and its full of memories



reasons why 2064: read only memories is The Best
  • it’s gay
  • super gay
  • cool ass fucking adorable ass fuckin robot named turing
  • you can talk to a plant
  • cool art
  • good good plot 10/10
  • everyone is #Relatable in one way or another
  • H   A   S   S   Y
  • interact with E V E R Y T H I N G
  • there’s a guy named starfucker


Keeping up with BTS

here we have baby jimin cutely asking namjoon to hold his mic so he could wear his jacket

but daddy namjoon was like: 

then came mama jin to rescue his baby jiminnie. and of course taehyung was also there who just had to tease jimin and his short fingers lol

jimin wasn’t amused and was ready to fight taehyung haha. and mama jin was still insisting that jimin is the baby of the family

and while jimin was about to fight taehyung, the real baby jungkook made himself known

but mama jin was like:

namjoon: why not? explain!

taehyung (at jungkook): just look at his built!

and while daddy namjoon and mama jin were arguing, sweet yoongi hyung was actually helping jiminnie dressed up

succesfully ending the argument XD

screen caps from bts memories of 2015

batsnotbutterflies  asked:

write your fav a phic for her 16th bday on the 24th? -w- (dont hate me for the phic suggestion bc its full of memories and i wanna see how you recreate it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) dan and phil are out and dan keeps using cheesy pickup lines to tease phil and phil ends up taking dan into the nearest public restroom and smut ensues. oh, i KNOW you remember this ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


also u made it sound like we fucked in a public restroom just sayin’

anyways happy birthday pall ily also i’m sorry if i completely butchered our rp i tried ( & i changed stuff a lil clearly ) here we go

“Kiss me.”

Phil laughed, glancing over at his husband and raising his eyebrows. 


Dan whined, swinging their intertwined hands between them, his feet making light noises on the pavement. “Yes, again. I need a kiss.” He stuck out his bottom lip, pouting. Phil rolled his eyes. 

“Fine, fine, I’ll kiss you. Don’t cry.”

He stopped walking, pulling Dan closer by his hand and letting their lips brush. Dan grinned against his mouth, touching his face with one hand to hold him steady and pull him as close as possible. 

“Thank you,” he said finally, pulling back and squeezing Phil’s hand. Phil nodded, starting to walk again. He flashed Dan a crooked smile, poking his cheek. “You taste good.”

Phil’s eyes lit up, and he grinned widely. “Y’know, that’s actually a science thing, when two people taste good to each other-”

“You’ve said.”

Phil laughed, searching Dan’s face. 

“You’re blushing.”  

Dan blushed harder, his hand shooting to his face, his eyes widening slightly. “Oh, am I?” He laughed, his eyes flashing happily. “I guess I still kinda can’t get used to kissing you.” 

“Really?” Phil smirked. “How long have you been doing it, what, seven years?”

“Shut up.”

They were quiet for a bit, and Dan focused on the feeling of Phil’s hand on his and the slight breeze brushing against his face and through his hair. It still felt incredible that he was here, after ages of wishing for it. 

They had gone out for a lunch date and to stop by the gardens, so Phil could ask for shit and Dan could whine about it. They hadn’t done anything like this in a bit, other than their honeymoon. It was mostly hours and hours of staying inside, sleeping and talking and having sex. Lots of sex. And planning for the rest of their lives together. It was kind of heaven. 

Dan glanced over at Phil again; something he could seem to stop doing. His husband. His. It sent a warm jolt of happiness through him every time he thought about it. After all this time- finally his. 

“Hey, Phil?” Dan’s face slowly melted into a grin as something came to mind, and Phil looked at him. 


Dan squeezed his hand, shifting their fingers so they more easily slid together. He hummed, watching his feet as he walked. 

“Roses are red, my face is too, that only happens when I’m with you,” he said lightly, giggling and licking his lips. 

Phil paused for a moment, sucking in a sharp intake of breath, and laughed almost nervously. 

“Are you kidding? Was that a pick up line?”

Dan shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Whenever I use those you call me an idiot.”

Dan shrugged again, a smile tugging at his lips. “I should call you google, because you have everything I’m looking for,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes flashing. 

Phil puffed air into his cheeks, blowing it out with a huff. God. That cocky bastard, he knew how he was messing with Phil’s head. You could tell just by looking at him, the way he was searching his face, looking for a reaction. 

“Would you like another? I could do this all day.” Dan’s smile widened, and you could see his dimples popping from his cheeks. 

“Fine.” Phil ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back, and raised his eyebrows at his husband. “Hit me.”

Dan grinned, having gotten the answer he had wanted. “Are you a magician? Because when I look at you, everyone else disappears.” 

Phil groaned, shaking his head. “That’s a good one. You probably stole it from me.”

Dan held a hand to his heart, pretending to be offended. “I did not!” He stepped out in front of Phil, taking both of his hands in his, swinging them gently and walking backwards in front of him. “More?”

Phil sighed. “I’m gonna be honest, Dan, you’re really turning me on right now.”

Dan’s eyes went wide, and his face immediately flushed red. “W-What?” Phil laughed. 

“Seven years of sex, and you still get blushy when I even mention it.” He leaned forward, kissing Dan on the lips briefly. “You’re adorable.” 

Dan glared at him, but it was clear he didn’t mean it. “Whatever.” He let go of Phil’s hands, only to clasp them together in front of him. “One more.”

Phil grumbled something under his breath, but nodded. “It better be one more.” He smirked. “Or we might have to find a bathroom.”

Dan’s eyes went even wider, and he swallowed. He ran his fingers through his hair, mussing up his curls. 

“Your lips look so lonely…” He paused for effect, licking his lips and grinning. “Would they like to meet mine?’

Phil stared at him, his mouth opened slightly, and his eyes flickered over his face. Finally he grabbed Dan’s hand, walking ahead briskly. 

“That’s it,” he said breathlessly. “We’re finding somewhere where I can kiss you senseless.”

Dan stumbled slightly, taken by surprise by Phil’s sudden firm manner. “W-Wait, you were serious…?”

“Of course.” Phil glanced around, at the nearby buildings, looking for a bathroom, preferably with stalls. “You know that drives me crazy.”

Dan hummed, walking quicker to keep up with Phil. “I mean, I hadn’t tried it. I guess now I do.”

Phil nodded, grunting softly and pulling Dan by the hand into a restroom connected to an art gallery. They didn’t even make it to the stall before their mouths were pressed together heatedly, with Dan against the wall, Phil’s hands exploring his body. 

Dan wrapped his arms around Phil’s neck, pulling him as close as possible and tugging his lower lip between his teeth. 

Phil led him with hands on his waist, stumbling blindly until they made it to a stall, closing the door behind them and pinning him against the door. 

“Jesus,” Dan breathed, breaking away to get control of himself, his eyes wide. “You were serious.”

Phil nodded, picking Dan up in a swift movement that they had done a thousand times before, and Dan wrapped his legs around his waist, clinging to him. And then Phil was kissing him again, and his mind was fuzzy. 

They both got increasingly desperate, as they always did, and soon Phil was grinding on him, holding him up by the hips and kissing him deeply. Dan moaned, making the loudest of noises from the smallest of actions. But Phil didn’t even flinch, because he was always like this. 

“You’re gorgeous,” Phil muttered against his husband’s lips, and Dan’s face went hot. 

“Thank you,” he said quietly, scratching down Phil’s back slightly, tightening his legs around his waist. 

Phil hummed against his lips, groaning quietly and resting their foreheads together. 


Dan met his eyes, raising his eyebrows in question. “Yeah?”

“I know it’s gross, but… do you want to have a… quickie…?” 

“It’s not gross,” Dan said quickly, and then blushed even darker. “I mean… yeah. I w-want you now.”

Phil licked his lips, nodding and moving his mouth to Dan’s neck, sucking at the spot he knew was Dan’s favorite. He reached up with one hand, circling his thumb over the hickeys from the night before, and other times as well. 

“Let’s darken these up, shall we?”

Dan whimpered, nodding and letting his head fall back against the stall door, giving Phil room to work. 

Phil immediately sucked at the darkest of them, right above Dan’s collarbone, pushing his sweater out of the way. 

Dan let out a shuddery breath, trying as hard as he could not to moan so loud everyone outside could hear. Phil’s mouth had such an affect on him. 

“You’re strong,” Dan said softly, trying to focus on something other than the immense pleasure shooting through his nerves and making him shiver. 

“Mhm. It’s from holding you up all the time.” Phil pushed him up slightly on the door to get a better grip, as if proving his point. 

Dan pushed his hands beneath Phil’s shirt, feeling his stomach and shoving the fabric up. Soon enough Phil had to set him down so Dan could get his shirt off, and then pick him back up. 

Dan explored his chest slowly; although he had seen and felt the pale skin a thousand times, it still felt new. 

Phil got his jeans down and then helped him shove them off, and Dan pushed Phil’s down his hips. It was messy and shaky and kind of disorganized, but neither of them cared. 

Phil pushed his hands into Dan’s boxers, squeezing his ass and grinning widely. 

“I love your ass.”

“You’ve told me.” Dan giggled despite himself- Phil was almost obsessed with his ass, it was kind of amazing. “Now fuck me.”

Phil tutted, but shoved Dan’s boxers down never the less. “Someone’s being bossy.”

Dan whined as he felt Phil line up, scratching down his back. “Shut up.”

“Tell me to shut up again and I’ll make sure you can’t walk away from this bathroom.” 

That made Dan stay quiet, because as much as he wanted that, he would rather save it for after they got home. 

Phil pushed in and Dan whimpered, burying his face in Phil’s neck and biting down on the soft skin. He pulled back right away, blushing. “Sorry.” He was always nervous he would bite too hard, or would be doing something that Phil didn’t like. 

“Shush,” Phil muttered, his voice slightly tense as he tried to keep himself from pounding into Dan until he screamed. “You can bite me, baby.”

That was all it took to have Dan pressing his mouth against Phil’s shoulder, biting him to muffle his own noises. “You feel so good,” he said breathlessly, moving again so his nose was against Phil’s neck. 

Phil made a soft noise of acknowledgement, thrusting up into him, still holding him up against the door. Dan tightened his grip, making sure he wouldn’t fall. 

“Harder,” Dan moaned, his hair falling over Phil’s shoulder and his toes curling. 

“You sure?” Phil asked, breathing heavily. “I don’t want you to be hurting-”

“Please,” Dan gasped, fucking himself down to meet Phil’s hips. 

Phil licked his lips, nodding and speeding up, listening to Dan’s loud moans and focusing on finding the angles that made him scream. 

“I love your - noises,” he growled, tugging at Dan’s hair gently. Dan just whined in response. 

Dan clung tighter with one arm, using the other to reach between his legs, getting himself off while Phil fucked him. That made him even louder, his thighs shaking from the effort of holding himself up. 

“C-Close,” he choked out, and Phil nodded. 

“Good. C’mon baby…” he nudged his nose against Dan’s, moving Dan’s face so he could kiss him deeply. “Cum for me.” 

Dan whimpered against his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut. He always got at least a little self conscious at this point, no matter how many times they did it.

“Fuck,” he gasped, moving his hand faster and bouncing a bit more to meet Phil’s thrusts. “Fuck, you’re so good, jesus fuck.” 

Phil replaced Dan’s hand with his own, jerking him off and kissing around his mouth gently. 

“C’mon Dan,” he whispered, moving his mouth to Dan’s neck instead. “Cum for me. Mmh, fuck- I’m close.”

Dan came with a loud whine, spilling over Phil’s hand and on both of their stomachs. Phil groaned, thrusting harder and faster than before, pushed to the edge by Dan’s noises and the clenching around him. It only took a matter of seconds for him to let go. 

Dan hopped to his feet, immediately stumbling and practically falling over. Phil caught him, helping him stay on his feet. 

Phil helped him to the bathroom counter, letting him sit there and cleaning them both up quickly with a paper towel. He helped Dan get dressed as well, pulling his boxers and jeans up carefully. 

“Alright,” he said softly, smiling at him. “We should go.” 

Dan bit his lip. 

“I would,” he said slowly, his voice raspy and broken. “But…”

Phil grinned. 

“Yes, Dan, I’ll carry you.” 


My mother seldom smiled. But, she would smile whenever she saw the peony I bring.

anonymous asked:

Why do you think Paul keeps saying "No John wasn't gay.", even though Yoko says that he might have been bi. Could Paul be hiding something, what do you think?

well that definitely sounds suspicious. i have a lot of meta in my head about this subject but i don’t know how to write it down (my problem usually with things; i don’t know how to write)

i am sure that paul is hiding at least something. of course, if we’re speaking on the level of “john and paul had a relationship and paul just won’t talk about it”, then he’s definitely hiding something. i kind of find it odd (and suspicious) that paul so adamantly keeps saying that john wasn’t gay, even when yoko has actually said that john thought himself as bi. either paul lives in deep denial, or he has something to hide and he thinks denying the rumours will keep those things hidden.

so to answer your question, yes, i definitely think paul is hiding something, but just what kind of a bomb it is, we don’t know.

probably just that he’s hella gay for john


The last Hogwarts quidditch match that Harry and Draco would ever play was nearing its second hour when everything went to Tartarus.

A badly coordinated move, an absentminded scratch on the back of a head and the not-skilled-enough reflexes of a black haired seeker turned what should have been a glorious ending to eight years of education into the reason Draco Malfoy screamed Harry’s name at the top of his lungs loud enough to scare away some birds seven miles away.

“HARRY!” Without thinking twice Draco propelled himself off his broom to the ground where Harry’s body was heading towards after a heavy collision with a bludger. The crack of the saviour’s skull was possibly even louder than Draco’s piercing cry.

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Sanada Yukimura ☆ Maeda Inuchiyo 
The Spear Duo 

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The Twentieth Century has seen the United States enter two major wars and emerge less-than victorious. There are, in Washington DC, prominent memorials for both of these conflicts, the Korean and Vietnam War memorials.

The interesting thing about both of these monuments is that they both honour the veterans of those wars, not the war (nor the policies behind the wars) themselves. Across the Vietnam Veteran’s wall are etched the names of the fallen, and the Korean Veteran’s memorial depicts soldiers on patrol. The president who sent them to war and the generals who ordered them to fight are not given special precedence on these monuments. We honour the men and women who fought on behalf of their country, even when the fight was lost.

Step back yet another century, and we find another war that was lost by our countrymen. This war was fought on home soil, so there are churches, towns, cemeteries, even whole regions that are indelibly marked with the wounds of that war.

Should historical markers be removed from Civil War battlefields? I don’t think anyone is seriously suggesting such a thing as any but a straw man. Should Confederate Cemeteries be removed, renamed, or de-consecrated? Again, I think not. Obviously, if we were to de-consecrate the grave of any person in the past whose views were anathema to modern sensibility, no grave would be sacred as the arc of history bends toward progress.

Should the policies and politics of a lost cause be memorialized in the faces and figures of the President and Generals who enforced those policies? That, rather than any other, is the question we should be debating. Not whether this is our history- it is and we should acknowledge the shame of it- but whether it is a history that should be glorified.

Keep the cemeteries and may our ancestors rest in peace. But also keep the libraries and textbooks that explain, in detail, what our ancestors believed- the subjugation of human beings and the economic necessity thereof, the moral and genetic superiority of race, religion, and sex, and the selfish, foolish belief that the way things had always been done was the way that things could continue to be done for all time.

If we must honour the Confederacy, honour its soldiers, not its policies. Visit the cemeteries and museums, but remember that their fight was not righteous. Remove symbols that glorify a tarnished past- the depictions of leaders who led us wrong.

Armin Fritz Theory

Is this another Armin Reiss/Fritz dump? Yes, yes it is.

I want to start with Armin’s parents. We have brief glimpses of his grandfather, who we know owns at least one book with classified, forbidden information about the outside world. We never see his parents, but we know they were not subject to Uri’s mental manipulation, apparently leaving the Walls of their own free will.

In the manga, we know people of distinct bloodlines are immune or less susceptible to the power of the Founding Titan; namely the Ackerman family, the East Sea clan (Asian) and the noble families. If Armin’s family resisted Uri’s manipulation, it is possible they fit into the last category - perhaps a branch family?

The facts we have are: Armin’s family had information on the outside world, his parents resisted the Founding Titan’s manipulation and were presumably able to leave the Walls without being hunted by Kenny & Co., this is rare when we consider the near-extinction of the Ackerman and East Sea clans (not to mention the whole thing with Historia) for the threat their existence alone presented.

Onto Armin himself. People noted his resemblance to Historia from the very beginning, something which was eventually addressed in the manga when he pretended to be her. His resemblance to Uri, particularly young Uri, is clear and there is even one panel where their appearance is almost identical. As addressed in my previous post, Armin’s surname has the possible meaning “to rule”, which could be a hint from Isayama.

This bit is going to sound ridiculous, but bear with me. I also noticed Armin’s creepy smile reminds me a lot of Dina’s titan smile, and Armin’s Colossal resembles Dina’s Titan in its silhouette. In fact, Dina, Zeke and Armin all possess Titans of great size, but with thin and lanky limbs. Ridiculous part over.

Now - it is clear from Dina’s appearance that the other branches of the Fritz family still share a clear physical resemblance to the descendants of the First King of the Walls. Dina claims to be the last [?] royal descendant in Marleyan land, which may or not be true (pre-Zeke’s birth), but we have no guarantee that the Reiss family is the only Fritz branch within the Walls.

We know any person of Reiss blood who inherits the Founding Titan will be able to use its full power and inherit the memories of the world, but also be placed under the influence of the 145th King’s will.

Here goes the question: should a member of the Fritz family inherit the Founding Titan without being a direct descendant from the 145th King, will they still be subject to his will? They all thought they could use the Coordinate to fix his mistakes, but always fell victim to it. If Armin is a Fritz, but not a Reiss, could he eat Eren and inherit the full, uninhibited power of the Founding Titan?

Isayama has confirmed they won’t remain close friends, but I have no idea if he’s willing to make them enemies. I’m curious if any of my wild speculation has truth to it, and I’m open to hearing what you guys think of it. Sorry for the long ass post.

cunning-and-cool  asked:

Connor Stoll keeps a journal. It's filled with his messy hand writing and misspelled words. It's full of memories and prank ideas and things he wants to do. It has his darkest secrets and his funniest jokes. He keeps it in a box under his bed. Connor Stoll keeps a journal and you will have to pry this from my cold dead hands.

Originally posted by angelisironman

i fully 1000000% support and agree with this give me more soft boy connor stoll my family is starving 

last kiss // zoe murphy x alana beck

it’s 11:10pm
my guilty pleasure, taylor swift, is now on spotify

listen i know not a lot of people ship zoe and alana but im a lesbian and ill give anything for a cute lesbian relationship

this is based on the taylor swift song last kiss because it’s such good song, i suggest listening to the song whilst reading. this is also gonna be full of angst…

note: i finished this at 1:07am, tears were shed

I still remember that look on your face
Lit through the darkness at 1:58
The words that you whisper for just us to know
You told me you loved me so why did you go

Alana was sound asleep on top of Zoe. Zoe on other hand was wide awake, watching her girlfriend sleep peacefully, watching the rise and fall of her chest, watching her normally erratic mouth, spouting words of wisdom at every turn, now peacefully quivering at her breath.

With a glance at the clock, 1:58, Zoe attempted to rub her hand down her partners back when Alana was awoken. Alana sat there for a minute gazing up at her lover, watching her eyelashes batter at her sudden flushing. Alana gently moved her arm to run a hand through Zoe’s hair, making light strokes and bouncing it at the bottom then bringing her fingers to the brunettes chin and lifting it up till their eyes were locked,

“God how did I get so lucky?”

with a gentle head tilt, the lovers locked in a trance inched closer and connected, lips fitting perfectly with its pair. It was soft, still laden with sleep but still so awake, so real. so full of…

“I love you,” Alana says breathily breaking the kiss to lie down on her lovers chest. Both matching their breathing, having no other feelings except genuine love and peace.

I do recall now that smell of the rain
Fresh on the pavement
I ran off the plane
That July 9th, the beat of your heart
It jumps through your shirt
I can still feel your arms

July 9th, Alana’s coming home.
Zoe anxiously tapped her hand against her thigh sitting on the bench closet to the unloading area of the airport, ready for here girlfriend to appear, ready to be in her arms again.

The second she saw a glimmer of her lover crossing the corner she shot up and ran, she ran straight into her arms. Missing the feeling of her embrace, they just sat there drinking in the presence of the other.
Enjoying it as if it were their last embrace.

Now I’ll go
Sit on the floor wearing your clothes
All that I know is I don’t know
How to be something you’ll miss

The October breeze brushing past the lovers, sending a chill up Zoe’s spine which resulted in a shiver and a giggle from the witness. Alana striped off her sweater

“Here,” She hands her girlfriend her light orange sweater “it compliments your eyes.”

They both walk just a step further until sitting down and cozying together under a tree, Evan must of rubbed off on them.

Zoe placed her head on her partners shoulder and let all of her body melt against the other all the while Alana was there soaking up every second. Alana takes her place to her advantage and turns her partners head to face her, looking straight into each other’s eyes, studying every detail as if it was the last time they would see them.

Alana wraps a gentle arm around Zoe and leans in, slowly but also at the perfect pace. Neither of them wanted it to end. Two girls on a perfect day.

I do remember
The swing of your step
Life of the party
Showing off again
I roll my eyes and you pull me in
I’m not much for dancing
but for you I did

Kleinman had thrown a party, neither Zoe nor Alana were party goers but they both knew if it was a Kleinman party it’d
just be the boys and them, so of course they’d go.

After a good bit of conversations, casual conversations that seniors would have, college, what’s after college, was Evan really going to major in environmentalism, why Jared’s parents are never home, (an unanswered question) and the ill fated question, how would they all stay in touch.

Zoe, being the youngest of the group, felt distanced, she wasn’t leaving, they were leaving her. She sat there watching Alana laugh almost to the point of tears. But Zoe, she was thinking about how Alana was going to Seattle. How were they going to work? Zoe loved Alana. Alana loved Zoe. Right?

Jared went to go drink somewhere and let the two couples be by themselves. Connor pulled Evan up in a most ungraceful manner and dragged him to Jared’s old record player. Picking a record off the shelf and Connor leading the boy to dance to the slow beat of the song. Alana followed almost instantaneously.

She practically lifts Zoe off the floor and into her arms, knowing how much Zoe hating dancing. But Alana knew, Zoe would do anything for her.

Zoe melted into Alana’s touch and nothing but love radiated between the both of them. Alana ran a hand through Zoe’s hair and letting it bounce at the bottom like she always does and Zoe purrs into her touch.

She could stay like this for forever.

Because I love your handshake
Meeting my father
I love how you walk
with your hands in your pockets

Larry Murphy obviously wasn’t the most “supportive” father. Doesn’t matter if it’s of homosexuality or just being a supportive father in general. But Cynthia has him try.

Cynthia had invited Alana over for dinner. Zoe knew this was to come, because last week she invited Evan over and she knew Alana was next.

Larry’s reaction to Evan wasn’t terrible. She hoped his reaction to Alana isn’t either.

Zoe raced to the door when she heard the bell and slammed it open, practically leaping into her partners arms. Alana was always the most welcoming. Was

Larry had been standing just behind Zoe ready for what was to come, ready to try to scare Alana away just like he tried with Evan, but Alana wasn’t like Evan. Alana walked straight up to Larry and shook his hand. A genuine handshake with the most respect she could muster up for him given what Zoe has told her about him. Larry was, needless to say, taken aback.

Alana went back to comfort her now stunned lover and gently wrapping her arm around her. Zoe was drinking in her every move, adoring how attractive she looked with her hands in her pockets.

How you kiss me
When I was in the middle of saying something
There’s not a day I don’t miss
Those rude interruptions

Everyone has their “thing”, Evan’s was trees, Alana’s was birds, Zoe’s was stars.

Zoe had found a perfect spot to park her car and stargaze, she had been going there from the day she got her license. Alana and her often are there on little dates, that night was one of those nights.

Lying on top of Zoe’s car, staring at the perfectly clear sky. Zoe was staring up at each star, from the smallest to the boldest and brightest. Alana, she was also staring, staring at the boldest most beautiful star in all of the galaxy, the one sitting next to her.

“Did you know that stars are all made up of the same stuff” Zoe began and Alana drank in every single word, watching her lips move like they always do when Zoe is excited about something. “It’s just cold molecu-” before Zoe could finish Alana placed her lips on her lovers, melting and mixing into each other. Desperate for the touch of the other, many stolen grasps and not so silent gasps were exchanged at the need of any sort of touch.

Every movement made, every noise spoken and ones left unspoken, every action done in nothing but pure love, genuine love, both just so in love.

So I watch your life in pictures
Like I used to watch you sleep
And I feel you forget me
Like I used to feel you breath

Zoe and Alana always loved polaroids, they were the types of girls you would
find in them. Zoe’s entire wall was filled with just pictures of the two of them, wether they were polaroids or not. It was full of happy memories. Each picture laced with its own story, with its own bit of love. Alana and Zoe would sometimes spend nights just staring at the wall recalling on all their memories. Thinking of the past while also thinking of the future because Zoe knew they were going to be together forever right? Did Alana know? What was Alana’s plan? Did Alana even have a plan? Did Alana have a plan that Zoe wasn’t apart of?

Zoe watched her lovers chest rise and fall, rise and fall, rise and fall. What happened?

I keep up with our old friends
Just to ask them how you are

It had all happened so suddenly. Evan, Connor, Jared and Alana, were gone. All different parts of the country. Except Evan and Alana, they were miraculously going to the same college.

The phone was ringing,
Once, twice, three times,

Evan’s voice rang though Zoe’s ear.
“Evan, God it’s so nice to hear your voice I miss you.” She breaths
“I miss you too Zoe I really do.” Evan knows the real reason for this call,
“How’s Alana?”

Hope it’s nice where you are
And I hope the sun shines
And it’s a beautiful day
And something reminds you
You wish you had stayed

It was months ago. Alana had moved on, But Zoe? She thought she never would. Alana walked to class, the sun shining brightly down on her face, not a single thought of Zoe. Even though Zoe still couldn’t get over her.

She thought about Alana constantly. She thought about her sitting on her own car all the way in Seattle and thinking of her little star back home.

But she wasn’t. She had moved on. She was past Zoe. She had found a newer brighter star. But the pain never left Zoe.

You can play for a change
In weather and time
But I never planned on
you changing you mind

“Forever? Right Alana?” Zoe said through fits of laugher. Alana and Zoe had their speical coffee shop, a cliche but it was crucial. Many dates were spent there.

Alana hadn’t responded to Zoe, which frightened Zoe in the slightest. Graduation was coming up faster than Zoe would like it. I mean she did have the whole summer with Alana but what about after? What about their future? Was Zoe even in Alana’s plans?

In the corner in their special table, Alana sat across from Zoe and gazed into her eyes, she said nothing just gazed in her eyes. She leaned across the table and pressed a simple kiss onto her partners soft lips. It didn’t mean much to Alana but it meant the world to Zoe. Alana was her world and it was terrifying to know that at any moment her world could be gone.

All that I know is I don’t know
How to be something you’ll miss
I never thought we’d have a last kiss
I never imagined we’d end like this
Your name forever the name on my lips

“Alana please! We can make this work
I’m positive.” Zoe choked out through tears.

“Zoe I’m halfway across the country! There no way!” Alana says sternly. Why isn’t this effecting Alana, she seems completely unamused, unaffected, dry?

What about those moments? Those little moments. The ones full of care? full of gentleness? The ones of peace? The ones full of love? Did that mean anything to Alana?

“What did I do Alana!” Zoe barely mumbles. She’s broken. She thought forever. Alana didn’t.

“I’m sorry Zoe, you’ll find someone.” These were Alana’s final words, she turned and left Zoe. She left Zoe under the tree where they shared their first kiss. Alana was just walking away, walking away from the memories, walking away from the love, walking away from Zoe, forever.

“Alana!” Zoe shouted after her, not being able to understand in that moment that that name would forever be the name on her lips

Just like our last kiss

Zoe would have never guessed the last kiss they would share would be in their spot, the coffee shop. It meant love and hope for Zoe. Did it even mean a thing to Alana?

Just like our last

greyias  asked:

Dialogue Prompt list (for whoever!): 14. “I’ve got you. Breathe, okay? I’ve got you.”

I really, really tried to write this for either Ellie or Rineth, but nothing worked quite as well as what I actually came up with for Vassanna & Theron. (Seriously though, I sat on this for a few days trying to conjure a scene that worked for the other two, but alas!) The prompt kinda called for hurt/comfort rather than fluff or angst, so… enjoy?

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