What if, in another universe, I deserve you?

Hear me out. There’s this philosopher from the 1890s named William James, and he coined this theory about “the multiverse” which suggests that a hypothetical set of multiple universes comprises everything that can possibly exist simultaneously.

Are you following? The entirety of space, time, matter and energy is all happening at once in different timelines: It’s the idea of parallel universes. Right? So okay, let’s presume the multiverse is real.

Well then, maybe somewhere in those infinite universes is one, or several, where I deserve you.

Maybe there’s a universe out there — happening now — where we end up together and when I close my eyes at night, I’m not dreaming the way a normal person would. Instead I’m seeing flashes of our lives in the multiverse. They’re not simple dreams because I miss you, right? They’re scientific, anachronistic visions.

For instance:

In this universe, I don’t want a family, but maybe in another, I’m more of the type to settle down. Maybe there’s a universe where you hold my hand while I give birth to our daughter in a white hospital room with pink flowers and fuzzy teddy bears on the window sill. Where we take family vacations and pose for dorky pictures in our neon bathing suits on the sands of a Florida beach. Where we curl up to watch a cheesy movie at the end of a long day in our big, green, suburban house once the kids have fallen asleep.

Maybe there’s a universe where we are middle-aged and taking our child to college and bickering over where to put her dresser or what posters she should hang up. Where you kiss her on the forehead ‘goodbye’ and we drive home in contented, proud silence, your fingers grazing my knuckles, our wedding rings glistening. Where we both have gray hair and we laugh and smile and hug and drink lemonade on the porch.

Maybe there’s a universe where that’s the life I want. Where I don’t second guess everything and I’m not afraid of commitment and of the future and of love. Maybe there’s a universe without all the noise in my head and the pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence.

Maybe there’s a universe where I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you. A universe where you actually end up with someone who appreciates you. Where no one becomes a doormat. Where both of us can shed our baggage and curiosity and issues. A universe where we’re happy — without wondering if that happiness is some messed-up Jenga game ready to topple at the slightest quiver. A universe where we’re comfortable and sure, and we have cats.

Maybe there’s a universe where we fall asleep next to each other every night like spoons, like two innocent bunnies — my face buried in your neck, hugging your warmth — and we both don’t want anything or anybody else. Where we don’t want more, we just want each other.

Maybe there’s a universe where I don’t covet so much all the time and where I’m content and where I don’t wonder about picking up and moving to Japan without saying anything to anyone and where at this very juncture, I can just know I’ll always want to come home and cook dinner with you.

If you think of it all this way, then it’s like neither of us did anything wrong.

You just found me in the wrong universe. That’s all. This is, as they say, the darkest timeline. Everywhere else, nay, “everywhen” else — us in the Civil War, us in Ancient Egypt, us in the swinging ’60s — we are happy.

If this theory holds, well, by the law of averages, there had to be one universe — just this one — where we don’t end up together. Here and now just happens to be it. If you think of it this way, nothing is our fault.

So see, that explains everything. We’re not together anymore because of the multiverse.

Well, isn’t that comforting?

If you’re sad, do like I do and just think of the other ‘verses. The ones where I believe in love and where I don’t hate myself and where I never feel the need to kamikaze relationships. A universe where we can have nice things. It’s helpful, right?

Because you could have loved me forever. And maybe in another universe, I let you.

—  Gabby Dunn via Thought Catalog

This is how i feel right now as I had no time to draw anything decent today *sigh* Oh well, maybe tomorrow??? I did sketch out a scene from the Quest, hopefully I can turn it into a finished picture tomorrow…

Meanwhile have some super quick writer!Bilbo (and Smaug!kitty) during a not-very-productive night of writing

Irène Némirovsky (24 February 1903 – 17 August 1942) was a French novelist who died at the age of 39 in AuschwitzNazi Germany-occupied Poland.

“Adieu,“ he said, "this is goodbye. I’ll never forget you, never.”
She stood silent. He looked at her and saw her eyes full of tears. He turned away.
At this moment she wasn’t ashamed of loving him, because her physical desire had gone and all she felt towards him now was pity and a profound, almost maternal tenderness. She forced herself to smile. “Like the Chinese mother who sent her son off to war telling him to be careful ‘because war has its dangers,’ I’m asking you, if you have any feelings for me, to be as careful as possible with your life.”
Because it is precious to you?“ he asked nervously.
Yes. Because it is precious to me.” 

        throws this graphic i made super quick @ u guys but anyways !! i had been debating for a reeally long time whether or not to make kano, since it’s hard for me to manage multiple blogs, but then some of u guys kinda talked me into it so. here i am with my precious liar son, and boy am i glad i made this blog. rping kano has been one hell of an experience, with all the fun times, angsty threads ( my favorite of course B) ), and new people! if i hadn’t made kano, a lot of you i never would’ve met. also kano is also one of my absolute favorite characters, so it’s been great to rp him as well, aha.

         i’m actually quite a bit over the 200 mark right now, but i wanted to take the opportunity to thank all these lovely people for making my time here on kano so enjoyable! whether i knew you back from my homura blog or we’ve only just met here, you’re all so precious to me. some of these people i’m super good friends with, others i don’t talk much with but would love to get to know better / rp with some time! i probably forgot some people, aha … but even if you’re not here, do know that i love you as well! thank you all so much!


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Olicity prompt-" I Told you it wouldn't fit. "

“I told you it wouldn’t fit,” Felicity said from the rocking chair.

Oliver, Thea and 3 year old Tommy grumbled from the floor where they had been trying to put together the kiddie play tent for the nursery.

Thea had gone crazy when she found out she was going to have a niece. She had decided to decorate the nursery in a Princess theme, not letting the expecting parents have any say. Her plans included buying a Castle shaped kiddie tent, which turned out to be a bad idea since it was too tall for the room, which had a sloping ceiling.

“You should have got a smaller one, Thea,” Oliver said, sitting back.

“No,” Thea said stubbornly. “We can fix this.”

Oliver sighed and walked over to Felicity and sat by her feet, watching as his sister and his son tried to fix the tent. Felicity had one hand running over her swollen belly, and the other found its way to Oliver scalp, running it through his hair. He let out a satisfied hum, closing his eyes and leaning back against her knees.

They were so engrossed in their own little bubble that they did not notice that Thea slipped over the plastic of the tent, bringing the whole thing crashing down on top of Tommy and her.

Oliver jumped up and hurried over to lift the plastic from on top if them. Thea let out a pained groan, having fallen on her back, while Tommy just sat up, grinning sheepishly.

“Sweet!” He exclaimed. “Again, Aunt Thea!”

Oliver chuckled, shaking his head. He helped Thea up and led her to the chair Felicity vacated for her. He slipped an arm around around Felicity’s waist, and she leaned her head against his chest.

“You know, with these two already being a handful,” Oliver said, “I’m almost scared of what this little one will do when she’s here.”

“Well, you’re the vigilante,” Felicity quipped. “You handle them.”

She patted him on the chest and walked out of the nursery. “By the way,” she said over her shoulder. “You three are fixing this mess.”

All three of them groaned at that.

Hmm, not my best work… anyways, send me prompts here!

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