finally have internet to post this

I'm going to go on a little rant ya'll

So I went to Yellowcard’s last show the other night and yes I finally met Luke! It’s a wild story but to cut it short, there is a picture I had taken of Luke at one point during the night and I’ve been seeing it around the internet from update pages posting it without my permission since I had only shared it to a friend on twitter. That’s what I get when posting something like that but it was only between the 2 of us and I’m kinda pissed that these pages have been taking it without my permission and not gonna lie having that picture floating around makes me upset with myself because it feels like I violated Luke’s privacy and I shouldn’t have taken it in the first place, it’s not too bad it’s from afar but still. Luke was such a sweetheart to my friends and I and I feel like I just ruined the moment by wanting to have proof 😔 so fam in the future, just ask the boys for a photo with them and don’t be taking creepy ones of them from afar, I think sometimes we forget that they’re human and it’s not right to be taking weird photos like that.

🚨PLEASE READ🚨

This is going to sound really desperate
But please read all of it.

My parents have been denying me a cat for the last eight years. I have made powerpoints and have even pulled up free kittens on the Internet in hopes of getting one. They said if I get 6,000 likes I could finally have one, but that’s absolutely impossible. But I would still really appreciate if you would like and reblog this so maybe if I get enough they can reconsider. I know there are a lot more important issues on here but please take a minute if your time and like or reblog.

UPDATE!!! I GOT THE KITTEN!!!

WOOO!!! Miraculous Ladybug is officially exclusively on Netflix! I’m happy to finally be able to watch all these eps in peace without having to scour the internet looking for them. I’m glad Nickelodeon lost the rights since honestly they only really respect Spongebob and didn’t air the episodes at good times or anything so I couldn’t support the show. I do feel bad for those of us that can’t afford Netflix but hopefully through friends and posts online, you’ll still be able to enjoy the show :)

seeing young teenagers embracing 2007 internet culture/aesthetic/speak in the kidcore/rainbowcore/kiddycore communities is such a beautiful thing. i think its beautiful because ive been around since 2007, and those years were golden for kids having fun and being themselves. the growth of the internet in the last ten years has provided lots of things, some of it being positive, but a lot unfortunately has become a cesspool of hatred.

between teenagers and adults alike on social media, nowadays kids are introduced to this hatred and darkness of the world early on with such easy access to it and it drives them into unhealthy behaviors and mindsets, such as suicide baiting/callout culture (NOT referring to calling out people who actually do very bad harmful things- such as pedophiles, suicide baiters, racist/neo-nazis/etc- making people aware of when they do bad things is good- but i mean the sorts who send hate and suicide bait to innocent 13 year olds over saying something wrong once and stalk them down repeatedly and bully them into suicide and self-harm etc.)

this is what kids are exposed to nowadays, and in these safe communities, people are embracing what redditors/4channers make fun of and call “cringey” and being themselves because it makes them happy. not only this, but kids in these communities moderate themselves and keep out NSFW/kink bloggers that sexualize children and create boundaries to keep their internet exposure safe, because theyre mature enough to do so. these kids embrace this time because its nostalgic and comforting, and has no super bad associations other than those who called it cringey and edgy all these years. the only bad people in these spaces are those who try to invade them.

let people use scene/l33t speak, use XD unironically, and make bright eyebleeding dog OCs. let them love nightcore. just let them enjoy this while they still can, for the love of god. and if they dont grow out of it (like i didnt) leave them be. a majority of these kids are lgbt, autistic, and trauma victims just trying to cope, and then there are just other kids who do it because it makes them happy. they arent harming anyone. if you bully them, you are.

PSA

As a writer in the fanfiction community, there is something that has been bothering me for a while now and I think it’s time I finally address it. Often, I hold back my opinions and thoughts on the internet because I want to be that blog that people can come to when they’re having a hard day just to smile. But lately, I’ve been so tired. 
Writing has been something that I’ve been doing since I was little. It’s been something that I can do to wind down, something that takes my mind off of the pressures of life and to just create a world where everything can be good and pure. Often I even like to base my own stories around my experiences, just to get my midnight thoughts out. I love sharing them with you guys. The feedback is something that gets me through the day and something that makes me feel like I can get through anything. 
But. Lately, there has been something on my mind as some of you may have seen the past few days when I uploaded my most recent fic. It’s not something that would typically bother me at all, but this time, it’s been overwhelming with the amount of feedback I’ve gotten, and while it’s all been good feedback, it’s not been necessarily positive. Instead of streams of messages saying how much people liked my fic, I’ve gotten an overwhelming amount of people demanding me for a sequel. Sometimes people have completely skipped over the whole ‘wow i liked this thing you did a great write’ and went straight to ‘if you dont make a sequel i will seriously delete my account’. While I appreciate the intent of the message, it doesn’t make me feel very good. It makes me feel even worse when I’ve had to put a message in the author’s note of the fic not to pressure me for a sequel, as well as make many posts about the same topic, and people completely disregard it. And not because they haven’t seen my messages either. 
My fics for the phandom are gifts for everyone. I don’t get paid to write, no matter how much I wish I did. I have a life outside of the phandom. I attend full time at a university where I put all of my time and effort into writing research papers that are up to 20 pages long, while working full time as a waitress at a restaurant just to pay off my ridiculously expensive tuition. Things are stressful. Life is stressful. And writing is usually a way that I can escape all of that. 
This is why I’m so upset about it, I guess. Because when I write, I try to escape all of the pressures of life. And while I understand completely that posting on the internet will come along with bad things, I also don’t really think that justifies pressuring authors for more content when they are just trying to write things that they enjoy. 
My dearest friend @insanityplaysfics has written a post like this, which you can find here. Ever since she posted that, she’s been getting hate telling her she’s a bad writer and nobody would care if she deleted. This is unacceptable and makes me ashamed to be a part of this community that can be so full of hate towards people who are trying to escape life by doing something they love.
Appreciate writers. Appreciate artists. Appreciate everybody who gives the community content without ever asking for anything in return. Without them, there would be no fandoms. 
I guess in the end what I’m trying to say is just to please spread positivity to everybody who gives you the fanfic that you read. Pressuring fic writers or artists to write something that they don’t necessarily want to write is not the way to go and is actually extremely toxic. It makes wonderful people delete their blogs and makes their safe place not so safe anymore. We have lives and jobs and school and writing/making art is so very hard.
I’m half asleep because it’s two in the morning but I hope this didn’t come out in the wrong way. I love you all. I’m just very tired.

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Okay so here’s the lowdown. I found 4 sets of medium format negatives while I was thrift shop hunting a few weeks ago. They were sitting in a box of old vintage photographs in these plastic sleeves, and from what I could tell, they had been taken sometime in the 50’s. So obviously I brought them home, and today finally had them scanned in, and holy wow they are beautiful!!

NOW this is where I need the Internet’s help. I would absolutely love to find the women in these photographs/the photographer who took them. The only info I have is that the negatives were found in a thrift store on Hull St in Richmond, VA. They are medium format, and judging by the style of dress, made in 1940-1950. The owner of the thrift store had no idea where they came from. I’m posting the best/clearest scans of the images, so if y'all could reblog the shit out of this, I’m hoping we can find the owners of these amazing images.

Food + How To Order - Part 3

Hey guys, it’s finally the last (and probably most important) post in my mini-series, which will be on how to order food in Japan! I hope you enjoyed this mini-series and found it useful, I had a lot of fun planning all these posts and wouldn’t mind doing it again! This post will look at the kind of questions you might be asked and how to answer them, as well as some questions that you might have! Also, I’m sorry that this post came last as I’ve recently been travelling and haven’t had a good internet connection!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Vocab:
Dessert・デザート
Excuse me・すみません
Main・メイン
Menu・メニュー
Sauce・ソース
Side dish・ サイドディッシュ
Starter・前菜・ぜんさい
Thank you for this meal (before)・いただきます
Thank you for this meal (after)・ごちそうさまでした
Waiter / Waitress・ウェイター
Welcome・いらしゃいませ

Expressions:
How many people?・何名様ですか。
Two people.・二人です
Please sit here.・こちらへどうぞ。
Here’s the menu.・メニューになります。
Do you have an English menu?・英語のメニューはありますか。
Do you have a vegetarian menu?・ベジタリアンメニューはありますか。 

What would you like to drink?・お飲み物はいかがいたしますか。
Coke, please.・コーラをお願いします。
Are you ready to order?・ご注文はお決まりですか?
What would you like to order?・何を召し上がりますか。
What would you like?・何になさいますか。 

One moment please.・もう少し待ってください。
I don’t know yet.・まだ決めていません。
What’s this?・これは何ですか。
What do you recommend?・お勧めは何ですか? 

I’ll have this (while pointing at the menu).・これにします。
I’ll have this one and this one(while pointing at the menu).・これとこれにします。
The same, please.・同じ物をお願いします。
Two plates of curry, please.・カレーを二つお願いします。 

Can I change my order?・注文を変えてもいいですか。
I didn’t order this!・これは注文していません。
Can I have this without cheese?・チーズを抜きにしてもらえますか。 

How would you like your steak?・ステーキの焼き加減はどうなさいますか?
Medium rare, please.・ミディアムレアでお願いします。 

Finished?・食べ終わりましたか?
May I take your plate?・お皿をお下げしてもよろしいですか?
Yes, please.・はい、どうぞ
Not yet.・いいえ、まだです。 

Can I have the bill, please?・お勘定をお願いします。
How much is it?・(お)いくらですか。
We will pay together.・一緒にお願いします。
We will pay separately.・別々にお願いします。

Spanish Text Talk Phrases

So, for those of you who don’t know, I went on a search for quite a while for Spanish text talk / internet slang that Spanish-speaking people use. I did get a few responses, but earlier today, I finally really found what I was looking for through a course on Mango Languages. Mango is a fantastic program for anyone looking to start a new language, and it’s free through some libraries. However, not many libraries do offer it, and I only have it because mine does. Having said that, I figured I’d share what I found with all of you! Here you go. 

K? - ¿Qué? (This was adapted in more recent years with the spread of the English language. Typing ‘K?’ simply means “What?”)

K haces? -  ¿Qué haces? (A shorter, more informal way of asking, “What are you doing?”. It’s an equivalent to “Wyd?”)

Kieres? -  ¿Quieres? (Another example of the qu being replaced with a k. You can pretty much do that with any word that starts with qu in Spanish. Simply put, this translates to “You want it?” or “You want one?”)

X k? -  ¿Por qué? (The multiplication symbol, x, is read in Spanish as “por”, as in 5 x 5 is read as “cinco por cinco”. Therefore the x is understood as “por”. The k, as i explained before, is read as “qué”. Put those two together, and you have the Spanish word for “Why?” or the English text talk equivalent “y?”)

X fis - Por fis (A more casual version of “por favor”, which means “please”. This is the Spanish equivalent to “Pls”) 

Ntc - No te creas (Literally translated, this comes out to “don’t believe you”, but it’s understood as “just kidding”. Ntc is the acronym for that and therefore is the Spanish equivalent to “jk”)

Tkm / Tqm - Te quiero mucho (You might see it as tkm or tqm, but either way, they mean the same thing. Literally translated, “te quiero mucho” means “i love you so much”. That said, the English text talk equivalent is “ily” or “ilysm”)

Bb -  Bebé (This simply means “baby” or “babe” and can be used here as a term of endearment. The English equivalent would be something like “bb” or “bby”

Jajaja / jjj - hahaha (This wasn’t part of the course, but I’ve seen it online from Spanish-speaking friends on Facebook, so I figure I’d throw it in there. Congratulations. You now know how to laugh in Spanish.) 

I’ve also seen Spanish-speaking people use English text talk too, though. I was texting someone earlier today, and he used “lol” even though the entire conversation was in Spanish. Just thought I’d let you all know of that too

At any rate, I don’t know if or when this will come in handy for anyone, but in case it does, there you have it! And with that, I bid you all goodnight.

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@okmayor  dream address~ 5E00-0014-584D 

finally when everything fixed up with my internet connections, i was able to visit one of the most beautiful towns i have seen, apricot

i highly suggest you visit it because it’s gorgeous and really interesting, and im posting just few screenshots because i dont want to ruin the fun of seeing it for the first time! (please do visit the mayor’s home! i fell in love with it!)

I want to apologize to the LGBT community...

So I’m kind of new to the whole fujioshi world, and I was therefore very surprised when I started getting a lot of hate for liking things like Killing Stalking (KS).

People were calling me “disgusting,” “homophobic,” and a supporter of abusive relationships, and I just couldn’t understand why people were being so mean to the KS fandom (you can see I’m also kind of new to the internet, I have to admit I got into this social media thing a little late in my life). Therefore I kept involving myself in pointless arguments with a lot of people because I was tired of being called so many horrible things.

Finally, today I was scrambling through Tumblr and I saw this post about a gay man that, after showing affection to his partner on a public bus, two girls behind them started giggling and trying to get closer to the “yaoi” action. He wrote about how he felt offended because his partner and he were not there for these girls’ entertainment.

It was through this post that I finally understood why the LGBT community dislikes fujioshies so much: I really dislike it when female characters in anime, superhero movies, and social media in general, are portrayed in a sexual way in order to satisfy male audiences. I won’t judge you if you like those kinds of things, after all, it is fiction, but when those ideas begin to transfer into the real world, I get furious.

I am guilty of saying “I love gay people” and squealing when I see a gay couple in a street or restaurant. Therefore, I wanted to apologize to the LGBT community for objectifying you, especially gay people. I am going to continue being fujioshi and liking KS, however, I am going to be more conscious when it comes to separating fiction from reality.

However, I want to point out that the reason I realized my mistakes was not by being called “disgusting” and “homophobic,” it was by reading about someone’s experience and trying to understand how they feel. So you antis also need to change your way of communicating because cursing at people is just going to lead to more arguments.


Thank you.

Talk about Aleppo.
Our silence is killing them. They are people, PEOPLE!!!
Are they not important because they’re arabs?
because they’re Syrian?
Do their lives matter less than the life of a French or an American?
People from Aleppo are posting their goodbye messages on the internet as a final massacre is expected to happen any time soon and we are SILENT….

We have been silent for over five years.
Some children in Aleppo don’t know life without war.
Imagine living in a city of ruins and having to fear for your life every instant.
Hospitals,mosques, churches, houses, restaurants are bombed on the daily and hundreds are killed every single day.
Yet we are silent.
Remember them.
Honor them.
We’ve allowed a mass genocide to happen before our eyes for years.
It’s burning is a testament of our moral failure!!!
Talk about Aleppo, please.
Pray for them!

youtube

So I finally did it! Lol I’m actually really nervous about posting this because this is the first time I’ve talked on video and posted it on the internet since like 2012. 

I hope you guys like it- we did it really quick and I know it needs a lot of work. Hopefully the next time we do this we have more time and are able to film it better.

I’m uploading part 2 right now and will post it when it’s done :) 

Because it’s Updating The Internet About My Real Life night:

@carminapossunt and I are getting married! 

Yes, that’s right, after only fourteen years of dating, we are finally getting legally married! When we started dating we could not have gotten married anywhere in this entire country, and now we can! It’s been a while.

We figured that if we kept putting it off we’d never actually do it, so we are inviting our immediate family and getting married in, uh, two months. End of December. Go us!

Heya guys.

So, on July 30th 2016, I started this blog and didn’t really expect anything to come of it. I mean, who actually makes friends on the internet? But after a ridiculous number of, in retrospect awful quality posts, I finally got my first few followers (@hot-hook, @randomnnerd, @suicidal-masterpiece, @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms, @rachelbrady2 and @freedominwriting). I remember staying up until ridiculous times every night and reloading my follower page, grinning every time a saw a new name. And at the time, I’ll admit, things were really shitty, but it was nice to have a hobby.

At some point (I think I was around 100 followers), my blog finally got a boost. I remember waking up to 70 more followers and THREE ASKS. THREE ASKS! To me, that was the height of popularity, so I kept going. By the time September rolled in, I was at 1000 followers and 500 posts, and things sped up. I got out 70 posts every night, sleeping less and less but smiling more and more because for once, you know, I wasn’t alone. And it was awesome.

By November I was at 5000 followers and I was working two jobs, juggling bills and rent and mental health issues that weren’t the easiest thing to deal with. But look! You guys were still there for me! And by the end of November I decided to take a break, and was shocked that nobody seemed to blame me for it. By the time I came back, I was nearing 8000 followers and three asks seemed measly compared to the stuff I had to wade through but I loved every second of it anyway. 

In conclusion? Tumblr is, for me anyway, no longer just a hobby. It’s a genuine love and motivation, and you guys help me keep going every day. This Christmas I spent alone - but I sat on the kitchen floor with my laptop and a mug of pot noodles and talked to you and it was honestly one of the best Christmases I’ve ever had. 

Thank you for everything, you guys. 2017 is a new year, with new posts and friends and episodes and opportunities, and I’m ecstatic that you all stuck around to dive into the new year with me. 

Eternal hugs, have a great day people, I love you <3

alright im going to take a christmas nap

Life update

I’m moving! This weekend! I’ve been packing and moving and getting stuff ready all week so I’ve been really really busy and haven’t really had time for much else.

A note - the new place won’t have internet until after February 10th (don’t have an install date yet, just know it will be after the 10th), so I’ll continue to be scarce here for a couple weeks after I move. But once I got internet and am settled, I expect to be on here a bit more, finally!

I did manage to watch all of this Stevenbomb, though! I’ll be posting my thoughts soon (before I lost internet), when I have time to sit down and collect my thoughts (short thoughts are that I really enjoyed it and super look forward to where the story is going!)

As Long As the Moon Shines--Imagine #19

Anonymous asked: Hello. Could you write an fluffy imagine where my crush and I are internet best friends and one day I go to his country on holiday so we can finally met and we have amazing, fun time together? Thank you! 💕

A/n: Jesus christ it’s been way too long since I’ve posted. I’m sorry for my absence. My life took a turn for the worst a couple months ago and I’ve been recovering this whole time. Anyway, sorry it took me forever to get around to writing this. I’m going back into the recesses of my ask box. Hope you enjoy, anon, if you even still follow me. <3 Keep dreaming!~Logan

P.S. This is unedited. Just a warning. There’s probably some typos. 


Bouncing in my airplane seat, I kept my eyes glued on the beautiful country that slowly got closer and closer as the plane neared landing. The excitement inside me was threatening to explode out of my limbs if I didn’t move so I let myself squirm in my seat like a small child waiting to open gifts on Christmas. 

The plane could not land any quicker and the second the stewardess announced that we were landed and able to leave the plane, I dashed out of my seat, practically assaulting the thirty-year old that sat next to me in my hurry to get out. My heart sank though, when I reached the area where people met and went to baggage claim. Awkwardly, I searched all the smiling, hopeful, impatient faces, desperately hoping my eyes would lock on c/n’s. It was odd he wasn’t here yet. He said he was going to pick me up, and he knew what time my plane landed. I decided to drag myself to baggage claim instead and call him, praying he hadn’t forgotten about me

It was excruciating trying to weave through the sloth-like people that moved toward the baggage claim. When I reached it, it finally hit me. I was here, taking advantage of my spring break, and seeing c/n for the first time in person after having been internet best friends for a long time. We had spent hours, painstakingly planning this trip months before it would actually happen just so it could be perfect. So that our time together could be perfect. For all the planning, this trip sure wasn’t starting off perfect, me being forgotten in a foreign airport and all. 

My luggage finally neared me, on the conveyor belt, and I fumbled trying to get it off. A pair of strong hands effortlessly lifted it off. 

“There you go, ma’am. Um, would you know where I can find a Ms. y/l/n?”

I looked up, my eyes meeting the brilliant, very real, very clear e/c eyes of c/n. I shrieked, dropping the luggage he’d handed to me and flung myself at him. 

“Oh my god,” I cried, though my ecstatic yelp was muffled by his soft henley.

He lifted me up into his arms, spinning me around as my legs and arms wrapped tightly around him like a koala bear. I could feel his laughter, actually feel it, vibrating in his chest, uncontained and free. It was so deliciously deep, so free and loud, I wanted to bottle it up and listen to it whenever. 

My body was trembling with elation, and I breathed him in deeply, my brain trying to wrap around the fact that I was physically–like, actually physcially– hugging c/n. He smelled like boy’s cologne, not the kind that makes your nose bleed, but the kind that makes your knees weak and your breath shallow, minty and enticing. 

I kept blubbering things like how I couldn’t believe he was here, how excited I was, all in a very loud tone. He just keep laughing and nodding his head, and I peeked over his shoulder to see all the people in baggage claim–the ones who weren’t completely burnt out from their trip–staring at us, at me, at him, at us meeting. I didn’t care, I wanted the whole world to know we were finally together, two worlds colliding. 

“Get a room,” one teen boy said, while strolling by us, cackling. I could hear a few other people awwing behind us, making me blush furiously.

He stroked my hair, and I looked up. His eyes were wet, but his smile was so exuberant it reached from ear to ear. He was still holding me up, and I savored the feeling of his strong hands holding up my thighs. 

“Let’s go to my house, yeah?” He asked, that beautiful smile frozen on his face. 

I simply giggled and nodded, hugging him once more. 

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On the way back to c/n’s home, he apologized for not being there on time. Apparently, he had been cooking a huge dinner for just us two to share at his place, and he had lost track of time. He said he had to go through several rounds of cooking the surprise meal before he got it right. 

“I’m not a very good cook, but I wanted to make your first night here special and welcoming,” he said, as we drove, flashing me that smile that still hadn’t left his face from when we were in the airport, only this time it had a hint of shyness. 

As I stepped through the door of his home, a heavenly scent wafted from the kitchen. C/n was such a gentleman, bringing my luggage in. 

“Welcome to your home for the next seven days,” he outstretched his arms toward the cozy home, grinning.

Taking my hand, he led me to his room, and I tried to memorize every furniture piece, every turn, every detail of his home on the way. As well as every detail of his hand. Because there was no way I was going to let the feeling and texture of his palm in mine slip my memory when I got home. 

When we got to his room, I studied it. It was plain, but still warm. Some pictures of his friends and family on his walls and his bed stand. It smelled like him, and I found that extremely comforting. 

“Sorry, we don’t have a guest room, so you’ll be staying in here. I made sure to clean it,” He ran a hand through his hair, an apologetic look on his face. 

“I don’t care at all. You have a beautiful home,” I breathed, still not believing that this was all real. 

“You like it?” He asked, nervously scratching his arm.

“Very. Maybe even more than I like you,” I dead-panned. 

In one large step towards me, he body-slammed me onto his bed, tickling me, prodding me, somehow finding all my most ticklish places. I let out shrieks and giggles, squirming under his relentless fingers.

“Stooop!” I gasped, as his fingers prodded my sides, a string of breathless giggles spilling out of my mouth.

“What was that?” he asked, voice dripping with exaggerated innocence. In the split second before I shut my eyes again, laughing, my heart skipped at the wicked grin he gave me and how–how…sexy? it was. 

I couldn’t be having these thoughts right now. We always flirted, but that was just business as usual and there was no way I was going to make things awkward by blurting. I liked him a lot, more than his house, and in a much less platonic way, if you catch my drift. 

“I sa–aid st-o-oop,” I choked out, trying to talk through the giggles. 

God, this was a strange kind of enjoyable torture. 

“Mmm, didn’t quite hear ya there,” he said, only this time his husky voice was close to my ear, making me tremble. 

When did his voice get husky? And why was he panting when I was the one being tickled? Was I imagining what I wanted to hear?

I didn’t have any time to ponder that before his fingers were back to poking and wiggling against my sensitive skin. I was breathless and it wasn’t just from laughing. 

“C/n,” I panted, and as I strained to keep my eyes open through my giggles, I thought I saw his eyes darker than normal as he looked up at me. “St–stoop,” I whined. 

“No can do,” he answered, playfully. This time there was no questioning the husky quality of his voice that hadn’t been there before. 

His fingers traveled down my body and I couldn’t rip my eyes from his, as his body maneuvered lower, still hovering over me. He wasn’t tickling me anymore, his fingers instead gliding over the bare skin of my ankles. Our eyes were saying things we were too scared to say out loud and my breath hitched. 

That’s when he flashed me the sexiest, most mischievous smile, eyebrow quirked, and he licked the side of my foot. 

My eyes widened in shock, and I shrieked. Before I could think, my foot had made contact with his face, and I didn’t register he was on the ground until a soft thud and groan came from the floor. 

Scrambling off the bed, I dropped beside c/n, taking his pained face in my hands. 

“Oh my god, I am so sorry! Are you ok? I didn’t–Oh, god, are you alright?” I asked, frantically searching his face, and stroking his messed up hair away from his forehead. 

His eyes squished up, and his shoulders shook. For a moment I thought he was crying and I looked at him in horror. He dropped his face to my lap, his silent laughter becoming audible. He was roaring. 

“Your–yo–” more roaring laughter erupted from him. “you looked so terri–”.

“Terrified, I get it!” I finished for him, as his body shook with laughter and he rolled on the carpeted floor, his head now laying upwards in my lap. 

“God, you’re insufferable,” I huffed, but his laughter was contagious and soon I was chuckling along with him. 

I don’t think I had ever witnessed anything more beautiful. No, not the grand canyon, not the rocky mountains, not even his own country could compare. His face was lit up and flushed from laughing so hard, tears poking out from the corners of his dancing e/c eyes, and my god the way he was looking at me couldn’t be described. It could only be felt by the heart. 

Finally, our laughter subsided, and the only sound was our shallow breaths becoming more regular. I stroked his hair. 

“This is why you should never, ever lick, or even tickle me,” I scolded, his head remaining rooted to my lap. 

“I only licked your foot, does that make all of you off-limits for licking?” He asked, his lips twitching as he tried to keep a straight face. 

My jaw dropped, and I slapped his shoulder, getting up. “This is what I get for spending my break with a boy,” I huffed, walking out of his room, trying to repress a smile. I felt his eyes on my ass.

“Well, that wasn’t a yes,” I could hear the smirk in his words as he followed me.

“You’re a perv,” I muttered, my face heating at his jokes.

“Still hear no confirmation to my question,” he hummed as he scooted around me, and blocked my path. 

“I’m starving, c/n. Feed me,” I gave him my best puppy-dog look. 

He scooped me up, and his palms cupped my ass, unlike before at the airport, as he carried me into the kitchen. 

He had his face buried in my neck, so I had no clue how he knew where to go. His hot breath hit my neck in soft puffs and my heart raced as he confessed into my hair, “I’m starving, too, y/n.”

My breathing shallowed. There was no way in hell he was talking about food like I had been with that tone. 

He placed me on the counter in his kitchen, his hands sliding off my thighs in a way that made my toes curl. 

“You sit right here and I’m going to dish you up the most delectable meal of your life,” he smirked, his eyes meeting mine and I noticed how fat his pupils were. 

Once we had both been dished and moved to the table, we dug into the best damn creamy alfredo with lobster I’d ever tried.

I moaned as I sunk my teeth into another large forkful, my eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Mmm, oh, my god, this tastes so good, c/n.”

I heard c/n choke on his food, and I opened my eyes to see his widened eyes on me. He coughed, trying to swallow down the pasta. 

“Glad–cough– you like it so much,” he swallowed hard, and glimpsed at me before gulping down water. 

His throat and cheeks were scarlet red. And suddenly, it dawned on me why. I felt my own cheeks flare up. 

After an awkward silence with shy glances and electricity in the air, our dinner continued, filling each other in on some more details of our life. After my second heaping helping I shoved my plate away from me and slumped in my seat across from c/n. 

“Already done?” He asked, eyebrows raised. 

I snickered, running my bare foot up his pant leg. “You would be too, if you hadn’t spent so much time staring at me eating.”

His eyes darted over my face, wide from the shock of my foot grazing his muscled calf dusted with hair. Clearing his throat he replied with a shy smile, “Can’t blame me for admiring a girl who knows how to eat.”

I just stared back at him, embracing the heat climbing my throat and settling over my cheeks. In the soft lighting of the dining room, his eyes were smoldering, and offered a soft smile, gazing at him through my eyelashes. 

Abruptly his fork clattered to his unfinished meal, and he shoved his chair back, striding over to my side of the table.

“Where are you–” 

“Just follow me,” he commanded, grabbing my hand as I reached out to stop him. 

I tripped after him, still marveling at the intimacy of being able to feel the contours of his palm pressed against mine. I don’t think I would ever get used to feeling his hand wrapped around mine.

I didn’t understand where he was taking us as we exited his own personal apartment and climbed a stairwell in his apartment building. We reached a door that had rooftop stamped on it after climbing several flights of stairs, and c/n was breathless when he turned to look me in the eyes. 

“Close your eyes,” he said. 

I furrowed my brows, confused. Taking a step closer to me until our labored breaths were mingling, he wrapped his other hand around my previously dangling one. 

“Do you trust me?” He asked, his voice a whisper. 

“Yes,” I breathed, admiring his handsome features.

“Then close your eyes,” he urged, stroking the backs of my hands with his thumbs. 

Reluctantly, I closed my eyes and I heard the door open. A gush of wind hit me, and I grasped his hands tighter. His squeezed back reassuringly.

He moved us forward and I heard the door close from farther away. The wind played with my hair gently. My stomach lurched as I felt the heat of c/n’s hands leave my hands only to wrap gingerly around my waist from behind me. 

“Open your eyes and look up,” c/n’s voice whispered into my ear, hot puffs of his breath hitting my neck. 

I opened my eyes and looked up. Gasping, I took in the beautiful streaks of color splashed across the sky. A beautiful, soft lilac slowly deepened into a royal purple, finally ending in a midnight blue. Stars were beginning to emerge and I could see the moon already. 

“Every time that we would have to say our goodbyes, I would escape to up here. I studied so many sunsets, so many afternoon skies covered in clouds. And, at night, when you would say goodnight over Facetime while trying not to yawn, your adorable eyes drooping, and your face disappeared from my screen I would come up here and stare at the stars, the moon. It made me feel closer to you, like our connection never really dropped, even if I couldn’t see or hear you. Because I knew you were falling asleep under the same sky that I was sitting under. Granted, I had to stay up hours later into the night than you did since I’m hours ahead of you, but for you, I would do anything. Anything to feel closer to you. I see the moon and I instantly feel better because I know he’s keeping watch over you as I whisper to him all the things I’m too bloody scared to say to your face,” he finished, his voice now a hoarse, low, rumbling tone, reverberating through my body, making me shiver. 

“Well,” I said, turning in his arms, “I guess the moon is good at keeping secrets.”

I played with the collar of his shirt, too shy to meet his eyes. What he was saying, what I was saying could change everything about us and nothing at all at the same time. 

“Why do you say that?” He asked, and I met his eyes before answering. 

“Because I tell him all the things I’m too chicken shit afraid to say to your face, too,” I pushed out. 

I held my breath, staring into those soulful eyes that were looking back at me with so much longing it almost hurt to look.

“All good things I hope?” The mischievous glint in his eyes twinkling at me didn’t erase the serious expression he was wearing. 

I leaned up, letting my lips graze his earlobe. I heard his breath hitch.

“Depends on how you define good. Because I think if anyone heard the way I described you to the moon, they would call me a pretty naughty girl,” I rasped into his ear. 

With a low growl, and lightning fast speed, c/n had pulled me back to look me in the eyes before his lips were devouring mine with a hunger that put my appetite at dinner to shame. I returned it with equal passion, my hands roaming his hair, scratching his scalp with each pass through as he groaned and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I whimpered as he nipped on my lower lip, only to return to blazing a trail through my mouth with his tongue. 

Later that night, as c/n’s arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me protectively against his chest as we snuggled under his bed covers, both of us drifting into sleep, I heard c/n whisper a question that changed our lives for the better forever. 

“Will you be mine, y/n? Even after you leave? Will you wait for the day when we don’t have to use technology to see each other?”

“I will, c/n. For as long as the moon shines at night.”