*sigh* i just love them

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i so much want them to bond over this

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I’ve actually had this rolling around in my head for weeks and it was funny when I first thought of it. Sometimes I am self-conscious of my dumb ideas.  

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*throws knb stuff at you* lately there’s so much aoka and takao on my dash all my feels are suddenly back o<-< rip my soul

My best friend Pixie passed away on Sunday, November 5, 2017.

She never posted this on tumblr, but it’s one of my favorite kurokens that she gave me. She made it for my fic Run to Me, just because she wanted to, because she told me she loved the fic. One of my biggest regrets is that I wasn’t fast enough with the final chapter. She’ll never get to read it, now.

She read everything of mine, often more than once. She worked as a preschool teacher, and she would re-tell her favorite fics of mine to the children (omitting anything explicit, of course). She was my biggest supporter, my loudest cheerleader, my bestest friend. She believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself. She would tell me over and over again that my writing was good, it was amazing, that I was amazing. She loved everything I wrote, and would live-text everything she read back at me, so I could share in her joy and sorrow and excitement. It was always the highlight of my day. If I ever doubted my skill, I would still post that fic or new chapter anyway, because I knew she would read it and love it, even if no one else did.

But even more than just being a huge supporter of mine, she was an incredible friend. She lifted me up when I was feeling down, she kicked my butt when I was too hard on myself, she told me over and over that she loved me, that I was strong, that I could do anything. She sent me kenmas, she talked to me about haikyuu!! and kuroken, she called me the kenma to her hinata, and I called her the hinata to my kenma. I told her anything and everything. We would watch shows together, talk on the phone for hours (not nearly enough), text each other every day. Whenever I needed her, she was there with her arms wide open.

I’m completely devastated at losing her, but I’m so so so glad that I got to know her, that I was able to have this sunshine in my life. She was half of my heart, and I am so grateful and honored that she considered me one of her best friends, too. I never felt like I deserved her, but she was always quick to reassure me that I did.

I will always love her, and I will always miss her.

Thank you, Pixie. For your light, for your life, for everything you gave to me and to everyone you crossed paths with. You were truly a blessing, a star, the sun and the moon. Rest in peace.

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POET: how could you cause me this much pain? why would you want to?

BEE: I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, you just got in the way. you came too close to my jacket and I panicked. everything I touch starts to bloom: flower or bruise, it’s your choice, I can’t tell the difference. don’t you see these colors littering my body? my skin has only ever been a warning sign screaming at the world to stay away.

POET: I’ve never paid attention to things like that. I love quickly and regardless of history. I see a red flag and I rip it to shreds. I read emergency plans and I abandon their language. I pick poison berries and I swallow them whole. this is always how it’s been, I don’t know how to be any other way. safety is a word I stopped using after I found out that our last kiss was our last kiss. wait, sorry, I forgot who I was talking to. ignore that last sentence.

BEE: I…see. well, I didn’t mean to take advantage of your heart, I didn’t realize you would be so soft.

POET: they never do. have you been to the ocean?

BEE: a long time ago.

POET: when I was younger I went to a beach in south carolina, early in the morning before the seagulls began to beg for sustenance. I was alone, and I didn’t have a swimsuit but the water was so flat, and I needed to get closer to the sky, so I ran out up to my waist wearing all of my clothes and just stared at the threshold between shades of blue and shades of oblivion and I waited. I don’t know what for, but I waited, and I think that what I was waiting for must have arrived because when I finally turned back towards the sand I felt better. like I was naked except I wasn’t, I had clothes heavy with salt draped over my frame, but I could’ve been stripped to my bones for all that I knew. I was there, and I was alive, and it happened at a time when that feeling would’ve meant something.

BEE: why are you telling me this?

POET: I just wanted someone to know that I was happy, once. two lifetimes ago I let souls born of typhoon and earth see me vulnerable and thirsty and the act of doing so didn’t bring me to my knees. I was whole, once.

BEE: you’re still whole, it seems like you’ve just changed your parameters.

POET:

BEE: look, I’m sorry I stung you. I really am. I feel bad. it won’t happen again.

POET: it’s okay, I’m used to it. everything I’ve ever gotten close to has scarred me then vanished. ache and abandon, burn and bury. I could write a new testament about the memories I’ve had to plan funerals for.

BEE: maybe you should stop getting close to things.

POET: maybe I should.

IN WHICH THE POET CONVERSES WITH THE BEE THAT HAS JUST STUNG HER, by Caitlin Conlon

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king husbands……………

“And from among the men shall rise, the protector of the last elven lord.”

“Smile, the worst is yet to come…

Part [1/?]

Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4

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sakamoto tatsuma: love letter (favorite relationships)

↳ sakamoto week day 7 

born a blackthorn tree - a james flint playlist

samson – regina spektor
samson came to my bed / told me that my hair was red / told me I was beautiful, and came into my bed

sigh no more – mumford & sons
love, it will not betray you / dismay or enslave you, it will set you free / be more like the man you were made to be

nfwmb – hozier
if I was born as a blackthorn tree / I’d wanna be felled by you, held by you / fuel the pyre of your enemies

never let me go – florence + the machine
and the crashes are heaven, for a sinner like me / but the arms of the ocean delivered me

devil’s backbone – the civil wars
don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not / he’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve got

battle cry – angel haze, sia
it seems like yesterday that I was nothing / then all of a sudden I’m a volcanic eruption

sky – blaue blume 
head in her hands and heavy eyes/ I can give you everything but it’s nothing at all

dust to dust – the civil wars
all your acting, you thin disguise / all your perfectly delivered lines / they don’t fool me / you’ve been lonely, too long

burn it down – daughter
I’ll set fire to the whole place / I don’t even care about our house / it’s not the same in here since he left anyways

sea – ina wroldsen
I tried so hard blocking out the waves / but my ocean heart never let it go / this people, my people / sea people cannot really leave

the woman downstairs – tina dickow
I let fall my black armour / for the woman downstairs

moon & sand – ibeyi, benjamin biolay
the waves invade the shore though we may kiss no more / night is at our command, moon and sand

paint it, black – ciara
no more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue / I could not foresee this thing happening to you

war of hearts – ruelle
I can’t help but be wrong in the dark / ‘cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts

queen of peace -  florence + the machine
oh, the king / gone mad within his suffering / called out for relief

scars – james bay
your lion’s heart will protect you under stormy skies / and I will always be listening for your laughter and your tears

pistols at dawn – seinabo sey
we could’ve have it all, a world of our own / I never thought we could be pistols at dawn

poison & wine – the civil wars
I know everything you don’t want me to / oh your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine / you think your dreams are the same as mine / oh I don’t love you but I always will

shrike – hozier
I couldn’t utter my love when it counted / ah, but I’m singing like a bird ‘bout it now

I’ll be good – jaymes young
I’ve been cold, I’ve been merciless / but the blood on my hands scares me to death 

heal – tom odell
take my past and take my sense / like an empty sail takes the wind / and heal, heal, heal, heal

work song – hozier
my babe never fret none / about what my hands and my body done

once I was loved – melody gardot
I don’t remember when I was young / I don’t recall the day when I first saw the sun / But what I am certain / what is enough / Is just to remember that once, once I was loved

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- Are you hurt?
- Yeah, a little.
- A little?

Elliot and Angela kiss

me: oh wow, what a great friendship

Tyrell grabs Elliot by his shoulder, caressing him gently

me: look at that, true love, so pure