. . .just wanted to bring the memories back

Victor & Yuuri - Museum Guide

• Victor and Yuuri arrive at the museum to immediately grab champagne, say Kampai!, clink their glasses together and start drinking

Victor: A Grand Prix Final museum?
Yuuri: It looks so interesting. Brings back memories too. So much happened then…
Victor: (to the listener) Oh, hello, you must be a Yuuri fan!
Yuuri: Eh? Wouldn’t they be… a… Victor fan?

Victor: (all flirty) Will you come and join us?
Yuuri: EH?!
Victor: Ahahaha, sorry, Yuuri is saying he wants it to be just the two of us…
Yuuri: (panicking) Gimme another drink!!

• Upon seeing photos of himself in the Eros and Agape costumes, Victor reminisces about the Onsen on Ice event, and asks Yuuri why he chose the Eros costume. Yuuri, who is now a little drunk, explains that it’s the costume Victor wore the first time Yuuri saw him. He goes a bit fanboy, talking about how enthralled he was and how he thought, “there was absolutely no other choice. Having that costume, it was like a dream…”

• At that point, Victor asks Yuuri how many drinks he’s had. Yuuri answers, a bit slurred and in a Kyushu accent, that it is only his third

• …Yuuri gets even drunker and goes full on fanboy upon seeing, “A VICTOR AREA FULL OF ONLY VICTOR! ♡♡♡”

• Yuuri exclaims that he’s a GIANT Victor fan

• Yuuri asks the listener what they love about Victor, and then yells that he loves Victor even more than that, proceeding to brag about how he skated such a perfect copy of the Stammi Vicino performance to show just how much he loves Victor

• Yuuri yells about how Victor is “super eros” and shows off his “Victor Otaku Collection” with pride

• Yuuri: (shouting) VICTOR IS AMAAAAAAZING!!!

• Yuuri corrects Victor when he misidentifies one of his own costumes.

Victor: Ahh, how nostalgic, that’s my first senior skate…
Yuuri: No! That’s wrong! This was your gold medal win at the Juniors, come on! Even now, I can remember how amazing it was to watch!

• Yuuri has reached the point where he’s pretty much wasted…

Yuuri: I know everything about Victor, okay?! I love Victor so much! I even got a poodle because Victor had a poodle, and I named him Victor! Vicchan… Vicchan, I’m sorry (starts crying)

• Yuuri sees the giant Makkachin plush at the museum and cries even harder.

Yuuri: Vicchan, you’ve gotten so big… Vicchan… Vicchaaaan!!
Victor: Yuuri, that’s just a Makkachin statue…
Yuuri: I know that!
Victor: Yuuri, everyone is looking…
Yuuri: LET THEM LOOK!

• Yuuri calms down a little once they get to the Kiss & Cry, and mutters, “kiss, cry… cry, cry… kiss… kiiiiiisssss…”
(Someone please stop allowing Yuuri to drink so much in public)

• Victor talks about how sitting in the Kiss & Cry feels so much different as a coach than as a skater. He also says that the moment he saw Yuuri’s quad flip in the Finals was when he felt inspired to skate again, against Yuuri as a competitor

• Yuuri asks Victor if it is okay for him to eat katsudon now, and Victor says that of course they can have katsudon

• Guide ends with Victor and Yuuri thanking the listener and everyone who has supported their skating, because they would not be where they were without the fans…

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The fields, right there, and it brings back all those summer memories, all those times spent driving, driving, and the canola flowers set heart-stoppingly bright against a sky the colour of a propane flame.

- excerpt from “Running on Air”

I started to read this story right before I wanted to go to bed, and finished it, breathless, in the early morning hours. Some stories are just that well written.

anonymous asked:

do u ever wish you could watch one of dan and phil’s old skype calls from before they met? like i just want to know what they talked about and what they did for 5 hours

thanks to phil lester the living legend who took screenshots of their old skype calls all the time cuz they were young n gross n cute n in love n he wanted to cherish those moments forever.. we know some of their skype shenanigans included but were not limited to:

deep convos with dans childhood doggo

more deep convos with dans bear probably when dan had to get up to go do something

guitar hero for hours probably (im sure dan used to play cheesy songs that still bring back memories to this day)

dan doing some weird shit and acting out skits most likely bc he was and still is a dramatic theater kid and phil was always super entertained by them

danisabear

proof that dan has been the sun since 2009

and screenshots like this… among other.. similar screenshots….. just a few out of the many, many screenshots that will forever remain private… :)

all cringe culture does for me is bring back those memories of being the only (visible) neurodivergent kid in class, for not being seen as “normal” by others, for being the weird kid no one wants to hang out or even being seen with, and yes, mocking my harmless interests were a big part of that so lmao pls stop you’re not cool, you’re not “better”, you’re just a dickhead who likes to make other people feel bad

#scorbus #soulmates #angst

Prompts: @lostandmessedup
Author: @queenofthyme

“Our sons are dating.”

Hearing Draco’s whispered voice in his ear brings Harry back to an earlier time. It’s both vivid and distant all at once. Harry allows the memory to fade as quickly as it comes to him - clinging onto to such things never helped in the past.

“You sound surprised,” Harry replies, not bothering to whisper back. Albus and Scorpius are too far away to hear them, already making their way onto the Hogwarts Express, holding hands as they had been all Summer.

“You don’t think they’re soulmates, do you?”

Harry’s jaw tightens at the word. Draco makes it sound like a bad thing. A terrible burden. “So what if they are?”

“I suppose it doesn’t matter to someone who doesn’t believe.”

A short humourless laugh escapes from Harry’s mouth. Draco was always good at picking fights where there was none. “I believe.”

“Ah,” Draco draws out the word. “I just wasn’t good enough, was I?” He asks, his cold humour cutting as always. “Thought you could pick again?”

Harry resists the urge to roll his eyes. He is determined to be a mature adult even if Draco isn’t. “Malfoy, don’t be dramatic.”

“I see, was I too dramatic? Did you prefer someone who wouldn’t steal your spotlight? Who would stand behind you like an obedient little house-elf?”

“Clearly not, otherwise I wouldn’t have married Ginny,” Harry bites back. Ginny. Holyhead Harpies Team Captain. World Renowned Quidditch Player. Earns more than Harry’s fortune in a single year. More raw magical power in her pinky finger than most wizards have in their entire body. Obedient house-elf? Not so much. If she were here, she would have decked Draco for suggesting it.

“Why did you marry her?” Draco’s voice has lost some of its edge now, the hurt clear behind his words.

“Why didn’t I just wait around for you, you mean?” Harry counters, bitterness leaking into his tone. He’s mad and he wants Draco to know it. It’s not fair for Draco to play the scorned lover. Not when the part is rightfully Harry’s. “Why didn’t I follow you halfway across the world, or wherever the hell you went, like an obedient little house-elf, you mean?”

“All you had to do was - “

“You left.” Harry interrupts. “You. So don’t you dare turn this around on me.”

Harry knows his face must be red with his anger. He can’t remember the last time he’d been so worked up like this. Not since Draco left. Draco Malfoy always had a way of drawing the uglier emotions out of him.

When too much silence has passed, Harry finally looks over to Draco and stares into the eyes of his soulmate.

“I had to,” Draco whispers. It’s not much of an excuse and Harry doesn’t know why he expected anything more.

He turns back to the train, watching the last trickles of students hurry in. “Well, I had to move on.”

Harry hears Draco clear his throat beside him. “I saw your divorce in The Daily Prophet. Did the Weas - did she find her soulmate?”

“She doesn’t have one,” Harry says stiffly. He’d sometimes been jealous of that. Not having a soulmate might have been easier. Anything would have been easier than having Draco Malfoy as his. “We both wanted children.” He adds by way of explanation. That had been the whole basis of their marriage. Harry had lied to Draco of course. He’d never really moved on.

“Do you think…” Draco trails off.

Harry looks up. “What?”

Draco shakes his head, eyes straight ahead. “Never mind.”

What, Malfoy?”

“You used to call me Draco.”

Harry shrugs as casually as he can manage. “That was years ago,” he says. What he doesn’t want to say is how much it hurts to say that name. How it brings back memories of everything he had and lost. How it means so much more to him than just a name.

“Do you think that maybe we just had the timing wrong?” Draco finally continues his earlier thought, still not looking at Harry. “That we weren’t supposed to be together until…until now.”

Harry feels his breath leave him. “Now?” He chokes out.

Draco nods, his gaze fixed on the train. “If soulmates are real, so is destiny, or fate, or whatever you want to call it. I know I was meant to have Scorpius. He’s changed me, Harry, he really has. I’m a different person.” He turns to Harry as the train horn sounds. “I think now I could be who you wanted me to be. Who I want to be.”

Harry stares back at Draco while the sound of the train’s departure roars in their ears. As the train exits the station, the sound fades to a whisper and then to a silence between them. Finally, after years, there’s nothing in their way.

“You’ve kept me waiting long enough, Draco.”

more like this l @queenofthyme

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight

It took twenty minutes to lull Rosie back into a sound sleep.  She was drowsy from the medicine, which helped, but she was clearly still feeling the effects of the fever, and the first couple of times John tried to lay her back down she woke back up with a miserable cry.  Honestly, John thought as he held her close and walked her around the room, she might as well be Sherlock’s daughter if her appalling timing was anything to go by.

He was torn between feeling grateful and regretful at her interruption.  He had still been able to feel Sherlock’s warmth clinging to him as he’d climbed the stairs to get her, but it had dissipated more and more every second like steam rising from the surface of a pond on a cold day, lovely and impossible to hold on to.  But maybe it was better this way; maybe they needed a few moments to cool off, to map out this new territory before they lost themselves in it.

He sighed and pressed his lips to Rosie’s head, hushing her with soothing words.  She turned her head into his shoulder, sniffling, and let her eyes close, one fist clutching at the worn collar of his t-shirt.  Music drifted up through the floorboards, the delicate notes of Sherlock’s violin wending their way through the flat.  

John smiled; he recognized the tune.  He didn’t know the name of it, but it was what Sherlock always played when Rosie couldn’t sleep.  He’d been meaning to ask if it was one of Sherlock’s own compositions because it resembled a lullaby, but it wasn’t one John had ever heard before.  The thought alone made John ache to return downstairs and finish what they’d started.

Rosie’s breathing slowly evened out, deep and steady, as Sherlock’s music drifted around them, and John gently lowered her back down into her crib; she sighed and curled up around her blanket but didn’t wake.  John held onto the edge of the crib and watched her a moment longer, strangely nervous all of a sudden.  Which was ridiculous, he thought, since he knew that the only thing awaiting him downstairs was what he’d always wanted.

But perhaps that was just it.  He and Sherlock had never been able to get to this place before; there had always been something standing between them, death and marriage and chaos keeping them apart.  And now that he was here, now that this new life was his to take…he was afraid he wouldn’t know how to keep it.

He shut his eyes, breathing in and out, attempting to calm the rapid beating of his heart.  When he was sure he wasn’t going to lose it, he pushed away from Rosie’s crib and took the stairs with slow, even steps.

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It Wasn’t Real (part eleven)

Summary: You’re part of the infamous Loser’s Club, and often asked, what are you afraid of? You reply, nothing, but what your friends don’t know is that your biggest fear is them.

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven finale

A/N: ALSO, WARNING: This is kinda seeming like a Stan x Reader with how much i mention Stan but don’t get it twisted: IT WILL BE A RICHIE X READER! It’s just Stan was so close to winning i wanna still make him a strong, prominent character!

I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Pairing: Richie x Reader, and Loser’s Club x Reader, also slight Stan x Reader

Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones, violence, pennywise, that sorta stuff.

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Originally posted by alicefilar

“Stan?!” 

“Oh my god… is he dead?” Eddie asked, turning to Richie and grabbing him by the shoulders in a haste; “is he dead?!”

“No- no, he can’t be.” You whispered, refusing to believe you’d all come here for nothing. It couldn’t be for nothing…

It’d been like your feet were glued to the ground, the seven of you stuck only a few feet away from Stan’s body. All of you too scared to see, to really find out if he was dead. Whether you were like Bill and Richie who’d never stopped speaking to him, or someone like you who hadn’t even uttered a word to him in four years until three days ago… Stan was your friend. Stan was family, just like you all were and the thought of him being dead…

But then, as if something had clicked, the lot of you ran to Stan, falling next to him in a haste. You ignored the way your knees scraped against the concrete beneath you or the stinging sensation in your arm as you landed on it wrong. 

You felt your heart beating frantically against your chest, huffs of panic coming from those around you. Ben placed his head against Stan’s chest and as he did so you let your frantic eyes view his state. His hair was slicked back from some sickly looking substance and you could see blood stains on his button-up shirt. Stan was already pretty pale, but he looked deathly pale now. “He isn’t breathing.” Ben whispered, turning to look at you all. “I-I can’t hear him breathe!”

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anonymous asked:

what sun and moon signs do you think are the most misunderstood? perhaps the most underrated?

Disclaimer: these don’t go after a particular order, also: this is solely my point of view

most misunderstood:

Virgo moon: I guess earth moons get aaaaall very misunderstood but Virgo moons really get mistaken for another dry moon sign that is attached to neurotic behaviour and while there is some kind of truth behind this (aka they ARE mostly dedicated to order to feel an order in themselves - they like their feelings sorted! ) they are reaaaal sweethearts!! They try to make your life easier (or at least that’s how they perceive it) by helping you, guiding you through the difficulties in your life. People see them as constantly nagging, but they just want to solve your problems together with you or to show you your faults, so you can avoid them in the future. They want to hold your hand when your going through a rough time - be sure that they whill check up on you, Virgo is ruled by mercury: their mind IS buisy!! They really think a lot about their loved ones and are extrem worriers but may try to remain strong by faking and swallowing all their feelings. And you can be sure that a Virgo moon probably never talks about their feelings or hides them under a mask.

Aquarius moon: You will be wondering constantly what they are thinking. Aquarius is ruled by Uranus, hence the feelings of this moon sign will take up quick and drastic changes from time to time. They can go from carelessness to intense anger real quick: especially when they are younger, controlling this placement is hard, also: understanding ones own emotions is hard. There is a chance with older individuals or as they grow up that as they do not get their emotions they will not try to interact with them furthermore/won’t try to go in depth with them, so they solely try to control them/keep them in place, while there is so much potential. They are caring and can be very loving, but they are overwhlemed by themselves (much like a Scorpio moon at times).

Capricorn moon: Some people think Cap moons are just disconnected by their feelings - which is not true, as I perceive it. Capricorn moon people are rather the ones to try to keep their distance to heavily negative emotions. Why? Seems very biased and like a clichee, but it is unproductive. They will be the ones trying to form something out of their emotions, as a sign naturally ruled by Saturn and earth, emotions also take their time to be processed: pain will stay longer, they know it, sadness must be dealt with - so they compensate it for something different. Sports, work, etc. But they also know they will learn something by the experience of emotions. They are not ‘unintelligent’ when it comes to feelings. Also: they are well aware of their repuation and they will not let anyone have another obscure image of them. They also don’t want to burden anyone with their inner being/feelings. They want to achieve their goals, they want to be independent, they are afraid to be dependent. Opening up seems problematic, when they are used to try to come off as stoic when it’s all about proceeding feelings. You need to give them time.

Scorpio moon: Okay, long story short: they don’t understand themselves at times. They think they have a grip at their emotional and inner being and in the next second? It’s gone. Emotions are destructive and intense and that takes a big effect on their perception. I have written a lot about them already, but they know how darkness feels like, so they usually mean well with others. They want to make you happy, they want to laugh the brightest, they want to let light shine in their own never ending ‘darkness’. A solid foundation of emotions is hard to achieve and all they seek is love and balance most of the time (sorry, got to #expose you my fellow scorpio moons). They need to learn to love darkness and light. They think they need to proceed all their negative worlds alone, because they feel like the damage others with their feelings as well, while all they need to know is daring to open up and give trust in order to have someone who can support them. They want to share their thoughts and pereceptions but are really afraid of their own mind.

Gemini moon: Thes epeople probably need to take a break from their selves. Not meant as ‘they are too much for the world’ but they have a whirlwind going on inside them and need to get things out of their mind. They are not ‘gossipy’ or just complaining constantly, Gemini is an air sign: communication is key. Thinking, processing, getting in touch with others, hearing their point of view. They need to get emotional pressure off their chest in order to make the other step and go on. They don’t tell you everything often though, because they easily lose grip on all the things they wanted to tell you once, all these words they had in mind. A Gemini moons mind is wonderful: they tell stories you might have never heard about, but they can not give them therapy themselves all the time: they are tired.

most underrated moon signs:

(all moon signs are great imo, but these are just a few that I thought needed some  extra credit)

Cancer moon: Caring, caring, caring!! They are creative and have a big imagination, they create create wonderful, wonderful art. Also: they are supportive af, the ones that will ask you how you feel because they  s e n s e  that there is something wrong with you (and don’t dare lying to them, they will probably sense that too). They will make you feel at home in their own, gentle and unique ways, eventually though they will treat you like home. They are emotional wise. Cancer moon is a strong moon sign as well, Cancer is ruled by the moon and cardinal, I think sometimes people tend to forget that and rather see them as weak. Also: probably the one who will ask you if you’re hungry or want something to drink because they are a mom, no matter if you have a guy like The Rock in front of you, they are a mom.

Sagittarius moon: Their way to look at the world is incredible. I love, love, love talking to Sagittarius moons because you just feel how they flod through thousand of worlds and galaxies in their dreams. They have a big thirst for new experiences and normally love to hear other opinions - talking to them is really carefree and amusing. They always find a way to bring you back to your feet and are really funny! They are very supportive of the dreams of others and will come back to their loved ones. They want to create new memories with you and I think that’s a really nice thing.

Leo moon: Leo moons are just so very warmhearted and always try to bring light in everyone’s life. They are pure life and want to feel the world with their loved ones - they will make you laugh when you feel sad, they will try to cheer you up when having a bad day, they are loyal and lift some wheight off your shoulders. Since they are Leo moons they are really dramatic as well, but: that doesn’t need to be necessarily bad. They bring some spice in ones life - for better or worse.

Taurus moon: In my opinion Taurus moons are the warm pat on ones shoulder and the ‘I am proud of you’, you always missed out. They do not trust easily but when they take you with them in their comfort zone it’s like second home. This sounds like a cancer moon trait but it’s something Taurus moon people tend to do as well. They know what’s good in life. They have an eye for good things and the aesthetic. These people are very caring and give stability in ones life, no matter in which kind of way it might show. They can not always encourage you with the best words maybe, but they give one of the best hugs. Also: so  r o m a n t i c  oh my!

Missed Kisses (Peter Parker)

Originally posted by peterparkerimagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: None

Summary: Peter and Y/N have been friends since they were children and as kids, used to kiss one another on the cheek all the time until one day, Peter stopped. Y/N doesn’t realize it until one day looking through old photos with Aunt May.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This is just a fluffy little fic I thought up. I hope you like it!

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“Aw, look at this one!” May sighed happily, showing you the photo of you and Peter at the age of three, with your little matching outfits.

“May, I don’t know why you want to get rid of this stuff, it brings back such good memories.” You said, looking through more photos.

“We don’t have enough room for it all and some of this stuff are just things I kept because I was too lazy to get rid of it.”

You picked up a photo of you and Peter and smiled. You both looked about five in the photo, Peter was on the ground, holding his knee and crying as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I can’t believe you have a picture of this.” You thought aloud, holding the photo tightly.

May looked over your shoulder and smiled.

“I had to.” She explained, “You and Peter were just so cute when you were younger, kissing one another until you felt better. Like parents with their children.”

You gazed at her with a smile before looking at the next photo, this time it was you, at age eight, your bike on the ground and you on the ground. You noticed the large scrapes on your leg and Peter, his arms around you as he pressed a kiss to your head.

You could remember that day clearly, how Peter and his uncle had tried to teach you how to ride a bike and the way you toppled over and skid across the pavement.

The next photo you passed was that of you and Peter, both around thirteen, grinning as he had his arm draped over your shoulders because Aunt May had told him to, and in both your hands were blue ribbons.

You remembered that day clearly, how you and Peter slaved over your science fair project to win hands down. You remembered how when you kissed Peter’s cheek, just as you always did, he froze up and didn’t give you one in return.

That was the last time you had ever kissed Peter.

You hadn’t fully realized the lack of affection like that between you and Peter until now, at sixteen, looking through old photos with his aunt.

It was in the midst of your thinking that May announced that she would be going to the store as Peter walked into the room, taking a seat next to you on the couch as he picked up a few photos.

Your gaze fell from the photos in your hands to Peter’s face as you studied every bit of it, your lip between your teeth as you wondered if it would be too weird to ask for a kiss.

“Peter?” You said his name softly, your courage thin.

He looked up at you, his chocolate brown eyes gazing into yours as you feared that he knew what you were going to ask him.

“What’s up, bug?” His nickname for you rolled off his tongue, making you want to let your request go.

“Can I have a kiss?” The question fell from your mouth before you could second guess yourself.

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know.” You said with a shrug, feeling embarrassed for asking. “I just miss the times you used to do it. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

“No, no. It’s okay, bug. I’ll do it if you want me to.” Peter stammered, not sure if he wanted to do it, but he’d do anything for you, he knew that.

Peter pulled you close and pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling away, hiding his face so you couldn’t see the red on his face.

But, you didn’t notice because you too, were hiding your face from sight as you tried to shake off the shock of what you felt in Peter’s kiss.

Two weeks later, you sat on Peter’s bed, a bag of peas on your eye as Peter walked into the room and took a seat beside you.

You had gotten in a fight to stand up for Peter, a fight you had won, but that didn’t mean you were always going to walk out scratch free.

“You didn’t have to do that, bug.” Peter explained. “I can fight my own fights.”

“Peter, you can’t handle your powers very well yet and who knows what would’ve happened?” You explained with a wince. “You could’ve webbed someone or something. Plus, I just have a black eye, nothing time can’t heal.”

Peter smiled at you and brushed the hair from your face for you as you moved the bag on your eye.

“Still. Let me handle the fights.”

You bit your lip, feeling greedy as you opened your mouth. “Can I get a kiss?”

Peter moved close and pressed a kiss to your cheek, just under the bag as his eyes fluttered closed. He was starting to feel silly for giving you kisses and never asking for one in return when he wanted them too.

A few months passed after your scuffle, your eye had healed and Peter figured out how to control his powers.

But, that didn’t mean he didn’t come to you to get patched up or just to kiss you.

It didn’t occur to you that some of those kisses he’d give you in the dead of night after you patched him up were not requested by you until one night at three in the morning, you sat on your bed, Peter in between your legs as you patched up the cuts on his back.

Peter had never asked you for a kiss, not one on the cheek or on the lips, though he desperately wanted to. He was much shier than you were about being affectionate.

But, as you placed the last bandage on Peter’s shoulder, you heard his soft voice.

“Can I have a kiss, bug?”

You smiled a smile unseen by Peter and pressed a kiss to his shoulder right above where you had bandaged it before he rose from his spot on the bed and got his suit back on, his back to you.

He turned around and faced you, his suit now on and held his mask in his hands as he walked toward you and bent over, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he climbed out the window and disappeared into the night.

It was then that you realized that you hadn’t asked for that kiss.

A few weeks had passed and you forgot about the kisses you shared that night.

But, when Peter had come home, with bruises and cuts worse than you’d ever seen on him, after Civil War, the request for kisses seemed less silly than you would have originally thought.

Between bandages, the request would fall from Peter’s mouth and at times. Without your asking, Peter would take your hand in his or your face and press a kiss upon it like a silent thank you.

It wasn’t until the final bandages were applied that you sat beside Peter and gained some courage.

You placed a steady hand onto his face and leaned in close before you felt Peter’s breath hitch and his lips brushed yours. Your eyes fluttered closed along with his as your lips connected in a passionate kiss.

His hands found their way to your hips and pulled you onto his lap as you pressed a final kiss to his cheek. His smile after you looked into his eyes had melted you more than you ever thought it could as you whispered softly to him.

“Can I have a kiss?”

Song Analysis: What’s the Use of Feeling (Blue)?

I’ve been mulling this song over since I’d first heard it. For one, it confirms a lot of things about Homeworld and the Diamonds that I’ve been harping on for a while now. But this post isn’t a sermon about how to sympathise with the Diamonds better. I’m not too big a fan of that perspective. Rather, it’s the power that we receive when we empathise with them.

The thing about the Diamonds is that they’re all powerful, huge, and “human.” They err and have feelings, not necessarily in that order. So when they irrationally do something that hurts a lot of individuals and even entire planets, the answer isn’t to excuse them because “they’re sad.” The answer is to reach out to them in a way they understand so that they don’t do it again, and more appropriate to our context, make amends

Because the two very polar sides of “forgive” and “punish” aren’t constructive. To side with either doesn’t do justice to the people and gems who’ve already been lost or still are losing. It doesn’t make things better for anyone. 

This post will analyse the perspective Homeworld has of Earth and human beings. At the same time, the song reveals a lot about how gems view themselves and one another. I’ll round it up with how PD’s death impacted both Blue and Yellow Diamond and how their respective coping strategies led to the way things are now. And I’ll speculate on the immediate future of Earth in that regard.

So let’s get to it!

1. The song implies a falling-out among the Diamonds before PD’s shattering

Why would you want to be here? What do you ever see here
That doesn’t make you feel worse than you do? And tell me, what’s the use of feeling, Blue?

When the Steven Bomb opens in Steven’s Dream, we get a rare moment of hearing Blue’s thoughts. Bent over PD’s palanquin, she expresses deep regret. She says, “If only I had done more.” 

We know that Blue is sad over PD’s death. And we know from the first verse that visiting anything related to PD makes both surviving Diamonds uncomfortable. But we can find, within the lyrics, something specific about why instead of just sad, regret is interspersed in their mourning of PD.

In sharp contrast to Blue’s lament of wanting to do more, later on in the song, YD says, “Now there’s nothing we can do.” That implies at one point in time, the Diamonds were in a position to do something that could have prevented PD’s shattering. And they didn’t do it.

I want to bring back one of my older posts regarding the circumstances of PD’s shattering. In it, I mention that there’s been some sort of historical scrubbing of PD’s memory from Homeworld, such that only older gems are aware of her or feel any affinity for her. The Great Diamond Authority Logo, colour schemes, and even gem factions show no sign of PD’s ever existing, when this wasn’t the case for older structures on Earth. 

But in a slightly contradictory manner, we know the truth to be the opposite. The Diamonds didn’t take PD out of Homeworld’s memory because of the fight. Rather, they erased her because it hurt them personally to be reminded of her existence. 

When we look at the circumstances of their argument, there are a few theories I can posit. The main one being this: PD had an unconventional relationship with her Earth gems. I say this because now we have two Homeworld “subordinates” as examples in contrast.

I brought up before that Jasper felt a deep personal affinity for PD. And this may be even without having met her personally, even with the possibility of her being created after PD was shattered. On the other hand, Peridot and Holly Blue talk about their Diamonds with a sense of detachment. There is a great divide that Peridot puts between herself and YD. YD is perfect; she is not. YD is the most objective; that is what she aims to be. YD is a great decider; she was there to reaffirm the logic of the former’s decisions.

It’s much the same for Holly Blue. BD decides to maintain the zoo; she is grateful for the opportunity to serve. BD is arriving; she wants to assure a pleasant visit for her.

In both these cases the gems don’t feel like they’re coerced into serving their Diamonds. They openly acknowledge that because their Diamonds are superior in different (and at times all) aspects, they’re worth following. It’s very similar to idolising someone and hoping they’d mentor you, or even that you could contribute to their cause in some way. This cause being the betterment of Homeworld. 

2. PD’s close relationship with her gems

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Yamushipping suggestion from @neopuff

“first kiss? cassidy asking jessie out for the first time? first meeting? i like firsts”

So this is their first meeting aaaand Cassidy asking Jessie out for the first time. It takes time not to long after Jessie leaves the Chansey nursing school. She runs into Cassidy, or rather, Cassidy runs into her after she robs a Pokémon Center.  Why Jessie accepts a date from a criminal? Maybe because she just wants her charm back. Maybe because that “R” brings back some memories and reminds her of her mom. Ooooor maaaaybe, she just thinks pretty girl is pretty.

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The Year of Cardi B - She went from stripping to becoming the breakout star of 2017. So what’s she worried about?

Cardi B is butt-naked in the doorway of her hotel bathroom, yelling about her vagina. On a mid-October evening, she’s readying herself for a college show in Baltimore, and the toiletries provided by the hotel aren’t to her liking. “That soap gave me the yeast infection of 2017!” she hollers in her thick Bronx accent. “My pussy was burnin’ like a Mexican taco!”

It takes all of 10 seconds in Cardi B’s presence to be reminded of the sheer force and hilarity of her personality. Simply being Cardi B, at maximum volume, made her a star – first on Instagram, then on the VH1 reality show Love & Hip-Hop: New York – before she’d recorded any music at all, let alone knocked Taylor Swift from the top of the pop charts with the sly swagger of her single “Bodak Yellow.” She is the people’s diva – or “the strip-club Mariah Carey,” as she once rapped – unfiltered in a way the world often doesn’t allow female stars to be. In a culture reshaped by streaming and social media, where the kids, without much corporate nudging, get to decide who the stars are, Cardi B is what you get.

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My stupid kingdom hearts summaries
  • <p> <b>Kingdom Hearts 1:</b> the most simple of the bunch. Happy go lucky Disney to suffering. Sora kills himself, but his girlfriend, Kairi, brings him back. His boyfriend, Riku, is a jealous douche. <p/><b>Chain of Memories:</b> There's cards, confusion, a pink hair dude and antenna bitch making a precious bab do stuff because they want Sora's ass. Sora gets mad a lot. Sora goes to sleep for a whole year. Riku tries. There's two Riku's. Let it go. <p/><b>Kingdom hearts 2:</b> Who the fuck is Roxas? Wait, no Roxas. Sora just wants to go the fuck home. Mansex. Happy end, yay!<p/><b>358/2:</b> Really happy friendship turns into lots of feels and suffering and no one eats anything but ice cream. XION!! Got it memorized?<p/><b>Birth by Sleep:</b> Poor angsty boy, blueberry mom, and a cinnamonroll all end up in me sort of hell for ten years and non of them deserve it. There is also a really cool Jedi keyblade master and evil sora. Xehanort can just fuck a cactus and die.<p/><b>Coded:</b> Wut... what was the point-oh the letter... oh...<p/><b>Dream Drop Distance:</b> Sora is constantly stalked then kidnapped before being saved by his really gay boyfriend, Riku. Young Xehanort is best Xehanort.<p/><b>0.2:</b> PLEASE SAVE AQUA SOON!! AAAAA!! MY POOR MOM IS SUFFERING IN LITERAL HELL!!<p/><b>Khux:</b> The beginning of all the suffering and basically every kid dies... Ven wtf are you doing there? Wtf is in that box?<p/></p>
I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Twenty-Nine

Summary: You adjust to life at home with a baby, grateful for the support of your family around you.
Words: 3k
Jared x Reader x Gen, Danneel, JJ, Dallas (OC)
Warnings: none
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

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No Strings (VIII)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,609

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by ulikethischain

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unfinished business - part one

[[Unfinished Business – a series of fics (mostly Halloween based, but not always) that @whoacanada started and never managed to finish. Each part is a stand-alone, incomplete piece that will not be finished (unless by some miracle I figure out what the hell I’m doing). General warnings for the series: implied character deaths, mental illness, ghosts, monsters, possession, probably gore idk, etc.]]

Title: possession (is the motivation) 

Summary: After a tragic accident, Jack wakes up in the hospital with more than one voice in his head.


It’s like this every day.

Every waking moment he entertains a voice of reason — of madness — that is not his own and never will be. Only one body was fished out of Providence River that night. One body and two minds.

Doctors were quick to assume the worst, but that’s not what this is.

[A product of severe psychological trauma —]

He can still play. Ownership isn’t going to let a little thing like insanity keep Providence from another cup. There’s still an ‘A’ on Jack’s uniform. It’s still his team, and if he skates a little faster, spins a little more than usual, no one can argue with the results.

You look stunning in blue. I wish you’d wear it more often.

“Thank you,” Jack says, trying not to stare down his own reflection to search for lingering signs of Eric Richard Bittle. Instead, he finds only scars — remnants of the accident and horrors he’d just as soon forget.

Badges of honor, the voice placates. You’re beautiful. A testament to your strength, your ability to adapt. To survive.

“I survived you,” Jack mutters, prodding at a thin line of scar tissue that curves across his cheek. “Not that I ever wanted to.”

None of that, Sugar —

Jack can feel his control slipping away by inches as the aggressive press of his fingers lessens and a hand he no longer controls caresses his skin; a distinct contrast to the cold burn of something distinctly other taking command of his body.

This is how Jack knows he’s not insane, that he’s not merely the product of his unique life experiences and mental illness. He allows himself to be swept away, unable to find the motivation to fight; not this early, not over something as simple as clothing choice and how to style his hair.

Don’t part my hair. Jack thinks. We’re not going out today.

“Oh, I do believe we are. You haven’t been shopping in days. If you are unable to find the time to maintain your own well being, I will be quite happy to do so for the both of us.”

He’s already thumbing through Jack’s shirts for the royal blue button-up he’d been encouraging earlier.

We need eggs. Chicken. Milk. Some bread. Jack goes down the list in his mind and the Other laughs so sweetly in Jack’s stolen voice.

“I can make bread, Darlin’. No red meat for you today?”

Training, Jack offers. Paper towels, toilet paper, Jack continues. Spinach, onions, celery. Carrots maybe? I really should leave this to you.

The Other presses a kiss to his knuckles and shoots a smile back to the mirror. If Jack focuses hard enough, he thinks he can see Eric’s face looking back.

Sometimes I do miss being ‘them’ instead of ‘us’, Jack laments.

“At least we’re together,” Bitty soothes with Jack’s voice. “I’m right here with you, right where you need me.”

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Jack scans the menu and tries not to smile at Bitty’s excited rambling in the back of his mind.

“Crawfish étouffée! Honey, next time you have to try it. I mean, I know it can’t possibly hold a candle to what we had in New Orleans, but I want to know if the chef is —“

“Something funny?”

Jack brings his attention back to the table, where his father is watching him carefully.

“Just…a memory. That’s all.”

“Something is wrong with you,” Bob insists, dropping his credit card on top of a bill he hasn’t bothered to look at. “Is the medication working?”

“It slows me down,” Jack defends, even as Bitty bristles.

How can he play if he can’t think, Robert?

“Don’t,” Jack warns under his breath, barely able to catch Bitty’s words from escaping him, and his father watches him with terrifyingly knowing eyes.

“You think I don’t know what this is? What you’re hiding?” Bob accuses softly. “You would have said anything to get out of the hospital. The voices you were hearing, they didn’t go away, did they?”

Jack can feel his control slipping and Bitty snaps, “I’m not a voice.”

I get a lot of questions about my travel journals, so I thought I’d make a post about my tips, tricks, and essentials for on-the-go journaling! Keep Reading if you’re interested~

(Disclaimer: a give in, but I thought it’d be worth saying- this is all up to personal preference! This is all of the stuff that is necessary for me, personally, when I’m journaling on the go, but it’s all customizable to whatever intentions you have in mind and what supplies you have. Please don’t think you need to spend money in order to record some great memories!)

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Aries - I love the sun, but I’m more comfortable with the darkness because it reminds me of you.
Taurus - Darling, you taught me how to open doors and how to walk away without closing them.
Gemini - There are words, and there are feelings that wake me into the next morning, but it isn’t happiness without your eyes looking for the holes each kiss burned through my heart.
Cancer - I wish I didn’t carry so much of you in my hands because I can’t feel them whenever they aren’t on you.
Leo - Ghosts are just people who haven’t learned how to let go; and love, the sky is only as blue as the last time you loved in smiles.
Virgo - If loving you is like wanting to be dead but not die, then we’re not looking for a heart to make everything else fade – and yes, tomorrow the sun will still rise without them.
Libra - I can’t tell if it’s better or worse without you, but lately my sunrises are turning into sunsets faster.
Scorpio - No one else is you, and that’s the problem.
Sagittarius - Some days, there is no remedy, you just close your eyes and pray the moon doesn’t color another memory over your pillow.
Capricorn - Turning love into a poem will not bring them back.
Aquarius - I know you’re still looking for an I love you in the mouths of strangers, but hating your body into loving itself doesn’t work.
Pisces - You’re allowed to leave, even if you only do because you want to.