embrace presents

anonymous asked:

All my relationships, family, friends and my lover have taught me so many things, brought out inner happiness. but nothing has taught me as much as loving someone romantically. How can I let go while staying together? How can I can accept that this person may go one day? It is so hard for me. I want to rid myself of this "attachment"

What you’re feeling is a natural human tendency of worries, and trust me I have my share of them lol. We love to bond, and love to love. But the best way to approach this is by embracing the present moment, and what you have (now) with that special person without expectations. The humanism in us makes it so easy to get caught up in possibilities, but you must soulfully embrace who they are now, cherish the love/support they give you now, observe how they are making you feel and treating you now, make sure you both are on the same page now, and the rest will flow. 

I’m typically a slow mover when it comes to romantic relationships. I love creating a solid friendship first, but sometimes life/love just happens. We can’t control it all, and letting go is our only option. (Easier said than done, I know.)

I highly recommend reading the article below. 

Let The Love Flow: Practicing Non-Attachment In Our Relationships

Be present. Make love. Make tea. Avoid small talk. Embrace conversation. Buy a plant, water it. Make your bed. Make someone else’s bed. Have a smart mouth, and quick wit. Run. Make art. Create. Swim in the ocean. Swim in the rain. Take chances. Ask questions. Make mistakes. Learn. Know your worth. Love fiercely. Forgive quickly. Let go of what doesn’t make you happy. Grow.
—  Paulo Coelho

It’s actually so refreshing to see two guys in the public eye with a huge audience not be afraid to dress up and not say anything about being “too girly” while doing so.

This is not to imply what they were doing in the ‘pastel edits irl’ video was specifically ‘feminine’ or ‘traditionally female’ - I just mean it’s nice (and important) to see them be open to wearing clothes/colours people would typically associate with “girls” and instead just forget about that and enjoy themselves - whilst also being open about how it feels…even if some of their comments were exaggerated for entertainment - it’s still just nice and reassuring!

Generally (outside of the video too), Dan & Phil are very open-minded about a lot of things to do with gender, gender roles, gender presentation and expression etc - and speak about it often in recent years.

I know the video may not really be that…. ~deep~ to many but this is something that’s been on my mind for a while when it comes to D&P and I just wanted to talk about it more after that video posted tonight.

Overall, I’m very grateful to have D&P to look up too. I don’t think they realise what even their ‘silly’ dress up videos can do for viewers like me - who are questioning their assigned gender and the struggles that brings internally and from society - and even those who just have difficulties with embracing the gender expression/presentation they find most comfortable.

‘Love’ was this word in your brain kind of synonymous with ‘mutually assured destruction’. It was the excuse your mother gave for why you were meant to fall asleep to the sound of her screaming and crying most nights, the thuds and breaking glass, your suitcase always packed and your mind running escape plans.

Romance isn’t something you ever really felt comfortable with, despite a persistent low-humming loneliness and a soppy heart. You felt like there was theoretically someone out there, but they seemed like they’d have to be such a weirdly specific bundle of things - and even if you found them you’d started to hate yourself so much you couldn’t imagine them ever reciprocating. You stop even considering it, I guess. Years ago.

Then.. You meet this person. And you get this weird pull in your gut, like the video game UI signalling to the player they’re on the right path. But your brain is on edge and your life is in pieces and you misread their sincerity as everything /but/ that, and it almost takes too long to see who they really are. You have to salvage your friendship from the mess that unfolded.
But things work out. Better than that, even. Maybe the bad stuff even ended up bringing you closer together. Life is weird.

You decide to get on a plane for the first time, fly halfway around the world. Everything feels strange and kind of magic (but goofy and awkward and human) and you feel alive for the first time in years.
So you get to have your first kiss at 26, with someone who understands. And you fall asleep night after night all limbs tangled, their face gently illuminated by the yellow glow of their Super Mario lamp, and feel this completely different type of happiness
and awe
at someone else’s existence.

I know, life doesn’t have happy endings. Two people don’t meet and fall in love and.. that’s that, that’s the whole thing sorted, everything will be grand and good forever. There’ll be bills and crappy dayjobs and all the costs of travel and paperwork and health issues and family stuff and countless other things that might go wrong, and things we both already deal with, and not to mention the world is a mess right now, too. But knowing this amazing person would be by your side through all of that makes it feel worthwhile, gives it direction and purpose and warmth like there wasn’t before.

And my brain still wants to catastrophize – what if? All these ways caring about someone might hurt. All these ways I’ve seen other people get hurt. But when someone makes your life so much richer and calmer with their presence, and inspires you to want to try harder and be better and kinder, because you see how hard they work and how much of their heart they put into their creative work and their relationships? When someone gives you those moments where you can’t help but grin like a huge dork just at the sight of their beautiful face? Those worries melt away. There’s no other choice.

~

To echo something @destiny-smasher said: this all happened because we played this little French video game with these two characters we fell in love with and related with, and a dissatisfying ending that kept us creating fan content afterwards.
That story pushed me to realise you can’t live your life worrying about the future, trying to second guess what might go wrong, being too scared to embrace the present.
That story, and it’s fandom, got me through one of the lowest points of my life.
That story brought me and @destiny-smasher together.
I don’t think there’s a way to sufficiently say thank you for that. To dontnod. To any of you.

But, thank you.

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Thanks @aldensama for the translation!
Robin - *smiles
Zoro - cute.. *in his mind
Robin - *embraces zoro
Zoro - He..hey wait!
Robin - *embraces even more tightly then lets go
Robin - Happy Birthday!
Robin - 2 years… I`ll embrace you tight enough to make up for the 2 years we missed. That is my present.
Zoro - *embraces back and says Thankyou.
Brook - they sure are enjoying youth

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The world has been stuck in a perpetual cycle of suffering from one generation to another, for humans have been living in a dream state of divine self-forgetfulness.

BREAK THE SYSTEMATIC TRANCE OF CULTURAL CONDITIONING BY EMBRACING THE EVER-PRESENT FIELD OF UNIVERSAL CONSCIOUSNESS. 

-Anon I mus (Spiritually Anonymous)

my advice to young music majors

Next week, I’ll be graduating with my degree in music performance, and I’ve been thinking a lot about what I’ve learned, and some of the common issues I’ve witnessed or dealt with during my time here.

  • It’s okay not to know everything. If you knew everything, you wouldn’t need to be at school. You wouldn’t be at school. Don’t be embarrassed for not knowing everything, because you are at school to learn. (This might be my most important piece of advice.)
  • It’s okay to ask questions. See point two.
  • It is not okay to think you know everything. You don’t. See point two. You are not the hottest shit since sliced bread, at least not now.
  • Be open-minded as hell. Listen to weird music. Accept criticism openly. Accept compliments openly (this is just as important).
  • Drink coffee. All the time. It’ll help you play faster. Probably.
  • Have performance anxiety? Sure, eating bananas and taking deep breaths will help you, but the only way to overcome performance anxiety is to perform as much as you possibly can. Invite a friend or three into your practice room and perform your solo for them. Join ensembles. Take gigs. Treat your practice sessions like you would a performance. We practice playing music all the time, but we also have to practice performing.
  • Maria Schneider came to my school a while ago, and left me with this fantastic quote (which I paraphrase now): “When you’re stuck aiming for perfection, you sacrifice the freedom that comes with making mistakes and experimenting.” One of the best things that could have happened to me musically was when I messed up a passage in one of my vibraphone pieces in a lesson, and played really awkwardly and out of time. My teacher told me it was the hippest thing he’d heard, and to play the entire piece with that in mind. It was awesome.
  • Take frequent or as-needed breaks. Mental health, sleep, food, and socializing are all important. Don’t feel bad about taking a day or two off from practicing. Go to a party and dance/drink your ass off. Enjoy your time in school, because living it up is part of the college experience. Life is about balance.
  • On that note, burn out is real. I nearly dropped out last year for various reasons, but I chose to stick it out and this year, I have found a second wind even stronger than the first. I just needed a break - I took the summer off entirely from music. Sometimes people need a break, even if it’s from something they love. That’s perfectly fine. It does not make you a lesser human being or a lesser musician.
  • Also sort of on that note, if you’re having serious trouble with a certain piece or passage, take a break from it. Revisit it in a few days or so, and you may be surprised what your subconscious has done for you.
  • Analyze the music you play. Study the composer, look up program notes. Be an expert at what you do.
  • There is much much more to music than the Romantic era. Listen to medieval dances and Renaissance polyphony. Listen to Xenakis and Ligeti. Be a well-rounded musician.
  • Don’t be ashamed about listening to and enjoying music that isn’t “refined” or “cultured” according to your history textbook. There is much more to music than Mozart. Dance your ass off to Kesha. Enjoy what life has to offer, even if it isn’t the most intricate, sophisticated, or “classy” material. Life is too short to spend it avoiding the simple pleasures. (Also, you don’t want to be an elitist or a party-pooper.)
  • Along those lines, listen to and play music from those who are living. Music has to evolve with time, and if we want it to survive and thrive, we have to embrace music of the present just as much if not more than music of the past. While it is important to know the main themes from Beethoven’s symphonies and understand the importance of Schubert’s lieder, there is music being made today by people just as talented as the greats of the past, but they are greatly ignored because they are not Beethoven. Old music deserves appreciation, but it cannot be the focus of your musical studies.
  • Write new music. If you want. Or arrange music you like for your instrument or some cool ensemble. If you want.
  • Practice. Love what you do. Be unrelenting in your love for what you do.
  • Relax, you’re doing fine.
I don’t know which is worse: believing that I did it, or believing that you did this to me.

People have already talked about how profoundly this statement emphasizes Will’s attachment to Hannibal, and God it makes my heart hurt to hear him utter it, both for the tragedy of it for Will, and because it is the first time we’ve heard him openly voice his attachment to Hannibal…

But I want to talk for a minute about just how brilliantly manipulative this statement is. 

All through season 1, what Hannibal wanted above all else, what he was so curious about, was to see if Will could embrace the violent side of himself, the side that derives pleasure from envisioning murder and empathizing with the darkest parts of human nature. And Hannibal wanted this because he was lonely. He wanted a connection. He wanted a friend. 

As Hugh Dancy said at SDCC, Hannibal and Will are “two people who have been wandering their whole lives through a world in which they have not experienced really any viable form of connection with another human being…. And then they meet.”

And what does Hannibal do at this, one of the most pivotal moments of his own life? He allows his curiosity and his perversity to destroy the relationship, the only viable relationship he’s ever had. He wants Will to be a murderer so badly that he’s willing to risk everything for it, so that he can be truly seen by Will, who has both the capacity to understand him and the worthiness to receive Hannibal’s trust. Hannibal wants for his connection to be authentic and abiding and real.

Will now–finally–voices that he reciprocates Hannibal’s feelings of friendship and connection. Hannibal must face that he gave away the one truly good thing in his life. And Will simultaneously reminds him that the relationship is tainted by his lack of trust, so Hannibal is going to have to work, understandably so, very hard to try to get it back. 

At the same time, Will also says that Hannibal’s friendship is so desirable to Will, the connection between them so precious, that Will would almost rather have that connection than be innocent. Will might prefer to be a killer because Hannibal means that much to him. It’s murder and friendship all wrapped up in one.

It’s everything Hannibal’s ever wanted. 

Subtly, Will is presenting Hannibal with the closest and dearest desires of Hannibal’s heart, hinting but not promising, tempting him, luring him, drawing him in.

The words may be true, but they’re no less manipulative for that. 

ticklishsoccerlee  asked:

Harry and Hermione? (Huge Potter head if you haven't noticed)❤️❤️

Yes! That, I can definitely do! I’m a big fan of the series as well :D

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

Harry and Hermione have an incredibly unique dynamic when it comes to tickling. Of course, the inevitable playfulness and giddy childishness is present, but as the years go by, there’s something else below the surface. It’s a way for them to let go, to disregard the turbulent nature of the present and embrace the carefree jubilation of times long since past.

Hermione is the more ticklish of the two, and there are no shortage of times when she stressed just a bit too hard over an OWL and Harry felt the need to pin her down and scribble his fingers across all her sensitive spots to give her a rush of endorphins and relax her more than words of comfort were capable of. She’s also fairly easy to trap when it comes to tickle hugs, mostly because she finds them extremely pleasant and fun, so Harry takes immense joy in wrapping his arms around her and slowly spidering his fingers up and down her sides until she’s giggling and squirming. Those situations tend to devolve into a tickle fight fairly quickly, but Harry isn’t above letting her win if he’s had a particularly unbearable day.

Harry, while somewhat less ticklish, makes up for that fact by enjoying being tickled more. He’ll often let Hermione get the upper hand just because the feeling of a loving, affectionate touch is something so absent from his life and the mere act of tickling is just so fun and enjoyable, he craves it more than he’s likely to admit. Being called out on how much he enjoys it never fails to make him blush and stutter, but Hermione will usually cut his protests off by digging into his neck or ribs and ensuring the Boy Who Lived is also the Boy Who Laughed.

They have undeniable chemistry and always know how to lift one another’s spirits, and really, that’s all that matters in the end <3

Good Enough (b8)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight;part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; part fourteen; part fifteen; part sixteen; part seventeen; part eighteen; part nineteen; part twenty; part twenty one; part twenty two; part twenty three; part twenty four; epilogue.

bonus scenes: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

You woke up abruptly to a heavy weight jumping on your stomach. Reaching out in the air, you found one of the giggling culprits and wrestled them onto the bed beside you, finding their weak spots and tickling them into submission. “I thought we agreed no bed jumping this year,” you muttered sleepily, trying to stifle your wriggling children by pulling the covers up over your shoulders. You didn’t know what time it was but it was definitely too early.

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anonymous asked:

Oh oh can you do a bit about how each member of STARISH would react to a birthday present from their s/o?

(( Ahahahahha It’s finally here! Sorry if I’m slow with my responses ^-^;;; I hope you all enjoy it and that it’s not too OOC!  I honestly started to blush at all the fluff while typing this out…. .///////////. -Admin Pocky)) 

STARISH

Natsuki:

Natsuki walked up to them, to see a cute expression on their face as they held a present for him in their hands.
“Happy Birthday Natsuki!” they said, greeting him cheerfully.
“Uwaaa,  ____-chan you’re so cute! Is this present for me?” Natsuki asked excitedly, unable to contain his excitement. Smiling widely, he picked them up into a spinning hug before setting them back down to give them a quick kiss on the cheek and forehead. “Thank you for the best birthday ever ___-chan” he said softly, as he scooped them up into one more big hug.

Tokiya:

Tokiya’s eyes widened in surprise when he came home to them holding a cutely wrapped present box and a birthday card. His lips curved upwards and his eyes softened in joy. He had been so caught up in work that he almost forgotten about his own birthday.
“You didn’t have to do this much _____.” he said sweetly, setting the box aside momentarily.  He pulled them into a hug and pressed his lips on theirs. “Thank you so much…_____.” He whispered softly into their ears, continuing to hold them closely. 

Cecil:

Cecil had been peacefully resting in a tree, until he had awoken to the sound of his name echoing through the trees. He recognized the voice immediately, and rushed to them at full speed. “Yes, my princess?” he answered, about to grab their hand for a kiss until he noticed that they were holding a cutely wrapped present in their hands.
“Happy Birthday Cecil!”
they greeted, holding the present out in front of Cecil. A warm smile formed on his face as he graciously accepted the present. 
“Thank you so much, ______.” he said sincerely, closing the distance between them. He lifted their chin, and looked into their eyes admiringly before his lips touched theirs. “The muses have truly blessed me, allowing me to be with someone as kind and beautiful as you, _____” He whispered into their ear, holding them in a warm embrace. 

Ren:

Ren was walking around for a nice relaxing stroll and noticed ____, frantically fiddling around with what looked to be a present box. He sneaked up behind them and rested his chin on their shoulder, curious about what had them so worked up.
“A present for me little lamb?” he whispered softly into their ear causing their face to flush a bright pink. They turned around slowly to face Ren with a smile plastered on their face. 
“Of course it’s for you! It’s your birthday isn’t it?” they responded, placing the gift in his hand. He shifted back slightly, surprised that they remembered it was his birthday. Delighted by the gift, a tender smile formed on his lips as he wrapped him arms around them. 
“Thank you so much, Lady” he said softly before leaning in for a slow, yet gentle kiss. “Now…. How shall I return the favor?” he said seductively, resting his forehead on theirs, waiting for an answer… 

Otoya:

“Happy Birthday Otoya!” they said happily holding a present box in their hands, surprising the redhead. He hasn’t received a birthday present since he had left the orphanage for Saotome Academy. The corners of his lips jumped upward into a wide childish grin and his eyes brightened as he accepted the present. 
“You remembered! Thank you so much _____!” he said cheerfully pulling them into a hug before running around to tell everyone how sweet they were for getting him an awesome birthday present. 

Syo:

“_____? What do you have behind you?” he asked, curious about what they were trying to hide. He walked up to them to take a closer look and noticed that it was a gift bag with a tag that said Happy Birthday Syo . His cheeks heated up  and he couldn’t help but think about how lucky of a guy he was to have someone like them in his life. Nobody except for his twin brother Kaoru and Natsuki ever remembered his birthday.
“Happy Birthday Syo-kun!!” they said joyously, handing the gift bag to Syo.
“First, Kaoru, now you too…..” He sighed, looking down and rubbing the back of is head, trying not to look overly excited. “Aww you didn’t have to! Whoah is that what I think it is?! “ He exclaimed, a wide grin forming on his face.  Syo pulled them into a hug, with a pinkish hue glowing from his cheeks. “Thank you ___.” He said before he tiled his head to give them a short kiss on the forehead. 

Masato:

Masato had not been used to celebrating his date of birth, due to his strict upbringing as the eldest son and scion of the Hijirikawa Group. When he saw that ___ brought him a birthday present, he was especially surprised. 
“Happy Birthday Masa-kun!” they said happily holding the gift in their hands.
“You did not have to trouble yourself for me ___….”  He said with hesitation, trying to hide the sheer joy that he was feeling. Just the thought of them remembering his birthday was almost enough to make his heart burst. “I don’t think I’m deserving of such a gift.”
“No, Please take it! It’s your birthday after all, and I want you to be happy!” they argued, nudging their arm, silently insisting that he accept it already.
The corners of his lips started to curve up as he looked at them softly. Unable to further contain himself he wrapped them in a warm embrace, humbly accepting their present. 
“___, Thank you so much. Receiving such a gift makes me incredibly overjoyed.” he said in a low tone that only they could hear. 

🎄♫ Work Song- Hozier// Marauders Era: Sirius Black x Reader

Request: hey if you’re taking requests can you do a music imagine for the song “work song” by hozier with sirius with either reader or remus, live your writing by the way!

It’s Christmas Day. She is on his mind as he sits at a lengthy table, surrounded by people he is forced to call family, despite the hatred he hides for them in his young heart. The food has no taste and the songs have no melody, the bright lights seem dim and the mindless chatter is a simple blur of white noise as his thoughts wander far, far away and into her innocent, kind arms. Sirius Black is freshly thirteen, and already his mind fights with his heart and he’ll do anything to pull away from here and go where his soul wants to take him.


It’s Christmas Day. He reads her words as they pour off the parchment and stick to his skin, bringing a smile upon his tired face and fixing the cracks in his fragile mind. His name is called by a woman he loathes, and he has no choice but to follow her voice and sit amongst strangers with which he shares blood and nothing else. Sirius Black is fourteen, and he’s close to going insane in the trap that is the house where he grew up.


It’s Christmas Day. She sprayed her perfume on his sweater before they left, and her scent makes time stop and the world seem like a picturesque snow globe, because nothing could possibly be bad when even a tiny piece of her is with him. His name is called, but he simply locks the door, because she gives him strength to get away from the horrors that this place plays in his mind. Sirius Black is fifteen, and he has decided that he won’t be stifled anymore, and that he will find a way to her no matter what it takes, because she has taken over him in the most beautiful of ways, the kind that Shakespeare describes in his tragedies.


It’s Christmas Day. Hearts have been broken and harsh words have been said, but it seems to have been years ago, and now everything is more than okay. Flames happily crackle in the fireplace, and cast a glow on the wrapped presents under the massive Christmas tree, covered in baubles and tinsel, and, despite the lack of magic, looking enchanted. She is by his side and in every fiber of his being, he is beyond full of her and he hopes that never changes as he places a kiss on her forehead, met with a beaming smile. She excitedly claps as he opens his present, and embraces him tightly as he pulls out a dark leather jacket, smiling widely and thanking her by pressing his lips to hers. Sirius Black is sixteen, and he found a way out of hell and into Dante’s Paradiso, lurking in her eyes and on the tips of her fingers.


It’s Christmas Day. She is sitting by the fire, reading a book, a contented smile on her face, a small bump on her belly. The glimmer of fairy lights from the tree makes her look like a vision, glowing calmly, a sparkle hiding in her eyes. He looks at her with love in his eyes, at her and the life that she holds so carefully. There is no bigger beauty in the world, he thinks, no, he knows, as he admires the glare that the fire casts onto her figure and the slope of her nose, the curve of her lips and the halo of eyelashes surrounding her y/e/c eyes. Sirius Black is twenty, and next Christmas Day, he’ll hear the pitter patter of little feet at dawn and have a family his heart doesn’t ache to run away from.

Alive

Originally posted by ginterwonderland

This is a part two to Neighbours, but it can be read as a standalone imagine/fic. 

___

Being the new girl was something Ellie had never really experienced before, she had lived a cushy life in her hometown and had never really ventured out of it other than holiday’s. So when she moved to Dortmund she was unfamiliar with everything. Everyone she knew outside of University she had met through Erik.

He had dragged her all over Dortmund and introduced her to everyone he knew. Her title had become ‘Erik’s Friend’ and she wasn’t sure if anyone knew her actual name. Although, Dortmund was as amazing as he had made it out to be when they first met. Ellie was pretty sure that she had seen every single inch of Dortmund.

Well other than Signal Iduna Park.

Erik insisted that the first time she would see the magnificent stadium would be when he was fit to play. At first Ellie thought he was joking but that thought was quickly shut down when Erik ceased to take her to the first game of the season. He would happily watch it on TV with her and help her memorise all of his teammates names, quickly converting her into an avid Bundesliga watcher and a true Dortmund fan.

“So the guy with the long black hair is Hummels? And the tall guy with spiky hair is Lewandoski?”

“You got it.” Erik smiled.

“Snakes.” Erik could only laugh at her short statement as they were reclining on her small sofa. The pair had quickly become close as Ellie was reluctant to bond heavily with the people in her classes, quite intimidated by all of them, so Erik was her go-to-guy for everything.

Although the time they spent together was lessening as Erik became more integrated into the squad as his return loomed closer and as Ellie was actually trying to make friends, they still texted constantly and snapchatted and even called occasionally but whenever it happened the phone was always stolen off Erik by one of his teammates. Even after three months of living in Dortmund Erik still had to introduce her to his teammates.

“Who’s that?” Ellie pointed on the screen as the pair were watching reruns of last season’s games.

“That’s Mario Gotze, you know the one who scored the World Cup final goal?”

“Snake.”

No no El. He moved back to Dortmund, he’s not a snake.” Erik explained, laughing at her immediate labeling of Bayern players. Ellie just pouted and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. The pair of them had been watching Bundesliga replays for their own separate reasons: Erik was sizing up his opponents and Ellie was trying to learn his opponents before his return the following weekend, against Bayern.

When the day came Ellie was buzzing with excitement. Erik had gifted her a Dortmund shirt with his name and number on the back specially for the game and obviously, she was wearing it. After five minutes of arriving at Signal Iduna Park Ellie was already seeing why Erik adored the club so much. She had received strict instructions from Erik to go to ‘Gelbe Wand Burger’, supposedly the best burgers in Dortmund and sadly Ellie couldn’t disagree. 

They were heaven in a bun with a shit load of ketchup on.

As she entered the inside of the stadium she was in awe of the capacity. Yellow was everywhere and it had never looked so good. Of course there was the disgusting sprinkle of Bayern red but she could overlook that.

She was right by the side of the pitch, basically next to where the players were warming up. As soon as Erik saw her he spoke a few words to Tuchel and gestured over to her, receiving a swift nod. When he received the nod he immediately jogged over to her, jumping the barrier. He embraced her quickly. ”You made it.” Ellie just nodded into his chest. Their hug was quickly disrupted by Erik being pulled back by two men she recognised as Auba, as Erik had fondly nicknamed him, and Marco Reus.

“This must be Ellie.” Marco nodded towards the girl and received a nod back. He stuck his hand out. “I’m Marco Reus, the one that listened to Erik go on and on about you while we were doing physio together.” Erik shook his head, his cheeks quickly turning crimson red. Ellie giggled and shook his hand.

“And I am Pierre Emerick Aubameyang.” He said, bowing dramatically.

“Pleasure to meet you. Erik’s told me a lot about you both.” She smiled in her typical caring manner and Erik wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. She subconsciously leaned into him, welcoming his familiar smell and his ever present warmth.

Their embrace was soon interrupted by Tuchel’s loud whistle over to the three players. They saw their teammates walking in for the pre-game team talk and Pierre and Marco walked in. “You should go Erik.” She smiled, unwrapping his arm from her shoulder. He whined from the loss of contact he suffered from her.

“I don’t wannaaaa.” He whined at her and she pushed him up off her shoulder.

“Seriously Erik? I have not been listening to you complain since June for you to say you don’t wanna. Get your butt into that changing room and go kick some Bayern Munich butt!” She pep talked him and he laughed.

“Don’t I get a goodbye hug?” Erik pouted and Ellie did her signature eye roll before pulling him into a hug.

“Good luck you big oaf.” She giggled and he leant down to kiss her cheek, a regular occurrence between them. She moved her face at the last minute and their lips met.

Neither of them pulled away.

Erik wrapped both his arms round her waist, bringing her closer and squeezing her sides. She stepped into his embrace, placing a hand on his neck and the other on his cheek, caressing his soft skin. Their first kiss was soft and gentle but with a perfect mix of tenderness and expression. Unfortunately they were forced to pull apart and their cheeks were equally red. Erik, always awkward with girls, simply kissed the top of her head and jogged off.

“Good luck Durm!!” She yelled after him, making him turn around and blow her a kiss.

You are never going to be younger than you are in this moment. This is the oldest you’ve ever been and there’s no going back. Only forward. Sometimes you will wish with all your might that you could go back and do things differently. You can’t. Embrace every moment. You never know what’s going to happen tomorrow. Don’t waste today thinking about yesterday, worrying about tomorrow. You are alive in this moment. Embrace every second