#Get Insprited

[strawbrygashez]

Toph takes abe to the 100 gecs tree. Abe is like “I don’t get it. it’s just a tree :/”

Then toph is like “JUST A TREE?! JUST A TREE?!!!!”

Then he goes on a hour long explanation about how 100 Gecs is a big inspritation to many current hyperpop artists & etc.

[your-local-rockstar-simp]

2, 11, 18, 35

2. an album you wish you could hear again for the first time

ughhh that is a really hard one. Maybe Girls Girls Girls?

11. if you could talk to any musician, who would it be? what would you want to say?

Paul Stanley

Will you marry me?

😌

jkjk

I would wanna talk about just songwriting and stuff and his inspritation

18. who (if anyone!) is your least favorite member of your favorite band?

Peter Criss cuz he is a mess and sounds like a jackass from his book.

35.cdo you wear a lot of band t-shirts? if so, do you like it when strangers comment on them?

yes indeed i do. my mom used to get mad but I love it. I love it when strangers comment because quite a few times I have been able to find other people who like the same music as me!

Thank you!

[kmslwaffle]

The spotlight kept coming on and off, so he was trying to get the spotlight's attention, and the translator said wozaizheli 🤣🤣🤣 THE REACTION FROM EVERYONE 😂🤭😍🥰

🥰🫰💛

#INFINITE_13egin #인피니트_13egin #inspritsbr #insprits @official_ifnt_0609

[sandlermewatson]

Oh I remember that day when teo feel like speechless or numb he meets up harry to get inspritation so thats in the harry route its that timeline lol anyways thing get awkard TnT

But piu piu have a fetish leg lol

Ouch when he says Big Deal....

[jessethehumbled]

Neil, thanks for the Sandman comics. Cant wait to delve into explosion of insprition. My brother in law introduced me to your work. You know divorce cuts important people from our lives. He gave me you, the roar that came from it was cataclysmic. Every year he gave me two graphic novels. years to get to the end. Thank him, scowl at him and claw at his chest. My chest. I understand Dream's death. Well written. Promises must be kept. Thanks for being the guy. i'm coming. Thanks for being the guy.

[mrsluthordanvers]

Would love to see a supercorp mistletoe kiss/first kiss. Love your work ❤

💜 for you friend! hope you like it!

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It shouldn’t be this awkward. They’ve been friends for years, best friends. But the tree is almost completely decorated and Nia has gone in search of the board games Kara keeps stored inside a cupboard with sliding doors, and they still haven’t said two words to each other. They’ve come close a couple times. Almost knocking into each other as they try to hang an ornament in the same spot. Kara’s mouth opening and closing, before her cheeks flush pink and she settles on an awkward smile and rushes away, pretending to deal with something else, somewhere else in her apartment.

It makes Lena want to scream.

“Care to tell me what’s going on between you and Kara?” Sam ambushes Lena where she’s standing between the Christmas tree and the window, taking her time hanging an ornament.

“There’s nothing going on between me and Kara.” Lena nearly sighs, as she straightens her ornament and zeroes in on a bunch of red bulbs clustered together.

“You two have been dancing around each other all night.” Sam watches Lena as she starts rearranging the cluster.

“She asked me out last week.” Lena quietly admits, as she takes a red ornament and puts a silver one its place and moves the red ornament to a new spot.

“Finally.” Sam breathes as she tries to smother a smile as they both stare at the tree. “How did it go?”

“It didn’t.” Lena’s eyes flicker towards Kara, eyes catching as she whispers to Alex, their foreheads almost touching. For a moment Lena wonders if they’re having the same conversation. If Sam and Alex planned this divide and conquer in an attempt to figure out why they aren’t talking to each other.

“Really? It was bad?” Lena looks back at Sam in time to find her smile fall in disappointment. “I’m sorry Lena, I thought-“

“No.” Lena cuts Sam off before she can continue on her line of thought. She doesn’t even want to entertain the idea of a bad date with Kara. “She asked me out, but she didn’t actually make a plan.”

Lena almost shakes her head at the memory. How Kara had stuttered nervously when she asked if Lena would go out on a date with her. How her own heart had beat faster when she realized what was happening. How elated she had felt after Kara left her office with a bounce in her step, and finally how it all came crashing down when she realized that she had said yes, but they didn’t actually make a date.

“But you’ve made plans since?” Sam lifts her eyebrows when Lena doesn’t reply. “Right, Lena?”

“We…haven’t actually talked since she asked.” Lena admits, crossing her arms over her chest to stop herself from continuing to rearrange the Christmas ornaments.

“At all?”

“Things have been busy at L-Corp.” Lena defends, annoyed that she needs to point that out to her own CFO. “And it’s not like Kara isn’t busy.”

Sam, bless her, does nod in understanding as she squeezes Lena’s arm before she ducks out from their hiding spot behind the tree.

It continues to be awkward as they all settle in to play board games in the twinkly light of the Christmas tree. Kara planting herself beside Lena as they play monopoly. Their arms brushing, sneaking glances at each other, only talking when their turns require it.

“I’m getting more wine.” Lena stands, prying herself away from Kara’s warmth. “Anyone else?” Lena offers even as she already heads towards the kitchen.

“Me please.” Alex holds up her empty glass, surprised when Sam takes it from her and holds it out towards Kara.

Kara glances between them in confusion as she takes the glass before finally standing and following Lena towards the kitchen.

“Oh.” Lena startles as Kara appears with the empty glass in hand. “I was going to bring out the bottle.”

“Sam handed it to me.” Kara shrugs, as she puts the glass down and slides it closer to Lena.

“Of course she did.” Lena shakes her head as she fills the second wine glass.

“I’m sorry if tonight’s been awkward.” Kara says gently, as she continues to linger at the end of the island. “If I’ve been awkward.”

Lena lifts her glass to take a measured sip as she watches Kara slip closer out of the corner of her eye. They stand in awkward silence as Lena takes another sip before putting down her glass to recork the bottle.

When she turns, she finds Kara closer than she anticipated, shoulder brushing against her chest as Kara looks at something above her. Lena follows her eyeline to a small sprig hung from the kitchen light.

“Mistletoe.” Kara breathes, as Lena watches her. Bright blue eyes slowly lowering from the small plant to focus on her.

“Can I kiss you?” Kara asks so quietly Lena almost misses it. Her heart pounding as Kara inches closer when she nods. One hand moving from the island to settle heavily on her hip. Kara’s other hand gently grazing up her arm as she cups the back of Lena’s neck. Their foreheads slowly coming together as Kara plays with the hair that’s fallen loose from her bun.

Kara slowly moves forward, noses bumping as she presses their lips together. It’s soft and chaste, but Lena falls into it like she’s drowning. Gasping for air when Kara pulls back. Her own hand snaking to the hem of Kara’s sweater to keep her from going very far.

They stay like that for a moment, Kara’s hand moving to gently stroke Lena’s lower back as they stay pressed together in a hug.

“Will you stay over tonight?” Kara asks softly, lips brushing against Lena’s shoulder. “Just sleeping. I’ve missed you.”

“I’d love too.” Lena whispers back as she pulls Kara in a little tighter.

When they go back to the living room their fingers are intertwined, and everyone tries to smother their smiles as they pretend that they weren’t paying them any attention despite none of the game pieces having moved.

When everyone finally shuffles towards the door with sleepy goodbyes. Alex pulls Lena into a tight embrace, whispering a quiet Merry Christmas in her ear before she lets her go to do the same with Kara. Sam taking the moment to pull Lena into a tight hug too and whisper in her ear.

“You’re welcome.”

[askintothevoids]

Eggs and flour

Cheeks and cheese

Only to smile, my sweet home

Dirt and stone

Baskets and sheets

Only to die, dearest life

To cut you with a knife and to sop with a towel

To hold dearest little spirit in my gloved palms

In the eyes of the bear, nor tear, clawed and flawed,

You rhyme all too well,

Yet my eyes are closing, and the pericing fiery of white set my bones aflame

To hold is to touch, to breath is to see, to love is to lose, my loves

Little, little, big, medium, big medium

Too many sizes to fit around my heart strings,

I take inspritation from your clumsy scribe,

You dot your eyes with hearts, and write my name to smooth your soul

Name to name, my monotone hum to enjoy the middle of the line

I sing the my sorry ever so often, you’ve heard me say I love you too many times

I want to apologize, my dearest loves

I’m selfish and brute, and often too hot headed like a unwatched boiling pot

I hope to carry you on my shoulders, even if I can’t quite get you to the stairs

I’m quiet and soft, like a big armed bear, I may claw and bite

Yet I’m sorry I can’t give you what you want, nor what you need

But I’ll sit with you under the tree.

[yokaiwatchconfessions]

When I see the minor students of class 5-2 and 5-1, I always thought they were yokais in disguise of humans, mainly because of their strange, unique and unneutral appearances and actions. They can get only insprited by other yokais because their in they human form and they reason why Lina and Zoey is because they wanna learn more about they species.

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[jesshq]

Babblong is not a morning person, so if you wake him up in the morning after a week of nighshifts and inspriting during the day you better have a cup of coffee for him

Roughraff: where’s timi’s school bag

Babblong: by the kitchen....you sure you don’t want me to help you and manjimutt?

Roughraff: no no you need to sleep “leaves” also coffee is almost done

Babblong: that’s the 5th time he has woken me up...in the last 10 mins “yawns and snuggles into his bed and falls back asleep”

Usually when babs did like night shifts for his job he usually sleeps in till 10 but after moving In with Roughraff and manjimutt he can get more sleep as they will send Timi to school/daycare. Roughraff being Babblong’s big brother whoever does get worried when Babblong doesn’t get enough rest

[deekshita-b1]

I wish i was a South African !

Being a person who is patriotic not just only on special days but whole 365 days of the year . But one day the same me wishes to be a South African .

The only reason I wanted to be a South African is to feel the Lion pride , hear howling Wolf pecks , Chickens , Duck families and all time favorite pack of Dogs.

An oasis of animals and only for animals

Hakuna Mipaka was created by Dean Schneider, a 27 year old energetic man who is the inspritation for budding entrepreneurs with passion and love for animals.

He was Born and bought up in Switzerland was a banker and financial planner. He was a successful entrepreneur by 21 with around 45 employees who could check the list he made.

And then he started to move towards his passion and love .

That is when he builds a 400 hectare " Hakuna Mipaka " which means no limits in Swahali .

For me the oasis is not just only a place for animals but a place with abundant love , affection and joy .

It's a home for many different species where they just live with freedom under some good protection in their own ecosystems .

The best thing that drives me crazy about this place is all the animals just being treated as family and referred as brothers & sisters and named accordingly .

Feeling my presence over there , watching the animals grow , seeing their activities both cute and wild ,watching their phases of life , playing with them , growing up with them will always tend to be my favorite oooohhh what more do a philotherianist need ?

With all that in mind , I started planning to explore the oasis but that is when I came to know him deep and better, about the tremendous vision of Dean .

Even though I knew" No tourism and Safaris were allowed " and it was strictly the happy place of animals . Not even volunteer programmers were given a the chance to enter the oasis . The only way to enter is by getting a job in which they recruit rarely now and then for the records and maintaince of the oasis . Dean strictly held it for people of South African who accepted him with warm heart and helped him build Mipaka . knowing this I am feeling great for him ,his vision and the animals because they can live in so much freedom with out any new people's sight just like their own ecosystems , but the animal lover in me was so sad as i can't be one among those lucky people who get to work for animals and their welfare.

But some how the happiness of their freedom made me more happy. I made up my mind to wander around places where I can have access to meet my loved one's .When i was fishing in the ocean of social media of my inspirations

And that is when my face had a very broad smile and my go to place has changed .

Did u ever imagine a Elephant looking like a tiny ant ? but i never imagined it .

But when i saw those pictures. I just felt the gaint beauty seeming more beautiful in a huge nature's yard .

Yah ! That beast seeming like an ant before the cloudy Mount kilimanjaro.

The Lion on the rock with the raising sun just felt like the Lion king of my childhood .The birds flying above the red hot ball .

The hot air ballons just felt like ballons which are threaded by dazzle of Zebras with the beautiful calming sun .

The Giraffe feeling like the brother of trees enjoying the cool monsoons .

Couple of Deers relaxing by watching the cluster of Butterflies .

Even though there are other places like this , I still dont know why I fell in love with this place where I could live life long Amboseli national park , Kenya .

By Deekshita BSK

[mayurdevhare]

Thank you @tilak___r__n for this editing ...I am really like this♥️ One of the new things people began to find out in the last century was that thoughts—just mere thoughts—are as powerful as electric batteries—as good for one as sunlight is, or as bad for one as poison. To let a sad thought or a bad one get into your mind is as dangerous as letting a scarlet fever germ get into your body. If you let it stay there after it has got in you may never get over it as long as you live... surprising things can happen to any one who, when a disagreeable or discouraged thought comes into his mind, just has the sense to remember in time and push it out by putting in an agreeable determinedly courageous one. Two things cannot be in one place. "Where you tend a rose, my lad, A thistle cannot grow. #insprition #motivation #life #liferule #decipline #darkphotoshoot #amazingpicturez#likeforfollow#follow#likers#quates#gymshark#fitnees (at Nagpur) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBKQ5AFl4dX/?igshid=18gcxqw38gtf5

[abbiesjournalplace]

Hello love, I just found your blog and your journaling is so cute! I'm trying to get into this type of journaling, but can't seem to come up with creative ideas (and I don't want to copy other people). Do you have any advice for coming up with creative ideas or finding inspritation?

Hi :) I wish I could say I come up with a bunch of creative things, but I definitely have trouble being inspired. I would definitely look at others work on social media to find creative uses or layouts that you like, without copying their whole spread. It’ll help you find cool ways to use supplies and stuff like that. If you can’t get too creative, try simple cute things first. Simple stickers, writing on washi tape, or even using a hole punch can look good if you know how to use them. Wish I could be more help but keep journaling!!

[queenofpurgatoryx]

Noliv + another love by tom odell

I wanna sing a song, that'd be just ours

But I sang 'em all to another heart

And I wanna cry, I wanna fall in love

But all my tears have been used up

.

Things had been alright, lately.

More than alright even. He loved his school, he got to wake up everyday to learn stuff that he enjoyed and some of his teachers were really good. He had friends, he didn't even know how he befriended those kind people but maybe it was faith and he had done it after all. His apartment was small and cozy, he had time and inspritation to paint, he loved the coffee shop nearby to read and he loved Berlin. A little cold and gloomy at times but it kind of felt like home.

There was something missing inside Noah, though.

He felt happy and he felt content- the kid that came with being able to do what he was passionate about. Yet, it was there, a strange kind of longing and the inability to open his heart up to someone.

Sure, he had his friends, he even had a best friend (an art history major and a filmmaking major, they were an odd duo) and he had his best friend's boyfriend, and their colorful group of friends. Noah shared a bit of himself with them but something was not quite right.

In one of those parties he was at, where he kissed a stranger and did not learn their names the next day, he started talking with this boy, one of the boyfriend's friends.

"Why are you so mopey all the time?"

"What? I'm not mopey," Noah replied, sounding confused.

"Yeah, right," the boy scoffed. Later he would learn that his name was Abdi. "Look man, I don't know your deal but you clearly think about someone constantly instead of enjoying the moment. I know a thing or two about heart break," the boy said with a wink. Noah doubted.

Regardless, the kind stranger was right at the moment and his drunk state of mind was filled with wisdom, perhaps. Noah didn't have to face it but he hadn't just left his old house, Gijs and Micha back in Utrech, he had also left a bit of his heart back home.

He missed her so much, how could he not, when he used to miss her even when she was right there?

But it would've been unfair, she had bigger dreams and he was in an another country. She was too good for him, anyways. He had done a lot of mistakes, anyways.

They let each other go gently, with hugs and kisses as if it wasn't a goodbye and it was just a see you soon. But its been awhile and Noah had thought he would get over Liv, but itd been months and he just loved the same.

He tried to at least like someone else, he tried to look at someone the way his new friend David looked at his boyfriend (the way he used to look at her). He just couldn't as if she had taken that ability with a pieace of his heart.

Noah wanted to feel whole again, wanted his heart back.

Wanted her back.

But she was not his to begin with but maybe, she would be kind enough to treat his heart gently?

That's how he ended up in a plane sometime during christmas, he didn't have much to say or much to bring.

A painting he had made for her (one from many because when you were in love, your art and your love were united) and the rest of his heart, all he had to offer.

Maybe it was selfish of him to want her when he knew she deserved more but Nıah only had himself to offer after all.

It was up to Liv to decide.

.

send me a ship + a song!

[torispencerkeene-blog]

Being a Writer...

Most of the time being a writer is a wonderful experience. You can create worlds with the tap of the keys or the slide of a pen over a page. When you're on fire it's like being sucked into an entirely different plane of existence, when nothing else seems real but the characters you create or the problems that they face. So many things about writing make life amazing. And then there are the days when you have the saddest music you can find playing loud in your ears and your fingers are typing so fast they ache. You've got tears streaming down your cheeks as you write something that feels so true to your soul that you want to stand up and scream. Today is a day like that for me. A day when my characters are facing the worst thing they could imagine and my heart is bleeding for them. That little tinge of guilt as I realize I'm the one that has done this to them, and to my readers, who will undoubtedly not want them to suffer so. A day when my husband came home for his lunch break and found me sobbing hysterically while I typed. Because some days are like that. I love my characters, whether they are from the recesses of my mind or borrowed to write fanfiction. I adore them. As I write I think about how I might face the same situation, or I wish the best for them and want to make it happen. They feel almost real, as though I could reach out and touch a living breathing person, put my hand on their shoulder and tell them it will all work out, because I'm writing an incredible future for them. To all you other writers out there, I applaud you for the three am inspritation that makes you get up and rush to your laptop, for the scenes you cry through writing, through the hours of research, and for all the times you had to share a funny moment from your own life because something like that deserves a laugh. Thank you all for writing, and for sharing!

[backasthornss]

hi @taylorswift ! I handed in my 12,000 word dissertation which means I have very nearly finished university!!

thank you for your music (which I listened to on repeat while writing) for getting me through this. You are a constant source of inspritation to me 🥰

[dailyixing]

181111 | lay_studio: “Didn’t you just love seeing @LAY_zhang_ at @BUILDseriesNYC! What does #NAMANANA mean to you?“

Audio: “Kevin: Now, do I have this story right? ‘NAMANANA’ comes from Lion King? 

Lay: Yes, ‘NAMANANA’ don’t [doesn’t] have meaning. It’s not a real word and I made it. And I was insprite? inspired from the animation, Lion King. ‘Hakuna Matata’ you know, right?

Kevin: Of course! You guys know that song? Can we sing that a little bit? Can we get a little ‘Hakuna Matata?’

Lay: *singing* Hakuna Matata~ da da da da da~  da da da da da~ da da da da da da~ Hakuna Matata~”