always in motion

anonymous asked:

🔥 Soulmate AUs.

I don’t get the ‘first thing the soulmate says is written on your body’ trope at all. I mean, I comprehend it, and I’ve liked fics that used it (recced them, even!), but I don’t get why it is a trope in the first place. I’m immediately distracted by trying to figure causality in the universe and … like, are we going for THAT level of predestination, really? Can’t we just have matching abstract marks or flat-out telepathy or something?

(It’s particularly jarring in SW. Always in motion is the future!!)

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TID Appreciation Week: Day Two (Favorite Ship) ⇢ Herongraystairs

❝ How they loved each other, these three, how they had suffered for each another, and yet how much joy they clearly took from simply being in the same room. ❞

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paperficwriter  asked:

If you're still doing the fandom draw thing...Overwatch!

I am! So I… have never played Overwatch and know virtually nothing about the lore or their personalities. This was mostly based on how I tend to play games like this.

I also like the designs of Tracer, Junkrat, Zarya, and Lúcio!

The Signs as Magi

Aries: Explosive, always in motion. Magic rooted in their physical forms, powerful sweeping gestures blood pumping movements, and raw pulsing fury. Will more than likely just try and beat you up. Barely restrained and always looking to fight as it is, duel them at your own peril. Incredibly gifted when dealing with elementals.

Taurus: Potent hex-weavers and blessing-givers. Enchantments and curses, long-lasting and incredibly difficult to remove. Often very petty, was it chance your alarm didn’t go off and your pen exploded today? Who knows. Always bring one if you’re raiding a tomb. Responsible for every single noteworthy hereditary curse, hex, and jinx in magical history. 

Gemini: A chaotic mess, but an effective one. Notebooks full of ‘add a bit of powdered monkwood’ and haphazardly drawn sigils. Some of their most effective work is completely accidental and unrepeatable, often followed by an ‘I meant to do that.’ Very very prone to their own creations violently blowing up in their faces, they’ve gotten very good at dealing with explosions.

Cancer: Often underestimates their own successes, a jack-of-all-trades of spellcasting. Unsure exactly which phase of the moon to perform that exorcism? Ask a Cancer. Almost organic libraries full of every topic imaginable. Very creative, and frankly amazing problem solvers. For your own sake never EVER corner them.

Leo: Very flashy, and pretty. If you’re looking for masters of illusion and spectacle, look no further. Simply the BEST when it comes to the decor of their havens. Second only to Scorpios in their mastery of deception. Underestimate their deadliness at your peril though, their silver tongues are often forked. ALWAYS bring a blessed mirror when dealing with one.

Virgo: Very, and I mean VERY thorough. Usually has a spectacularly well tended garden of every kind of herb, weed, flower, and elemental flora imaginable. Very potent even if not immediately apparent. Incredibly practised and incredibly precise. Defensively impregnable. And for the love of all the gods and devils in all of the worlds do NOT fight them on their ground.

Libra: Diplomatic to a fault and brilliantly talented truthseers, wordsmiths, and hieromancers. Can and will talk their way out of almost any fight. Experts of defensive magic. A dazzling array of binding spells, seals, and law-sorcery. Give up after the first 3 layers of bureaumancy.

Scorpio: Unrivaled secret keepers and masters of malevolent subtlety. Layers upon webs upon stratagems of contracts, debts, and influences. Masters of puppetry and poison. Never ask a favour from them, just don’t. An incredible ally or fatal enemy. Best faced head on, and vulnerable to unexpectedness. Few things surprise them though.

Sagittarius: At the forefront of experimentation and research. Mind mages, intellectuals, and philosomancers. Absolute experts in finding loopholes and capable of extreme acts of brutality in the name of progress. Knowledgeable about their chosen fields, and often apprehensive about sharing their considerable expertise.

Capricorn: Very good combat mages and healers, very straightforward and efficient sorcery, not one for unnecessary flair or flamboyance. simplicity does not equate a lack of power, however. VERY aware of their own relative strength and chooses battles accordingly. Incredible calculating precision.

Aquarius: Some of the best necromancers, there are none better in manipulation of the flesh. Prone to hordes of minions, but dont worry, they grew the flesh, no animals were harmed in the construction of this shambling horror/sacrifice. Voted #1 most likely to lose soul in demonic contract in high school. Often misunderstood. Often benevolent. 

Pisces: The vaguest, and most terrifying mages. No one quite understands what they do or how they work. Masters of the most esoteric subjects, Time, Death, the Soul. Demonic, angelic, and fae ambassadors. Often very distant, rarely concern themselves with the concerns of this world. They never quite make eye contact with you. Prone to disappearing for long periods of time. Do not anger them.

Law of Inertia- Motivation Spell

Y’all know I am am a huge science nerd- this is the product of that. 

This spell is designed for those days when you have a lot to do- and cannot bring yourself to do any of it. This has been happening to me a lot recently (hello depression) and I absolutely hate feeling lethargic- especially when it has an impact on my practice and my school work. 

So this is my solution. Super simple and effective-pure intent. 

(Reminder that I am not a doctor or a mental health professional and that witchcraft is never a substitute for professional medical care.)

You will need: 

  • A detailed list of things to do. A great tip for spoonie witches: break things down into the smallest tasks if you need to.  Seems silly-really helps. 
  • One caffeinated beverage of your choice. If it’s late at night, try something with natural sugars (like fruit). 
  • Things to make sigils (optional)
  • One charged crystal of choice (optional) 

Step 1:

Have you: eaten, drank water, slept, taken all of your medication, and showered in the last 24-36 hours? If the answer is no, do that first, unless you are using this spell to motivate yourself for self-care. In either case, spells are much more effective when your body and mind are well-maintained. 

Step 2: 

Make/acquire caffeinated beverage of choice. 

Step 3: 

Plant your feet firmly beneath you, hip-width apart. Roll your shoulders down and back. Take a deep breath and exhale, focusing on how the air moves through you. The air is always in motion, never completely still. Even once it’s inside our lungs, it continues to flow in and out of our cells as it travels through our system. (trust the anatomy nerd)

Step 4: 

Take a long drink of your beverage. As you swallow, focus on the energy inside the cup and how it is becoming a part of you. Think of Newton’s First Law of Motion: An object in motion will stay in motion. The energy in your drink will stay in motion inside your cells. 

Step 5: 

Finish your drink, and get moving. Repeat if necessary. 

You also have the option of keeping a charged crystal in your pocket or wearing it as pendant. (Clear quartz works great for general energy). You can also draw energy producing sigils on your list of things to do, your mug, or your skin. The main goal is to get moving, because it’s easier to continue than it is to start. 

And that’s it! I hope this helps anyone who needs it. If you’ve got any ideas for additions or substitutions, feel free to submit them. My inbox is always open for questions/concerns/proclamations of love. 

Many blessings! - Kate

An Unforgettable Ride - Josh Dun Smut

A/N: inspired by the lovely josh dun is my first smut piece! i got a request for a disneyland smut for josh since he was recently there and i had to post it asap. i have also only been to the california disneyland so if it’s not accurate that’s why. and im also listening to a classic disney songs playlist. enjoy. this took forever.

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Type: Fluff, Full Smut

Warnings: DisneyWorld sex, public thrills, cursing, sex sex sex, unprotected (reader on birth control), dirty talk, blood, all the good shit (i think thats it?)


Touring with the band twenty one pilots was always interesting. But lately, you had felt like you were going stir crazy. No doubt, something interesting was always going on, but you wanted to go explore the world you were touring. The boys had a show in Tampa in a few days, so they spent those days rehearsing while you spent the day roaming the arena, laying in Josh’s bunk, or laying in the dressing room. The boys were about to wrap up for the night, so you decided to make your way to the bus early. 

As you settled in the bunk, you pulled out your laptop and scrolled through movies. You decided on The Little Mermaid and you sat back, not bothering to plug in your headphones, leaving the sound playing loudly, making you immersed in it.

However, just as Kiss The Girl was playing, you hear Tyler and Josh bounding onto the bus, laughing about something you didn’t know of. 

“Where’s my girl?” Josh called out.

You stuck your hand out of the bunk signaling your location. You heard the footsteps padding in your direction and you jumped slightly as a damp Josh whipped open the curtain. He was wearing a baggy shirt and shorts and his hair was damp from the shower he just took. Water droplets rested on his toned shoulders and you stared for a moment, but turned back to the movie. He leans down to watch the end of the song and cheekily turns to you, kissing you softly. You pull away laughing.

“Stop being so cheesy, you make me sick,” Tyler comments, laying in his own bunk.

You turn back to the movie and Josh squeezes into the confined space to cuddle up to you and watch with you. Throughout the movie, you share small talk and enjoy each others company. When the movie is over, the idea suddenly pops in your head.

“Let’s go to Disneyworld!” you nearly shout. Josh looks at you with excited eyes. Since they have the day off tomorrow, it would be perfect. Josh nudges Tyler in his bunk, who is facetiming Jenna.

“Hey dude you wanna go with us to Disney tomorrow?” He asks. Tyler pulls out his earphones and turns to Josh.

“No, I think I’m just going to chill here. You and Y/N should go though, it will be the ultimate goals!” Tyler emphasizes the last bit with a girly voice, making you both laugh. You silently thank the gods that Tyler is going.

Touring was amazing, truly in every way. But you and Josh had barely had any alone time in weeks and you were suffering. The last time you got two minutes alone in the dressing room, Tyler walked in on you, pants off, Josh’s bright yellow hair between your thighs. You hadn’t done as much as feel each other up since. Maybe you would get some more alone time in a Disney bathroom, you hoped. Twisted, so twisted, but the thought made your thighs clamp together.

“So it’s set, tomorrow, you, me, and Walk Disney!” Josh climbed into the bunk again, nearly pouncing on you with excitement.

“I can’t wait!” you responded with as much enthusiasm.

“Let’s watch Hercules now!” he said with the enthusiasm of a child, settling comfortably next to you. You clicked on the movie, settling into Josh with his arm wrapped around you.


Sometime during Hercules, you had fallen asleep soundly. Early the next morning, you had woken up by Josh shaking your arm and repeating the phrase ‘disneyworld’ over and over until you got up.

You slipped on some comfortable clothes and brushed your hair, applying a comfortable amount of makeup on the couch with a mirror on the table beside the couch. Josh walked into the room you were applying makeup to grab a shirt, shirtless and wearing black jeans and you couldn’t help but stare. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth and stared at his back flexing as he bent over.

“Like what you see?” he asked, smirking and sauntering over to you. You nodded, still biting your lip, as he got close to your face. You turned to him so that you were sitting, facing front on the couch as he put his arms down, boxing you in with his arms against the couch.

“Do something about it, then,” he said.

You lunged at him, standing up and attaching your lips to his. You jumped, and he caught you, holding your backside with his big hands. He laid you down on the couch, settling on top of you, keeping your lips attached.

As always, Tyler opened the slide door and started to talk but stopped when he saw what was going down.

“Josh the uber is here- oh my god not again,” he said covering his eyes. You two didn’t even jump back, just detached your lips and Josh sighed, hanging his head.

“Alright Ty, we’ll be right out,” he said.

He picked his head up and muttered, “to be continued,” as he pecked your nose and climbed off of you. He slipped on a white tank top and you fixed your lipstick and adjusted your hair, picking up your bag and heading out the door with Josh following. You both waved goodbye to Tyler and nearly leaped off the bus, happy to be having some alone time.

The entire ride to the theme park, Josh was about to explode with excitement, as were you. As the uber dropped you off, you and Josh climbed out of the car and nearly ran to the ticket booth, paying and getting tickets to go inside.

Once you got your bag checked and your ticket scanned, you walked into the entrance, smiling and looking around, taking in the full ambience of everything.

Josh slipped his hands in yours and spun you around, laughing. You walked into the park, hand in hand, excited as the kids around you.

You decided to ride the ‘big rides’ first so that you can make your way back to the kiddie park and ride rides there on your way out.

After riding Space Mountain, Splash Mountain, and many others, you made your way to the final ride of the ‘big’ rides: Tower of Terror. This was your absolute favorite ride and you nearly combusted when you saw it. You ran to get in line, ignoring the stares you were getting. The people just in front of you glanced at you and snapped their head forward. When it was almost time to get on the elevator seat carriage. You looked and saw the person was acting strange, but saw the back of their shirt. On the back of the black shirt donned a twenty one pilots logo. You smiled at Josh and pointed. Josh smiled, wanting to poke fun.

“Hey,” he said, tapping the person, “What are those marks on your shirt?” he asked, smirking. The person and their friends smiled and hugged Josh, snapping pictures with him.

You had sat right in front of the fans during the ride and as the ride took you up and dropped, Josh held your hand tightly in the air as you screamed with joy.

As you exited the ride, you and Josh waved bye to the fans, before heading to the castle where all the princesses were. You snapped a picture of Josh meeting Elsa and Anna per fan’s request, and put it on Twitter and Snapchat, laughing at the explosive responses.

It had come time to start finishing up, and the last ride you decided on was the Little Mermaid ride. Since the ride was dark, kind of lengthy, and you were mostly away from other people for the majority of the time, you made an action plan in your head and smirked.

Sat in the seashell seats, once you and Josh entered the darkness, you leaned over and placed your mouth on his roughly. Josh got the message quickly and grabbed your face, kissing you so hard you may bruise. He moved and kissed the side of your neck, making you moan softly. You shifted so that he was underneath you and you were straddling him in the confined space. He came to your lips and whispered, “You gotta be quiet, babygirl. Wouldn’t want everyone else on this ride knowing you’re my little whore.”

The moment he said that, the ride came to a halt. You and Josh pulled away and looked around, you kneeling and straddling his lap, your heat on his crotch that you could feel hardening. The music still contunued playing, the visuals still moving, but the seashell cart you were in was completely stopped. It was strange mainly because the ride was a nonstop ride and was supposed to always be in motion. Part of Your World suddenly faded out and the announcer came on the loud speaker. 

“Dear DisneyWorld attendees, we are expiriencing some technical difficulties. Please stay remained in your seat and remain calm until the ride continues or instructed otherwise,” he said, then the music continued playing.

This was all Josh needed to reattach his lips to yours as his hand travelled to your breast. He felt it and cupped it, squeezing it softly. He kept your lips attached to his, and his hand travelled further down your body until it was resting where you needed him the most. He rubbed your heat through your jeans and kissed the spot on your neck that drove you crazy.

“Josh.. please,” you moaned in a whisper.

“Please what, baby? Use your words,” he smirked.

“Touch me,” you moaned again. 

Josh moaned, kissing your lips again, as his hand skillfully unbuttoned your jeans with one hand. He slipped his single hand into your pants and delved into your folds.

“You’re such a dirty whore, look at you. All drenched for me on a fucking children’s ride,” he whispered as you moaned at his words.

He quickly reached up with his other hand and covered your mouth.

“You filthy little girl, you gotta keep it down baby,” he smirked.

His fingers rubbed your clit in vigorous circles as you nearly bit his hand in pleasure. He sucked at your neck and bit softly, leaving a mark as you yelped. He continued to rub while your hands grabbed the back of his white tank in fistfulls. Suddenly, his slender fingers slipped inside of you, making you arch your body towards his. 

The ride finally started moving again and Josh only worked his fingers faster inside you. You felt the heat growing in the pit of your stomach. 

“J- Josh, I’m close baby,” You said, screwing your eyes shut, ready for the pent up feelings to be released.

“Too bad,” he said, pulling his fingers out of you and sucking them clean.

“What the fuck?” You angrily asked, settling down in your seat again.

“We’re almost at the end of the ride, baby,” he smiled, kissing your cheek.

“This isn’t over,” you glared at him with dark eyes.

“I sure hope not,” he grins, sitting back in his seat. 

The ride opens up again and you are faced with the setting sun and loads of people waiting. You two nearly jump out of the ride and he takes your hand in his, still damp from the events earlier. You exit the ride and the worker smiles at you, but your focus is set to one place: the parking lot. People are staring at you two, probably because of the light bruises on your neck and the obvious bulge in Josh’s jeans. You whip out your phone, ready to schedule an uber, but you’re cut short.

“Josh Dun!” a boy exclaims. Josh smiles, pulling his shirt down to cover the obvious tightness in his lower region. You pull back a bit and see the small crowd of fans forming. Josh pulls in the guy for a hug, poses for a picture, and you see some girls in the tiny group giggling and staring at you. They approach you and shyly ask for a picture, which you put up a fake smile, getting in the selfie. Just before the picture snaps, you see the large hickey on your neck, which is proudly out for the picture. Your heart drops, but before you could say a thing, Josh is the one pulling you away. As more people start to recognize him, Josh starts looking around. Once he spots it, he drags you towards the secluded area.

“Josh what are we doing?” you ask, frustrated and tired of him pulling your arm.

“I can’t fucking wait until the tour bus. We’re taking care of this right the hell now,” he mutters, voice taken down a few octaves.

He sees the ajar closet beside a restaurant and rushes in with you in tow. He slams the door, locks it, and slams you up against it, connecting his mouth to yours with a sloppy kiss. 

“You dirty girl,” he moans, gripping the bottom of your shirt and roughly pulling it off of you, sending your sequined Mickey ears flying. You do the same, throwing his white tank top to the side, his own Mickey ears going with it. You run your fingers through his bright yellow hair, down his arms, all over his chest. He body was a masterpiece and you wanted to touch every inch of him. The thing that set your nerves ablaze the most, however, was the fact that he felt the same way about you. He slips off your bra and runs his hands over your breasts, feeling your nipples. He massages them for a while and you moan, “Josh, please, stop teasing.”

He shoves your pants down your legs and his breath hitches.

“I didn’t even realize you weren’t wearing any panties, holy shit,” he says, voice breathy. 

You step out of your pants, kneeling down where your face was at his crotch. You palm him through his jeans and he lets out a loud groan.

“Please baby,” he whines.

You undo his belt buckle and pull his jeans down, his briefs coming after. He steps out of them and you grab for his large erection, expecting to put your mouth to it. However, he grabs your hair and you stand back up. 

“No, not today. I need to be inside you,” he says, lust dripping from his words like acid. You smirk, pecking his earlobe.

“Then use me. Fuck me until I scream your name and can’t walk.”

Something snaps inside of Josh. He throws you against a table in the small closet and bends you over it, your back touching the cold wood. He throws your legs around his waist and bends over you, squeezing your breasts. He puts the tip to your entrance and you arch your back. 

“Fuck Josh,” you groan. He finally slips into you, filling you up. You let out a loud moan as Josh starts his fast pace, thrusting in and out of you at a high speed. All the pent up frustration and sexual tension was finally coming out and all you could do was moan repetitions of his name. Since it had been so long, you felt the familiar tension in your stomach growing already. Josh kept his pace and you clawed at his back, drawing blood. He nipped at your neck and you yelped again.

“Fuck Josh, I’m gonna come,” you nearly scream, his thrusts only getting faster.

“Come baby, come all over me,” he says back, and that’s it for you.

The best orgasm of your life washes over you and the only coherent thought that can cross your mind is Josh. You moan his name again and again. You feel everything but feel completely numb and you are sure you come close to blacking out because of the intensity of it. Your body shakes as you ride the aftershocks, clenching yourself to get Josh to his high. 

“Fuck babygirl, that’s so hot,” he moans as he twitches inside of you. You feel him spill deep inside of you with a shaky final moan. 

Josh slips out of you and you look down and realize.

“Holy shit, did I really squirt?” you ask, shocked. 

“I’ve never made you do that before, holy shit, that was so hot,“ he says, finally pushing off you, looking for something to clean up with. You lean up off the table, feet touching the warm ground where Josh’s feet were and try to stand up, but hold the table for dear life, a pain surging through your lower region.

“Well you stayed true to your word,” you giggle, and Josh comes over to help you get dressed.

“Sorry, babe,” he winks, slipping your shirt onto you.

“Don’t apologize, I loved it,” you smile, kissing him again, stepping in your pants. You slip on your shoes and Josh puts on his own clothes. You call for an Uber and he smooths his hair down as well as yours, and puts both of your Mickey ears back on.

“Now how are we going to get out of here,” Josh’s laughs. 

“You go first and I will go next,” You say and Josh kisses your lips then slips out of the door. You adjust your hair so the multiple marks on your neck are hidden and slip out the door, limping slightly. Once you are both successfully out, Josh lets you jump on his back. Once you jump (more like hobble) onto his back, he winces. You slap his head playfully.

“Hey, are you saying I’m fat?” You scoff jokingly. You see the glint in his eyes as he shakes his head no and you pull the back of his collar and study his back. You gasp slightly and smile, seeing the marks you left going all the way down his back. You smile smugly and mutter a ‘sorry’ to his ear.

As you exit the park and head to the Uber, you and Josh receive the same text from Tyler, and a picture of you and Josh with the fans earlier is attached. You see Josh’s obvious bulge in the picture and your hickey, purple and proud, in the picture. You read the text and Josh lets out a hearty laugh.

 so you can manage to get down in disneyland and not get caught but the second the idea crosses your mind on the bus, i always interrupt? unfair.

You reply something sassy to his text and climb into the Uber behind Josh. Josh leans over to your ear and whispers, “You don’t even know how long I have been waiting to do that, we should do it more in public if it’s going to get you that hot and bothered.”

You nod at him, interlocking your fingers with his and looking out the window, watching the park get smaller as the trees passed by.


Requests are open

What comes before (and shall forevermore)

Tiny bitty pre-wedding snippet. School is done for the year and I’m giddy. Expect lots of fic soon! Happy Once Day! xxo

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He hates this. Loathes it. Who bloody came up with this sodded tradition anyway? He tries to concentrate on the waves beneath him, tries to let them lull him to sleep as they used to so effortlessly. It doesn’t work. He looks over from his spot in the Captain’s bunk to where David is deep in slumber, arm slung over the small, rickety cot Granny had lent them. He tries to quiet his thoughts, or dull the ache in his empty arms, but he can’t. Bloody hell. 

****

She despises this. Detests it. She rolls this way and that in the upstairs bed at the loft, but no matter how hard she tries, she can’t fall asleep. Who the fuck made up this stupid rule? Half the reason she’s marrying this guy is because she has no idea how to sleep without him holding her. And now she’s gunna look like a legitimate zombie on her wedding day (holy fuck, wedding, woah) all because of some dumb, age-old ritual. God. 

****

He knows she can’t sleep either. To be honest, that’s why he’s even this keyed up in the first place. Ever since he got back from his tumble in Neverland, he hasn’t been able to walk 3 feet from her without her turning slightly pale and getting up to take his hand. She sleeps with her head in the crook of his collarbone and with one of her legs cinched between his two. Otherwise, she doesn’t sleep at all. He knows this. And it’s eating at him.

****

She knows he’s worrying about her. She’s okay, sort of, cause she’s got her mom and Elsa downstairs and she knows her dad is with him on the ship, but still. She’s upset, and also upset because she knows he’s upset. (And knows he’s upset cause he knows she’s upset.) It’s all just so upsetting. And these blankets are too hot. And the pillow is too fluffy. And screw this. She’s getting out of bed. 

****

He simply can’t stay in this bed. If, eons ago, someone had told him that one day he’d be aching to be anywhere but his ship at nighttime, he’d’ve called them mad. But now, he throws back the covers and tiptoes to the ladder, careful to avoid the creaky spots so as not to wake up Dave. Maybe some fresh air will help.

****

She thinks about walking straight to the docks, but she doesn’t want to get a rise out of her father. And maybe she’s wrong, and he is sleeping soundly. It is his ship, after all.  So instead, she settles for the next best place, where at least there’s his things and sheets that smell like he’s there. She walks through the empty streets of their quaint little town, the only sound that of the rustling wind. She thinks of how everyone is snug in their beds, and how they all have outfits picked out for tomorrow, probably laid out and everything. Cause they’re gunna watch her get married. She shakes her head at it all, but can’t help the smile that creeps. Damn that smile. It’s been creeping up on her a lot lately. 

****

He thinks about going to the loft, and sneaking up the stairs like he used to before they had a house together. But he stops himself, because what if he’s wrong? Whether she admits it or not, she’s been dreaming about her wedding since she was a lass, he knows it. And maybe she’s into this whole don’t-see-the-groom travesty. She agreed to it, after all. So instead, he settles for the next best thing, where at the very least he can gaze upon the photos they’ve hung on the walls and maybe take a half-assed nap against her pillow.

****

When she gets there, the front door is locked. At first she kicks herself for being an idiot and forgetting her keys, but then she remembers that she’s got an ample supply of light magic. With a flick of her wrist, the door is unlocked, and as soon as she steps inside she feels herself start to calm down. She’s tired, honestly. She flicks her wrist again to lock the door, before heading straight for the stairs. On her way up, she takes her time, letting her eyes play over the picture frames that hang on the wall, reaching out to caress ones that house his beautiful, smiling face. By the time she reaches the top of the stairs, she realizes there’s no way in hell she’s going to be able to sleep. (She’s way too excited to marry this man.)

****

When he gets there, he skips up the front porch steps and reaches in his pocket for his keys. The night is quiet, the air is cool, and even though he hasn’t even made it into the house yet, he already feels better. He unlocks the door swiftly and steps inside, inhaling the comforting scent of home. He takes off his shoes and puts them in their proper place, before making his way up the stairs to his room. (Their room. Theirs. The room he’ll soon share with the one he’ll call wife.) 

****

It takes her a few beats to notice. She’s laying on her back, on his side of the bed, hair sprawled out against his pillow as she stares at the ceiling. She fidgets and wiggles, trying and failing to get comfy enough to sleep. He watches her from the doorway, his heart doing all sorts of things in his chest. Gods above, he thinks to himself. This woman. I love her more than anything that shall ever exist. He exhales with the weight of it all, and she hears the quiet huff. She snaps her head toward the noise and sits up, letting out a jittery exhale of her own as she lifts her arms in beckoning. 

****

He crosses the room wordlessly, climbing onto the bed and wrapping her up in his embrace in one graceful, fluid motion. She wiggles over to give him more room as he maneuvers her leg between his own, smoothing his hand through her hair as he guides her head to where it belongs, against his chest. She wraps her arms around him, reaching up with one to brush at his scratchy-soft stubble that she loves so much. They’re quiet for a minute as they settle into one another, inching closer and closer until there’s no space left between them. His stumped arm is held strong against her back, kneading at the flesh there. 

“You couldn’t sleep,” he says softly, his lips at her forehead. 

She rubs at the stubble, her fingers always in motion there. “And you couldn’t sleep, because you knew that I couldn’t,” she states. 

“Aye, love. Whomever came up with the strange notion that-” 

“I know. They can rot in hell. I missed you so much,” she says it and she means it and he knows it and it melts him. He rubs his nose against hers. 

“I just love you, darling,” he whispers, cradling her face, “I love you so much and I couldn’t-”

“I know,” she whispers back, closing the short distance between their lips to kiss him softly. “Till death do us part, right?” she jokes. 

He chuckles, shaking his head before dipping to kiss her again. “Oh my love,” he breathes at her playfully, “Not even then, and you know it.” 

Astra inclinant, sed non obligant

A short sci-fi story written for @caffeinewitchcraft’s Caffeine Challenge #12. My brain took the prompts and veered off a bit, but this was fun to write! The title means “The stars incline us, but do not bind us.”




I was born on the Saratoga, a class 2 transport running supplies between the consolidated colonies of the outer ring planets. It’s down in the records as the middle day of seven in a Night cycle as we drifted between suns, all lights on emergency use only until we could make it in range of the next system to recharge the auxiliary batteries. Mom always said that Night stretched so long because I was hoarding all the light for myself, so I could burst to life as five pounds six ounces of screaming starfire. She said she knew I’d be fine out here in the black, that she knew I could make my life here and be happy without a sun and a planet because even from that very first moment she could see the light in my eyes; a true spacer, whose inner fire keeps them warm even in the darkest times.

I never had the heart to tell her she was wrong.


My defection started like this: I was seven sol-years old and setting foot on a planet for the first time. Gravity dragged at me. My feet and hands felt heavy, my head hurt. The floor seemed to roll out in front of me, curving and bucking when I tried to walk. I fell more than a few times, and my mother tried to get me to go back to the shuttle, but I refused. Everyone else in my class had been planetside, even Monica and Neil, both two years younger than me, and I was determined to have my turn.

One of the station attendants gave me a pair of crutches and I gritted my teeth and kept going, one shaky step at a time, until I was through the doors and really, really in-atmosphere for the first time in my life.

The heat of the sun felt like a caress over my hair. The breeze tugging at my shipsuit was a revelation. There were sounds I’d never heard before, smells I’d never dreamt of, more colors than I’d ever thought possible. Actual living animals flew above me. Vibrant green plants pushed between cracks in the stone path, utterly unplanned-for.

It was too much. I cried. I screamed. I curled in a ball on the ground—real, solid ground!–and bawled my tiny heart out while the sun beat on my neck, and I refused to move no matter how my shipmates coaxed and pulled and scolded. Mom always said after it was some kind of sign, that it was proof I knew I belonged in space, even that young. The rest of the adults laughed about it for years. They’d muss my hair affectionately whenever it came up at a party, or a holiday, or a community hearing, or a graduation ceremony, and say things like That’s our Astra, and A born shiprat, you are.

I wasn’t allowed off-ship again for a decade.

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Atomic Annie — The M65 Atomic Cannon,

Designed in 1949 by the American Engineer Robert Schwarz, the M65 “Atomic Annie” was inspired by German railway guns used during World War II.  The M65 however, was designed to deliver a nuclear payload to its target.  The gun and carriage itself weighed around 85 tons, was manned by a crew of 5-7, and was transported by two specially designed towing tractors.  At 280mm in caliber and capable of firing a projectile over 20 miles, the gun was certainly powerful enough as a conventional weapon, but the Atomic Annie was certainly no conventional weapon.  In 1953 it was tested for the first time at the Nevada Test Site, where it fired a 15 kiloton nuclear warhead, creating a blast similar in size to the bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.  

After the successful test, 20 M65 cannons were produced for the US Army and deployed in Europe and Korea.  They were almost always in constant motion so the Soviets never knew where they were and could not target them.  While an interesting weapon, the Atomic Annie suffered from limited range, especially after the development of ballistic missiles which could strike a target from thousands of miles away.  The last M65 Atomic Cannon was retired in 1963.  Today only 8 survive, and are displayed in museums across the country.

My contribution to Gemanimate 2.

(http://gemanimate.tumblr.com/)

Did it rather late towards its due date. Wasn’t trying to slack, just took awhile to get the posing right. While the animation is simple, it went through quite a bit of drafts. Wanted to get the right middle ground of Sapphire being always in motion, but also being very subtle.

Mostly done on 2s, a few on 1s. Happiest with the lip sync, least happy with the line quality.

MAYBE ITS MY FAULT- CALFREEZY IMAGINE

So I got carried away and this is really long… But I also love it so I hope you do.
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Maybe I was the cause of all the problems in my relationship with Cal. Maybe it was actually me and not him. I mean we both had fucked up schedules and many times we went weeks without actually seeing each other.

He goes to bed around three in the morning and I wake up at about four in the morning to train. I don’t get home till about five and by then Cal is already filming or doing other things.

I’m a gymnast and he’s youtuber and quite honestly I thought his schedule was messing us up, but now I’m sure it’s mine.

I do an hour of yoga and stretching before eating breakfast and doing a few miles of running. Then I drive to the gym where I live from six to three. Then I finally head home to my flat and I’m exhausted, but it doesn’t end there because after dinner I go back to the gym to teach a class for the little ones.

Unfortunately, for my relationship, I do this Monday through Friday and weekends are the same minus teaching classes.

Maybe I was the reason my relationship was failing. It was most likely me and the olympics.

“Why are you falling off the beam on a simple turn?!” My trainer screams from the other side of the gym and I look up at him.

“Because my relationship is failing!” I scream back.

“Well get back on the beam and focus. Even the three year olds can turn on beam without falling and you have a gold medal on it.”

He has a point. You’d think after being an overall bronze medalist at worlds two years in a row and having a gold medal on beam at the olympics, I’d be able to do better.

“Can you get through today’s practice or do I need to send you home to work out your boyfriend troubles?” He asks and I shake my head.

“No because he doesn’t even realize that we’re falling apart.” I explain before stepping back onto the beam.

“Nope get on down. You’re not gonna get injured right now because you’re unfocused.” He reaches up and grabs my waist before pulling me down.

“Go home, talk to him and come back here tomorrow ready to stick the routine we’ve given you because in two months you’re competing in the qualifier and I need your head on straight and the routine clean.”

“Okay.” I nod in agreement before walking over to my bag and pulling on my team Great Britain sweatshirt that match my blue shorts that sit on top of my leotard. Once I’m outside I pull out my phone and stare at it for a few moments.

“Hey Cal, can I come over?”

“Yeah of course. I just have some of the guys over filming. I thought you had training.”

“Let me out early, but I’ll be over in a few. Love you.”

“Love you too. I’ll unlock the door.” He hangs up and by the time I get to the flat all I hear is pure chaos.

“It’s the Olympic gymnast who got stuck dating Callum!” I hear Harry shout before pulling me in for a hug.

“Aren’t you usually doing flips at this time of day?” He asks and I nod.

“Coach sent me home.” I explain as he steps away and let’s Cal come over to greet me.

“You hurt?” He questions before kissing me on my head.

“No just off my game I guess. I mean I fell off the beam doing a simple pirouette and I’m the gold medalist on beam. I do pirouettes in my sleep.” I ramble slightly and he notices something is wrong.

“Well go change and join us.” He pats me on the shoulder and I nod before placing my bag down and walking to his room. I pull off my leotard and other clothes before grabbing one of his weezy tops and pulling my shorts back on. I go to leave his room before looking in the mirror and realize I actually look like shit.

“I’m not gonna be caught on camera with this.” I mumble as I pull my hair out of the messy bun. I quickly put some concealer on my neck because a bruise the beam gave me looks like a hickey and then I’m ‘ready’ to be seen by others.

“Guys look it’s the girl with the Olympic gold medal.” Someone throws a vlogging camera in my face.

“Stop it. It was one gold medal.”

“Yeah but you’re family has a room in their house dedicated to medals and awards that you received growing up.” Cal points out

“Well it’s my only Olympic gold medal.”

“My bad I forgot about the bronze on uneven bars.”

“I could be better. Have you met the American team their incredible.” I look down at my callused hands and think about the eighteen years of my life that have been dedicated to the sport. My twenty first birthday was spent at the gym training for nationals. I mean I pushed so much of my life off just to compete. Yet I still feel unaccomplished. Like I could do more and to others it sounds stupid but for me it’s just the life of a gymnast.

“Anyway I’m gonna go lie down. I didn’t realize how out of it I am till now.” I stand up off the couch and Callum looks worried.

“Guys set up the video I’ll be back.” He follows me into his room and I take a seat on the bed.

“What’s going on? You haven’t missed a day of training since you had the flu three months ago.” He asks and I shrug while rubbing on my right ring finger that has the Olympic Rings tattooed onto it.

“I’m ruining our relationship. I mean we barely ever see each other and when we do, the guys are around, or we’re both out of it and tired. I mean we haven’t spent time watching Netflix and relaxing together in months. I mean we maybe get to call each other every week or so.” I shrug before looking up and facing the reality.

“I mean you started dating me right after the Olympics and I’m not the same person I was back then. I had about three or four months of normalcy where I just hung out and relaxed and only went to the gym twice a week. Now it’s a year later and I’m training hard for nationals and to make the national team for worlds. This is the real me and the real me is fucking up everything. I mean did you not notice my lack of presence at the party last week or that I wasn’t there for the Sidemen football match? I mean I missed a lot and I feel like you don’t care. Like it doesn’t matter.”

“You think I don’t care or notice that you aren’t there? Cause I do and yeah it hurts but I don’t say anything because you’re pursing a dream and I’m not gonna stop you from doing that. You’re incredible and I’m not gonna stop you from reaching you’re highest potential. I don’t wanna make you feel bad so I don’t say anything. And yeah maybe you and I don’t talk much and this is the first time I’ve seen you in person in a month, but I still love you. I mean what do you want me to say? That I mad? Cause I am, but I’m not gonna do that to you. I mean it sucks when all the others guys have their girlfriends around and we all go out to eat and mine isn’t there because she’s training. Yeah it sucks but I don’t say anything because I’m not gonna stop you from doing you’re best. Im not gonna make you feel like shit for doing you. So don’t come in here and act like I don’t try because it’s you that doesn’t have time for me.” He shouts back and I realize that I was… no I am… the problem.

“So what does this mean?” I ask and he places his hands over his face before looking up at the ceiling and back down to me.

“I think it means we’re done.” He admits and I nod before picking up my bag and walking out of the room.

“Wait where you going?” Harry asks and I just ignore him. Once I’m out of the flat I just run. I run to my car and I drive straight to the gym.

“Why are you back here? I’m not letting you train upset.”

“I’m here because he fucking broke up with me.” I finally respond after a few moments of silence.

“And I’m ready to train.”

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“You look so tense. Like go get a drink.” My teammate jokes and actually consider that as an option.

“I mean Cal and I split like a month ago and I have been quite lonely. I mean I haven’t slept with a guy in so long. I mean it’s hard to have a sex life when I’m always here.”

“Well there’s always the boys.” She motions over to the chalk bin where some of the Olympic guys are standing.

“Mel really?” I fidget with my grips and she nods.

“I mean I had that fling with Luke.” She smiles and I look over at them.

“They’re just as horny as we are. Like I’m just about to for one of them at this point.” She shrugs and I nod.s

“Let them know you’re single sweetie.” I wink before grabbing her hand and pulling her over to the chalk bin by the bars.

“Move it or lose it boys.” I smirk before looking up. “Or do something with it.”

“Oh is that right?” Ash grabs my waist and I nod. He pulls me closer to his body and leans down to kiss behind my ear. “I’ll see you by my car.” He leaves another kiss on my neck before looking around.

“I’m sorry do you guys need some space?” I hear my coach shout and I quickly pull away from Ash and turn around to face my trainer who is holding up an elastic band.

“I thought we were doing bars.” I raise an eyebrow and he holds up another elastic band.

“You and Ash here and gonna be having fun today and not the fun you wanted to have.” He throws the bands at us and I contemplate throwing myself on the ground and crying.

“Feet together and up the rope. Come on you two, now you’re gonna do that ten times each and once you’re done do it another ten times.” He shouts and Ash looks at me while smirking.

“Good I’ll get to see your cute ass climb up the rope.”

“Not gonna be cute when he makes us do even worse things. Last time he caught me kissing my boyfriend I was sixteen and he made me do twenty times up the rope, a five mile run, and thirty standing tucks before making me call the boy and tell him he would ruin my future and I couldn’t date him.”

“Wait really?”

“Yeah and he only let me date after I won gold on beam. Now he’s pissed because of you because he thinks you’re gonna ruin my chance at gold again.” I explain while tying my ankles together.

“What about my chance at gold?” He jokes and I grab onto the rope. “My bad I mean my chance at gold for the third worlds in a row.” He reaches over and tries to tip me over before climbing up the rope.

“So Im gonna go take an ice bath. I gotta take an ice bath.” I limp over to ice baths as Asher follows me.

My trainer had us do five miles, and then it got worse. Back tuck followed by a burpee. Twenty sets of five followed by chin ups on the high bar and then he made me continue running. Then he made me do my floor routine full out four times in row. The worst was that Ash was allowed to stop after the running and he sat back cheering me on while laughing.

“Can you possibly carry me?” I ask and he grabs onto my waist and throws me over his shoulder. Once we get to the ice baths he puts me down and I slowly climb into the freezing water.

“How’s the boyfriend been?” He asks and I can’t help but laugh.

“I wouldn’t have flirted with you if he was still my boyfriend.” I explain and he leans against the edge of the tub next to me.

“Why’d you split?”

“I don’t have time for a relationship when I’m here being an Olympic gymnast.”

“Oh trust me… There’s time. That one hour break we get between twelve and one for lunch and then the break we have from three to seven and again when you have a break at nine after you’re done teaching the little ones. Trust me there’s time, but unless both people are trying, you won’t feel like there is time.”

“And weekends at night. You’re boyfriend sounds like an ass.” He laughs and I shake my head.

“No I’m the ass. I didn’t try either. I wanted him to try and I couldn’t expect him to.” I look up at him and he shakes his head before standing up.

“I can’t sleep with you. I’m sorry but I was flirting back because I’m an ass but you love another guy. Like come on you still love Cal.” He grabs my hand and pulls me up out of the ice bath.

“You should stretch, take a shower, and go get your boyfriend back.”

“No I don’t love him anymore, it’s fine.” I try to dissuade him and he smiles softly.

“Can’t do that to you. I mean you’re on my Olympic team.” He laughs and I cross my arms over my chest.

“Okay, well thanks Asher.”

—-

“Hey Harry, is Callum home? I gotta talk to him.”

“Oh, what’re you doing here?” He hugs me before pulling me inside and pointing to the kitchen.

“Wait before I go, is he seeing someone new?” I ask and he shakes his head.

“You’re good.” He laughs while motioning for me to follow him inside.

“Callum? Can we talk?” I ask and he looks up before nodding and motioning for him to follow me.

“Mind me asking why you’re here?” He asks while shutting the door behind us.

“Cause I got to practice and for the first time since I was sixteen I got fully punished. I had to climb the rope with just my upper body twenty times and then ran five miles. Then did so many back tucks into burpees that I almost passed out and it didn’t stop there. I had to do chin ups and handstands and all that other shit before dying and doing my floor routine fully out.”

“The last time that happened I got caught having my first kiss outside. It was my first boyfriend and it was so worth the pain I endured after. However, today wasn’t the same because I got caught flirting with another guy who then turned me down because he told me I’m still in love with you. And he’s right, I am still in love with you, but he also made a really good point and I want you to listen.” I place my bag down and he motions for me to continue.

“He mentioned that I do have enough time for us. He pointed out that there is enough time and I think I messed up before and yeah I do want to get back together but please just tell me if I’m already overstepping my boundaries. I mean I’ll just go now if you don’t want to get back together.”

“Don’t think that, please don’t think that. Yes I want to get back together and yes I’ll find a way to work this out so please don’t cry.” He pulls me into his arms and I wrap my arms around his waist.

“Missed you shorty.” He pulls away and brushes my hair away from my face before kissing me.

“I love you.” He picks me up and I place my face into his shoulder.

“I love you too.” I smile before leaving kisses on his cheek. “I love you so so much.” I laugh as I keep leaving kisses on his cheek and he smiles before turning his head and kissing me again.

“I’m not letting you go again.”