a clear mind

Take yourself and completely rise to the next level. Be kinder. Take on new challenges. Read new books. Gain more knowledge. Make a positive difference in someone’s life. It’s astounding, really, how many opportunities are open for improvement in one’s lifetime. Choose which ones you want to act on, and completely welcome them with open arms.
A missing scene #2

They are back on the ship, all of them. Rip’s secured in the cell that was holding Mick life time ago and Haircut’s sitting with Nate and Amaya, enjoying another movie night, pretending his chest doesn’t hurt with every breath he takes. He’s an idiot, not going to Gideon to heal that.

Jax’s either threatening Rip or helping Stein lick his wounds about the mind control device – Mick’s still smirking when he thinks about that. Not telling them he knows about the device from his Chronos days was a good idea in the end. Pretty enjoyable, watching Stein’s face when the man found out that Mick’s mind can do it and his own doesn’t.  

Mick shakes his head, clearing his mind. But that’s not the point. The point is that everyone on the ship is pretty busy, which makes it the perfect opportunity. He throws another glance Haircut’s way, deciding that he can give him few minutes until the movie finishes before dragging him off to Gideon to deal with the wounds before turning and walking to Sara’s quarters.

He doesn’t ask for her to open the door. He doesn’t ask if he can come in either, he just steps in, glaring.

“Mick.” Sara says, putting the pad she was looking at down and turns to face him. “What bring you here?”

Mick’s eyes narrow.

“Look. I don’t care if you want to fuck the Queen of the Wonderland. I don’t care if you want to fuck Rip.” He growls, walking closer, until he’s just a step away from the Blondie. “I don’t care if you want to fuck Amaya. Go do it. Take Nate into a threesome and fuck off to the sunset, whatever. But if you ever again endanger Pretty Boy’s life because you want to get into someone’s pants, we’re not going to share words that are as nice as these.” He drawls, a smile – or rather a grimace on his face. He’s serious though, and going by the way Sara’s shoulder tense she knows it.

He doesn’t know if it’s because she realized he figured out her secret. He doesn’t know if it’s because she doesn’t agree with him. Mick doesn’t care.

“And if you ever try to stop me from going after him, I’m going to roast your pretty little ass until there’s nothing left. A wash out assassin or not.”

Sara’s face’s neutral, her eyes hiding anything she might think. Mick doesn’t expect an answer anyway. This is why he came here, not answers.

“If you care about him so much, you should tell him.” Sara’s voice stops Mick in his tracks. There is an underlying feeling of threat in her words. Mick looks over his shoulder at Sara and snorts.

“Same goes for you and Amaya.”

Sara watches him for a moment before nodding. Her eyes slip back down the pad and she takes a deep breath.

“Being in love is not easy, is it, Mick?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Mick drawls, leaving. He has an idiot to drag to the med bay after all.

((I am working on the wonderful prompts and I’m enjoying them so much, but I just couldn’t get rid of this scene in my head right now after the last episode. ))

Senandika (2)

This must not be an easy four weeks for you.

Ah, February always had special story for you since forever, you know that. You’ve been through another February of your life and you’re just a week closer to the end of it. Now you can inhale slower and exhale faster, because you need more fresh air to clear your mind.

Things happened.

You lose your grandma, three days after you visit her, hug her and kiss her cold left cheek, and you just can’t be in her funeral since you have your ER shift. Your dad called you that evening when you had just watched Dikta’s newest tv series happily, and you couldn’t believe what you just heard. You see death almost everyday just before your eyes and your grandma just one of million deaths around, but it was still not easy for you. You were a doctor for everyone but your very own dearest. And to make it worse, you can’t be around for the last time before soil and stones embrace her deep down there.

Last time you have this kind of circumstances was when one of your best uncles died, two years ago. You drown yourself in somebody’s hug for hours, sobbing. Somebody who came in the late night by himself to comfort. Ah, he was not here anymore, anyway. This time you only got yourself to hug and to comfort.

Oh, you got him too, the stranger you unconciously contacted when you were not sober enough to control yourself. You just texted him like a noisy teenager. Attention bitching or something. You know you need to talk to stay sane.

He may read this. Say once more that you were sorry. You can’t help yourself. You should not have done that. Do not pull anyone to go inside your dark and messed up universe arbitrarily.

You ended your full of regret night by calling one of your personal crisis team member, and distracting yourself by helping your new friend doing her task, and be her second speaker in her problem discussion with someone else you barely even know.

That’s exactly what you always did whenever you know you need help. You go for other problem, other circumstances, cross your very own world to any land around you just to make sure you have another things to be handled. You distracted yourself by making yourself happy, and you know it from books, quotes, movies and songs, that one obvious way to stay happy is to make others happy. That classic theory, you know.

But thanks for realizing that you neither need to please anyone, nor you need to make yourself matter for everyone. That you are not an angel or a savior, you just an alien who passes by and gets bored, so maybe a little good deed sounds better than nothing.

You read a lot too, recently. Not to mention how much you spent on new books, because you couldn’t help yourself taking out your card whenever you see a good one. Your mom protested you, since the glass bookcase in the living room was almost full and she had enough to buy you any new one. You listened to her, said yes, and the next day you hide your two new books inside your secret place so she won’t know. At least not until she had time to have a clean-all-the-things day.

Ah, secret places. Do people really have a secret? Does secret stay secret when you yourself know it? Is secret about how much people who know?

You have some secrets, too, like zillion of normal human in the whole planet, or some others extraterrestrial creature out there.
I’d like to give you some standing ovation, since you are brave enough to tell one of those to people who accidentally crossed over. You were cool.

You dont need to reveal all of your secrets, because that’s not how secrets are for. It’s for being hidden. But you know what? You do not need to lie to yourself, just to keep the secrets stay secret.

Remember what Watson said to Sherlock in the second episode of that damned-shit-wth-wtf-fourth season;

“It is what it is”.

Admit it. Say it exactly how you feel and think. Mentioned it to yourself. Do not deny it. You know you can trust yourself more than any alive livingthings.

Admit it that you’re tired. Or you’re so enthusiast. That you really want to go to Java jazz festival, or at least to Books and Beyond to buy Etgar Keret short story collections. That you feel so loved. Or so drained by people from your past. That you’re so ready for what’s coming next. Or so scared that you’ll see a long haired and bloody ghost right after you open your eyes when you finished washing your hair in your very small bedroom. That you’re sick of people talked about others behind their back. Or you’re in the mood of reading menye-menye romance novels. That you’re still there, wishing for a miracle to come and put you back where you were. Or you’ve finally known you have to stop.

Admit that it broke your heart when your little sister was in sorrow of being failed achieving one of her dreams, and you still can’t be there, close to her, to at least put her in your arms like she was a fragile tiny young baby. That you listened to even strangers but you could not be right beside your dearest sibling to say you know how it feels to be her.

Well, it’s okay. Things sometimes went out of plan. That’s why you need to stay alarmed, to catch any possibility to get through to what you have planned.

Look at that, you granted your wish of having enamel pin of any characters in ghibli things, especially Spirited Away or Ponyo or Totoro. You’ve got your Kaonashi and Soot Spirit enamel pin with your not-so-salary who had just been paid after two months of waiting. Remember, you were so happy just when it arrived and you wore it.

Ah! You got a book from one of your favorite internet persona too, for free! Surprise! Yay!

You know what? Thank you, again, for surviving this cycle. It must not be an easy one, but it was exactly not the hard one. Not even close. You just need a little break from thinking a lot. Or feeling a lot. Doing nothing or being nothing for once in a while is okay.

Come back to your exercise routine, your belly looks like a split avocado seed already. Do not have too many sleepless night, they usually think you were a senior high teenager due to your baby face, do not make them think you were an old exhausted single mom who had many debts due to your dark eye circle.

And now, you have a bucket of soaked laundry inside your bathroom, they are so ready to be finished before you have your tight sleep tonight. Please stop scrolling down and start to do your work.

May sanity stay around.

Yours truly,
A sober version of you.

ps:
just do it. Why the f are you still thinking?

5

The moment Isak signed up…. as Even’s boyfriend.

her hair fell in wispy tendrils across her face, dripping like honey from the messy bun atop her head. her eyes were a faint mossy green, but sparkled like peridot gemstones when she laughed. she was flawless, and yet it was her flaws that made her so. the freckles and birthmarks sprinkled across her skin paired with her gangly limbs that swam through the air as she spoke only added to her incredible beauty. i never believed in love at first sight until i saw her. alas, first sight was also last, and i will never see her again
—  falling in love with strangers

getting warmer

Don’t take life too seriously. Be carefree. Laugh at your mistakes and shrug them off. Life is meant to be lived freely, so live it with happiness.

You see that poster beside Yuuri’s bed? Imagine Yuuri talking to that every night before he goes to sleep.

Yuuri: Viktor, why are you so handsome?
Yuuri:
Viktor, why are you so perfect?
Yuuri:
I really wish you were here, Viktor.
Yuuri:
I love you.
Yuuri:
I know that it’s still early there, but… Good night, Viktor.

Fall in love with yourself more and more with each passing day. Have so much respect for yourself that you automatically reject anyone that doesn’t.

y’know what i really live for? yoongi breaking people’s expectations

like i somewhat have this coffee shop au in my head, no specific pairing really, but like yoongi frequents this coffee shop all the time

he always has his laptop  open and he sits in what the employees all dub, “his” corner, with his laptop and his notebook out and huge ass headphones on and he’s there every morning on weekdays for a few hours before he leaves

and poor guy has the most intimidating resting face and he always looks so tired and dead that everyone just automatically dubs him as the typical morning grump that always orders black coffee, no milk or sugar, and hates people

the employees and the regulars all know of yoongi and everyone gives him a wide berth usually

but then one early morning, these 2 boys come in

they’re younger guys, relatively same height, one with a wide boxy smile and the other with cute bunny teeth

they both order drinks and they look around and they spot yoongi. they get huge smiles on their faces and they start. heading. to the corner™.

and the whole coffee shop just inhales as one and holds their breath because omfg there’s gonna be a murder

the guys sneak up on yoongi and then the boxy smile guy just thumps his hands on yoongi’s shoulder and yoongi jumps so hard and he turns around and

he smiles

the cutest, most endearing gummy smile with crescent eyes and squishy cheeks and everyone is flabbergasted and a little bit in love

and after that day, he sometimes comes in with a few other boys, always the same 6 though, and he smiles and laughs and jokes around all the time

and it’s beautiful :’)