sororygilmore · 10 months ago
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IGNITE ME by Tahereh Mafi
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leftwastelandpanda · 2 months ago
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This time convincing everyone to read the shatter me series . This series literally healed something in me, I don't know how someone managed to put into words the kind of softness I have only imagined comes with being loved.
Maybe you have to feel it , to be able to write it and bless her, she convinced me once again that love is nothing but being so kind, so gentle, so accepting that it brings someone back to life.
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atlanticum · 3 months ago
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shatter me characters x singers
Juliette listens to lana dal rey (especially white mustang)
Aaron listens to the weeknd (especially house of balloons)
Kenji listens to taylor swift (especially to message in a bottle)
Nazeera listens to arctic monkeys (especially to do i wanna know?)
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pink-evilette · 11 months ago
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islxms · 3 months ago
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˗ˏˋ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 ˎˊ˗ 💭. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖
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pairings - singer!kenjikishimoto x fem!reader
summary - You were painting in your studio, as you often did in your free time, indulging in a passion you had never shared with your boyfriend, Kenji Kishimoto. There wasn't any particular reason for keeping it a secret; it was simply something you chose not to discuss with him. You assumed Kenji was in his studio, working on a new song as he often did around that hour. But then, just as you were losing yourself in the rhythm of your strokes, you heard the door creak open. Kenji.
warnings - light smut.
words count - 1.3k ˎˊ˗
˚₊‧꒰ა letter 📜໒꒱ ‧₊˚ - I decided to switch to Tumblr because I prefer writing short stories instead of struggling to find inspiration to finish a book that I once started. Hope you enjoy this story! Should I make another one? A part 2?
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I walked into my studio—the place I treasured most. Painting and drawing have been my passions since I was just a kid, offering me a creative escape and a sense of fulfillment. The studio was my sanctuary, a space where I could immerse myself in my art and express my innermost thoughts and emotions. Today was no different. Kenji was working in his studio on a new song, which he didn't tell me much about, but I know once he gets back home, it will be the topic of the night. He always loved sharing his interests as much as watching Tangled over and over again—never understood the reason for his weird obsession with it. But since I love him and I love being around him, I don't mind spending hours sitting and cuddling with each other while watching his favorite Disney movie.
As for me, I wasn't much of a talker or an extroverted person. I loved being alone in quiet and calm places, enjoying the comfort of my surroundings—just me and the world and no one else. But since Kenji got into my life, everything changed. I couldn't stay alone in a room for more than ten minutes without thinking about or wanting him. Except in my studio, where I painted all my feelings, worries, everything. Including Kenji, even though he wasn't aware of it. None of this. Not that I didn't want him to know about it or that I was embarrassed by it, it was just a topic I hadn't discussed or talked about.
I got my blank canvas and positioned it on the easel. As I prepared my paints and brushes, I felt the familiar excitement bubbling up inside me. The scent of oil paints and the soft hum of classical music filled the room, creating the perfect atmosphere for creativity. I started to lose myself in the rhythm of painting, each stroke bringing my vision to life.
Suddenly, I heard the door creak open. My heart skipped a beat as I turned to see Kenji standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with surprise. "I thought you were working on a new song," I stammered, caught off guard by his unexpected presence.
Kenji smiled, stepping into the room. "I finished early," he said, his gaze shifting to the painting I was working on. "I didn't know you painted, Sunshine," he smirked.
"Uh, I-I..." Gosh, I sounded so pathetic. "Well, now you do," I said, trying to muster a confident smile.
His smirk only grew bigger as he leaned closer to me, before kissing me slowly and gently. "Had to get my daily kiss," he murmured against my lips, "couldn't continue living without it, Sunshine."
I felt my cheeks flush as I pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes. "You’re impossible," I laughed.
Kenji grinned. "And yet, you love me anyway."
I rolled my eyes playfully. "Yeah, I do."
He glanced back at the canvas. "So, are you going to show me how you paint, Rapunzel?"
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Rapunzel, huh? I see where you’re going with this."
Kenji grinned. "Well, you do have that whole artist-in-a-tower vibe going on. Plus you're blonde. So, what do you say? Teach me your ways?"
"Alright," I said, smiling. "But don't expect any miracles."
He moved closer to the easel, watching intently as I picked up a brush and dipped it into the paint. We spent the next hour together, laughing and painting, with Kenji's curiosity and enthusiasm proving to be infectious. His presence added a new, joyful dimension to the creative process.
As the session came to an end, Kenji stepped back to admire his own work—a colorful, abstract piece that was uniquely his. He grinned at me and said, "I've seen worse." With a playful glint in his eye, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. "Excuse me?! Is that how you treat the art that your beloved, gorgeous, funny, breathtaking—"
I cut him off with a laugh, "I don't want to hear your big ego."
Kenji chuckled, his smile widening as he looked at me. "Alright, alright," he said, his tone light and teasing. "I'll save the compliments for later, Sunshine. Talking about art, I want to see some of your work, Princess."
There was no way I'll show him my work, especially since 90% of it is sketches of him.
"Please, Sunshine," he persisted, faking a pout and making those irresistible puppy-dog eyes.
I hesitated, feeling my cheeks flush slightly. "You know, it's not really finished," I said, trying to deflect.
Kenji raised an eyebrow, his expression playful but determined. "Come on, just a glimpse. I promise I won't judge. Besides, I’m really curious to see what you’ve been working on."
Reluctantly, I sighed and walked over to the corner of the studio where I kept my sketches, all of which were of him. I pulled out a few pieces, trying to avoid eye contact as I handed them to him. "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you."
Kenji's eyes lit up as he examined the sketches. He traced the delicate lines and shading with admiration, his gaze moving from one sketch to the next. "These are incredible," he said breathless. "I had no idea you were so talented. And wow, you’ve captured me in such a unique way."
I watched his reaction, a mix of nervousness and anticipation fluttering in my chest. His appreciation was more than I had hoped for. "I’m glad you like them," I said softly.
Kenji looked up at me, his eyes radiating a tenderness and warmth that made my heart flutter. "You should share more of this side of yourself with me," he said softly. "I love seeing how you perceive the world—and how you see me. Especially me."
"Is that all you think about? Just yourself?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes with a hint of irritation.
"No, princess," he said smoothly, standing up and extending his hand towards me. "It's you."
I took his hand, my mind racing as I tried to come up with a response, but I was utterly speechless. His words had left me at a loss.
"Now, I didn’t get off work early for nothing," he smirked, pulling me closer. His lips were mere inches from mine, and I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin.
As he drew me chest to chest with him, our lips met in a kiss that was both intense and electrifying. The world around us faded away as we lost ourselves in the passion of the moment.
One of his hands slid down my thigh, guiding it to his waist as the kiss deepened. The pressure of his body against mine was exhilarating, every movement fluid and passionate as our kiss grew more intense. His fingers explored the curve of my leg, pulling me even closer, and I could feel the heat radiating between us.
Gradually, his lips left mine and traveled to my neck, planting soft, lingering kisses along the sensitive skin. Each touch of his lips sent waves of warmth and pleasure through me, heightening the already intense connection we shared. His breath was warm against my skin, and the gentle caress of his lips made my heart race.
As he continued to kiss my neck, his hands roamed up to cradle my face, guiding it gently to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with a fiery intensity, a reflection of the passion that had ignited between us.
We both pulled away to catch our breath, from the intense moment. "Are you going to draw this too?" He asked casually, with his usual and teasing smirk.
"Go fuck yourself, Kenji Kishimoto." I reply between gaspes.
"I have a better idea, Sunshine."
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wardaph · 3 months ago
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fantasizingwriter · 8 months ago
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I refine my words to speak terrible truths.
- Jumana Presswala
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bambisnemo · 1 year ago
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Igniting the flame again
So... I wrote my math exam yesterday and as soon as I was done, I just knew in my heart that I had made careless mistakes and that I had disappointed myself.
When I back to class, I started preparing for my next exam almost immediately.
I remember vividly crying in the examination hall and cursing myself all the way home.
Today, i realised that all of last week, I was fighting my fading wick. I was burning out, I hated doing work I normally love and as soon as I figured it out, I stopped.
I took a break, I was asleep for a couple of hours this afternoon and honestly I'm so glad I did that.
This blog was a big part of last week, it gave me a reason to study. I did this, initially for myself and now I'm glad that people outside appreciate it.
It may be just a click of a button to you, but for me, it means the world that I've found a purpose to learn. I've started enjoying the process again and I have huge hopes for my last exams.
From the bottom of my heart, I thank this place for being my getaway from the world.
Thank you.
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louisplumpyass · 1 year ago
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louis tomlinson — faith in the future
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aeipcthyy · 2 years ago
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in my missing warnette era
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yourfavscarynight · 2 years ago
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Step on me, Warner.
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violeteverlyn · 2 years ago
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“Words, I think, are such unpredictable creatures.
No gun, no sword, no army or king will ever be more powerful than a sentence. Swords may cut and kill, but words will stab and stay, burying themselves in our bones to become corpses we carry into the future, all the time digging and failing to rip their skeletons from our flesh.”
- Ignite Me, Tahereh Mafi
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lunaetis · 4 months ago
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▸▸ [ @yueiyun || changli one-liner call ]
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─「长离」─  " you are a long way from home, dear stranger. " the instant she laid her eyes upon the other, she could feel it. the LURKING power underneath his veins, one so similar to their sentinel but at the same time so strikingly different. the vermilion bird regarded him with respect. a LONG, he reminded her of. " may i inquire what business you might have within huanglong ? if i could be of assistance, i shall. "
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theultimategoodgirl · 1 year ago
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For this Halloween, I decided to be completely and utterly and magnificently obsessed with Aaron 'LYHFML' Warner
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thedeadpoetsraven · 1 year ago
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"And we are quotation marks, inverted and upside down, clinging to one another at the end of this life sentence. Trapped by lives we did not choose."
— Tahereh Mafi, Ignite me
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machinavocis · 2 years ago
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2.19.23
everything i Am is sick sad absent pathetic archaic expired & yet everything i Do is substance, permanence marked deep in the body of Time the marrow of it i imagine myself as noun decaying; as verb immortal in this moment, any moment, every moment that i choose not to Be not to Be to Do & yet to Stay silkswept sung spun suspended here in eternal prelude the quiet before the sound that becomes the quiet that stretches on into the quiet that remains forever and you will remain forever descending; an unfinished melody; a mouthful of dead blood; i deserve the sort of pain that means
Something
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