker; cane, smacking lips, sighing, rocking on balls of feet, flexing or cracking fingers sporadically, leg bouncing.

ANGER & FRUSTRATION. short breaths, “tsk” sounds, tightly-clenched hands, fist-like gestures, pointing index finger, rubbing hand through hair, rubbing back of neck, snarling, revealing teeth, grimacing, sharp-eye glowers, notable tension in brow, shoulders back, head up; defensive posturing, clenching of jaw, grinding teeth, nostrils flaring, heavy exhales.

— SENSES

SIGHT. small towns, big cities, six thirty curfews, lights that take the place of stars, blanket nests, light through the blinds as a wake up call, found family, finding a single star in the middle of new york city, window shopping, watching something terrible and enjoying it, wilted flowers, faded caricatures, bright, bold colors.

HEARING. crickets and lightning bugs, car engines and a.c. units, a phone call to mum/dad, laughing with friends, jokes that are so bad you have to laugh, the clicking of computer keys, noise cancelling headphones, the sound of silence, muffled music from another room, drumming fingertips on a table, clicking of pens, listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower, ringing in the ears, the voice of someone you love, pitch shifted songs.

TOUCH. being held close during a long night, fleeting reassurances, holding hands when you’re scared, brushing fingers through strands of hair, freshly dried clothes, bruises on your knuckles, silk and satin, your favorite pet’s fur or feather, wringing your hands anxiously, snuggles, comforters in the dead of winter, nails against skin, cold metal, leather in summer.

TASTE. coffee in the morning, tea in the evening, bubblegum that lost its flavor, alcohol burning the back of your throat, homemade cooking no matter what’s made, blood in your mouth, stale air, mint, fresh vegetables, that processed taste of citrus candy, the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good, foreign sweets, fast food, bittersweet, sour, spicy, sweet, bitter, too much salt on fries.

[seaglassxgypsy]

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[chunhua-s]

Kuroo in a wedding planner AU? Fluffy👀

ooooo wedding planner! this was another challenging au for me because i’ve neither read nor written anything for it before, but i had an idea that i want to try and put out for this! for this, i was swimming between the idea of going with friends to lovers or for an established relationship, but in the end i decided to go with the latter since it would give me more room to add the ending i wanted to make. writing this made me tear up a little bit? because it’s like, damn, thinking about being with someone who compares you to the stars and the entire galaxy, it’s so soft and utterly endearing? just the way our kuroo’s so in love with the reader makes me feel really warm, like i would need nothing else in the world if i had him with me. it’s hard to convey the feelings i have about it but i hope that while reading this, you’ll feel the same way! don’t be shy to tell me what you guys thought of it by the end, alright? i love to hear your thoughts and opinions 💕 with that being said, please enjoy reading!

AT AN ALTAR OF STARDUST ➽ TETSURO KUROO x READER

genre: fluff

au: wedding planner

warnings: none!

the scenery’s something straight out of a fantasy, he thinks.

fairy lights dangle from summer green trees, white lengths of cloth wrap around their trunks and tie together in elegant bows. the setting sun paints his world with orange fires that blend with gentle lavenders and deep blues, against which the stars dance on their faint lights. the sight of them is almost playful with the way they twinkle and fade, winking at him as if they bear secrets that they dangle tauntingly over his head, never for him to reach out for and grab between his fingers, never to taste their whispers against his yearning lips. they reel him in on stolen glances and teasing smiles, ones in which your eyes would glisten under the dying sun and show to him a vast galaxy, where laughter and joy orbit your entire being like planets, and you— you become the center of gravity, the giant star that burns so brilliantly like a ball of fire.

“so??” your energy vibrates all throughout your body as you clutch your hands to your chest, wide eyes searching kuroo’s expression for any hint of what he thinks of the venue you prepared. you’re always looking for his approval, so eager to hear his thoughts as if seeing his lips pull back into that familiar grin or the way his eyes show his admiration for the work you’ve done. and of course you would, kuroo considers: the both of you work together as a team after all. while you, as the wedding designer, handle the creative and aesthetic details, kuroo works as the planner, handling legal details, budgets and booking venues. it’s a combination that, between the two of you, works so seamlessly, what with the way the both of you could so easily connect with one another. it’s as if you could hear each other’s thoughts and count the beating of your hearts, understand every ‘thump, thump’ beneath your fingertips for the words you leave unsaid. “do you think the clients are gonna like it?”

the man pretends to think, lifting a hand to his chin as he scrutinizes the golden lanterns and the white and yellow roses decorating each table, the small glass orbs that sway so softly on a silent breeze, sounding like chiming bells and building on the fairytale ambience. and in the middle of it all, you stand smiling at him, your picture so radiant and breathtaking that, for a moment, kuroo willingly forgets that this wedding won’t be your own. he forgets that you won’t be the bride wearing white roses in her hair, won’t be dressed up in a beautiful gown. he forgets that he won’t be the man waiting for you at the altar, tears in his eyes as he watches you get closer and closer, until the both of you would say your ‘i do’s and bind your souls together for an eternity and more.

he wants that day to come more than anything.

“you always outdo yourself, hm?” he hums, grinning as your eyes light up under his approval. your smile is like a beacon under the setting sun, your eyes hold the secrets of the stars above and suddenly, you become the single most beautiful thing in his universe. you glow with the warmth of a heavenly flame and, like a moth, kuroo finds himself getting pulled further into you, wanting nothing more than to drown himself inside your all-consuming fire and give every part of himself to you. till the name tetsuro kuroo should vanish behind the blue curtains of your galaxy, till he’s made renewed with only the traces of your existence painted across his skin like ink, your name buried on his heart like a tattoo. when he looks at you, he feels himself melting into a pool of fallen stars, slipping between your fingers and leaving trails of purple and blue across your skin like paint. he wonders, is it the same for you? does the galaxy sing for you the way it does for him, does it tell you the secrets of his heart, how he whispers your name like a prayer for the moon to hear his voice? do the planets spin around him in orbit, do the heavens adorn his head with a crown of stardust and leave silver dots across his skin like freckles? when you look into his eyes, can you see the universe in them just as yours show to him the different solar systems beyond home?

he doesn’t know that when you look into his eyes, you see all that and so much more.

your eyes squint under your smile as you look back out at your hard work, turning your back to kuroo to admire the way the orange sun cast her final embers against the approaching night sky. as you feel tetsurou’s arms wrap around your waist, his chin resting atop your head, you melt into his hold and let out a satisfied hum. “i think seeing everyone enjoy themselves with what we did for them is my favourite part of our job,” you quietly confess, and as you admire the scenery, you feel kuroo’s heart beating against his chest, every rise and fall of his breaths soothing you like a familiar lullaby as you sink further into his hold. one of your hands comes up to caress his skin, your finger tracing his jawline as you turn your gaze to meet his; you see the milky way in honey gold pools. “do you think we’ll be able to have something like this one day?”

and oh, your poor heart, it flutters inside your chest and soars above silver clouds when he presses his lips against your forehead. it’s a simple and familiar sentiment, one that you’ve shared between stolen moments where the world stops spinning, when the wind sings your love and admiration on faded whispers between swaying leaves. you fall apart in kuroo’s arms, and, with every bit of devotion that he feels for you, he’s there to pull you back together. “i swear to you, baby,” he whispers against your skin, tracing the words with his lips so that they’ll paint the moon and stars and the planets above. “when it’s our time, i’ll give you the entire universe to hold.”

and he will. after all, you’ve given to him the galaxies, given to him a star to hold for every kiss you press against his lips, ever moment you spend loving him with all that you are. it’s only fair that he should give it all back to you.

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