can you yes

Take My Hand…

Cullrian, Da Capo verse
Fluff for @sallyamongpoison

Inspired by this cover by Twenty One Pilots


It was… well, it surely wasn’t anything that Cullen would have done normally, not any more. He was familiar with playing the crowd of course, but the crowd was usually contained within a venue and had shown up to listen to him. Or, at the very least, to patiently wait while his set concluded and they could listen to the bands they’d really shown up for. Either way… these days, he played crowds that expected to be played to.

This? This was altogether different. Different from the gigs he played now, and different from the busking he’d done when that’s all he could do. This had his palms sweating and his heart flip-flopping in his chest. He almost decided to call it off, to say what he wanted to say some other way, but then Dorian looked at him and smiled. That smile, warm and happy, strengthened Cullen’s resolve. In an instant, he was reminded that once, he’d been so very lost - floating out to sea, rudderless and without an anchor, under an inky black sky – and Dorian had found him. He’d reached a hand out and Cullen had taken it. And then he’d pulled Cullen up. Up and up he’d gone, to safety and light, grasping the same hand that held his now. He could do this. He could show Dorian that he meant just as much now as he had back then. More, if that could even be believed.

It wasn’t their platform, the one where all this began. Cullen hadn’t been able to orchestrate that, and anyway, the last time he’d played a train station was the last time he ever wanted to play a train station. Back then, he’d been playing for a second chance. That’s not what this was. This wasn’t about the pain of the past… this was about happiness and hope in the future, the promise he saw reflected back at him every single morning he woke with Dorian by his side.

And so, he’d do it. On their way home from the dinner they’d shared after Cullen got off work at the studio, on this random street, with these random people around to bear witness, he’d do it.

Dorian was distracted by the architecture of the storefronts they were passing by, saying something about how old they were and how important it was to preserve them, and what a travesty the tacky awnings were. Cullen didn’t really hear him, what he heard was the blood rushing past his ears as he stopped and pulled his guitar – the very same guitar that had once been all he’d had – from its case. Straightening up, he drew the strap over his head, and the weight was like an old friend. Calm fell and he waited.

Finally, Dorian turned. Cullen saw those bright eyes widen as one eyebrow shot up quizzically. His lips parted, breath drew in to ask the inevitable question, but Cullen put up a finger and then started to play.

Wise men say… only fools rush in
But I can’t help… falling in love with you
Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin
If I can’t help falling in love with you?

He left his case behind and walked slowly towards Dorian, still playing, still singing. Somewhere inside, he was amused that he’d managed to render the man speechless. That didn’t happen often.

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be

Part of him was aware that the people walking by had stopped walking, had turned, were listening. Didn’t matter. Dorian was all that was in his world. Dorian was his world.

Take my hand
Take my whole life too
For I can’t help falling in love with you

As the chords died and his heart swelled, he twisted the guitar around to his back in a practiced motion and held his hand out. Dorian took it. He took it every time.

“Every day,” Cullen said, voice thick with the raw emotion welling up. It threatened to spill over, would soon. “Every day, I fall in love with you all over again. I can’t… I can’t help it.”

Dorian smiled, and Cullen fell again. He hoped he’d never stop falling. He didn’t think he would.

An instant, and Dorian stepped forward, pressed his lips against Cullen’s, and Cullen could taste the salt of tears. He didn’t know if they were his or Dorian’s, but he knew them for what they were – love. Happiness. More than they could hold, so it leaked out in tears.

He had to catch his breath. They both did, so they stood there, quietly breathing, enjoying the warmth between them, foreheads pressed together as the people around them watched. Maybe some were smiling. Maybe some were crying, too. Didn’t matter, he’d done it. He’d said what he wanted to say. Well, most of it, anyway. There was still one more thing.

“Happy anniversary, love,” Cullen murmured through his smile, “I… hope this was ok?”

“You silly man,” Dorian teased as he wound his arms around Cullen’s neck, “It was perfect. You’re perfect. But…”

“But what?” Cullen asked, suddenly worried. He pulled back to study Dorian’s face. Had he done something wrong? Was this too much, out in public like they were?

“Play it again,” Dorian answered, voice barely a whisper.

His chest went tight and achy in the best way as Cullen blew a breath out through parted lips. He chuckled softly and kissed the tip of his husband’s nose before taking a half step back and pulling his guitar around again.

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand
Take my whole life too
For I can’t help falling in love with you

anonymous asked:

i think it’s stupid when people ask a larrie “are you a louie or a harrie” you do know it’s possible that you can support both right? we’re not limited to one person only

yep lol i don’t get those questions, especially if the op reblogs/talks about both. of course there are larries who only blog about one or the other, but if they reblog both… they like both 

why do people always ask me about sexual fantasies but never about my other fantasies? i don’t think about dick, jonathan. i think about wearing a haute couture dress and a princess tiara and running around a stone palace with sunlight and enough mirrors around to bask in my aesthetic glory.

if you’re an adult on tumblr it’s so important for you to use common sense when it comes to interacting with kids. don’t follow kids if they’re uncomfortable with it. you are now schrödinger’s predator. that’s a hard thing to realize especially if you’re new to adulthood.

im not saying you should never speak to a child ever, because that’s… ridiculous. but you’re an adult now and you need to keep that in mind. when you’re speaking to a child, you are speaking to a child. if a kid starts a conversation with you, it’s ok to be friendly and talk to them, but keep it appropriate.

you MUST model appropriate behavior so that kids can spot INappropriate behavior easily and keep themselves safe.

anonymous asked:

Sombra and Gabe bonding? Jack and Gabe snuggles? Thank you for being open to prompts and thank you for reading this! I'm not good at these sorry!

Does this count as snuggles? I hope it does.

These were actually very lovely prompts, thank you!

Hello, I’m Lin and I use watercolor on paper not meant for watercolor.

Here’s a contemplating Jackieboy man.

Look, I love all of the artists in this fandom, you guys are great, but Korra is not white. And I’m seeing an increasing amount of fanart where Korra is the same shade as Asami or a shade darker than her, and that just isn’t right. So please, please!! Refer to this skin tone chart that Bryan Konietzko made for Korra when doing your art.

Write-O-Ween Prompts: Unusual and Rare Words Edition

As practice for the famous NANOWRIMO, a prompts list of unusual and rare words! I’ll try writing them: will you?

  1. Uncanny: strange or mysterious, especially in an unsettling way
  2. Chimerical: merely imaginary; fanciful
  3. Susurrus: a whispering or rustling sound
  4. Aubade: a song greeting the dawn
  5. Ephemeral: lasting a very short time
  6. Sempiternal: everlasting; eternal
  7. Euphonious: pleasing; sweet in sound
  8. Billet-doux: a love letter
  9. Pluviophile: any organism that thrives in conditions of heavy rainfall; one who loves rain, a rain-lover
  10. Redamancy: act of loving in return
  11. Lachesism: the desire to be struck by disaster; to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire
  12. Rubatosis: the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat
  13. Nodus Tollens: the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore
  14. Opia: the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable
  15. Monachopsis: the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place
  16. Énouement: the bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self
  17. Skulduggery: devious behavior
  18. Tatterdemalion: raggedly dressed person; looking disreputable or decayed
  19. Athazagoraphobia: the feeling of being forgotten, ignored, or replaced
  20. Oblivion: the state of being completely forgotten or unknown; connotes feelings of isolation and aloofness, which lead to the annihilation or extinction of the self metaphorically
  21. Abditory:  a hiding, safe place to disappear 
  22. Hiraeth: the homesickness for a home you can never return to; a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past
  23. Fernweh: the ache for distant places; the craving for travel
  24. Sonder: the realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own
  25. Kenopsia: the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet
  26. Kuebiko: a state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence
  27. Quiddity: the essence or inherent nature of a person or thing / an eccentricity; an odd feature / a trifle; a nicety or quibble
  28. Wayfarer: a traveler, especially on foot
  29. Nepenthe: a medicine for sorrow; a place, person or thing, which can aid in forgetting your pain and suffering
  30. Gloaming: defined as twilight and dusk; the day’s end, the glittery, transient echo when time and nature meet
  31. Eunoia: literally meaning “beautiful thinking” / FREE SPACE

As time passes, the bonds between the IPRE increase and that probably increases the power of the engine. Right at the beginning, though, as they’re racing away from one of the early worlds, Davenport has the sinking realization that it’s not enough. The engine is not running on enough power to outrun the apocalypse again, and of course it isn’t, because it was designed for a leisurely two-month exploration and not a high-speed chase. They’re not going to make it. And he thinks his crew must realize that, too, because they’re all nervously glancing out of the windows as he narrowly evades another deadly blow. 

Damn it all, they’re his responsibility, they look to him for guidance and he’s going to get all of them killed because he couldn’t do the one thing he’s best at well enough. They’re good people and they don’t deserve this. He doesn’t know why, but suddenly it’s vital that they all know that they’re more to him than just strangers. 

“If we don’t make it out of this,” he calls over his shoulder, “I want you all to know that it was an honor to travel with you.” He can’t turn his attention away from where they’re going, but he can feel their stares on his back. And, because he’s the best at what he does, he can feel the ship shudder slightly under him, gaining the smallest surge of extra energy in the engine. 

The bonds engine, which runs on bonds. Fuck.

Davenport calls out again, this time with far less gravitas: “If any of you want to, I don’t know, hug it out or something now would be a great time.”

It takes a moment for them to catch on, but they’re his crew, so of course they do.

“I think you have beautiful eyes!” It’s Barry, suddenly the approximate complexion of a tomato, and he’s got his face in his hands seconds later so it’s not even clear who he was talking to but the outburst sets the rest of them off.

“Lucretia, you have lovely handwriting even though I can’t read a damn word!”

“Magnus, for the love of whatever gods are watching, you are very brave but please stop getting yourself killed?”

“Those cupcakes without the icing that you made are kickass, Taako!” (And, somewhere in the background an indignant shriek of “Muffins? Do you mean muffins, Magnus?”)

“You make the best coffee at three in the morning which is some kind of fucking lost art, and that’s the only reason you’re allowed to correct my notes even though I was absolutely right about that last equation you erased, wasn’t I?

That was an accident, Lup - Merle I think your approach to both horticulture and religion are… uniquely inspired.”

“Davenport, you are a very brave leader and I appreciate all of the difficult decisions you make.”

They’ve almost got it. They’re almost there, they might make it after all, they just need a little more power. It comes from a very unlikely source.

“That’s just our luck, right?” Taako is looking out of the window, and he sees what Davenport sees, that the force chasing them is still just a little too fast. “Finally get used to having these chucklefucks around and now we’re gonna get eaten. Finally find some people worth keeping and boom, apocalypse. It’s fucking ridiculous.”

Everyone is staring again. Taako’s ears twitch lower as he realizes what he’s just said, aloud, at a clearly audible volume and obviously unintentionally. Magnus sniffles a little, clearly moved, and mutters “Aw, dude.”

Lup sneaks up on Taako and hugs him from behind, holding him firmly in place as Magnus and then the others join in. Davenport is the only one who notices the moment when they outrun the Hunger one more time, just barely slipping through its grasp.

(Davenport considers organized bonding activities after that, but he watches his crew make a mess of breakfast together the next morning, and he realizes that isn’t necessary.)

hey can everyone on this website remember that (most of) us trans boys or transmasc people or male aligned nb people feel really uncomfortable when you refer to us as ‘soft pastel boys such cuties uwu omg!!1!1!!!!’ okay thanks

On Hiveswap

I think it’s very important that Joey was sent to Xefros and Dammek was sent to Jude.

It’s been stated a few times that Joey was bullied by the others at school and never really had any friends. She sees that same thing in Xefros- except his only friend is the Billy that hurts him. Xefros is probably Dammek’s only friend as well.

Likewise, Jude is stated to have a clique of friends that allow Joey to hang with them. Joey’s shown to even be a bit jealous of them. Jude’s success in healthy relationships, and just how supportive he is, will be important in his interactions with Dammek- showing him how friendships and healthy relationships are, and even making him realize how shitty he’s been to Xefros.

Because in the end, Dammek is a protagonist in a 10+ game. This won’t end awfully- at least, I’m hoping not. I think Xefros and Dammek’s relationship is going to be repaired, along with Jude and Joey’s.

On the flip side, the trolls are important to Jude and Joey’s development too.

Joey’s shown to be jealous of not only Jude’s friendships, but Jude’s confidence as well. She’s been partnered up with a troll who has VERY little confidence in himself, making it so that she has to be the one to step up and lead, while also helping Xefros grow to be more independent and confident. Having a friend and more confidence in herself will help amend Joey’s relationship with Jude.

Jude’s paranoia over his conspiracies is shown to get on Joey’s nerves. He may have been right this time, but this behavior can still be harmful towards Jude and his relationships with others in the future. But, if Jude’s paranoid, then I don’t even know how to describe Dammek. Dammek’s paranoia-inspired cruelty will show Jude the worst parts of his behavior, and will help him learn to trust others besides himself and his sister, letting him open himself up to reparations.

Homestuck has always dealt with dysfunctional relationships- on both sides of them, and how people’s behaviors can create these situations and obscure them. This is a new iteration of that- this will be a story of change for the better.

  • Jungkook: Okay but let me carry you, you clearly can't walk and I need to protect you from all bad and evil, now come here into my arms, I'll never let you go and I promise that nothing can harm you because I'm here for you and I lov-
  • Jimin: babe, i can walk by myself
  • Jungkook:
  • Jimin: Jungkook
  • Jimin: put me down
  • Jungkook: no
  • Jimin:
  • Hoseok: Jiminie, shut the hell up
  • Taehyung: We'll take parts in carrying you and protecting you.
  • Seokjin: I agree
  • Jimin: Tae-
  • Yoongi: ssssh
  • Namjoon: accept it, Jiminie.
  • Jungkook: We love you, beautiful.
  • Jimin:
  • Jimin: *smiles lovingly and gratefully*

jack ———– H E L P !!!

What stops rich people from donating to charity as often as everyone else?

Especially like rich doctors who know a patient can’t afford treatment or something…why?

I don’t understand it at all. Someone please explain or add because this is bothering me and I don’t want a generic answer like “rich people are more greedy”. There must be something more to it.