Introducing Star Wars (and soon Reylo) to my friend...
Yes, we’re having a Star Wars marathon right now because
she has NEVER seen a Star Wars movie in her entire 22-year old life!!!! (Still love her though, lol). We’ve now seen episode 1 & 2 and on Friday we’re seeing ep. 3, 4 & 5, so I’m very excited for her, and I look forward seeing her reaction once we reach The Force Awakens…;))
It’s quite intense in the Premier League, so I like to relax as much as I can. A lot of the boys at Tottenham are on Call of Duty at the minute – it gets very competitive. There are about 15 of us who play online: Jan Vertonghen, Toby [Alderweireld], Walks [Kyle Walker]… Nabil [Bentaleb] has just started playing, too, but he’s not that great. I’d say Eric Dier is the worst, though.“
The defender-come-midfielder raised in Portugal is, by Alli’s own admission, the butt of a lot of the Buckinghamshire boy’s jokes. Alli tells FFT that Dier is the club’s worst gamer, but also the worst dressed (“None of his clothes fit him“) and the worst dancer (“It’s horrendous; I’m trying to teach him”), and he recently began attempts – tongue planted firmly in cheek – to arrange a bout between 22-year-old Dier and Olympic boxing champion Anthony Joshua. Yet he also says his colleague in the Spurs midfield is his best friend at the club. “He’s a good guy and a great player,” Alli says enthusiastically. “We have been close ever since I joined. I think he’s going to be a friend for life.
i’m 22 years old and i still dont like sleeping in other peoples homes, i just love sleeping at home too much. waking up in my own bed, make my breakfast the way i know it, the way i like it. but on the other hand being away makes me enjoy my home so much more
7 years ago today Hiccup was a 15-year-old troubled teen struggling to fit in, never believing he’d ever be a great chief like his father, or have the village’s respect, or that Astrid Hofferson would ever give him the time of day, or that he’d ever be able to look a dragon dead in the eye without cowering…
I just really love how pure Amedot is. A lot of the content, fan art or fanfiction, can be a mix of sweet and fluffy or silly and cheerful. I always enjoy seeing fan art of them chilling, pulling pranks (bonus: no sort of abuse in fan work where a character downright hurts another physically and hahaha it’s funny. thank friggin’ god). And in the show, the characters themselves have been there for each other as supports during times where they felt low. Their support alone never fixed their problems, understandably, but nonetheless helped them get on the right tracks. They blend so well together and have such natural conversations. Just… GEEZ, I REALLY LOVE THESE TWO!
Protests continue in the Paris suburbs over the assault of a young black man allegedly sodomized with a police baton.
The police accused “several hundred” individuals of various “acts of violence and damage.”
rioting capped a week of nightly clashes in the northern Paris suburb
over the treatment of Theo, a 22-year-old youth worker, who claims a
police officer sodomized him with his baton after a stop-and-search
check in a housing estate.
officer has been charged with rape over the affair, and three others
with assault. All four have been suspended from their duties.
case has revived long-simmering frustrations over policing in immigrant
communities, where young men accuse the police of repeatedly targeting
them in aggressive stop-and-search operations and using excessive force
police for their part complain of being drawn into a cat-and-mouse game
with delinquents and drug dealers operating out of housing estates.
(Photos: Christian Hartmann/Reuters, Philippe Lopez/AFP/Getty Images , Geoffroy Van Der Hasselt/AFP/Getty Images)
prompt: the reader wants nothing more than to find the strength to tell liam she loves him. but with hayden in the way and the supernatural drama that’s been keeping him away from her, she can’t help but wonder if she should just let him go.
(a/n): this is the 2nd (and last) part of closer. if you’d like to read the first part, click here. btw this is kind of long soooo i’m sorry but also not sorry, u feel?
It was Monday morning, and the air outside was cool from the previous nights’ rain. The sun that was usually so prominent in Beacon Hills, California was hidden behind a cover of dark clouds, and the wind had picked up since you’d left home.
The shrill sound of the warning bell echoed throughout the halls. You closed your locker with a huff and slipped your textbook into your bag. Your science final was in less than five minutes, and as you trudged to class you hoped that your night of studying would pay off.
You hadn’t spoken to Liam since the incident in the library, and he hadn’t been to class in a week. You didn’t want to admit it–but you missed him. And as you plopped down onto your chair, you couldn’t help but wonder if you were the reason he’d been skipping class.
The previous week felt longer than usual with him not there, and your weekend proved equally boring without his company. You tried to think of the bright side; with him gone, you didn’t have to feel so uptight or awkward. You could go on with your life, and finally forget about the supernatural drama you always found yourself being dragged into. And most importantly, you didn’t have to see him with her.
You glanced at the empty seat beside you. The black table top was covered with his pencil drawings; stick figures and random doodles that he’d penciled in when he deemed the class not worth paying any attention to. His grade had dropped–something that didn’t come as a surprise when he’d told you–and he’d needed help bringing it up. You were so eager to tutor him; you hadn’t hung out one-on-one in weeks. Sure, it wasn’t exactly “hanging out”. But, you weren’t complaining.
Hayden had showed up then, and suddenly it was like you were all but a distant memory to him. He skipped out on your tutoring sessions so many times you didn’t even know why you bothered showing up. But, when he finally did, you realized why–you loved him. And you didn’t want to let him down. So, why did you push him away like that? Why, for the first time in months since you’d known and befriended him, did you suddenly put your foot down?
The classroom door opened just as the final bell rang, and Liam rushed in, hair tousled and textbook in hand. He ignored the teacher’s dissaproving gaze and dropped into the seat beside you. You were grateful for the distraction when the test had been handed to you, and hurriedly scribbled your name at the top. The faster you were done meant the earlier you could scoot out, and you didn’t want to waste any time.
You froze at the sound of his voice. You glanced up from your test and eyed your teacher, watching as he fiddled with something on his computer, and turned toward Liam. His hair stuck out in several directions, and the bags under his eyes were dark and unmistakable. He’d had a rough morning; and as much as you wanted to ignore him, to be angry at him and tell him he’d hurt you, you couldn’t find it in your heart to do so.
“What’s up?” you whispered.
He nodded at your pencil pouch, and you had to fight the smile that was tugging at your lips. Of course he needed a pencil. You unzipped it and held out a pen, your fingertips brushing his when he took it from your hand. You felt a familiar heat rise to your cheeks, and turned back to your test. You couldn’t seem to think straight as you bubbled in answers, and once you’d finished and turned it in, you didn’t even want to think about what the results would be.
You shrugged on your jacket and grabbed your bag from the floor, all the while avoiding Liam’s curious eyes. You hurried out of the room, relief washing over you when he was finally out of sight, and plunked down onto a bench near the courtyard doors. You pulled your legs to your chest and rested your cheek atop your knees. Your head had begun to throb, and you wanted nothing more than to go home and crawl back into bed.
“[Y/N]? Are you okay?”
You looked up through the curtain of hair that had fallen past your shoulders and watched as Liam knelt down in front of your hunched form. He took your hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze, his brows furrowed and his eyes filled with some emotion you couldn’t quite place your finger on. “What’s wrong?” he whispered.
You pulled your hand away and threw your hands around him, the familiar scent of his cologne filling your nostrils when you rested your cheek on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Liam”, you murmured. “I’m so sorry.”
He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to his chest. “Why are you sorry?” he whispered. “You didn’t do anything; this is my fault. I shouldn’t have put you off to the side.” He pulled away to cup your cheeks and lifted your head. “I shouldn’t have pushed you away. I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault–” you began, but before you could finish, his lips were on yours. The kiss had caught you off guard, and once he’d pulled his swollen lips away from yours, you had to catch your breath. “Wow.”
He rested his forehead against yours and chuckled, his arms still wrapped tightly you. You relished in the feeling of being in his arms; they were strong, inviting. You didn’t want to ever have to leave them. “I love you, Liam”, you blurted out. You hadn’t been able to stop yourself, but you were caught up in the moment and couldn’t bring yourself to care. He smiled and leaned in, his breath tickling your cheeks.
“I love you, too”, he murmured, and swept your lips into a sweet kiss once more.
“I remember the first time I saw my planet from space,” Kiyoshi said, his voice soft and dreamy in the darkness of the room. “I felt so small looking out at it all. And it made me feel like I could do anything. Anything I wanted to achieve.”
Lots of experimentation going on here c’: I’m glad I was finally able to finish this for you @hostilovi
Once again, for the countless time, thank you so much for writing and sharing such a beautiful piece of fiction. I will never forget the emotional rollercoaster you put me through.
There were a lot of scenes I wanted to illustrate oTL But this particular scene stuck with me, as it was one of the first instances we get the smallest glimpse of Kiyoshi’s past and humanity. I hope you like it ;v;!