Do you know like we were saying, about the earth revolving? It’s like when you’re a kid, the first time they tell you that the world is turning and you just can’t quite believe it ‘cause everything looks like it’s standing still. I can feel it. The turn of the earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour. The entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty seven thousand miles an hour. And I can feel it. We’re falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world.
A relationship is like a slow dance. Every movement must be taken carefully and in consideration of the partner’s and a single misstep can often result in disaster. But when a couple dedicates themselves to perfecting this performance, to the pursuit of intimately knowing each other, the result is devastatingly beautiful.
Selflessness and compromise meet together like clasped hands. While trust and loyalty lock like a love-struck gaze. Care and understanding bear each challenge with mastery and poise, like pairs of nimble feet spinning gracefully across a dance floor. As one partner bends, the other bows. As one partner falls, the other reaches out to catch her.
When a relationship works, it is effortless and fluid—a meticulously choreographed pirouette between two partnered souls in perfect balance.
I am officially accepting this as Victor’s Tragic Backstory™
because what’s more tragic than being seduced off your socks by this cute savage man who just danced you stupid in love and having him invite you to his house and making a possibly career-ending decision because he asked you to and then having that cute savage man who just danced you stupid in love completely forget about it.
You look up at the sound of your name, eyes widening. That voice. You know that voice.
You turn around just in time to catch a glimpse of your lover’s face before he crashes into you, lifting you off of your feet and spinning you around. “Aragorn?” you mumble in disbelief.
When he sets you down, he keeps you pressed against him, and you’re grateful for that. The feeling of his strong hands on your waist is heavenly. You cup his face in your hands as tears well up in your eyes. “Is it really you?”
“It’s me, love, it’s me,” he confirms. You gasp and crush your mouth against his, tears now flowing freely down your face. He’s alive, stars he’s alive.
make me choose:asked by anonymous
→friends or doctor who? “It’s like when you’re a kid. The first time they tell you that the world’s turning and you just can’t quite believe it ‘cause everything looks like it’s standing still… I can feel it: the turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at 1,000 miles an hour and the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at 67,000 miles an hour, and I can feel it. We’re falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go… That’s who I am.
The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour. The entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty seven thousand miles an hour. And I can feel it. We’re falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world. And, if we let go… That’s who I am. Now forget me, Rose Tyler. Go home.
being part dog has its perks, mostly for me because whenever i toss something
away your eyes follow it and you perk up like you want to chase it but restrict
yourself and its honestly the cutest fucking thing ive ever seen” for Barry
allen with the reader as the werewolf” -anon
You all enjoyed my Kylo Headcanons so have some for this cute space pilot. Feel free to request for fics and headcanons!
-Poe makes you blush all the time, from really sweet sensitive things about you that you hold close, to things that get you hot and bothered. You can always count on him to make you embarrassed and giggly.
-He is so proud of you being his significant other. He either shows you off to everyone who is around, or if you are not with him he will talk about how amazing you are and how he is so lucky to have you.
-When he gets back from a mission, he instantly runs over to you picking you up off your feet, spinning you around, laughing saying “I told you I could do it!”. When he puts you back on the ground, he pulls you into a soft kiss.
-He is so passionate about what he does; he talks with fondness and admiration for what he loves. When he talks about piloting he talks about even though it’s hard, and has to go through so much loss, he wouldn’t ever change a thing.
-BB-8 would really take a liking to you, and you would overhear Poe and BB-8 talking and conversations were quite funny “Hey!” “*Beep Boop!!!*” “BB-8, I’m dating (Y/N)!”
-Him sneaking a plane out of the base, and taking you to a planet to have a romantic date, or just to fly around the galaxy with him.
-He calls you things like baby, beautiful, and love.
-Imagine helping him around the Resistance Base, and Leia smiling at you two because of how great you two work together.
-C-3PO INTERRUPTING YOU TWO WHEN YOU ARE ABOUT TO KISS, AND THEN HE REALIZES WHAT HE DID AND APOLOGIZES AND WALKS AWAY NORMALLY.
-All of Poe’s squadron loves you; they treat you just like family and are always supportive of you and Poe.
-Poe has a pretty big mouth, which can often lead him into trouble, which you usually end up getting him out of.
-Having to help Poe through his struggles of trying to be the perfect leader. “You did everything you could do, Poe, you have to realize that no one is perfect and you did the very best that you could, and I am so proud of you for that”, and Poe, with tears softly falling down his face, quietly whispers “Thank you (Y/N), I love you more than words can speak”.
“It’s like when you’re a kid. The first time they tell you that the world’s turning and you just can’t quite believe it because everything looks like it’s standing still. I can feel it. The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at 1,000 miles an hour and the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at 67,000 miles an hour, and I can feel it. We’re falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go… that’s who I am.”
9th part of my DW project. Christopher Eccleston was my first Doctor - and even if I don’t count him as one of my favourites among the thirteen of them, he still has a special place in my heart(s). He is a sum-up of what every Doctor should be - able to making you burst out of laughter and then bring tears to your eyes from one minute to the other. He inspires me with powerful feelings everytime I watch one of his episodes and I only wish he’s had more screen time.
“do you know like we were saying about the earth revolving? it’s like when you were a kid. the first time they tell you the world’s turning and you just can’t quite believe it because everything looks like it’s standing still. i can feel it. the turn of the earth. the ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour, and the entire planet is hurtling round the sun at sixty seven thousand miles an hour, and i can feel it. we’re falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go… that’s who i am.” doctor who
calum would be such a cheeky guy to live with like he’d definitely be the kind of guy to screw all the jars in the kitchen really tight so you have to ask him to undo them and he’d love to see you try to reach the top shelves and your shirt would ride up and your stomach would show and he’d wrap his arms around your waist and pinch the skin near the waistband of your shorts and he’d turn you around so he could kiss you properly and you never really do because he’s laughing too hard and he keeps knocking your forehead with his and his lips taste a little like chocolate and a little like beer and he’d lift you up off your feet and spin you around while both of you turn into giggling messes in the middle of the kitchen
Korea: 2 JUMPS TIMES THREE SLIDES TO THE TEN AND A HALF POWER, AND 25 SPINS TO THE LEFT, SUBTRACT FROM YOUR AGE AND YOU’LL GET THE NUMBER OF BACKFLIPS YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO EXECUTE, ADD 30 MORE HIP THRUSTS, TURN LEFT ABOUT TWO AND A HALF TIMES, GET TWO MORE MEMBERS AND BACKFLIP OVER THEM, MULTIPLY THE MOVEMENT OF YOUR FEET BY 11, DROP TO THE FLOOR, DO THE WORM, JUMP UP ABOUT THREE FEET FROM THE GROUND, SPIN THREE TIMES AND YOUR DONE
Do you know like we were saying, about the earth revolving? It’s like when you’re a kid, the first time they tell you that the world is turning and you just can’t quite believe it ‘cause everything looks like it’s standing still. I can feel it…the turn of the earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour. The entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty-seven thousand miles an hour. And I can feel it. We’re falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world.
“Ok, LaSalle, you can do this. Suck it up. She’s your girlfriend and you love her.”
Chris splashes some cold water onto his face and looks back at his reflection in the mirror. He’d been trying to psych himself up to ask you to marry him for a while, and today was the day he was finally gonna do it.
“You love her and you know without a doubt that she loves you.”
“Who loves you?”
You smile and lean against the bathroom doorframe, looking at him. He jumps about ten feet high and spins to look at you, his face turning an impressive shade of crimson.
“Oh, uh…um well you…”
You laugh softly.
“Yeah, it just so happens that I do love you, hunny bunny.”
He groans and laughs at the pet name you only use when you want to annoy or embarrass him. You wink and go over, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his chest. He holds you close and kisses the top of your head as you listen to his heart beat. He finally takes a deep breath and pulls away enough from you to tip your chin up and look into your eyes.
“Hey. Um, what do you think about getting hitched.”
You look at him a long moment.
“I mean to me. Getting hitched to me.”
You burst out laughing and kiss him hard. The man you love, proposing to you in the bathroom of the house you share…you couldn’t think of a more LaSalle way for him to propose.
Using my feet, I spin circles in the rotating desk chair I’m currently occupying. My computer is mocking me, the screen flashing the homework I’m not going to be able to complete by tomorrow. This is the hardest homework I’ve ever had in this stupid college course and I thought it was due in a couple days, but I was wrong. BECAUSE IT’S DUE TOMORROW.
I wouldn’t say I’m a slacker, but I do put things off until last minute. It’s not the smartest idea, I know, but usually it works for me. When I’m stressed or in a hurry, I seem to work better. I’m starting to rethink my homework priorities now.
Letting go of an over exaggerated sigh, I lean my head back against the chair. I search my brain for answers or at least something that’ll able me to finish my work, but I receive nothing. The sudden stinging pain in my abdomen shifts my attention away from my homework. It feels as if multiple knifes are digging into my side.
Cramps. That’s what this is. It’s that time of the month and I can’t go one day without cramps during it. Wrapping my arm tightly around my waist, I attempt to stifle the pain. It doesn’t help because eventually, I’m forced to lean over in my seat, clutching my stomach tightly.
This has to be the worst day ever. First, this morning on the way to my morning class, I managed to trip over a tiny crack in the sidewalk and spill coffee all over my new shirt. Guess what that meant? I had to run home, change my clothes, and still make it to class on time. My legs are now sore from sprinting back and forth across campus. I’m not even going to bring up the weird looks I got from my fellow students.
The sprint home was even longer because I don’t live on my college’s campus. Yes, I live in walking distance so I usually make my way to class on foot and count it as my daily exercise, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy to go back home and make it to class on time in ten minutes flat. No possible way.
Did I make it to class on time? No, I certainly did not. Frankly, I was so late, the professor told me to leave and to only come back when I figured out how to be on time. It sucks living off campus, but it also has it’s perks. Actually, it’s only one perk. My boyfriend, Youngjae, who I share an apartment with. That’s literally the only perk of being in college right now.
Pushing myself out of my desk chair, I make my way towards the small kitchen in Youngjae and I’s apartment. I desperately need some medicine for these cramps. I feel like I could die any minute. Yes, I’m being dramatic but I could care less.
Opening cabinet after cabinet, I find what I’m searching for. Twisting open the cap of the pill bottle, I’m disappointed by what I see. The bottle is empty. That means I have no medicine. That means I’m going to have to suffer.
Letting my anger get the best of me, I chuck the bottle at the wall, kicking the cabinet before me with my foot. The sharp pain that runs through my foot instantly causes me to regret my rash action. I had forgot that I’m bare footed. Falling to the ground, I bury my face in my hands. The tears flow out of my eyes, releasing all the stress I’ve been holding inside.
A click of the front door signals someone’s home. It can only be Youngjae. Oh lord. He can’t see me like this. He already worries about my well being enough. I try to haul myself off the ground, but putting my weight on my foot hurts like hell. Plopping back on the ground with a loud thud, I cover my face again, waiting for my boyfriend to walk in and notice me.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” I can hear Youngjae’s shouting from the front door. Another thud signals he’s dropped his bag to the ground and I can hear his hurried footsteps. I can tell anxiety is rushing through him just from the sounds of his footsteps.
When he comes into view, I stay quiet, knowing he’s going to find me eventually. I’m not in the mood to talk. Much less get someone’s attention. As I predicted, Youngjae turns quickly in my direction, already prepared to sprint to any location in the house. His eyes land on me and his eyes soften. When he notices my condition, my foot bleeding and my puffy eyes, his eyes fill with his own tears.
He hurriedly jogs to me, falling into his knees beside my shaking form. I feel so small right now and there’s no way to stop the shivers that shake through my core. Placing a warm hand on my foot, concern takes over Youngjae’s expression. “Did you hurt yourself?”
Nodding my head, more tears flow down my cheeks because I can’t hold them back anymore. I feel like wave after wave of emotions are repeatedly hitting me. “I don’t understand. Was this an accident?” Youngjae asks, moving to dig for bandages under the sink. Finding a bandage, he scoots towards me again, gently wrapping the bandage around my already swollen foot. After he’s finished securing the bandage, he places a careful kiss on my foot before laying it back on the tile floor.
“It wasn’t really an accident, but I didn’t actually mean to hurt myself. I was just frustrated.” I mumble, averting my eyes from his. My chin is then tilted up, Youngjae’s lips meeting mine for a split second. “What were you frustrated about? Is it schoolwork again because I told you I would try to help.”
“Youngjae, I’ve had the worst possible day ever. I’ve been on the verge of breaking down since I woke up. I spilt coffee on myself, I was late to class, the professor snapped at me, I have no idea where to begin with my homework, I have cramps, and then I don’t even have any medicine for my cramps.” My words quickly turn to mumbles that turn into sobs.
Youngjae’s hand finds its way to my back and it rubs soothingly up and down my spine. The action provides more comfort than he knows. “Well let’s calm down and figure something out. First of all, you’ll professor will get over you being late because you’re a smart girl and a great student. Second, I can help you with your homework and there’s google for a reason. Third, I’ll go out and buy you medicine for your cramps and you can take a little nap while I’m gone.” Youngjae offers. I know he would do anything to make me happy. That little fact makes my heart melt.
A smile brightens my tear stained face and a matching grin forms on Youngjae’s. Helping me off the ground, he practically carries me to our shared room. Tucking me in and pulling the covers over my shoulders, he kisses my forehead. “I’ll be back soon, my love.” -Admin Minnie