difference between days


q: Is there a reason that among the members, the two of you in particular got close to each other?
cy: I think the way we play is really similar.

Listen there are going to be so many starry eyed exy players on Kevin’s pro team and Court who are going to be so excited when they find out they finally have the chance to play with The Kevin Day who’s always been such so inspirational and so kind and so genial. And that excitement is going to last all of ten seconds because as soon as the court doors close that publicity mask is going to slip off they’re going to meet actual Kevin Day, exy obsessed perfectionist and asshole.


Lucifer + his Priestly gestures (x


“Silence carries your name; it glows in the dark over my grey-blue dreams.” — Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West

for @emono-omae

these days heaven feels so far away. you took lights with you. sometimes the words i write are more real than the words i say. sometimes the feelings i write are more real than the feelings i really feel. my heart still goes on. when you spend too much time at the bottom of sadness you can’t tell which way you need to take to get out. i have spent too much time loving you and trying to forget you i can’t tell the difference between. these days you feel so far away. i can’t find a way to get to heaven.
—  k.m

anonymous asked:

Hi do you have more youkael hcs? Extra fluffy or something?


So, just to let you know, I’ve had your ask be sat in my inbox ALL day long because I told myself if I finished all my Uni work for today on time, then I’ll treat us both to some EXTRA fluffy Youkael hcs. And guess what, it worked.

  • So, we know how usually, it’s always Yousef who’s the one who gets up earlier than Mikael. But one time, on the off chance, Mikael wakes up before Yousef. And it’s been a HELL of a long time since the last time that happened, because lately, Uni stuff has just been keeping Mikael up so late at night that he wakes up literally only the longest he has to be up, before he has to dash for class. But now that his assignments are done for the year, with his exams left only to do a couple months from now, Mikael’s sort of got a bit of breathing space between now and then, and for the first time, in a really really long time, Mikael’s felt as though he’s FULLY slept. And so that’s why he’s up even before Yousef is (and Yousef gets up hella early, around 7am-ish, to get a workout or a run in before he sets off for Uni and football practice).
  • Mikael checks the time on his phone and it read 6:19am - that’s 41 minutes before Yousef gets up. 41 minutes, that Mikael feels Allah’s gifted him. 41 minutes, that Mikael intends to savour every second of, in the sweet, sweet appreciation of his boy, sleeping safe and sound and soft and serene, next to him. 
  • That in itself is such a delightful thought for Mikael, and that in itself makes Mikael smile, whilst biting on his lower lip, because of how intimate this is. Because, he wonders, does Yousef do this too with Mikael - watch him whilst he sleeps - just like how Mikael is watching Yousef now? Does Yousef feel all these countless feelings simultaneously in exactly the same intensity as Mikael is feeling right now? A big part of Mikael almost wants to wake Yousef up and ask him, and he knows that Yousef wouldn’t even mind breaking his sleep for Mikael to talk to him about this - about anything, really -, but a bigger part of Mikael doesn’t want to, and instead, just wants to watch Yousef sleep, because he can. Mikael can always ask Yousef some other time. They have all the time.
  •  It’s just that, Mikael loves Yousef, so … much. Mikael feels, often times, that his chest will explode and his heart will burst and the warmth that settles within him everytime he realises just how much he loves Yousef, will someday start a fire. Mikael’s found a home in Yousef. In Yousef’s arms, when Yousef holds Mikael’s tired, weary body. On Yousef’s shoulders and the stretch of skin from neck to collarbone, when Mikael rests his tired, weary head on them. In Yousef’s lips, when Mikael kisses him deeply and slowly and languidly and long, or achingly teasing and biting and quick pecks and hellos and goodbyes and i’ve missed yous and iloveyouiloveyouiloveyous. In Yousef’s hands, when they touch Mikael, over clothes or directly skin to skin, or when they steady him, or when their fingers fit together and lock, cemented, grounded, firm. On Yousef’s chest, that heaves after he works out, rising and falling in quick succession, and just above his beating heart, that pounds everytime Mikael places his head on top of, everytime they make love to one another. Mikael’s found a home in Yousef, somewhere where he feels the most safe, the most belonged, the most cherished and deserving and loved and wanted and beautiful and worthy and taken such good care of and an equal and as someone who’s made to realise, every single day, that he’s so special and so good. That he’s gonna do something someday, that’ll leave the world in awe. Yousef believes that much in Mikael. He has that much faith in him. 
  • The daylight’s peeking in through the white curtains, and it’s not the harsh and blinding type, the one that hurts your eyes. It’s soft and mellow, coming in, just gently glistening the skin on Yousef’s back, on Yousef’s chest. He’s glowing. Even in his sleep, Yousef glows. That’s the kind of person Yousef is. He’s just … he’s so good. He’s so selfless, and calm, and chill? And soothing and healing and his soul is apparent in all the things he invests himself into. He leaves a little bit of himself wherever he goes, shares himself, yet he never manages to run out. He just keeps on growing, keeps on blossoming. But Mikael knows the difference between a good day for Yousef, and a bad day for Yousef. Yousef’s human, afterall, of course he’ll have bad days. But he doesn’t voice them out. But it’s in the way he that his silence feels, that Mikael can tell when something’s off. Ususally, they share silence between them, and it’s peaceful. It’s still buzzing with something, call it joy, happiness, flirtation, if you will. But when something’s off, Yousef’s silence is … distant. And it’s long glances at the floor and not meeting Mikael’s gaze, and sharp nods and tightened muscles. Clenched jaw, tense back, and fingers that fiddle too much. And that’s Mikael’s tell. That’s Mikael’s signal to take Yousef’s hands into his, and kiss them, then place them around his waist. That’s Mikael’s tell to then run his own fingers into Yousef’s hair, and feel, see, Yousef start to take long, deep breaths again. That’s Mikael’s sign to place his forehead on Yousef’s, align his nose next to Yousef’s, place his hands on Yousef’s chest, that then make their way onto his neck, his thumb then stroke Yousef’s cheek, and ask him, “Wanna talk about it, Habibi?”. And so far, that holds a 100% track record, for it always, always gets Yousef to express.
  • Mikael checks his phone again, and it reads 6:40am. It’s not just that Mikael and Yousef are lovers. They’re best friends too. They genuinely have fun with each other. They love each other’s company. They also respect one another too, and know when to give themselves time to just, themselves alone. And when to step in, and when to step back. And that’s why it works so well. That’s why they work so well. They have fun doing the most small, mundane things, like spring cleaning the house, which almost always ends up with them blasting music and dancing, or in cooking, or grocery shopping, or just … having a full day or night in their flat. They love adventure, and doing things for one another, and “this would look so good on him, I’m gonna buy it,”. Even now, whilst Yousef’s sleeping, Mikael can’t resist himself, and so he gently blows into Yousef’s ear, which makes Yousef groan, in deep slumber, in response, and fidget, and Mikael’s trying his best not to laugh at the slightly-confused-but-mostly-”let me sleep Mikael!”-look on Yousef’s face. 
  • Yousef’s shifted himself now. He’s turned his entire body to the side facing Mikael, where Mikael can now see his entire face, as his head rests now on Mikael’s pillow, so that both him and Mikael are now sharing the same pillow. Up close, Yousef looks even more celestial, if that was even possible, which it is, because he does. And Yousef is Mikael’s. And Mikael sometimes still can’t quite believe that, in the sense that, he’s so grateful to Allah, that he was made for Yousef, and Yousef was made for him. And Mikael moves slightly, and leaves an almost feather like kiss on Yousef’s cheek, with just enough pressure, but not too much, before lying back on his pillow again. Lying as close as he can possibly get to Yousef. There’s a solemn strand of hair that’s found its way across Yousef’s forehead, and Mikael goes to move it away, before peppering a kiss on Yousef’s forehead too, and Yousef’s hair smells of that fancy shampoo he uses, that Mikael loves. Mikael’s eyes roam all over Yousef’s face, across the whole diameter and within. “I love you, Yousef,” he ends up saying, just as easily as the next thing he says, “I love you so, so much.” And there’s a tightening in Mikael’s chest that makes him smile so wide, and it feels good. It feels like the first time he told Yousef that he loved him. To have this one quiet, still moment, where he can hear the birds singing outside, and the low hum of the cars passing by, and the small sounds Yousef makes as he breathes … it feels so, so good.
  • Which is why Mikael doesn’t even realise how or when it happens, but all of a sudden, he’s trapped underneath Yousef’s body, with his hands on either side of his head on the pillow, held securely by Yousef. And, dammit … Mikael should have known, but Mikael still has this dopey grin on his face that he cannot seem to get rid, because he’s so in love. “’sup?”, asks Yousef, smirk apparent on his lips. “You. On me. Evidently.” Mikael replies. There’s a moment where Yousef sort of, goes serious for a moment. “You’re up early. Did you not sleep well?”, he asks, and … that … that is what makes Yousef, Yousef. Noticing the small, minute, intricate details. “I did, but …” Mikael trails off, teasingly, and Yousef’s eyebrows are furrowing, his hand now stroking the side of Mikael’s face, asking Mikael to finish what he started. And Mikael just gives into Yousef’s touch, nuzzles into it, nestles into it, kisses Yousef’s palm, and Yousef’s watching Mikael so intently, so intensely, so intimately. So open, and raw, and completely undivided. “I slept more than well.” Mikael reassures Yousef. “So why the ‘but’?” Yousef’s still asking. “Because … somebody decided to come and take more than half the share of my pillow. How am I meant to sleep then?” Mikael now asks the question. 
  • And that just isn’t fair to Yousef. “Er, well, somebody thought it was a genius idea to blow into my ear and stare at me like a stalker whilst I was sleeping.” And Yousef’s wearing such a fond smile, a complete contradiction to the words he’s saying, because Mikael knows, that deep down, Yousef loved that small little bit of love Mikael showed him, even whilst he was asleep. “As if you don’t do that to me,” Mikael counteracts, and what he gets in reply from Yousef is, “I don’t make it as obvious as you do, baby boy. I have a lot more practice in that department,” and a wink … so, he does do that then, Mikael thinks. Yousef does stare at him when he sleeps. And that … just, it tingles. It tingles like a current, a charge, coursing fast all throughout his body, and it makes Mikael smile even more wider, because, as the alarm on Yousef’s phone rings to signal that it’s 7am, Yousef chooses to stay in bed just a little while longer, to kiss Mikael a little while more, and tell Mikael, “I love you too,” a little more longer. 
Catch Me (Day 5)

Summary: In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,922

A/N: This update is LONG overdue. I was on vacation with my family and was I thought I’d be able to update from there but I was wrong. Anyways, i hope you guys enjoy this :)

Intro / Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 6 / Day 7

As always, thank you to @avengerstories for polishing this up and constantly giving me your honest opinion about my writing. 

Originally posted by stevebvckys

“I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” Wanda asks drowsily from your king-sized bed.

Following a particularly grueling mission today, she came by your room because she didn’t want to be alone. This isn’t the first time she has done this and you highly doubt that it’ll be the last. Impromptu sleepovers have become the norm since befriending Wanda and you don’t mind them in the slightest. There’s comfort in going to bed at night knowing that you’re not alone.

“I’m going to grab a snack.”

“Okay,” she yawns, pulling your blanket up to her shoulders and letting her eyes flutter shut.

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To everyone who feels like you’re not good enough, or you don’t deserve it:

You are alive, and because you’re alive, you interact with other people. Because you’re alive, you’ve smiled at someone once, and to that person, that single smile could have been the difference between a rough day and a good one. Because you’re alive, you’ve talked to someone - whatever way you did it. Because you talked to someone, they didn’t have to think about whatever was bothering them, even for just that moment.
You’re alive, and you matter and you deserve it.
And maybe only one person shows you their love, and maybe you only give one person yours. But everyone needs it, and everyone should have it.
You included.

And even if we never meet or talk or smile at each other, I want you to know you have me.
So here’s a charm I use for people I love, to make sure I can still be with them tomorrow and the next day and the day after that - 

I love you. Have fun. Be safe.

Whump Challenge: Day 8

How would you explain the difference between hurt/comfort and whump?

Whump is when it happens. The action of being shot, stabbed, tortured, restrained, etc. It’s “in the moment whump”.

Hurt/comfort is the aftermath or aftercare of the situation. Patching up, hospital scenes, lying in bed, etc.

Whump is like music. There’s different genres. H/c is a genre of whump, in my eyes.

anonymous asked:

do you think they might be pushing s4 back because sana is the main and they want to set part of the show during Ramadan?


I have indeed very much so thought about this in the past too. If Sana is the main in S4, it honestly wouldn’t surprise me of Julie might be pushing S4 so far into the year bc of perhaps wanting to show Sana’s season during Ramadhan, because … honestly? That would be SO, SO interesting to show? I don’t think I’ve EVER seen a piece of Western media portray Ramadhan and fasting in Ramadhan, or Eid, properly.

And it’d be SO COOL for Skam to do that? To show Sana fasting during Ramadhan and what it feels like? Have her call the entire squad over one evening for an Iftaar party, and again, on Eid, for a massive Eid party too!

Aaaah, that would be so eye opening? Showing Sana do Ibaadah, and worshipping Allah in the many different ways and forms that there are in doing so. Teach people about the meaning of Ramadhan, like, the actual meaning of it, and why we fast for a month and why we do everything we do during it. The Taraweehs, the Tilaawat, the Salahs, the Zakah, the Tasbeeh, what Suhoor and Iftaar actually look like.

The actual buzz for both Ramadhan starting and it continuing on throughout the month, and the buzz for Eid, and preparing for it, and the actual day of celebrating it!

And we’d still get to see the season outside of Ramadhan too, since the season would atleast be a minimum of 10 eps long, going from Isak’s season. So we’d not only just see Ramadhan, which occurs once a year only, but we’d see Sana outside of it too, normally, on a daily. And the difference between an average day for Sana, and a fasting day in Ramadhan.