i can barely breathe!

Imagine… Mars

- It’s decided… I am leaving.

Your tears began to roll, you barely breath already.

- Jared, no…

- I can’t stay here any longer. I tried… I fucking tried… - he slicked back his hair with his hands, grawling.

- What about …

He shaked his head.

- I don’t have any time left, I have to go back! We all must…

- What about your family… - you yelled compmeatly shattered and broken - What about your fans, they count on you, they need you… I need you!!!

- I left a little bit of myself in every song… That’s why I kept saying “it’s for those who understand”. For those who can see, they will see me in everything I have done while I was here. Besides that I told them I will be off to Mars!

You stare at your feet, trying to muffle your sobbing.

- And about you… - he came closer and places his hands on your shoulders - You can come. You will come… I… I would like… love you to come with me. Home! - he smiled offering you his hand.

You took it and he hugged you.

- I can’t!

- Come on. You won’t be the only one. There are more… We are indeed the prettiest. We collect love from the whole Galaxy. - he chuckled

- I want to see you.

- No!

- Please…

- You wouldn’t like the real me. This… Shell is indeed amazing, but you won’t be… comfortable with how I really look.

- Why?

- You are a human… My mother picked our looks according human understanding of beauty! We were supposed to help your world. To change it to better, to save it… It’s hopeless, you are beyond saving now… So sad. - his eyes got dark - I love the Nature. We don’t have green at home. Our… Beauty… We feel it, it’s not for the eyes…

- But for the heart! …That’s why you thought them to love?

- Live is the greatest achievement of self aware life!

- Should I pack something?

- Anything you want, that will remind you of home. You won’t come back here again.

- What aboutut you? Will you? Be back here?

- No! My traveling is done. My mom’s mission was a failure. We are summoned back!

- Are you going to be… In trouble?

- No, of course not. We tried, we saved some of the people. That’s the important thing. And of course it won’t be a problem to take you with. Shannon will take Alice, although Venus girls are really nuts, but he insisted on her.

- What about Vicki?

- She came with mom?

- You are joking right?!

- Nope, she is our protector. Tomo managed to seduce her with chocolate. - he laughed. Everyone knows Tomo convinced Vicki on their first date by cooking sweets for her.

- You don’t have chocolate?

- Of course we do, it’s just a little bit different. Better hurry, we are almost ready. You will love it on Mars. We live longer there, so practically I am teenager now!

- This explains your behavior! - you laughed.

We packed.

We are ready. Our ride appeared in the neight… No sound came from it, just like a blur vision…

The last thing I remember was the feeling of… Calmness. A warm embrace and awaiting for a happy dream.

The ship got up in the air.

Jared stood next to her camera. Staring at her sleeping body.

- I can’t wait you to see Mars, it’s amazing through this cycle!

He placed a gentle kiss on the glass. Everything was ready. Humans gentle body wouldn’t survive the travel, so she must be in. They… On the other hand… Let’s say it wasn’t their first Galaxy rodeo.

The light got darker. The system informed them they reached their destination.

- Exactly 30 seconds! - Shannon joked.

- We are a blast! - Too laughed. Hugging his wife.

- Home sweet home! - Cobstance gasped - can’t wait to see it again after all these years! - she smiled to her sons and took off her human skin…

The view of the red planet appeared in front of Jared.

- Home sweet home! - he smiled to himself.

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the princess stayed in the tower and read books about better girls, where their hands learned how to hold swords, where they rode in on horses. i gave her books as often as i could. she devoured them.

her princes saw her and pretended to be scared off by dragons. got too lost in the thicket. didn’t want to handle it.

“tell me what it’s like, out there,” she whispers to me for the millionth time. i take her from The Throne into her bed, tucking her in and making sure her feet are covered. 

“boring without you” i say as always, “but i did bring back a great story.”

i tell her about how the stars change beyond the equator. how there are places it looks like there are twin suns. how the desert crawls into you but so does snow. i talk about the taste of fruit and promise to bring her back some. she falls asleep while i murmur about rivers, and then in the morning i bring her from bed to Throne, even though she can do it on her own. sometimes she likes help, is all, and i’m happy to give it. 

she doesn’t want help getting dressed. the men come for me, blindfold masters i have almost befriended. the path we take away from her is always different, carefully manufactured so i don’t know exactly where she’s located. after all, a lady might get ideas about things.

they let me go in the queen’s room. i report findings, ask for fruit in the next week’s supplies, am told not to spoil the princess, that she must be kind and waifish and wanting when the prince comes. i spend an hour suggesting that fruit might turn the blood sweeter and am allowed six oranges.

in the next week, she marvels over them. turns them in her calloused hands. smells them. holds them until she can’t control her curiosity, devours them. i bring her books about rivers. i bring her books about deserts. 

“when is our birthday?” she asks me tonight. i’m knitting her a scarf for it.

“soon,” i tell her, “i’ll come by.”

she rolls onto one side, looks up at me in the dimming light. “I’m glad they chose you to be mine,” she says, and i drop a stitch. my heart sings against the inside of my wrists. i blow out a candle so she can’t see the blush and i can’t see her lips. i know what she means, i say. i know what she means.

it’s twenty-three for both of us. i bring her a cake we both eat, her on her throne and me on the floor. i am in the middle of laughing when she falls silent in the still night. “nobody else ever comes for me,” she whispers. i say nothing.

we have more cake, we go to sleep. i don’t know if she knows i’m awake, but i hear her crying.

the men come, the men take me. the one that smells like cedar always laughs at my jokes. the queen half-hates me because i remind her of “that nasty thing” they forced on their daughter. 

“the left wheel needs oil,” i mention, “she’s having trouble turning again.”

the queen’s nose goes up. she never reacts when i mention her daughter’s wheelchair by name - doesn’t find it funny we call it a throne, thinks it’s well enough to leave alone.

“well, she’ll have a prince in this next month coming for her,” says the queen, “i’ve arranged it all,” says the queen, “he’s … had the situation explained to him first this time. i thought it would be best,” says the queen. “we’re paying him…. quite a lot for his effort,” says the queen.

situation. she means that her daughter can’t walk very far. she means the situation of towers. i excuse myself. i find my girl books about turning down marriage. i’m not sure why. it’s all she’s ever wanted.

they blindfold me and take me. cedar laughs at my jokes. the sawdust one is here this time, even he chuckles at a few. we ride horses through places i’ll never see clearly. 

“so according to the queen this is the last time i’m needed, huh?” i ask them as they walk me blindly up too many stairs for my girl to make it down, “i’m sorry i never made your acquaintance.”

cedar laughs. he takes off my blindfold and for a second, lets me see his face. “it’s been an honor,” he says, shaking my hand, “you’ve been a perfect lady.”

i spend the day with my princess pretending i am not peeling apart from my bones. i just want her to be happy. to get to come home. 

it’s late. “do you think in a past life i was a mermaid?” she asks.

“almost definitely,” i tell her. 

it’s quiet for a while after. “what if,” she whispers, “i don’t want to leave?”

i sit up and look at her from across the room. 

“it’s just,” she says, “i have you here and all the books i need and nobody makes me walk too long and i don’t feel like… like i’m wrong here.”

i want to tell her she’s never been wrong. that she’s always fit into my heart like a puzzle piece. that, more importantly, the leadership i see in her glows like a fire - that, no matter her body, she’s always been kind and gentle and smart and sweet. a princess that could bring a nation to her feet and do so lovingly.

“it will be okay,” i say, “there’s more fruit to discover.”

she doesn’t say anything. i think i’ve ruined something by accident, but i don’t know what. i don’t really sleep. i don’t say anything when the men come take me.

the world outside without her is boring. no mermaids. i put my hand in a river once a day, just thinking about her. 

two weeks later i am awoken by my name, and a voice i recognize perfectly. cedar stands above me in the darkness. “i know two things in this world,” he says to me, “and one of them is about love.”

this time we make the trip without blindfolds. i see the squalor they keep her in. i see the waste surrounding her castle, the terrible place she’s in. rage fuels my footsteps even when they start flagging. 

the prince is already there. he has dropped her twice, cedar tells me. i am already running up the stairs even though i can barely breathe. i hear her crying through the door and i don’t need to get ready - the fire that starts in me burns so brightly.

i roar inside. turn dragon and beat back prince with girl made rage. the bruises on her body turn me into giant snake. i eat the man alive, or at least i chase him from the place, never to be seen again. later i will hear a rumor about a demon that stole the princess from him.

she cries into my arms. i take her down every single stair. i hear her murmur her thanks into my hair and then i kiss her, because i can’t handle it, because i have places to show her and she has my heart to lead.

my house isn’t much but it’s near a river. she likes putting her hands into it. i take her places when she is able, and otherwise i bring the places back. we read books together. cedar no longer works for the queen, but he’d rather live with the man of sawdust making tiny wooden figurines.

i lie in bed next to her, stroking her soft hair. “do you think i was a centaur in a past life?” she asks.

“definitely,” i tell her, and kiss her, gently. she holds my face and pulls herself closer to me.

“will i be a good queen? i mean, in this life?”

“i’m certain of it,” i reply. i can hear the truth ring in it. the bone-deep certainty.

she’s quiet for a moment. “you saved me,” she whispers, “and usually we’d end up married. but…”

i don’t know how to answer that. i feel ice down my spine suddenly.

“i’m not demanding, is all,” her voice shakes, “i’m asking this time. for you to choose me. for me to be yours, i mean. and for you to be mine. permanently.”

the next birthday we celebrate, we are both queens.

Concept: Alien’s don’t laugh. Not the way we do at least. Their version of laughing is like making a noise in their native language that literally means “I find this amusing’ 

So when they meet a human for the first time and the human finds it hilarious that the alien cant fit through the door, but the alien is even more confused because the translator doesn’t know what the human is saying. They are making noise, the alien can tell that much but the don’t know what they are saying. 

and the human finally straighten back up, wiping at its eyes, “Sorry for laughing man but that was funny” the human makes the same noise as before just a little softer and a little less loud and the alien is so confused. 

So they ask the human what they were doing and the humans like “laughing? wait… you guys don’t know what laughing is???” 

and the aliens like nooooo….

so the human has to explain what laughing is “it’s when we find something funny. That’s how we let people know we think the thing is amusing” 

“like this???” and the alien does a series of clicks and hisses that sound more scary than humorous but when the human looks at the translator in their hands it flashing the text “this is amusing. I am amused by you.” 

“I had this vague notion that one day I might be editor of ‘Vogue China.’ It was a bizarre ambition, as I didn’t speak a word of Chinese. There were flaws in my plan, admittedly.”

So, I commissioned the AMAZING @gentlemandeerlord and I don’t think there are enough words to describe how excited I was to receive this! LOOOOK at them!! Elspeth is GLORIOUS in this style. And Hawke!! **swoon** 

THANK YOU SO MUCH for this sublime piece of art that I will treasure!! 

anonymous asked:

Do you think there's sexual tension between JM and JK?

Oh boy DO I! I mean, most of the times jikook is full of adoring glances, back-hugs and heart-eyes, you can say they are a soft couple, but then…

this kind of shit happens and all I can think is “WOW, am I interrupting something? Do you need some time alone?” and that’s only from seeing them through a screen, imagine how much tension you can feel in real life, I bet the air is so heavy you can barely breathe…

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THE STYDIA KISS (and hug)- an Extra™ frame by frame analysis

ok so we start out with this shit. even before this frame, dude is staring at them Martin lips like he’s in the middle of the desert and they’re the only water for miles. Then we get here and they both go in OPEN goddamn MOUTH for this kiss. she is PUCKERED for him. She was puckered ten feet ago, she was puckered when she walked in the damn door, hell, she was puckered 3 months ago. She got her tongue fucking ready to dock at Port Stilinski Lips.

She comes in fucking Little Caesar’s Hot ‘N Ready with the hands on the neck. goddamn. And they are PRESSED into each other. If they were kissing any deeper they would swallow each other. Which now, come to think of it, might have been their goal.

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Everything Has Changed (Part Four)

Summary: In which everything changes when you discover Bucky’s true feelings for you in a very unconventional manner.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,707

Part Three

Originally posted by bucky-plums-barnes

Deciding to join the Avengers was no easy task. Before informing Fury of your final choice, you had to carefully weigh the pros and cons. When you did, it was obvious that there were more bad outcomes than good if you chose to work alongside Earth’s mightiest heroes. There were missions whose varying lengths were as unpredictable as when you’d be told about their existence. There was the never-ending list of injuries that would leave lasting negative effects on your body. Then there was the fact that you’d become a public figure, which would give the media the incorrect assumption that they could magnify and dissect all of your actions.

It all seemed like too much, but it wasn’t enough to scare you away. You wanted the job. You wanted to be an Avenger.

At least that’s what you thought.

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anonymous asked:

Hiii do you know any good Yoonmin smuts with top Yoongi? Or some Vkook smuts with top Taehyung?

Yes sure

YOONMIN TOP YOONGI:

Pure by dokidokiharahara (anewkindofthrill) [4.4k]

$5000 USD by LAYmedown (InfernalMCR) [3k]

85 Days of Summer by yururin [39k]

all you need is love (and a cat) by yururin [8k]

the way i fuck him (you’d think i love this –) by jonghyunslisterine [4.9k]

Honey’s Secret by mintsoda [19k]

Keep Your Money (Give Me Your Love) by snowflakechim [2.9k]

I’m So Into You, I Can Barely Breathe by Bangtanbananas [7k]

Praise me like you should by strangedesires [4k]

work it out work it out (24 hours) by dokidokiharahara (anewkindofthrill) [3.7k]

TAEKOOK TOP TAE:

be a good baby (do what i want) by switchtaeguk [8.5k]

Give Me Back My Laughter by njhft_mgc [6.8k]

heat by 140503 [4.9k]

Fear by Alexandra_Writes [2k]

hold me like i’m hope by jjks [27k]

three points (where two lines meet) by iucundus [13k]

After Hours by Alexandra_Writes [5.3k]

night winds by sassyneki [12k]

oh pretty baby (don’t bring me down i pray) by rimjobenthusiast [1.7k]

view by unserene [5.6k]

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(IMPORTANT) Binding Safety

Okay friends. So there are these “les lesbian binders” on amazon (I would add pics but idk how to do that on mobile so bear with me). THESE BINDERS ARE SHIT AND WILL FUCK YOU UP.

So early in my “am I trans” journey, I started with these binders. I was working a shitty job (y'all don’t even know like it’s some movie-worthy shit) and I had like no money. But these binders were like $5-$15 EACH. And I was like “fuck yeah gonna get me a chest I love at an affordable price” well, I did. But it came at a greater cost. Those binders don’t stretch. They are the equivalent of wearing ace bandages. AND I WORE THEM EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR SIX MONTHS. at one point I thought “you know what’s a fucking fantastic idea? IF I WORE TWO BINDERS ON TOP OF EACH OTHER” given they were both the shitty “les lesbian binders”. And, of course, I had hot flashes and felt like I was going to puke and all that good stuff. But I mean it was worth it right? No. It was not worth it. It royally fucked me up. I had bruises all over my chest and ribs, and when I say bruises I mean my entire chest was covered with purple and blue and occasionally black splotches. I go running (without the binder of course) and I can barely breathe, my lungs/ribs can’t expand as much as they used to. Now they can only expand as much as the binder constricted them to. I can only breathe in short/shallow breathes to where I get so light headed constantly. AND THATS WITHOUT THE BINDER. I used to be able to hold my breath for 2.5 minutes and run at least 2 miles without stopping (yeah I was healthier but I also had the ability to expand my lungs so much).

You’re probably thinking “but it could be worse” yeah it could be I could’ve broken a rib. Thank god I didn’t. Ive worn sports tape (Also a bad idea don’t do that) and those binders feel exactly like that.

So please, I beg of you, don’t buy those shitty binders and don’t use ace bandages and don’t use sports tape. Please save your future self. I know it’s hard, trust me I go through it everyday, but YOUR SAFETY COMES FIRST. GC2B and Underworks are great companies created by transguys that make great quality binders that are super comfy and safe. If you need the money just ask the transguy/trans masculine community like me and some other people will go out of our way to give you money for a safe binder. Please.

Too Much

MASTERLIST

Requested: no A/N: I’m in Norway so this is a planned post. p>

Word count: 2,239

Originally posted by smendesgifs


My back was resting against the soft, white pillow. I pulled the covers higher, covering my entire body. I felt cold, but it had nothing to do with the temperature in the bedroom, it was all about the enormous fight Shawn and I had earlier. Fighting with him always made me feel so cold, so tired and completely drained from any sort of energy. I was reading a book or at least trying to, but I hardly managed to read a single page.

Honestly, I just needed something to distract me from the fact that Shawn had left the apartment in anger and I hadn’t heard from him since.

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