Spilling the quarantea
via 5SOS’ Instagram. 11th April 2020
I don’t know why but listening to 5sos feels like coming back home. It’s so comforting. Like no matter how many music genres I go through I always come back to them. And I don’t know what it is but regardless of how I feel their music just feels good and makes me complete.
falling - c.v.
a/n this is a short blurb I wrote from a random burst of inspiration I had. I’m not entirely happy with it and its rather abstract but I hope you guys like it anyways
When you Fall from Grace, you don’t remember to think of your Father. You don’t remember to think of your Brothers and Sisters, of Heaven— of home. You think instead of the boy with the bright eyes and honey spirit and wonder what humanity will feel like.
When you Fall from Grace, you remember to think instead of where you will land, featherless and flawed and achingly human. You remember to think of the boy with the smile of liquid sunshine and how his arms are to replace the wings you’ve lost.
You think not of your halo being ripped from you, the stars escaping your veins as the molten gold that used to run through them cools to a painful crimson. You think not of your Light fading, nor of how excruciating it is to grow a soul.
You had watched the boy for years, and loved him nearly as long. You were not meant to long, to ache, to crave, but you did. You were no Guardian, but your thousand eyes trained themselves on those below nonetheless, your devotion to your Father soon enough turning to worship for terrestrial bodies instead.
So when you Fall, you know that really you had fallen long ago.
You do not realize how different it will be.
You Fall hard, bruised and broken and unaccustomed to how few limbs you have. You learn quickly that as much destruction as you can cause as an Angel, it is so much less than that of a human. Your body aches with hunger, need and want of love.
You miss the sharpness of your feathers, the blistering heat of your gaze. You miss looking into souls, unsure of how to understand the world when you now see with so few eyes. Your once razor-edged teeth now have so little to sink into, dull and unable to tear into and devour sin any longer. Your fingers feel too light without the weight of the blades you had been Created to carry, no longer as devastating and as beautiful as you once were.
You are unstable on only two legs, discovering the afflictions of having an earthly form. You ail from the condition of being human, learning soon of the ache of being alive, of the pain of being both holy and (w)holy not.
And he finds you like this, attempting to learn to breathe through lungs that do not yet know their place against the cage of your ribs.
His name is Christopher and he is wild and beautiful and bright enough to pull you from the Sky. He looks upon you with something akin to recognition, as if he sees in your newly born soul the favour you had Graced him with from above.
If he can, he does not say and you discover then that your favourite colour is the same as his eyes.
He is kinder than you deserve, millennia of destruction and sublimity tarnishing your newly found mortality. He teaches you to suffer and to be human, and that those words mean the same thing. You learn doubt, fear and worst of all, desire.
He gifts you with emotions and you discover your Faith— not in knowing of your Father who art in Heaven but Believing in people and goodness and him. You think holiness is the feel of his lips against your skin and when he sings to you with the sweet nectar of his voice, you remember why honey sustained the old gods.
You learn of laughter and the saltiness of tears and the weight of sin that comes with the imperfection of being. You learn of hurt and how to bleed. You learn of heartbreak and wicked jealousy and you think perhaps pain is easier than love.
But still you love.
You love until it is unbearable, blind Faith and hope that he may love you too guiding your uncertain heart. You love until you discover why Angels Fall, why this pain would be worth more than perfection. You love until you realize that there is no need to be All-Seeing when you only want to look at him.
You love until you do not fear anymore, learning he loves you too. You love until you learn of happiness, of the gifts of being human, of the blessings you’ve received in being allowed to Fall.
Yes, when you Fall from Grace, you don’t remember to think of the Divine Ones, because he is all the divinity you need.
i might be in my bag but at least mine is a real birkin
Why is Walmart selling Louis Vuitton???
2. AIRPLANE SHENANIGANS – Translator Series
Ayeee! So I’m back with another part to the translator series, where the translator meets the boys at the airport. It’s a continuation of the previous part that you can read here .
I feel like this is going to be a full blown fanfic series. Woi.
Welp! Hope you like it!
Clara watches you with furrowed brows, “Excuse me?”
You shake your head quickly, “Uh, I’m gonna be with CNCO?” you asked her, making sure what you were seeing wasn’t a dream.
“Mhmm” Clara responds, “You know the boys?”
Def you just know the boys. Homegirl’s a whole professional fangirl!
You simply nod, and she continues walking with you towards them, your heart pounding louder with each step you make.
Reaching the boys, still unaware of your presence despite standing right in front of the ones on the floor, Clara introduces you to the team.
“Mi gente! This is Y/N nuestra traductora, she speaks English, Spanish and Hindi, and is going to be with us for the whole 6 months!” She announces.
They look at you with big bright smiles, greeting you with ‘Hola’s and ‘Hello’s, expecting you to say something back. With the words stuck in your throat, you can’t help but simply wave shyly at them.
Noticing your actions, Chris speaks up, “¿Qué pasa nena? ¿No puedes hablar, o qué?”
summary — in which zion’s anxiety become a little much during his crush’s baby shower. loosely based off chase atlantic’s love is (not) easy.
visual — think fairy bread, hugs and silver glitter paint
There was something about the way the glittery star crown was sitting atop her head of curls that made Zion want to disappear into the couch cushions, but start happy dancing around the house all at once. From where he was, being his usual, antisocial self, her could see her smiling face just past Parker’s only digital camera, cuddled up between Diamond and Haley, who both had a hand rested over the bump protruding from her sunflower yellow maternity dress that laid bare the cluster of ink decorating her skin. His mind wandered for a moment, a hand absentmindedly reaching for that one dread that was longer than the rest.
He watched her readjust her crown, which Zion was entirely sure Austin had constructed from the wirey-star-table-piece-thing in the box of old Christmas decorations sitting among piles of Brandon’s shit in the garage. He had to credit the boys, though. Brandon and Edwin had spent the last week turning the ground floor of their home into a sparkly wonderland full of tinfoil stars and astronomy references Zion didn’t understand. Everyone had made their contribution, with Nick and Austin spending the previous three days cooking up her baby shower present in the back yard with a pack of cheap constellation spotting cards.
Is there beanz or cncowners on here that listens to Jhené Aiko? I got a fic idea based off of something of her songs but I’m not a good writer.
i just watched brandon’s live and you can tell that they’re so frustrated with their team and he almost said he didn’t wanna be represented by them anymore, which is perfectly understandable. their team doesn’t do jack shit for them and how do you, as a pr team, not double check a statement before sending it out to over thousands of people? and not only are they slowly tarnishing their reputation with this and the camila tour but they’re also not letting them put out any music; all without any say from the actual band members themselves. they’ve created an aura of silence which makes them look complicit, ignorant and that they’re done with this whole music thing when it’s in fact the exact opposite.
we see them producing non stop, it’s all over their stories. we see edwin talking about climate change, all of them talking about going vegan for the sake of the animals and the planet, zion has even spoken out about women’s reproductive rights. and to pull a stunt like this when you have a band member that’s mexican and not letting him reach out to the fans to apologise unless it’s on their terms is jusy incredibly selfish and a clear indication of how they don’t have the welfare of the band and it’s fans at heart.
i don’t know when their contract is up but i want them to leave asap. this team isn’t doing anything for them and they as an up and coming artist, they deserve so much better than a team who is half assing their way to their next pay check.
in conclusion, #freeprettymuch.
repeat after me:
- even if i don’t like my body today i will take care of it
- even if i don’t like myself today i will still be patient and kind with myself
- even if i do not love myself i will still take care of and be kind to myself, despite not wanting to
I’m back I guess. Just needed a quick break is all. Anyways @sunshinelukee tagged me in a playlist thing a while ago and I feel bad for not answering back for so long so here we go…
Bonus Song: Say So - Doja Cat 💖
Tagging whoever wants to do this
i made one of those alphabet meme videos with our favourite boys just because it should be done and also this was so hard to do so thank you to @cnc-oh-boi and @estoy-enamorado-de-ti for helping me out disclaimer: mediocre editing skills used on a mediocre editing program idk if i’ll upload this on youtube but we’ll see how it goes all footage goes to the rightful owners, none belongs to me
Learn The Alphabet With CNCO
i made one of those alphabet meme videos with our favourite boys just because it should be done and also this was so hard to do so thank you to @cnc-oh-boi and @estoy-enamorado-de-ti for helping me out
disclaimer: mediocre editing skills used on a mediocre editing program
idk if i’ll upload this on youtube but we’ll see how it goes
all footage goes to the rightful owners, none belongs to me
My mother had three pregnancies, and two children. She had a miscarriage, between my brother and I, in that four year span between our births, there was another pregnancy, another child desperately wanted, who didn’t live to term.
My mother had her pre-natal care, and her post-miscarriage care, at Planned Parenthood.
Because it was the best place for her. Because at the time, she had a two year old child and a bike and they were living just around that nice little sweet spot between ‘desperately poor’ and ‘almost have enough to consider a savings account.’ And when you are poor, and female, and need health services, Planned Parenthood is there.
And my mother walked past the protesters, walked past the people who screamed at her about not killing her baby, about how she was a whore, and she was going to hell. My mother, in mourning for a child that she had lost, blaming herself, hating herself for failing at this most feminine of things, walked through that, to care for herself, to get the medical care she needed. So that someday, two years later, she could have me.
I cannot speak to the courage that must have taken. But that path is walked by thousands of women. Every single day.
She donated to Planned Parenthood until her death. And she said to me, that the people who screamed at her saw her only as a vessel for a baby. They didn’t care about her, they didn’t care about her baby, either. They were pro-birth, not pro-life, because none of them would be there after her baby was born, to offer help and support and care.
The protesters didn’t care about her. And the medical professionals inside did. It is the right of every woman to have access to safe, affordable, quality health care, no matter where she comes from, what her income is, or what choices she makes with her life. And that is what these kind of bills are attempting to take away.
This is important.
For many, clinics like Planned Parenthood are one of the only options for free or low cost health care.
97% of Planned Parenthood services are health and wellness related, not abortion. (And legally, federal money cannot be used for abortion services).