brain circuits

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Bonus (’cause I was lazy again):

Li©king Someone Pt. 2

In which Lance is jealous - no matter how much he tries to convince himself otherwise, and Kuro effectively shuts him up. By licking him. (and claiming him as his by the way ♥)

So… this one came out a bit different than I had originally planned. xD But I still like it though. The story is kind of a sequel to “He Wears Death Like Prada” written by the wonderful @bymidnightflame . Originally, that fic was supposed to be the story for my new Kuro comic. But somehow I ended up with this instead…? I don’t really know what happened.

Anyway, here are some headcanons for Kuro’s newest adventure :)

  • Back on earth Lance as well as his siblings established the “licking-rule”, which means that if you lick something like a chocolate bar, it’s yours.
  • Kuro used that rule on Keith right after he woke up from his last run-in with the Red Paladin in his private quarters. He did it to tease Shiro and well… because he wanted to lick Keith. (based on @bymidnightflame ‘s fic)
  • Lance gets pretty upset and jealous about this - he tries to tell himself it’s because everybody wants Keith, but in reality it’s only because one special person acts like he wants to get into Keith’s pants.
  • Hunk had his suspicions concerning Kuro’s behaviour towards Keith. There was something off in his opinion and bearing witness to whatever brain short circuit caused Kuro to lick Lance’s lips, only fueled those suspicions.
  • Shortly after the licking-incident Hunk joined the secret Luro-fanclub (which at that point consisted of Shiro, Keith and Coran)… He may have shedded one or two tears of joy over the fact that they had already given Kuro and Lance a ship name.

y’all thought that Trini is the one with a helpless ‘forgets how to speak’ crush on Kimberly but it’s actually the opposite I mean look at the deleted scenes Kim’s brain literally short-circuited when Trini ripped the locker door off and her bi ass had no idea how to communicate while Trini has been nothing but cool & chill during all their interactions 

Kimberly is helplessly crushing on our suave badass yellow gay bean and I’ll fiGHT YOU ON THIS

#awkward #pining #ministry

Prompts: @tera2
Author: @queenofthyme

Harry read the article again. He didn’t know why he put himself through it. Rita Skeeter’s outlandish claims never failed to make him angry. And he’d already forced The Daily Prophet to run a redaction days ago. 

No, he did know, actually. It was the accompanying image. The one with Draco Malfoy staring right into the camera, unblinking, a challenge in his eyes. It was familiar but at the same time nothing Harry had ever seen before (except during his many rereads of this particular paper). Malfoy had aged. Matured obviously since he was now a Ministry official. There was just something about his face. The same but different. Harry was drawn to it.

“Auror Potter." 

Harry looked up to find that same face at his doorway, focusing a steely gaze on Harry. He was so shocked he forgot he was holding a cup of tea. It dropped to his desk with an embarrassing clatter, spilling its contents, all over Malfoy’s inked face.  

The Malfoy at Harry’s office door – the real one – didn’t move. His eyes flickered down to Harry’s desk, watching the spill unfold passively.

Harry jumped to his feet and quickly bundled up the wet paper, throwing it face down into a waste basket at his feet. He wasn’t sure if he’d been fast enough.

He looked back up to Malfoy, searching for any sign he might have seen. Nothing. But that hardly meant much. Harry suspected Malfoy’s emotions didn’t play so obviously on his face anymore. He nodded in what he hoped was a professional courteous manner. "Dralfoy.”

Harry froze, the awful blunder hitting his ears just as it came out of his mouth. He could feel himself blushing, his palms getting clammy, his knees weak. Was simply Malfoy’s presence enough to make him come undone these days?

And just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, Harry, not quite sure how much longer he’d be able to stand for, slumped back into his seat - or at least attempted to – but misjudged the position and ended up plummeting to the floor instead.

The only saving grace – if there was any positive to the situation at all – was that at least on the floor, behind his desk, he was hidden from sight. He wondered if he crawled under his desk and stayed there, if Malfoy would get the idea and leave. Harry was seriously considering the option when Malfoy came into view again, stepping around the desk to loom over Harry.

He offered a hand. Harry gladly took it, forgetting for a moment the current predicament of said hands. And sure enough, after Malfoy helped Harry to his feet, he quickly let go and wiped his hand on his trousers.

Harry wanted to close his eyes and crawl up into a ball in the corner of the room. He never wanted to look Malfoy in the eye again. In less than a minute, he had made himself look like a complete fool. And all it took was for Malfoy to walk in the bloody room.

Malfoy cleared his throat. “I just came by to say hello. I thought it was polite given we work in the same building now. Which, of course, you already know.” His eyes darted to the waste basket. Shit.

“I had The Daily Prophet write a redaction,” Harry blurted out, as if that would help. Although at least he managed to get the words right this time.

“That was you? I should have guessed. You never miss an opportunity to save my skin.” Malfoy’s lips quirked upward for the smallest moment before his composure returned. “Well, it was nice seeing how the other side lives. I suppose I must get back to it.”

“Right,” Harry managed to nod. “I’ll get the door for you.”

They both stared at the open door.

Having already committed to the pointless task, Harry hurried forward and tripped over his own feet, falling right into Malfoy’s waiting – his reflexes were still as fast as they were in Quidditch – arms. Could Harry be more embarrassing?

Malfoy righted Harry but kept a firm grip on him – perhaps he thought Harry might slump to the floor otherwise, which was probably an accurate assumption at this stage.

There was amusement in Malfoy’s face now, a lightness in his eyes. “Are you always this clumsy, Potter, or am I special?”

“You’re special,” Harry answered quickly as he didn’t want Malfoy to think this was how all his mornings went. Although, after he realised what he’d said, he quickly tried to take it back: “No, I mean, wait, I mean, that’s not what I  -“

Malfoy took a step back, dropping his arms. “No need to be so flustered, Potter,” he interrupted. “I keep all the newspapers with your face on them too.”

Harry’s brain short-circuited. He must have stood there blinking at Malfoy for a solid five seconds before he was able to ask: “All of them?”

“Thirty-four and counting.” Malfoy winked. “You know, Potter, if you were to take me out to dinner, I’m sure the outing might be scandalous enough to make the front page. We could add to both our collections.”

“If I – you – dinner?” Harry repeated, a little discombobulated.

“Why, Potter,” Malfoy said, a cheeky smile appearing on his face, “I thought you’d never ask. I’d love to.”

Harry blinked – it was the only action he was capable of.

Malfoy laughed lightly when Harry didn’t reply. He made to exit, but paused briefly to call out over his shoulder: “I finish at six.”

Only when Malfoy was out of view did Harry let his knees give in.

more like this l @queenofthyme

BTS  LOVE YOURSELF ‘HER’ TRACK-LIST ANALYSIS:

INTRO: Serendipity

The title in general means “Luck that takes the form of finding valuable or pleasant things that are not looked for”. When this term is appended with love it brings many other elements such as destiny and happiness. The things that the lyrics of the song described well  

I will invite you to read this analysis where all the main elements about it are explained HERE

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

DNA

DNA is the carrier of genetic information. But how is attached to “LOVE”? There is something called The Neurobiology of Love. Doctor Larry Young, for instance, believes there is a biological basis for love. He says “So many people ask is there a chemical or genetic basis to human love, and I certainly believe there is. I’m very confident that emotions such as love are really the byproduct of chemical reactions that happen in our brain where certain neurotransmitter molecules activating receptors in certain brain circuits that activate an emotional feeling. One of those emotional feelings that we know to be very human is love. Love happens between partners, but also between parents and their offspring, offspring and their parents and I think that there’s surely a biological mechanism to that.” Thus love and DNA are very related. 

DNA aside from meaning DeoxyriboNucleic Acid can be the abbreviation to many: Does Not Apply, Do Not Accept, Do Not Answer, Do Not Adjust, Daytime Nighttime Anytime, Don’t Need Advice … So be it if BTS will use it as it is and develop a poetic meaning to it or use an abbreviation, only time will tell us. 

Best Of Me

This is a song where BTS collab with the Chainsmokers. The title is quite self-explanatory as some loved ones can bring the best out of us.

보조개 = Dimple 

Dimple is the most beautiful human flaw. They are rare and can bring a charm to their owner. So just like beautiful eyes or a warm smile, dimples can be the reason you start finding someone attractive and eventually fall for them. 

Originally posted by aestheticpinkjoon

Pied Piper

The Pied Piper of Hamelin or the Rat-Catcher of Hamelin) is the title character of a legend from the town of Hamelin (Hameln), Lower Saxony, Germany in 1934. The legend dates back to the Middle Ages, the earliest references describing a piper, dressed in multicolored clothing, who was a rat-catcher hired by the town to lure rats away with his magic pipe. When the citizens refuse to pay for this service, he retaliates by using his instrument’s magical power on their children, leading them away as he had the rats. 

There are many contradictory theories about the Pied Piper. Some suggest he was a symbol of hope to the people of Hamelin, which had been attacked by plague; he drove the rats from Hamelin, saving the people from the epidemic. Others suggest that children died of some natural causes such as disease or starvation and that the Piper was a symbolic figure of Death. 

But what is the relationship between a Pied Piper and a theme such as “LOVE”. This man was a loving character who was willing to help the city and its owner but his feeling turned into hate when the society he was in was ungrateful towards his work. 

Pied Piper serves many metaphors according to Merriam-Webster, and truthfully they all describe BTS:

  1. a charismatic person who attracts followers
  2. a musician who attracts mass

It’s pretty known that Bangtan do not follow the kpop trends but are ahead of them. Thus, the song may probably talk about how BTS are now trend setters. They may also talk about how they became global during this year. There are many theories that can go with this song. 

Skit: Billboard Music Awards speech

Get ready to cry loads or laugh out loud, it’s either one of the two extremities with BTS skits. They may introduce how they ended up deciding to drop a clue about their comeback in such a big award ceremony. Rapmon clearly said during the speech “LOVE YOURSELF”.

Originally posted by jiminrolls

MIC DROP

Mic Drop may be just a catchy phare many uses but it has more history than you think. A mic drop is a gesture of intentionally dropping one's microphone at the end of a performance or speech to signal triumph. Figuratively, it is an expression of triumph for a successful event and indicates a boastful attitude toward one’s own performance.The gesture dates to the 1980s when it was used by rappers and comedians. Performers from both groups can engage in confrontational performance styles - rappers may participate in rap battles, comedians may interact with a  heckler in the audience - and dropping the microphone after a particularly effective line indicated complete confidence in the opponent’s inability to come back with anything that would be worthy of a response. An early occurrence was Eddie Murphy in 1983 in his standup show Delirious. 

BTS worked hard this year and had arms full of praises and exploits, coming with a song where they sing about it is only natural. It’s also a way to show the ones who doubted them that they are the ones who got the final word. This song will sure have more rap than the others. 

고민보다 go = before worrying, go or go rather than worry

BTS are known to speak up to the youth and their struggles, their mission never changed since the start to give hope. Including a song that helps the ones fighting is also a natural move coming from BTS. 

Outro: HER

This album will help introduce another one coming by 2018. We may finally know who is that “HER” that got us all stressed this past month or we may end up with an answer that will lead to another question. 

Originally posted by charrytommoto

+TWO Hidden Tracks

*Insert many “??????” and “!!!!!!!!!”* All we know is that one of them is a song made by Rap monster. 

By @mimibtsghost

Finally getting around to looking at the IT remake and Bill Skarsgard is NAILING the role of Pennywise. There’s a really subtle bit in the scene where he meets Georgie that just cemented it for me. He starts doing the popcorn impression to make Georgie trust him (”pop, pop, pop!”), and Georgie starts full-on belly-laughing and smiling from ear to ear. Pennywise laughs with him a bit too, then he just…stops. His smile kind of falls, he starts drooling a little, and most importantly, Skarsgard uses his lazy eye to make it appear as though both eyes are slowly moving in opposite directions, and the left one is staring straight into the camera.

I could be reading into this too much, but I feel like Pennywise saw that he had created joy, he’d caused this child to feel happy, and his joy-hating, human-despising alien brain completely short-circuited. He briefly drops out of character trying to comprehend what he’d just done, upset and confused by the concept of happiness or laughter, and then he snaps out of it and realizes he needs to keep up the act to fool Georgie so he goes back into the “happy clown” shtick.

In short, big ups to this guy, he’s doing Tim Curry proud

inspired by this video (sfw, but a sex toy is being used as car repair, so take that as you will)

“Laura’s gonna flip,” Derek says in dismay, looking at the huge dent in the driver’s side door of the Camaro. Her most precious possession, the car she’d been saving up for forever, the car she waxes and washes every weekend, the car that she let Derek borrow to go to the Mathletes competition in San Francisco because Derek had a basketball game on Friday and couldn’t make the official school bus, the car that Laura made him swear his life on, is now forever ruined.

“Damn, if there ever was a good place to curse, that would have been it,” Stiles says, crossing his arms and looking far more attractive than he had the right to. “C’mon, Derek. Just say it. Fuck.”

Derek blushes, watching the word tumble out of Stiles’ pink mouth. “No, I… there’s gotta be a way to fix it. But if I call her insurance people she’s gonna know…”

“It’s totally my fault,” Stiles says. “I was the one who wanted to go to Tastee Freeze on the way back, and let some dingbat hit you in the parking lot. Actually, it’s their fault, whoever can’t drive.”

Derek shakes his head. It’s his fault. He’d been having too much fun this weekend; he’d spent practically all of it with Stiles. He’d had a crush on him forever— in fact, joined Mathletes at his request, and the whole year of practice, of spending afternoons with Stiles poring over math problems, watching Stiles lick Cheeto dust off his fingers— it’s been too much. Coupled with the fact that Stiles actually just plain forgot to catch the bus on Friday, and then caught a ride with Derek, meant hours in the car listening to him sing along to Hamilton and muddle through the rap bits, and sleeping next to him in the four-to-a-room motel Saturday night, and waking up with Stiles’ face smashed into his shoulder.

Derek had been too overwhelmed by it all, too overwhelmed by Stiles. Getting the chance to spend time with his friend this weekend had just intensified his feelings, and he knows there’s no chance that Stiles will ever feel the same, so he’s just drinking it all in, savoring these moments when he can.

It had been a terrible parking job, the Camaro was at a weird angle, that’s why the person rounding the turn had hit him. Derek sighs. He guesses it’s for the best. He’ll just have to pay Laura back. For forever.

Stiles is studying the door, eyes narrowed in concentration. “Actually, it’s not that bad. They didn’t even scratch it. It’s just a dent. With the right amount of leverage…”

“I’m sorry, do you happen to have a magical car-door fixer in your overnight bag?”

Somehow, this causes Stiles to turn bright red. “Okay. I have an idea. But you have to promise not to laugh.”

“Okay…?”

Derek watches, perplexed, as Stiles pulls his duffle bag out of the back seat, and then rummages around in it.

“Promise not to laugh,” Stiles repeats.

“I promise.” Derek is confused, but sincere.

Stiles pulls a bright blue dildo out of the bag. It’s springy, and jiggles a little with the movement. There’s a thick vein running along the side, and the base even has… balls.

Derek’s brain short circuits, an image of Stiles, naked, working himself on the girth of the toy, his mouth open, panting, as he tries to get the right angle, skin flushed pink from pleasure…

“Fuck,” Derek says.

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jimin: *comes home to a big mess in his shared appartement with jungkook where no one else lives* jungkook why did you make such a mess??
jungkook: *cutely* hyung it wasn’t me
jimin: *defeated* u right….. it must’ve been me then

To Steal A Kiss

Summary: As a mild criminal, you make a bold move to pick-pocket a suspicious looking stranger, but you may have picked the wrong target. (Bucky x reader)

Request/Prompt(s): Can you do this “I kissed you as a distraction while stealing your wallet” with Bucky x reader? Thanks!

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1933

A/N: Ok first, I do not condone theft. Second, I’m so glad someone picked this one!!! :D This was such a fun idea!

Originally posted by allthisherostuff

“We’ve been here for over an hour!” you whined, pacing the small empty room, dust particles swirling up into the sunlight with each step. “When do we make the drop?”

“When I’m ready,” your partner hissed, clearly annoyed with your impatience, “We’re the ones with the goods, they’ll wait and right now I’ve got a lurker that’s been hanging around at the corner for too long.”

“Lemme see.” You pushed your way to the window, picking up the heavy binoculars from the floor.

“Big guy. Army green coat, and black hat, northeast corner.”

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yo wat if they go back to earth and when they enter earth’s orbit lance is like is there something i can call my family with cuz they probably think im dead i dont wanna shock them…and he dials their home phone number without missing a beat and his mom picks up and is like “hello?” hella confused bc there’s no caller id and lance can’t even say hello back because his brain short circuits and his throat closes up because he didn’t realize just how bad he’d wanted to hear his mom’s voice again

anonymous asked:

Can you write scenario where boys (RFA and V + Saeran) try to kiss for the first time MC, but someone interrupt them? I love your headcannons and scenarios <3

Thanks! Hope you like these:) We made them extra fluffy~


Zen: 

  • You guys were on your first date
  • After having a nice dinner and a good time outside, he brings you back to his place
  • He wants to set the mood, so he brings you up to the rooftop of his apartment
  • You two are leaning against the railing and the stars are glittering above you
  • You two were standing apart, but then somehow you drifted closer
  • Zen feels goosebumps when your shoulders touch
  • His fingers brush against your hand, and you turn to face him
  • His breath is carried away in the wind when you turn to face him, your eyes reflecting the moon shining above
  • You’re just so beautiful in that moment and he finds himself inching forward in anticipating
  • He barely manages to whisper your name when you two are inches apart
  • A loud creak shatters the moment and another apartment resident seemed to have the same idea with his own girlfriend
  • With the moment already ruined, Zen just offers to walk you home since it’s getting late
  • You’re near your doorstep when you push yourself onto your toes and press a kiss to his lips
  • He’s stunned for a few minutes after–even after you retreat into your home
  • When it registers, adrenaline rushes through his veins and he just can’t stop grinning for the rest of the night

Yoosung:

  • You two are studying for your upcoming test and Yoosung takes every opportunity to be close to you
  • Thankfully the library is mostly empty
  • He’s feeling shy, but at the same time, he’s trying to be a little bolder today
  • When you ask a question, he makes his move and gently slides his arm behind you
  • He answers, but doesn’t move his arm away
  • A few more questions later, and you finally look at him
  • Your eyes lock, and Yoosung could feel those butterflies in his stomach
  • He felt like a schoolboy really…giddy and on cloud nine
  • You were so close, your cheeks dusted pink
  • He leans just a little bit closer
  • But then the librarian walks by
  • He pulls away and pretends to look at his book, his face hot
  • He doesn’t want to give up, so once she leaves, he tries it again
  • Again, the librarian passes by
  • By the third try, Yoosung gives up and pulls his arm back to his side
  • But his attempts didn’t go unnoticed
  • You call his name gently and he turns to look at you
  • He flinches when you’re mere inches from his face
  • Your finger grazes under his chin, pulling him closer until your lips brush against his in a gentle, feather light kiss
  • It lasted less than three seconds, but small currents of energy shot through him
  • When you pulled away, you were blushing and he stared at you slack jawed
  • He gives you a small smile before interlacing his fingers with yours and returning his attention back to his studies

Jumin:

  • He invited you to his house for a relaxing evening
  • You had a pleasant meal and a little wine, and now you were just enjoying each other’s company in his living room
  • The conversation led to dancing and you admitted you’ve never danced before
  • He puts some soft music on and moves the furniture out of the way
  • He extends his hand to you and offers to teach you
  • He’s an excellent teacher, and you have the waltz down in no time
  • Maybe because he’s really taking the lead and your focus is more on his grey eyes that are fixated on your own
  • It’s as if time stops, and the music in the background is slowly pulling you two closer
  • After a while, the gentle steps slow to a stand still
  • His grip on your waist tightens, and his eyes trail down to your lips
  • His heart is pounding and his head feels muddled
  • For once, he doesn’t try to control himself and lets his head lean forward
  • Your foreheads touch…then your noses brush together…his eyes flutter shut…
  • Then the yelp of a woman makes you two jump three feet apart
  • One of his cleaning staff entered but quickly fled upon seeing you
  • Jumin didn’t realize it was so late…and also that he forgot to lock the door
  • He apologetically goes to lock the door
  • When he returns, there is a thick silence between you two
  • You exchange hesitant glances and mumble a few broken syllables in attempt to start a sentence
  • Finally, Jumin can’t take it anymore
  • He cups your face and captures your mouth in a searing kiss
  • For the next few moments, you are lost in a swirl of heat, then you both pull away flushed and breathless
  • After you both recover, his lips twitch upwards in a small smile before pulling you back in his arms and leading you in a dance once again


Seven: 

  • It was another RFA party, and the guest list was huge
  • It was near the end of the night, and Seven noticed you were getting a little overwhelmed with the guests bombarding you
  • He interjects himself in the conversation and somehow manages to pull you away from the crowd
  • He asks if you want to escape the place for a little, and you can’t refuse
  • You two go to the convenient store across the street and get one bowl of ramen and two cans of iced coffee
  • Not wanting to return into the building again, you two just sit on the street curb and eat and talk
  • You start to notice Seven watching which noodles you pick before intently choosing one of his own with his chopsticks
  • You’re starting to catch on to what he’s doing
  • Finally, he succeeds and he manages to find the same noodle you had put in your mouth
  • He’s on the other end, and he suggests you two play a little game: see how far you can eat from both ends without breaking the noodle
  • He thinks it’s a great idea until the distance between your face and his gets smaller and smaller
  • The noodle breaks when you’re only a few centimeters apart
  • But neither one of you can find the willpower to move apart
  • He keeps inching closer, his gaze flitting down to your lips before snapping back to your eyes again
  • The warmth of your nearness banishes any chill in the air, and when your foreheads touch, he’s sure he’s going to burst into flames
  • The invisible string pulling you closer snaps when a familiar voice breaks the silence
  • Seven is vaguely aware of Yoosung calling you two back into the building and mildly scolding you for leaving in the first place
  • Seven’s face floods with heat and he’s mentally slapping himself for trying to get close to you in such a devious way
  • You two both stand and make your way towards the building, but just before you go in, you grab his arm
  • You grasp his tie and yank him down so his lips finally meet yours
  • His brain short circuits upon contact, and all he registers is the taste of coffee on your lips
  • His entire body goes into paralysis, and he barely remembers to kiss back before you pull away
  • You mutter a thank you, your cheeks red and yours eyes darting to the ground  
  • He’s left outside in a daze for a little longer before following you back inside

Saeran:

  • It was a nice breezy day, so you two decided to take a stroll
  • You guys take a rest under a large tree in this secluded area
  • You’re feeling a bit tired, so your head ends up falling between his shoulder and chest
  • His heart starts thumping a bit harder, but he tries to stay calm as you quietly talk to him
  • The wind teases your hair onto his cheeks, carrying your distinct sweet smell to his brain
  • He’s suddenly aware of every place you’re touching him, and his senses are overloading his mind
  • Then you look up at the same moment he looks down at you
  • He bites his lips and attempts to look away, but he just can’t
  • He opens his mouth in attempts to say something, but he’s not sure what exactly to say
  • Should he confess? Should he push you away? 
  • All the while, you two are drifting closer and closer
  • Just as he resolves to just kiss you already, some kid runs over and shamelessly asks for help to retrieve his kite from the tree above them
  • At first, Saeran was a little annoyed, but he couldn’t deny the kid
  • When he gets the kite and hands it off, you turn to him and press a chaste kiss to his cheek
  • He grabs your arm before you can retreat
  • His crashes his lips against yours, somehow translating all his unspoken emotions into a single touch
  • You’re the one left a little breathless as he takes your hand and continues walking as if nothing ever happened 

V:

  • You guys went out to get ice cream together
  • You two are just sitting by this nice closed area in this park, enjoying each other’s company
  • You notice he gets a smudge of it on his bottom lip
  • When you point it out, he asks if you can wipe it off for him since his hands are full with the ice cream and his camera
  • He leans forward, but because his sight hasn’t fully recovered so his depth perception is a bit off
  • He ends up getting really close to your face, but he doesn’t realize until his nose bumps with yours
  • Blushing a bit, he pulls a little back
  • He gets shivers when your thumb brushes against his bottom lip
  • Unknowingly, he gets closer until your noses are brushing against each other again
  • You are forced apart when a dog charges in between you
  • The owner comes by a little after and apologizes before catching his pet and returning to the trail
  • There’s a little awkward silence between you and V afterwards
  • He lets out a nervous chuckle before turning to you again
  • He asks if there’s still some ice cream on his lip, and you don’t miss the teasing interlaced in his voice
  • You take the bait and claim you would check before getting super close to his face once more
  • This time, the distance between you really does close with a delicate brush of the lips
  • It’s enough to send a thrill through your limbs
  • When you two are done eating, he lay back in the grass and you gently rest your head against his arm

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Lena Luthor wasn’t usually a nervous person.  She could command an audience, she could dominate the boardroom, but right now?  She was panicking.

Honestly, Lena never really thought her friendship with Kara would reach a stage where she was slowly being introduced into the group, one by one.  Maggie had been first.  She and Lena had long since discussed the whole Maggie-arresting-Lena debacle, Maggie spending the better part of ten minutes apologising before Lena could get a word in edgewise.  She and Maggie had hit it off fairly quickly, bonding over their mutual love of Italian cuisine and various scientific magazines.

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“Choose her everyday or leave her.

I spent 5 years hurting a good woman by staying with her but never fully choosing her.

I did want to be with this one. I really wanted to choose her. She was an exquisite woman, brilliant and funny and sexy and sensual. She could make my whole body laugh with her quick, dark wit and short-circuit my brain with her exotic beauty. Waking up every morning with her snuggled in my arms was my happy place. I loved her wildly.

Unfortunately, as happens with many young couples, our ignorance of how to do love well quickly created stressful challenges in our relationship. Before long, once my early morning blissful reverie gave way to the strained, immature ways of our everyday life together, I would often wonder if there was another woman out there who was easier to love, and who could love me better.

As the months passed and that thought reverberated more and more through my head, I chose her less and less. Every day, for five years, I chose her a little less.

I stayed with her. I just stopped choosing her. We both suffered.

Choosing her would have meant focusing every day on the gifts she was bringing into my life that I could be grateful for: her laughter, beauty, sensuality, playfulness, companionship, and so … much … more.

Sadly, I often found it nearly impossible to embrace – or even see – what was so wildly wonderful about her.

I was too focused on the anger, insecurities, demands, and other aspects of her strong personality that grated on me. The more I focused on her worst, the more I saw of it, and the more I mirrored it back to her by offering my own worst behavior. Naturally, this only magnified the strain on our relationship … which still made me choose her even less.

Thus did our nasty death spiral play itself out over five years.

She fought hard to make me choose her. That’s a fool’s task.

You can’t make someone choose you even when they might love you.

To be fair, she didn’t fully choose me, either. The rage-fueled invective she often hurled at me was evidence enough of that.

I realize now, however, that she was often angry because she didn’t feel safe with me. She felt me not choosing her every day, in my words and my actions, and she was afraid I would abandon her.

Actually, I did abandon her.

By not fully choosing her every day for five years, by focusing on what bothered me rather than what I adored about her, I deserted her.

Like a precious fragrant flower I brought proudly into my home but then failed to water, I left her alone in countless ways to wither in the dry hot heat of our intimate relationship.

I’ll never not choose another woman I love again.

It’s torture for everyone.

If you’re in relationship, I invite you to ask yourself this question: “Why am I choosing my partner today?”

If you can’t find a satisfying answer, dig deeper and find one. It could be as simple as noticing that in your deepest heart’s truth, “I just do.”

If you can’t find it today, ask yourself again tomorrow. We all have disconnected days.

But if too many days go by and you just can’t connect with why you’re choosing your partner, and your relationship is rife with stress, let them go. Create the opening for another human being to show up and see them with fresh eyes and a yearning heart that will enthusiastically choose them every day.

Your loved one deserves to be enthusiastically chosen. Every day.

You do, too.

Choose wisely.”

- Bryan Reeves