me: goddamn i hate myself,,, why am i. so Ugly
also me: [takes a gazillion selfies]
i really do hate myself tbh ahsjkd but !!! i was tagged by @suavesehun & @fireproofharrie to do the ‘2017 selfies’ thing !! and since i’m extra, here are not only six (6) ,,,, but nINE (9) Gay selfies !!! also thanks again for tagging me 💗💗
The last light faded from the sky in tune with the slamming of his front door, Keith’s weight leaning on to it, his feet barely holding him in place.
He sighed, looking down to his phone, the screen’s blue light blearing, the only illumination in the darkened apartment, save for the city lights in the cityscape below, the sounds of city life drowned out, leaving him to listen to his own shaky breaths.
Slow steps led him to his bed, crashing onto it still in his day clothes, not bothering to turn any lights on.
He patted the mattress besides him, feeling for a body he knew wouldn’t be there, swallowing the knot in his throat at the contact of his hand on the cold blanket.
His phone buzzed a familiar mellow tune, and he picked it up with shaky hands.
He answered, bringing it to his ear.
There was static, bustling sounds of a busy street engulfing his phone.
He smiled at the voice coming through, filled with an anxious anticipation.
“Hey yourself” he sighed.
The voice gasped, a genuine laughter in the tone.
“I was so worried you wouldn’t pick up! I didn’t wake you up did I?”
Keith shook his head, forgetting that he couldn’t be seen through the phone.
“No Lance, I just got home.”
Lance hummed. “Don’t fall asleep in your clothes again. You’ll wake up cranky and uncomfortable.”
Keith laughed, loving the gentle worry in Lance’s voice, the way he could picture his brows furrowing, bottom lip sticking out.
“I won’t. How are you doing? Where are you?”
“Ah I’m just heading to work. The hospital’s great, I’ve been here for a month and people already know me by name!”
“Of course they do, they got themselves an amazing paediatrics surgeon. They better treat you well.”
Lance laughed, the sound not as clear as Keith would like, the way it felt like crystal chimes when Lance sat across him, noticing the crinkles by his eyes and the dimples on his cheeks.
“I miss you.”
He tried to gulp it down but couldn’t, the coldness of an empty room engulfing him, reminding him he won’t have a person to sleep besides tonight either, that he won’t wake up to morning kisses and soft whispered love confessions.
Lance remained silent, sighing deeply.
“I miss you too. Every day. I wish I was there with you.”
“You know I do Keith. Leaving…choosing to do so was so hard. It gets harder every day. I want to be with you-“
“We decided it together didn’t we? We’ll always have one another, but opportunities like this don’t just come and go. You had to take it. It was the right choice” Keith reasoned, blinking back the tears in his eyes.
“I know. I know I just-“ Lance sighed, and Keith knew he must’ve been pinching the bridge of his nose, shutting his eyes and shaking his head to will tears away “I wish you were here too. I love you” he whispered, voice shaky.
“I know” Keith whispered back, not trusting himself in the moment to say ‘I love you too’ without falling apart.
“Did you-did you just Star Wars me?” Lance huffed, breaking the tension when Keith giggled and answered a quirky ‘maybe’.
They went back and forth like this for a while, content in the sound of each other’s voice, bridging the miles of distance with gentle tones and shut eyes, dreaming of intertwined hands and chaste kisses.
“Do me a favour; look outside the window.”
Keith already knew. He looked, turning his eyes up to look to the night sky, to the few stars visible through the city’s pollution.
“What do you see?” Lance’s voice came through the phone, quiet and somber.
“The night sky. It’s not bright but…it’s beautiful.”
He heard Lance shuffle.
“And I’m looking at that same sky too, right now. It might me daytime here and it’s sunny but..it’s the same sky. And both of us are looking to it right now.”
Keith let the tears trickle from his eyes, contrasting the soft smile on his lips.
“I love you. I’ll see you soon okay?”
Keith hummed in response.
“Hey Lance? I love you.”
He relished in the laughter, in the quick answer before hanging up.
so when i was a mere 15 year old something sad was happening in SaM so i drew the metaphorical manifestation of @orange-plum tormenting her readers with angst but i forgot what she looked like so she became a deity-like character with straight up an orange for a head and this is the resultf
and i never uploaded it to tumblr but yeah i’ve been laughing about this for about 3 years now
I can’t fuckin believe this. I’m still hoping that someone will come up and say that it was a mistake and that he’s fine. I can’t fuckin believe I lost my Dino. Dude, what the fuck. I was fortunate to be able to see him in a live performance once… Dude… I can’t even think right now. Shit…