and also the one that described it better

anonymous asked:

aaahh you're making me want to watch black sails. what's it about?

forget what you saw. run. run while you still can.

The Rogue One vs OT fave competition thing that fandom is doing is … really baffling for me.

I mean, there are lots of reasons, like the fact that Luke Skywalker—far from singly claiming the glory—leads a squadron named in memory of Rogue One. 

But also, a lot of the … hm, guiding principles of the RO characters are lived out by the OT characters?

In particular, one of the essential RO lines for me is 

You’re not the only one who lost everything. Some of us just decided to do something about it.

That’s Cassian, but also it’s hard to think of anything that could better describe the Skywalker twins. Luke lost his entire world over those plans. Leia literally lost her entire world. And it only makes them more determined to throw themselves into the fray.

They do it in the immediate wake of those first terrible losses. And the next year, and the next, and the next, and the next, on and on and on. There’s another essential line from RO:

We’ll take the next chance, and the next, until we win, or the chances are spent.

That is the hope and determination that shapes every one of Luke and Leia’s choices. The Force is with them, and occasional pure luck—but that’s the only reason they don’t meet the same fate as Jyn, Cassian, and all the others. 

Often enough, it might be easier for them if they had. But, however steep the cost, they never stop pushing forward. They never give up.

They couldn’t live with themselves if they did, either.

I don’t really have a sense of who I am. I mean sure, I “know myself” better than anyone, but I don’t really have a set personality to describe myself with or identify strongly with. When I’m with people I act according to the surroundings, so while one person sees me as very talkative, easygoing and lively, another sees me as very quiet, shy and sensitive and I genuinely see myself as both, along with several other versions of what I call “my personality.” it’s like I’m an actress taking up all these roles but they’re each a part of me. I’ve also lived my life having other people define me and I hate it because I am what they’ve deemed me as, but at the same time not, so they’re not exactly “wrong” in that sense, there’s just more to what they’ve concluded me as. I just can’t explain it to them in a way that they can understand. How do I sound saying, “I’m everything.” I can say something else that’s more reasonable, such as we’re all complex beings and shouldn’t be categorized into simple properties because that complexity allows us to have the potential to express different parts of ourselves, but who wants to hear philosophical nonsense during small talk? I do, talk to me about the mysteries of the world, but I know they don’t :/

There was a post that was made a few days ago where the creator described what they would like to see in Season 3 (I can’t find it someone please help me or link them if you know which one I’m talking about) and one of the things on their list was seeing Lance and Keith accidentally get thrown into space jail together. Or maybe it was just Lance. 

Either way, I wrote it.


Of all the things- of all the things Keith had expected to happen while he was piloting a sentient lion robot around the voids of space, he had never expected to get locked in an intergalactic jail cell with Lance.

Scratch that; Lance was so incredibly stubborn and hot headed that maybe Keith should have seen it coming. The Lance part, anyway. Him being in the jail cell? Well…it was less expected than Lance, but if Keith were to admit it to himself, probably just as possible.

“This is all your fault, you know,” Lance grumbled. He was sitting on the only bunk in the room, leaning against the concrete wall behind him with his arms crossed grumpily over his chest.

My fault?”

Lance scoffed, looking up, and Keith was struck with the realization that Lance actually managed to pull off prison orange a little too well. “Um, yeah. Your fault.”

“You shot one of the queens dogs!”

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The Gap

Summary: You are a morning person and Yoongi is definitely not—so for better or worse, something is going to change when fate places your windows less than three meters away from each other.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff, Neighbors AU
Word Count: 2,603
Author’s Note: Inspired by that Friends episode “The One With All The Haste” and the singing man across the way who sang “Morning’s here, sunshine’s here” like clockwork at the crack of dawn.

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Most people would describe the morning sunlight as bright, cheerful, endearing, warm, and peaceful, the rays like a stretch of encouragement from the sky. The promise of a new day, a brand new 24 hours to start fresh, make better choices, take initiation, try new thing or explore vast places, go on adventures or be in good company. The options were limitless, as high as the sky that shone above.

Yoongi, however, would describe the morning sunlight like a bucket of ice cold water, a bitter cup of coffee—too sharp, too sudden, ripping him apart from joyous things like sleep or dreams or a warm bed. It jolts him awake, clouds his mind more than clears it. More often than not, he finds himself burying his face into his pillow to muffle his groans, clearly hoping that if he groans loud enough it could turn back time.

But alas, that is not how the universe was created—so it doesn’t do much.

Yoongi supposes that a small percentage of this mindset should be his own fault, his own lack of aspirations making the 24 hours appear so much slower than they are to other people. He has dreams of course, passions that could challenge any other visionary on the street. But the weight of life has caught Yoongi in the stream, dragging him down the current and away from his desire, leaving him on the shore that takes the form of a coffee shop across the way. Albeit, it’s not an entirely bad gig—the tip is good and some of his best friends also work in the corner shop and his boss doesn’t actually treat him like shit. It just doesn’t leave Yoongi satisfied. It eats into his already very thinly veiled patience for the morning.

See the light where the sky meets the sea, and it calls me,” A clear voice rings through the thin window in Yoongi’s bedroom, the consistency and deja vu of the noise leaving a painful reminder in Yoongi’s mind about the time as it groans and throws the blankets over his head.

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honestly…i’m super, super excited for Moana, but also already tired of all the “better than frozen” stuff already popping up. 

like… if you can’t articulate why it’s good and can only describe it as “better than frozen” instead of praising it for its own merits, isn’t that kind of doing it a disservice? 

Frozen is amazing. Moana is amazing. Praise them for their merits instead of pulling one down to push the other up. 

Textbooks love nothing more than clean spaces and nice, orderly tables, so the DSM still stubbornly splits mental illnesses into neatly defined ailments. Science offers little support for this: When tasked with finding genetic or neuroscientific evidence to back the DSM cataloguing, biology slowly backs away and spends the rest of the night sobbing in a bottle. But because hard science has also yet to produce any conclusive information on the nature of mental disorders, and since the DSM has been the go-to guide of the industry since the 1950s, that’s what psychiatry opts to roll with.

Sure, maybe they’ll come around and revise the DSM for the better in its next iteration. It’s just that, so far, the bastard has been revised every 15 years or so, and its latest version – the one that still includes all that stuff described above – just came out in 2013. Right now, the manual’s arbitrary criteria are a giant problem for medical research. Treating actual patients with it is like attempting to fine-tune a race car using an old, filthy shop manual … for a combine harvester.

5 Ways We Are Absolutely Lost When It Comes To Mental Health

Definitions from the Oxford Dictionary of Philosophical Terms:

Cartesian: Adjective (see also 16th Century Terf Bangs) Can be used to describe the feeling of dread and resignation which follows the realization that one’s metaphysical argument cannot be fully justified (unlike the propositions which one has previously demonstrated) with the deductive logic one holds oneself to morally. 

Cartesian dualism: Noun (see also Failed theodicies) The moral schism between wanting to sound right about skepticism without having to be a nihilist and the knowledge that the rest of one’s argument has been excellent except for this sudden leap of logic to make room for a deistic God. But it’s a choice between a benevolent creator and a better ending to one’s treatise and you love Jesus (see demigods). Often this dualistic feeling leads to disappointing philosophy majors and the exclamation “So close Descartes!”

shoutout to the people dealing with the ‘unclean’ chronic illnesses

the ones who throw up every day, or who have to deal with gastrointestinal issues, or any other disorder you can’t talk about in polite company

who have to keep going over symptoms that society says we shouldn’t even speak about

the kind of symptoms that you don’t really know how to describe anyway, because it doesn’t exactly hurt, but you also know that pain would be far preferable to what you have to go through

because no one ever wants to mention hours spent in the bathroom, just trying to keep surviving until you feel a bit better, or how you panic when you have to go anywhere, even on a good day, because you don’t control when your symptoms flare up

you’re all strong amazing people, and i’m really proud of each and every one of you

cocky, i got called that a lot. i didn’t take offence to it, i know i did it to cover up the never ending insecurities. people also told me i was funny, i liked that one better. i liked knowing i could make people smile, make them laugh. sometimes i got cute or pretty, got told i had nice style. that was always nice, but empty. occasionally i got told i was too much, but i always preferred that to not enough. there was one word missing in the list used to describe me, yours. all i wanted to be called was yours, but more than anything i wanted to call you mine.
—  name calling
Turbulence

Pairing: ReaderXReid

Prompt: You hate planes and when the BAU jet hits an especially intense pocket of turbulence you freeze up only to have Reid help you through it.

A/N: this is a short one but I still think it’s pretty cute (also I know the gif isn’s exactly what is described but I couldn’t find a better one)

Not much ever scared you in the world. Maybe it was your ‘tough love’ upbringing in a small, rural, town or just the fact that your father had raised you for most of your life, but nothing really scared you. Spiders, ghosts, being robbed, drowning, guns, heights, none of it even sent a shiver down your spine when you thought about them. However, there was one thing that you absolutely hated, and that was planes. 

You clenched your jaw as the BAU jet hit yet another rough patch of turbulence, forcing everyone to reach out to secure their drinks before they went flying onto the plane’s carpeted floor. 

“Why did we decide flying back during a storm was a good idea?” JJ asked from her spot on the couch across from you. You sat in one of the chairs, your seatbelt pulled tightly across your lap while you white knuckled the two arm rests.

“Rossi had a dinner party remember?” Derek chuckled, seemingly completely unfazed by the jet being knocked around in the air. You glanced at Rossi who had a small smile on his face, his breath too short to laugh from the nerves of the turbulence. 

You closed your eyes and tried to relax your own breathing, only to have it hitched when you felt the plane dip quickly and then return to its stability moments later. 

“(Y/N)?” you heard the familiar voice of Spence say softly from his spot in the chair next to you. 

You opened your eyes and glanced over at him, flashing him a weak and fake smile. 

“You okay?” he asked, noticing your tenseness.

“Yeah, just not the biggest fan of flying.” you tried to joke, only to have your joke cut short with yet another dip. You pressed your eyes shut once again, this time keeping them shut until you felt a hand touch yours. 

You peaked with one eye to see Spence’s hand on top of yours, his fingers slowly working to pry your hand from the arm rest. Once your tense hand was lose he placed it in his own hand, tightening his grip around it.

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There’s a myth that people get “turned gay/trans/mogai” by their friends, because sometimes the friend group of one queer person all end up coming out as not cis or not straight.

The reality is more complicated. Sometimes a group of friends think they’re straight and cis because that’s the “default,” and it’s only after they meet someone who talks about other identities that they realize there’s another term that describes them better. Maybe they repressed certain kinds of attraction, or assumed other people were all faking attraction. Maybe they thought of themselves as defying gender stereotypes and the only one who didn’t like their sex characteristics. But when they were given permission to explore, they found that they weren’t straight or cis after all. Rather than it being a matter of being converted, it’s a matter of being given a chance to see who they were all along.

There’s also some anecdotal evidence that mogai people are naturally drawn together. Of the people I met in college, I originally thought almost all of them were cis and straight, including myself. It turned out to be quite the opposite. My best friends are genderqueer, but we didn’t tell each other for years.

One reason I delayed coming out to my friends was for this reason. One of my friends had recently come out as genderqueer, and I was afraid people would think I was just “jumping on the bandwagon.” I knew that wasn’t true - I had been thinking about this on some level or other for years. But I was afraid of invalidation from others.

I have seen posts before from people thinking their friend “isn’t really trans” and thinks they’re trans just because they want to be like their trans friend. Don’t go down that road. If someone thinks they’re trans, support them. Offer to call them whatever they want. If they’re not trans, they’ll figure it out; trans people are chronic questioners, thanks to society’s constant messages of cissexism. They’re not doing any harm by questioning, but if you invalidate them you will both hurt them and destroy trust between you. No one wants that.

browntiger15  asked:

Seeing as how the Kallura ship is slowly gaining ground, do you personally have a few favorite fics or fanarts that have been generated by the fandom?

There are so many good Kallura piece’s emerging! I’m wishing I’d better bookmarked these, but here are a few of my favorites that I could find.

Fics:

A Battlefield is an Excellent Place for a Date (I know this is your fic, but still, I love it so much, it so perfectly describes what I want Kallura to become).

Follow the Leader - by @eastofthemoon

A small snippet of mother hen Keith - by @bloodofcerberus

@alteanbae and @sixelamarr have also written some great ones. 

For more just search this blog’s tags for “fic” or “story by” and should should be able to find all the Kallura fics I’ve discovered!

Art:

There’s actually a lot more art than fics for Kallura, so if you just search the blogs tag for “art by” you’ll be able to find all the pieces. However, here are a few of my favorites:

These two pieces by Mika: One | Two (but all her art is gorgeous)

This commission by @tinymintywolf

Kallura cuddles by @keitlura 

The promo image for @kalluraweek by @fonbella

This commission by Stuart Sayger 

Keith and Allura kissing (which is possibly the first Kallura piece on the internet as it was pre-VLD’s launch) by @autumn-sacura

There are probably many out there that I’m missing, so if there’s just I’ve missed just reply to me and I’ll update the list!

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Why are you like this.

(This is a conversation I’ve actually had more than once. I’m not sure how they expect me to respond to having my own standards of attractiveness overruled by a dude who feels the need to mansplain what attractiveness is. I’m pan, but self-describing as gay is just SLIGHTLY more likely to be taken seriously by people on the internet as well as being a bit better for discouraging dudebros.)

How scholarships work: Yes, you need to be a straight A student and participate in at least 2 sports, 2 music related activities, 2 weird clubs no one really understand but the more things you do the better, multiple leadership positions, get 5 people to say the same thing about you in a letter, write an essay describing the function of a rubber duck and what color you would change the sky to and why, sacrifice your first born child, and also make sure to pay the $40 fee for turning in the scholarship, also remember we’re just now letting you know about this it’s due in 2 days

Chapter 133: The FIRST PEACEFUL night of SLEEP

你丫上瘾了 Note: Read the notes at the bottom for clarification on certain things, if anything, leave a comment or message me if something still doesn’t make sense. Remember, NO SPOILERS PLEASE, in the comments or anywhere on this account. I have not finished the novel. I stopped reading for now so I can translate. No copy/paste and all that other shenanigans either. Vote/likes are highly appreciated.

One a side note, this chapter is also quite long….well all the chapters are getting longer and longer,  so it once again it took me a while longer. Since, I knew that this chapter is probably the chapter that everyone has been waiting for, I made sure to describe everything as best as possible. Which meant that I had to add a lot  of  words that were not in the novel in order to better describe things. BUT, rest assure, it does not change any of the content. I PROMISE! This chapter was delicious to translate, now now, not what you guys are thinking. | ू•ૅω•́)ᵎᵎᵎ

As always, THANK YOU for reading and enjoying the journey with our two INSEPARABLE boys:

GU HAI & BAI LUO YIN

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Chapter 133 ::  The FIRST PEACEFUL night of SLEEP

After they cleaned and tidied up the mess in the room, they enjoyed the sticky rice balls with its’ sweet soup, took a shower, and laid their tired bodies on the bed. By that time, it was already past midnight.

Unable to control the apprehensive emotions that ruptured in that pulsating muscle of his, Gu Hai let his voice sound of softly in the silence of the room.

“Another year past, time really flew by quickly.”

Bai Luo Yin simply laid beside him, his two elongated arm wrapped securely onto the pillow in front of him as he rested his chin comfortably on top of it. Those earthen eyes slightly narrowed in amusement, seemingly enjoying the tranquility that quietness brought with it.

There’s only two people in the room, their eyes only held each others visages, their ears only took in the sound of the other person’s voice, whatever else that happened in the world outside, had nothing to do with the space that they are confined in. Right here…right now.

………

Gu Hai placed his hand on Bai Luo Yin’s neck, feeling the vein beneath his palm throbbing vigorously. A nameless serenity streamed into his heart, fortifying itself there.

Like a drug addict, who had strenuously endured the pain of withdrawal for countless days, and finally being able to have that addiction surge inside those blood conveying veins, was pure bliss. The effect of the drug would quickly disperse throughout his body and even the crevices under his bones were elated.

Bai Luo Yin narrowed his eyes, swept over, glancing at Gu Hai up and down.

He was still the same person, a little thinner, with some seriously stubborn stubbly encircling his chin. The contour of the side of his face was even more distinctive than usual.

“You should shave.”

Gu Hai crude and unrefined fingers touched the lower half of his own face; the existence of those prickling stubbles now obvious to even himself. It seems, a long time had passed by since he last shaved. He had long forgotten the date, and even worse, he couldn’t even recall the last time he had washed his face.

“Having a little bit of beard gives off an even more manly demeanor.” Gu Hai lazily consoled himself with this shameless excuse.

Bai Luo Yin snorted for a second before he couldn’t help but let laughter follow afterward.

“Perhaps on other people, it would make them look a bit more handsome. For you…forget about it. You just look old.”

An air of displeasure swept across Gu Hai’s eyes, “Why do you always say I look old? Where have I grown old?”

“Everywhere.”

Gu Hai teeth clashed roughly against each other as he gritted them tightly. He pondered and contemplated in agony of a particular flaw that Bai Luo Yin’s body possessed so that he could counterattack said boy with. But, in the end, he discovered that every part, every inch was visually attractive. It was indeed, eye candy for him every time his sight fell upon it.

There was absolutely no flaw…not even one, that he could pinpoint.

Bai Luo Yin got off the bed, faced the bathroom and walked in. In less than a minute, he reappeared with a towel hanging loosely on his arm.

“Lay over there,” commanded Bai Luo Yin, pointing toward the two people sofa near the front door.

Gu Hai slowly straighten his body, “For what?”

Bai Luo Yin mischievously swayed the shaver in his hand, left and right…left and right. It was quite clear what his intentions were.

Lights reflected in Gu Hai’s dark pupils, causing it to wavered for a second. It was as if he had reached some sort of epiphany. One that caused a smile to plastered itself on his face. And his cheeks stuck out, just like the stubbles that adorned his chin.

Before, it was Gu Hai who washed Bai Luo Yin’s foot, shaved Bai Luo Yin’s beard…how is it that now, Gu Hai, himself gets to enjoy this kind of treatment!

Bai Luo Yin, himself, willingly returning to his side, had already made Gu Hai faced the heavens, lower his knees and bow, as he banged his head five hundred times against the cold hard ground. If Bai Luo Yin was even a bit good to him, that would have been enough for him. But, to be able to taste such bliss was more than his heart had asked for, had begged for. Not to mention any other divine euphoria.

When Bai Luo Yin caught sight of young master Gu’s mouth stretching out from ear to ear, grinning, he knew that this despicable guy was probably indulging in his own delusional fantasy. At first, he just wanted to use the towel to moisten Gu Hai’s face as to prevent his wild fantasy from being even more insatiable. But now, perhaps, it would be better if he let him wipe his own face.

With those thoughts, he flung the towel on Gu Hai’s face, and went to the bathroom once again to grab the shaving cream. Bai Luo Yin flipped the bottle of shaving cream over and squeezed some onto his hand. He spread the cool cream evenly on the lower half of Gu Hai’s face and waited until the beard soften under the magical control of the cream.

Gu Hai leaned back against the softness of the sofa. Intense eyes, the exact shade and dimension as a handful of freshly turned soil, cracked open. They seemed to scintillate fire, so beautiful and soft as he looked closely at the visage hovering in great propinquity to his own. His vision was clouded by Bai Luo Yin, and his brain took everything in, imprinting every detail into his memory.

At first, the distance between them seemed pretty far, but as Bai Luo Yin held the shaver with steadied hand and began to move against the surface, his face inched closer and closer. So much so, that Gu Hai can feel the heat permeating from Bai Luo Yin’s lips as it floated against the surface of his own chin that had been shaven bright and cleanly. Bai Luo Yin’s expression was not only cloaked with seriousness, but cautiousness as well, as he continued to let the shaver kiss away those invasive stubbles.

Apparently, it was the first time that he allowed himself to shave someone else beard. So, as to avoid any accidental injury, he took great care in his process.

Gu Hai’s hands inch by inch, slowly but surely, stretched out and levitated closely to Bai Luo Yin’s cheeks.

Bai Luo Yin swiftly avoided those hands, “Don’t move around.”

Gu Hai’s hand lingered stiffly in the air and remained there for a long while. Only until Bai Luo Yin’s movement ceased, did Gu Hai’s hands suddenly hook onto the back his head, pressing the boy’s cheek against his own cheek.

The faint musky smell of the shaving cream intermingled with their breaths, as they drew closer to each other. Bai Luo Yin felt intoxicated, his consciousness became somewhat blurry, as if beckoning him to give up and cave. But, it was just that, with his body bent over in such an awkward position, it made him feel extremely uncomfortable. Hence, he struggled free of Gu Hai’s strong grip.

“You have to wipe it clean after it’s shaven, otherwise it’ll be uncomfortable,” said Bai Luo Yin.

A blazing red flame flashed across Gu Hai’s eyes and in a low and seemingly husky tone, his lips breathe life into the words that strung out.

“There’s no need to, I can’t wait any longer.”

With those words said, Gu Hai suddenly exerted all his energy, hook his arm around Bai Luo Yin’s waist and pulled him toward his own body. He then, intentionally knocked his feet against Bai Luo Yin’s feet. Caught off guard, Bai Luo Yin lost his balance, stumbled and fell forward. Gu Hai allowed Bai Luo Yin’s body to crash heavily on top of his own. He didn’t give Bai Luo Yin any time to respond or even the slightest chance to retaliate as he simply clasped said boy’s face within his warm hands and……kissed him.

Once their lips touched, sparks of electricity erupted and a beautiful dance ensued within the boundary of that tightly seal space. In that moment, their breaths became eager, impatience delved deeper and deeper into their anxious lips.

At first, it was Gu Hai, whose lips latched securely onto Bai Luo Yin’s thin lips, tasting, teasing, and nibbling, unwilling to release it from within his own hunger stricken mouth. But afterwards, Bai Luo Yin’s tongue snaked out, seized Gu Hai’s tongue with his own and pulled it into his ardently awaiting cavity. Gu Hai’s heart stopped, the mere contact of their tongues, sent shivers through his nerves, shivers that made his whole body tremble in ecstasy.

Like two famished kids that haven’t consumed anything for several days, the moment they saw their mother’s breast, they would gnaw at it as if their life depended on it. They would continue to nibble and bite, locking inseparably on those precious teats until those areolar glands produce the liquid needed to sustain life, as it continued to mixed and melt together with their saliva.

That is when the taste of remembering, of missing and……of longing to see what’s precious again, has reached its’ pinnacle.

Deepening the kiss, they reveled in each other taste as their tongues intertwined and wrestled about. The need to know and explore each other was an assurance……an assurance that they existed in this time and space, together.

For the longest time, their hands searched for each other in agony, and it was only when they firmly grasped each other, did their search ended.

Separation, is a painful and……….an excruciatingly torturous, yet trivial matter. But, never having felt separation, you will never experience the deep feeling of love that you have for someone.

As it turns out, I miss you……I long to see you.

In every lonely night.

Under every cold blanket.

Only then, did I realized, how much……I needed you.

Bai Luo Yin gradually brought his own actions to a halt. Slowly and deliberately, yet somewhat reluctant, he shifted his face away from Gu Hai’s. He then, nestled his own disoriented head into the crevice of Gu Hai’s anticipating shoulder. His lungs cried out in need and beckoned him to allow air in, so slowly and unhurriedly, he breathe, somewhat panting. Inhale and exhale. Inhale and……. then, his eyes open in realization as it gazed straight in the direction of Gu Hai’s bouncing Adam’s apple.

Gu Hai tilted his head slightly to the side, feigning anger as he peered down at Bai Luo Yin, whose brows had somehow managed to knit together, creating those lines that laid ignorantly between them. The tone of his voice was infused with the complaint of a person who was about to face death.

“This entire month, you’ve almost tortured me to death!”

At long last, it was today, that Bai Luo Yin finally came to understand and gain more knowledge on what the idiom, ‘the villain sues his victim before he himself is prosecuted,’ meant.

His soft and tender face, which was normally a seldom sight to come by, immediately tightened in dismay, frustration clearly evident along the lines of his statuesque countenance.

“You fucking have the nerve to say it’s me? Who’s to fucking blame for this?”

Gu Hai thought about it……the cause from the past that affected the events of today and possibly the future. But even then, he could not find anything that would put him at an advantage.

Ultimately, he had no choice but to admit, “Blame me.”

Bai Luo Yin coldly grunted, humph! Before his hand curled into a fist and ruthlessly smashed into the pit of Gu Hai’s stomach for a while.

Gu Hai took the chance, seized Bai Luo Yin’s hands and secured it with his own. He then pulled said boy’s hand close to his quivering lips and gently kissed it. Even then, his heart was still a bit unstable as it continuously throbbed within the cavity of his tight chest.

“Even if I’m to blame, you also shouldn’t have been so cruel and heartless, right? You adamantly said you wouldn’t see me anymore and you really didn’t……and you said you’ll walk on the streets with other people and you really did. We’ve been apart for such a long time, isn’t it even a bit unbearable, a bit painful for you as well?”

Bai Luo Yin pulled his hand back and sat upright, “Even if I am in pain or can’t bare it, I still won’t let you see it!”

Gu Hai sat up, both of his arms encircled Bai Luo Yin’s frame from behind. Hugging him with great care as his chest rested devotedly against it. His chin snuggled their way atop Bai Luo Yin’s shoulder, remaining comfortably there.

And, with great interest, he asked, “In what ways did you suffer? Tell me about it.”

“What is there to say about this?” Bai Luo Yin became annoyed, somewhat angry.

Gu Hai’s seductive lips slowly caressed the nape of Bai Luo Yin’s neck, before he softly stated, “I want to hear it.”

His sultry voice and the heat that secreted from within his lips, made the hair on Bai Luo Yin’s neck stand on end.

“You know, you’re an especially despicable person. You always take pleasure in other people’s pain and suffering.” Bai Luo Yin also recalled Gu Hai’s previous statement, “You even said I’m cruel and heartless, am I more heartless than you? You got two soldiers to beat up relentlessly. So tell me, how much have I suffered? If it happened to you, how would you feel?”

Just because of a misunderstanding, the person who usually showed the most consideration and took the best care of you, actually hits you when he said he would……. every single time Bai Luo Yin thought of this matter, a fit of rage would consume his mind for while.

Gu Hai immediately straightened up his body, his gazed locked with Bai Luo Yin’s. As a sense of urgency ravished the expression in his eyes.

“I have to explain this matter to you. That’s right, I did order those two young soldiers over, but I absolutely did not instruct them to attack you. They misinterpreted my intentions and thought that the person I like was Shi Hui. So. when they saw the two of you being intimate, they just……”

Bai Luo Yin felt as if two persimmons had smashed right on to his skull. His heart felt someone disgusted. What do you call this? It just like being arrested, for no reason at all while strolling the streets, then dragged to the police station, then locked up. Before you know know it, you’re being beaten up for an entire day and night, only to be told early the next morning, that they caught the wrong person………

Bai Luo Yin’s face darkened as he got up and off the sofa. He silently walked back toward his own bed.

Gu Hai’s heart also became tormented.

“I know I’m an asshole because of that. Later on, every time I thought about it, I also felt especially tormented, but at that time, for the sake of venting my own selfish anger, I gritted my teeth and refrained myself from going to see you. Tomorrow, I’m going back to the army base. There’s still some things that I have to bring back. Come with me, I’ll retrieve those two young soldiers, you can punish them however you like. What do you think?”

Bai Luo Yin shot a deathly glance at Gu Hai, “You’re the person that should be punished the most!”

Gu Hai laid back down on the bed and sprawled. His four, long and lanky limbs stuck out in all directions. He glanced over, eyes engrossed in and obsessed with Bai Luo Yin’s prepossessing appearance.

“Come, you can punish me however you want.”

Bai Luo Yin did not pay any attention to him. He simply squeezed himself into the blanket.

Gu Hai used his leg to nudge Bai Luo Yin, “I gave you such a good opportunity and you choose not to cherish it.”

Bai Luo Yin’s indolent voice transmitted from within the blanket, “Forget about it, just let the past remain in the past. I was also wrong. We don’t need to blame each other. Let’s see what your actions are like later on.”

Imitating Bai Luo Yin’s action, Gu Hai also squeezed himself into the blanket. He then placed his hand over Bai Luo Yin’s shoulder.

The sound of Bai Luo Yin’s voice thundered in the room when he gave said boy a warning, “Sleep.”

“I wasn’t thinking of doing anything else!”

While Gu Hai said this, he grabbed onto Bai Luo Yin’s entire body and turned him over, so that his face was facing his own. His hands snaked around Bai Luo Yin’s waist as he affectionately hugged him. Perfectly contented, he closed his eyes.

It’s been longer than a month…

….and this, was the first peaceful night of sleep for both of them.

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A/N:

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The original novel is written by Chai Jidan

I do not own any of its’ content

I am merely an amateur translator/editor

Orphans - Part 1

Summary: Your parents died on a tragic car accident. Though you were lucky and survived. Depending on how one would describe lucky since you were now an orphan and had to live in an orphanage where you didn’t know anybody. But that quite blue-eyed boy, seemed to become a closer friend than you first expected.

Words: 1263

Pairing: eventual Castiel x Reader

Originally posted by jupiter2

Warnings: car accident, character death(minor), angsty?

A/N: So here we go with another series… This kind of sucks, but I promise it will get better also I cannot promise for this to be long or something, but I will try my best. Feedback is appreciated!

Orphans - Masterpost


“Mommy, Daddy, can we stop? I have to pee!” you whined a little as you shifted in your seat.

You have been in the car for nearly five hours now and not once did your parents stop. They said they just wanted to reach the holiday place so they could finally relax. You didn’t understand why they couldn’t stop at least for a few minutes so you could go pee.

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Tamersona Week: Way to grow!

“Can I get a picture of Lady in all of her forms?” Amelia blanches as this is the first thing out of the girl’s mouth when she walks in.

“No!” She barks sharply. “No, you cannot. She will not go past LadyDevimon and she’s just now back to running around as Salamon,” Amelia tries to soften - it doesn’t work so well.

“Well then, describe them to me,” Amelia rolls her eyes and sits down, pulling out her laptop.

“I’ll do you one better,” she says, opening a folder.

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“YukimiBotamon is her first form. A little slime, she’s always cold, but super soft and loves the snow.”

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“Nyaromon is her second form, and here she’s a little chatty and curious. She still sleeps a lot, which as YukimiBotamon she does because she’s a baby. As Nyaromon she only does it because, well, she’s a cat and when she’s not sleeping she’s constantly on the move. Oh! And her eyes are more gold than this picture.”

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“Salamon is her third form. Sorry, mind the holy ring - Lady doesn’t have one because she’s a virus type, not a vaccine type. And her eyes are lavender. It’s weird, but they’re lavender in her LadyDevimon form as well. Even though she’s only a child here, she’s very responsible, and she was trusted to look after other little slime baby Digimon. She likes this form the best when we’re here because it’s what she stayed as when I was a kid. Helped her blend in since she looks so much like an animal.”

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“My beautiful gold eyed pretty cat. So if you see her today she’s wearing her necklace and a gold bow on one ear. She keeps those in this form - they’re gifts from me and from Hikari’s Gatomon. The two are very close as Jogress partners. She’s mischievous, especially with her brother Bumblebee. But she’s kind, and so very smart - actually she’s like that in all forms. It’s just her maturity level. But as BlackGatomon she’s also a little more…sassy and sarcastic than in her child form.”

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“LadyDevimon is as high as she usually goes now, unless she becomes Mastemon with Hikari’s Angewomon. She’s got lavender eyes, and she wears her necklace, and she wears her gold bow in her hair. Most see her as more cruel in this form. She’s really far more protective and, yes, she can be more aggressive.”

“I’ll show you her original form, because I don’t want Lilithmon in the paper,” Amelia adds after a moment before opening the next image.

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“One day she would have become Mervamon from age and experience. Her eyes are back to gold, and she’s still a virus, but that right there? That’s an Olympos XII goddess. She is brave, and wise, and fiercely protective and loyal. She is kind,” Amelia trails off, and the girl nods.

“I think that’s enough.”

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And it’s stronger than you