i could be there when you land

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It’s incredible how we always end up with these two.

Just like Booth and Brennan, they are the center. And they had to hold. For everything to work, they’d have to hold.

And they worked everyday. So hard. To give us the best. To have the best work environment. To have this show.

So different people, these two, with such completely different backgrounds and professional situations when they landed on this little show. Yet. They made it work everyday. Through their inside jokes, through their laughs, through hard times, against everything and everybody that didn’t believe this show actually could. They built this amazing friendship.

And the feeling, this friendship that flourished leaves me? Peace. Happiness. Because it’s so pure in so many ways. It’s David and Emily, those two so different that built their bridges together for Booth and Brennan, for Bones. You see it in every smile and photo and moment. There’s a real, deep connection. I’ll hold them so dear to me in my heart forever. I love them.

Thank you David and Emily, for giving me my life as I know it today.

mhara  asked:

Because I love suffering: 7. “If this is the last time I see you, know that I love you more than anything.” for Jocasta & Doc ;D

I managed to combine both prompt ideas you gave me. I hope that’s ok. Sorry for the wait, but here is the finished product. Finally!

7. “If this is the last time I see you, know that I love you more than anything.” for Jocasta & Doc

3. kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s


Dromund Kaas floated eerily below. Jocasta could see the world as she gazed out of the window, counting the minutes when they would land on the Sith homeworld. She had told herself over and over that she was ready to face the Emperor. She would end his reign of terror today or she would die trying. There was no other option.

The wedding ring felt heavy on her hand. No, she couldn’t die. She wouldn’t. She had far too much to live for. Jocasta glanced over at the man who wouldn’t stop pacing while they waited. The man who was now her husband. He would never forgive her if she let something happen. If she didn’t return, it would destroy him. She couldn’t do that to him.

There was a hollow feeling in her stomach as she watched him in the silence. As much as she believed that she would come back, there was a high chance she wouldn’t.

Scourge stood suddenly, distracting her from the depressing thoughts. “It’s time.”

Doc paused in his steps, brown eyes wide at the words. “Already? Can’t we have a few more minutes to…”

The Pureblood Sith glared at the combat medic, his arms crossed in that intimidating way he so often did. “It’s time.”

Kira whispered some curse words under her breath before making her way to the shuttle door. T7 and Scourge followed silently. None bothered to glance back, knowing that the Jedi Knight would follow soon. She was alone with Doc.

Finding her feet, Jocasta approached the man she loved, her heart beating hard in her chest. She didn’t want to do this, but she had no other choice.

Doc glanced at her, forcing a smile on his face. “Hey, beautiful.”

“Doc, I need to tell you something.” Jocasta had to fight with herself to continue. “If this is the last time I see you-”

“Jostar, don’t-”

“Please, Archiban. I need to get this out.” Jocasta took his hands in hers and stared at them, unable to look him in the eye while she spoke. “If this is the last time I see you, know that I love you more than anything.”

When she finally managed to glance up, she didn’t even have a warning before Doc pulled her into his arms, her body pressed up against his. As their lips found each other, Jocasta’s body curved into his, a perfect fit despite their difference in heights. She knew that they didn’t have time for this, but blast it all to dust, she was going to enjoy the moment. She didn’t know if she’d see Doc again. This would be a good last memory.

Things I love from the new Justice League trailer

•Aquaman dropping what looks like an unconscious Bruce on a table and proceeding to grab a bottle of liquor, “its on him”
•Barry Allen “you’re the Batman?”
•Diana’s hair flip though
•(while getting into batmobile) Barry “what are you’re superpowers again?” Bruce “im rich”
•(Bruce getting into the batwing like a bad ass) “my turn” oh damn
•Queen fucking Mera and the Atlantians(silently praying Kaldur makes an appearance)
•that small scene of Barry talking to his dad in jail
•Diana landing in front of Aquaman and Cyborg
•that small step back Aquaman does when she lands
•"shall we?“ (Chills and squealing)
•Gordon to Batman "it’s good to see you playing well with others again” AGAIN!! Do you know what that could mean!!!!!
•Aquaman “dressed like a bat I dig it.” Bruce turns to Gordon “may be temporary”
•Aquaman riding on the batmobile “yeah!!”, Bruce smirking like damn right

'Meet BTS, the K-Pop Group Loved By Wale and Charlie Puth'

Teen Vogue: How did you feel about landing in the U.S. iTunes Top 10 in February?

Rap Monster: Reaching the top of any music chart is a thrill, but this was a shock. We were on [a strict TV appearance] schedule at that time, so it wasn’t like I could scream or anything (laughs).

Jin: It was ‘Wow. Are you serious? Really?’ It was similar to what I thought when I first heard that Wings charted at 26 on the Billboard 200 last year. How cool is that!

Teen Vogue: For those new to BTS, what song and which video should they check out?

RM: Hmmm, it’s like choosing between your mom and your dad, who do you like better! “Fire” was loved by so many, so that’s the song.

Jin: I’d recommend “Blood Sweat & Tears” because I got the lead role and I kind of lead the whole story of video! And, of course, it’s beautifully designed and choreographed.

V: I, too, think it’s “Blood Sweat & Tears.” It had so many metaphors and I had to make a lot of guesses to understand the relationship between characters. And there’s a scene where I make a strange smile to give you a chill, which I love!

Teen Vogue: Rap Monster, K-Pop groups usually have designated roles for the members and yours is BTS’s leader, but what does that mean to you?

RM: It’s my official role to represent BTS to the world and it’s been a chance for me to mature as a person, but, behind the scenes, I’m just one of seven members and I’m inspired by the others all the time. I get free life lessons from J-Hope and Jimin, sometimes it’s like they’re 10 years older than me.

Teen Vogue: OK, let’s play a little game. You’re now at the mercy of another member describing you.

Jungkook: Jin used to be an ordinary guy in the team, but he’s the mood maker now. He’s the most wicked and funniest of all. No one in BTS is normal though, come to think of it.

Jin: Jungkook’s delicate voice always mesmerizes our ears and that’s definitely his role in BTS.

V: Jimin is a real piece of cuteness, like the youngest in the family.

Jimin: V’s specialty is getting all the attention from others onto him!

J-Hope: Suga is a true caretaker. He’s kind of a hidden leader who takes care of everyone.

Suga: J-Hope’s a real hope-maker. He’s such a ‘hope-generator.’

Teen Vogue: BTS have become highly respected for penning their own tracks. When you’re on tour, do you make time to write?

RM: Mostly we’re in the hotel when we’re not on [our promotional] schedule so I bring all my equipment. I wake up, if I have a rehearsal, I go do that and when I come back to the hotel, I sit down and turn on the laptop, cause I’ve got nothing to do without that!

Teen Vogue: When you’ve got a new demo, such as the rough guide to Wings, do you take it to another member and play it and ask for feedback?

Suga: I usually have as many people listen to it as possible because I think it really helps make it a better track. I always get great feedback from the rest of the band.

RM: Firstly, I take it to (BTS’s executive producer) P.Dogg. If he likes it, he sometimes puts it into the album. I really trust him, he’s got the eye for it.

Teen Vogue: If P.Dogg says no, will you fight for it?

RM: Yeah, of course, I really fight for it! I’m like, ‘Hey, this is the thing I gotta do right now. If you won’t do it, I’ll put it into my mixtape!’ The last one I fought for was ‘Reflection’ — there’s an original version, a whole different song. He didn’t not like it, it just didn’t fit the Wings concept, so I’ll release it myself someday.

Suga: I think I kind of did for my mixtape, because I felt I should as AgustD [my solo moniker], and I’m glad I did.

Teen Vogue: Speaking of mixtapes, J-Hope, we’ve been looking forward to hearing yours. What can you tell us about it?

J-Hope: I’m working on it as we speak and my inspiration really depends on my daily mood swing; sometimes I like to go strong and sometimes I make softer sounds. Since it’s a mixtape, I’m trying to experiment with various genres to test myself.

Teen Vogue: Jungkook, you recently covered Charlie Puth’s “We Don’t Talk Anymore” — you teased it in January but didn’t release it until the end of February. Were you making changes? And will we hear your own songwriting any time soon?

Jungkook: I recorded it several times until I was sure that it felt and sounded perfect. I was more than ready to share it because I knew fans had been waiting, but we had You Never Walk Alone being released and I thought I’d better wait until BTS wraps up the official activities for it. I don’t feel confident about writing any of my own [material] yet, but if I ever write a song, I’d like to work on a very soft and sweet vibe.

Teen Vogue: The bigger an artist gets, the more people will try and bring them down. How does BTS deal with that side of fame?

Jimin: I’m a very positive person and I don’t easily get intimidated by people who try to bring me or BTS down. Besides, my family is always there for me.

RM: These days, I try to take everything as my fate and respond with dignity. I accept it, it’s like a shadow, it’s just there.

J-Hope: I had a firm belief that I was going to be a successful artist, and that led me to what I am. I draw all the strength I need from that belief and try to share my energy with other members as much as I can.

Teen Vogue: Rap Monster, you’ve just released a collaboration with rapper Wale, which came about through a BTS fan helping bring you guys together over Twitter. What can you tell us about working together?

RM: When he suggested the collaboration, that was a real shock. I thought about it, [and was] like, should we do a party song? But I wanted to do something different. The title is “Change” — in America. They’ve got their situations and we’ve got ours in Seoul, the problems are everywhere and the song is like a prayer for change. He talks about the police, and problems he’s faced since he was a child. For me, I talked about Korea, my problems, and about those on Twitter who kill people by keyboards.

Teen Vogue: Let’s do a finishing quickfire round! BTS experiments with a lot of genres, which one has been a challenge?

V: I always find rock difficult.

RM: I’m always ready to be challenged, like, “Wings: Outro,” it was hip-house, that was the first time I’d ever listened to that genre… but I liked it.

Teen Vogue: What do you want do while you’re in America?

RM: I want to go to Barneys and Supreme! I want to see buildings and people on the street, their faces, what they talk about, how they walk. I do that in Korea. I go to somewhere I haven’t been and just watch people and colors, that’s my inspiration.

Jimin: I really want to go on a day trip with the members. Or a picnic to Central Park on a sunny day would be nice.

Do you remember the time you fell down on your knees and begged the world to stop spinning? Love, it happened. You made it happen. On nights when crying was your only option, you closed your eyes and imagined your room to be filled with stars. The world stopped moving. All you could hear was your breathing. “Let the world claim you tonight,” you whispered to yourself. You found solace. You met Melancholy the first time, then and there, you knew you were alive. The moment you opened your eyes, the world was set to motion. And all you could utter were the words ‘I am alive.’

Your grandmother was right when she told you that you love too much. But look at where it got you. You have made a garden out of the barren land next door. You created a night sky filled with words of love. You have tucked the littlest hope and care in other people’s pockets. You have given away all of your flowers in bloom in hopes of erasing the pain in their eyes. You gave away all of yourself, and love, that’s okay. Go and give some more. Give and give and give until you learn how to let go.

There will be days when waking up is as hard as getting out of bed while the rain hums you to sleep. There will be a lot of meals that will go to waste and yet you will feel as heavy as the world being pulled to oblivion. It’s okay. Let yourself feel the heaviness of the loneliness. Of the world’s snarky remarks. Of the anxiety and panic attacks. Feel. Feel some more. Do not be afraid of tasting the blood. Do not run away from the depth of the ocean. Let the world swallow you whole and you will wake up, one day, with strength you never thought was possible.

Fall in love over and over and over again. May it be with the budding flower you see on the street. The stranger you met in the pedestrian lane with sad eyes. The children’s laughter. Everything. Fall in love with the littlest thing. Give your heart to that guy who told you 'Thank you for choosing me.“ Love the man who have shown you what it means to be weak, how it feels to be held in someone’s arms. Kiss him and make him remember your name in his mouth. Be honest about the things you feel because it’s not everyday you find people who see you behind your armor. Be weak. Be vulnerable. Go and fall in love some more.

You will survive. And you will continue counting the moving stars.

—  an open letter to my younger self // hbg
Reason // Jeon Jungkook

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the prompt: could I have a jungkook scenario where him and her are best friends and she’s always pointing at girls like “what about her she’s cute” or when a waitress flirts with him she’s like “hey go for it she’s into you” and jungkook is just not interested and shoves it off and he doesn’t really know why he just doesn’t find any of her suggestions attractive until one day when they’re walking in the park or wherever and she trips and lands on her face or eating something and it spills down her shirt and she’s not fazed about it at all and he’s just sweetly laughing at her clumsiness and that’s when he realizes that the reason he never thought those girls fit his standards was because they weren’t her.

words: 1616

category: fluff

author note: every time i write abt kookie i think of him as a boyfriend which is funny bc im not rlly romantically attracted to jungkook?? enjoy!

- destinee

Originally posted by hohbi


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“I’m just saying,” Jungkook began as the two of you walked on the boardwalk. “I really like the idea of getting a girlfriend.”

You had convinced him to go on a vacation with you. The closest beach was only three hours away, so you and Jungkook agreed that a weekend there would be a good way to distract from the university and work that waited for you back home.

The two of you had been friends since second grade, when Jungkook bet you that he could run to the school bus before you could. That little bout of competition started a friendship that lasted well into college. There was nothing you didn’t know about Jungkook, and vice versa. You were more comfortable with Jungkook than you were with everyone else.

“Then what about her. To your left.” You said, getting the boy’s attention. “She’s cute. You should ask her out.”

Jungkook turned his head slowly in the direction you were gesturing to. As soon as he saw the girl you were talking about, he shook his head. “Not her.”

“Why not?” You asked.

“I don’t like her hair.”

You snorted. “As if you care about hair.”

“I’ve always cared about hair,” Jungkook defended himself.

“Right,” you said. “Like that time you walked around campus for a whole day with your hair stuck up from thanks to Taehyung and Jimin.”

“We were having fun,” Jungkook said. “It’s not like we were out in town.”

“All she’s wearing is a bun!”

“I don’t like buns.”

“I wore bun yesterday,” you said. “You told me it looked nice.”

“It did.”

“But you said you didn’t like buns.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and huffed, “She’s just not my type, okay? We’re here at the restaurant so let’s stop arguing.”

“Okay,” you said, finding his frustration rather funny.

He opened the door for you and you walked in, hearing the bell ring overhead.

A waitress came up to the two of you, “Hello, please follow me to your table.”

Jungkook placed his hand on the small of your back and pushed you gently in the direction of the waitress. She guided you to a booth.

“My name is Ashley, can I get you something to drink?” She looked at Jungkook, who didn’t seem to notice the fond look in the waitress’ eyes.

“I’ll have a coke,” he said. “She’ll have a water.”

You didn’t flinch as Jungkook ordered for you. He knew your favorite foods and drinks as much as you knew his. Truthfully though, it made him feel manly to order for you. It made him feel like a good best friend, someone worthy of your friendship.

The waitress wrote down the order and left after you both declined any appetizers.

“Jungkook!” You hissed, reaching over to grip his forearm. “She’s totally into you!”

Jungkook looked up from his menu, his eyes wide and innocent. “Really? The waitress?”

“Yes, the waitress.” You said as if it was obvious. “She didn’t even look at me. Listen, don’t order for me anymore, you want her to think I’m just a friend. Make eye contact with her and flirt.”

“I don’t want to,” Jungkook said simply. He flipped a page on the menu. “The chicken is cheaper than the steak but I don’t want chicken.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned your chin on the palm of your hand. “Kookie, look at me.”

He put down his menu and gave you his full attention, curiosity in his eyes. “Hmm?”

“If you want a girlfriend you have to make an effort.”

Jungkook bit his lip, “Didn’t the waitress seem older than us?”

“By a year, maybe,” you shrugged. “Don’t tell me your don’t like older girls because I know for a fact that is false.”

Red color crept up Jungkook’s neck. “So? It doesn’t mean I’m attracted to her.”

The waitress came back then, handing you each your drinks and asking if you’re ready to order.

You gave Jungkook a pointed look and mouthed, “eye contact.”

Jungkook let out a distressed sigh and looked up at Ashley. “Can I have the steak, medium well?”

“Of course,” she replied, a wide smile on her face.

She turned to you, her smile visibly fading, “And you?”

“I’ll have a chicken wrap.” You said.

“Alright. Those orders will be right out.” She walked away, and you noticed an exaggerated sway of her hips.

You looked to see Jungkook’s reaction, only he was looking out the window, biting his thumbnail.

You groaned and banged your forehead on the table, alarming Jungkook. “You’re hopeless!”

“What did I do?”

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Jungkook pulled you along the boardwalk, his fingers intertwined with yours. “I saw the nicest looking ice cream place this morning.”

“Are you telling me you went to the boardwalk while I was still sleeping?” You asked accusingly, allowing the excited boy to drag you along.

Jungkook looked over his shoulder, a sheepish smile on his face. “Maybe.”

You chuckled. “Let’s see it then.”

He pulled you towards a cute little shop facing the ocean. The cream-colored paint on the wall was chipping, giving the shop an old-time feel to it.

“This is cute,” you said, entering.

The floor was covered in checkered tiles, and each wall was lined with booths of different colors. Little straw holders were used as centerpieces, along with a few daisies in a glass vase.

You walked up to where Jungkook stood, looking at all of the ice cream flavors. “You can mix them,” he told you.

“I’m so excited,” you said, bouncing on the balls of your feet. “Can I get three scoops?”

Jungkook found himself smiling at your excitement. Often times he didn’t feel worthy to be called your best friend. Times like these, however, he was thankful he could do simple things to make you smile.

“You can have as many scoops as you like,” he replied. “I’m paying.”

You squealed and walked up to the counter, already knowing what you wanted to order. “Can I have one scoop of chocolate brownie, one scoop of banana, and once scoop of birthday cake all on a chocolate covered cone?”

Jungkook snorted. “You’re so weird.”

“You said I could get whatever I wanted,” you retorted.

Jungkook only laughed and began his own order, “Can I have three scoops of cookies and cream on a chocolate covered cone?”

While you waited for your order, you rested your head on Jungkook’s shoulder. “I don’t want to go back tomorrow.”

Jungkook let out a sigh and placed his chin on the crown of your head. “I know. Let’s just enjoy today.”

You wrapped your arms around his torso and breathed in his scent. “Love you, Kookie.”

“Love you too, Loser.”

After promptly punching him in the ribs, the clerk announced that your ice cream was ready.

Jungkook grabbed your hand again and the two of you decided to walk the length of the boardwalk and see if you could go all the way to the end and back before you had to drive back to the hotel to pack.

He was happy, walking beside you and swinging your hands back and forth. Every once in awhile, he found himself glancing over to see you happily licking your ice cream. He had found himself staring at you more often than usual. It wasn’t weird, he told himself. He just liked to make you happy. He liked seeing your smile, especially when it was towards him.

Suddenly, a bicycle raced past, and Jungkook pulled you back. From the force, your entire ice cream cone fell onto your shirt before hitting the hot wooden planks of the boardwalk.

Jungkook paused as you examined your shirt. He wondered if you were upset, or if you would want to go demand the bicycle owner pay for a whole new cone, since you hadn’t even gotten to the second scoop yet.

Instead, you began to laugh at your luck, pulling your shirt away from your body so the stickiness wouldn’t soak through. You looked at Jungkook with shining eyes, “Good thing my t-shirt is machine washable, huh?”

That’s when Jungkook knew.

The reason he had never been able to find a girlfriend. The reason he couldn’t go on a date without comparing her to you. The reason he loved seeing your smile and felt accomplished when you laughed at his jokes. He had always loved you, but maybe it was in a way he hadn’t seen coming.

Maybe he loved you as more than a best friend.

“Y/n, I need to tell you something.”

“What is it, Kookie?” You were laughing still, reaching to grab his ice cream cone for yourself.

Jungkook scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. It wasn’t that he was uncomfortable telling you, or even worried that you would reject him. He knew you well enough to know that even if you did reject him, the two of you wouldn’t let something like a confession ruin your relationship.

“Do you want to know why I don’t like any of those girls you pointed out?” He asked, offering you a soft smile.

You licked some cookies and cream before giving the cone back to your best friend. “Why?”

“Because I like you,” he confessed. “I really like you and I just now realized it.”

You couldn’t keep the smile off of your face. You had fantasized about this moment a long time, but that’s all they were: fantasies. You never dreamed Jungkook would actually like you back.

“I like you too, Kookie.”

“Really?” He asked, his eyes widening. “So you’ll be my girlfriend?”

“You share your ice cream with me,” you said. “What more could I want?”

~the end~

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Baton Date

So this is inspired by @australet789 ‘s awesome fanart. I loved the idea so here’s a oneshot. I hope you’ll like it :D


Marinette wasn’t too sure what to expect of this so called date. It had been a little bit spontaneous. Chat asked her on a sort of friendly but not really date, she accepted with the condition of it being something unexpected and not cliche in any sense of the word. She didn’t expect him to have an idea so fast. It was about midnight the next day when he knocked on her window, asking if she is ready for the date. Marinette raised an eyebrow. It was a Saturday night so she could stay up late and not worry she will oversleep yet again. They landed on a random roof and Marinette looked curiously around.

“Not a romantic candlelight dinner on a rooftop for me?” she asked amused, while turning around and facing Chat.

He smiled. “You said no cliches and I’m a cat of my word. I came with the perfect date idea for a fierce princess such as yourself.”

Marinette looked at him. “So, what’s this date exactly? Taking me to a roof in the middle of the night?”

Chat smirked. “Not at all.” he took his weapon from behind him and extended it. “It is a baton date.”

“A baton date?” Marinette repeated incredulously wondering just what that would be.

“Precisely!” Chat said while leaning on his staff for support. “Remember when I tried to scare you that one time when I visited and you grabbed me and threw me against the wall out of instinct?”

Marinette winced at the memory. She didn’t mean to hurt him, but one does not simply sneak on Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Chat learned it the hard way. Looking back at him, he waved his hands dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. But it gave me the idea, I should teach you how to use your weapon. You are good without one, so with one, you could be unbeatable.”

Marinette smiled. Setting aside the fact that she knew very well how to use a weapon and already kicked his ass multiple times with or without one, this was really sweet of him to want to teach her. Oh well, it could be fun.

“Teach me then.” she said making Chat’s whole face lit up.

“Alright, firstly, “ he went beside her and held the staff in front of her. “Both hands up or both hands under. A mixed grip is a bad idea in the long run.”

All in all, the baton date was going pretty great if Marinette had to say so herself. She actually took one or two of the suggestions Chat gave her, even if a staff wasn’t her main weapon. This was pretty good training. She was aware Chat was trying to impress her with all his skills and knowledge and while she wasn’t especially impressed (she was a superhero too, after all) Chat was extremely happy with their little lesson, so Marinette kept up the little game. Honest smiles looked good on him. And she would lie if she would say she didn’t like the fond look he was giving her when he thought she wasn’t watching. She was leaning against him at the moment, grip tight on the baton. She glanced up and Chat was giving him one of those looks of his, that made her feel like she was truly precious to him. When he noticed she was looking at him, he moved his gaze, looking forward.

“If you need to push an enemy away, you extend the staff forward.” he instructed, settling his right hand over her and gently guiding it to the buttons of the weapon, making her press the right one.

One hour of staff fighting lessons and Chat finally let go of his staff and put some distance between them. And even though the night wasn’t cold, Marinette missed the warmth of his chest, more than she would like to admit.

“Alright, Princess, ready for a one to one?” Chat questioned moving in a fight stance a few meters away from her. Marinette positioned the staff, ready to defend herself. They danced a little around each other until Chat charged again. Marinette held the staff forward, ready to block him, when he did something unexpected. He grabbed the staff, forcing her to held it above both their heads.

“Not bad, princess,” he said in a breathy tone. They were both sweating and breathing heavily for the constant training in the last hour. Chat leaned forward, nuzzling their noses. “I’m impurressed. Don’t be sorry you can’t win against me from the start, though.” he said with a smirk.

Marinette smirked herself. “Thank you for teaching me, chaton.” she narrowed her eyes. “How shall I thank you?” he was still leaning close and Marinette took advantage of that to bump their noses together.

Chat’s whole confidence seemed to go down the drain. “ No… no, need to er… I.”

“Oh, but I have to thank you somehow,” she said, tilting her head. “You are a wonderful instructor.” she couldn’t hide the smugness as she saw the blush under the line of his mask.

The second when her lips touched his he let go of the staff. Marinette herself let it down, holding it just in her right hand, focusing rather on kissing him. Their breaths were already ragged from training, so she kiss couldn’t last too long. It was sweet, though and both of them found out, they wouldn’t mind repeating the experience.

“I hope that was enough of a reward.” Marinette whispered as they finished the kiss, still leaning close to him. “But there is a thing, minou…” she nuzzled his nose, imitating his earlier move just as she positioned the staff next to his ankles. And in one fast movement, Chat fell on his back.

“I always win.” she declared with a smug smirk as Chat got propped himself on his eyebrows. She swung the staff onto her shoulders, copying a movement she knew he always did when he felt confident.

Looking up at Marinette, holding his weapon, looking as smug as ever and standing victoriously above him as the lights of the city made her blue eyes sparkle, Chat was speechless. Something stirred in his chest and it was a little bit unfamiliar, yet not a bad feeling, it was almost as a wave of warmth took over him. Still, he wasn’t sure what it… oh. OH!

Oh, boy, he was in so much shit.

  • Lance: Keith is a man of few words.
  • Keith: [internally] The moon landing was faked. It has to be fake. If you looked closely, you could see the glint of strings holding the astronauts up and there's no way someone could get up that fast when on the moon. The flag was blowing...how could it be blowing??? There's no wind on the moon???? The government is hiding things from us. I know it. Don't even get me started on the Roswell Alien case, hoo boy
Twenty One Pilots asks

Self - titled

  • Why won’t you let us use your name?:    What is your name?
  • And I die as I wait as I wait on my crime:     What are you most guilty of?
  • You should never trust the Pantaloon:    What three words describe you?
  • So wash me with your water:     Is there anyone you miss?
  • Friend, please don’t take your life away from me:    Who is someone you can’t live without?
  • There’s miles of land in front of us:    If you could go anywhere where would you go?
  • The man deserves a medal:    What are you most proud of?
  • Your twisted mind is like snow on the road:    What is you favorite season?
  • I don’t fall slow like I used to:    What are you most afraid of?
  • He thinks that faith might be dead:    Are you religious?
  •  And I begin to envy the headlights driving south:    What do you listen to when you drive?
  • Sometimes we will die and sometimes we will fly away:    If you could have any superpower what would you have?
  • I’m singing:    What is your favorite song at the moment?
  • Now is the climax to the story:    What is your favorite book?

Regional At Best

  • If we could just lay down and wake up in Slowtown:    What is your favorite childhood memory?
  • There’s a stomach inside my brain:    What is your dream job?
  • Culture forbids:    What languages can you speak?
  • Is not a kitchen sink to me, OK friend?:    What is your kitchen sink
  • Won’t you go to someone else’s dreams?:    What is your favorite dream?
  • I hear a second voice behind your tongue somehow:    What language would you like to learn?
  • Ruby take my hand, please lead me to the Promised Land:    Do you believe in aliens?
  • Inside my bird’s eye theories:    What conspiracy theory do you believe in?
  • I’m the son of all I’ve done:    How many people are in your family?

Vessel

  • Cause the dark’s not taking prisoners tonight:    What is your favorite quote?
  • Twisting the kaleidoscope behind both of my eyes:    Are you artistic?
  • Me for yelling, I’m telling you green gardens:    If you were a plant what would you be?
  • And turned our future upside down:    What is the wildest thing you’ve ever done?
  • And now I just sit in silence:    What was the first song you remember really liking?
  • Night falls with gravity:    Are you a morning or night person?
  • Cause there’s a screen on my chest:    What is your favorite television series?
  • Don’t wanna give you all my pieces:    Is there anyone you trust completely?
  • You say that you are close, is close the closest star?:    If you could time travel where and when would you go to?
  • But there’s hope out the window:    What gives you hope?
  • Silent in the trees    Where is your favorite place to be?
  • Stay alive, stay alive, for me:    Who is your role model?

Blurryface

  • One time to think and I say we start now:    What is one thing you want to do in the future?
  • Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young:    What is your favorite smell?
  • I know it’s hard sometimes:    How are you feeling today?
  • Yo, this song will never be on the radio:    Favorite song that is not on the radio?
  • But it takes someone to come around to show you how:    What is your sexual orientation?
  • But we go where we want to:     What is something you firmly believe in?
  • But I’m not good with directions and I hide behind my mouth:    What is your worst trait?
  • I want the markings made on my skin:    Do you have any tattoos? If not do you want one and of what?
  • I wanted to be a better brother, better son:    If you could go back in time to fix something would you?
  • But because of you I might think twice:     Is there special someone that you are falling for right now?
  • It’s just poetry divided:    What is your favorite poem/poet?
  • Our hometown’s in the dark:    What reminds you of home?
  • Don’t you test me though, just because I play the piano:    Do you play any instruments?
  • I want to be known by you:    If you could meet any famous person who would you meet?

BONUS

  • You’ll never know the psychopath sitting next to you:    What is something you take for granted?
  • It’s time to say goodbye:    Who was your hardest goodbye?

Stay street my friends!

Things that were still a thing not so long ago in Finland:

- homosexual acts were a crime that could land you max two years in jail until the year 1971; when you meet a Finnish LGBT member past age 62 this might well have been their reality (boink your dear, serve a year)(I’m calculating approx age based on current age of consent)

- after that it was considered a mental illness until 1981; now we’re thinking about gay people 52 years old and older that lived through this

- discrimination based on sexual orientation was criminalized in 1995, so people born in the 80′s and older had to deal with this

- it was still a criminal offence to “promote homosexuality” until 1999… I was 20 when this was decriminalized 

- the age of consent used to be 18 for homosexual relationships, while it was 16 for heterosexual ones; this was changed to 16 for both in 1999 as well

- discrimination based on gender identity wasn’t a crime until 2005

- before 2009 homosexual parents weren’t allowed to legally adopt their partner’s child

- this year (2017), finally, we’ll have marriage equality!

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NAMELESS  MY PRICE

I AM SO SORRY THAT THIS IS SO LATE !!! I truly am.

But I got carried away with answering, like REALLY carried away. So much so that I need a keep reading and a table of contents.

 So within this post I will answer your questions on nameless is my price and the lock. But also: The history, What the Keys are, Where the Keys are, The Lock, The Witch Mirrors, Forging the Lock, The Queen who was Promised, Nameless is my Price, All the players in the unfinished game, Now and What could happen.

So yeah, I’m sorry this is so long and I am sorry this took so long to do. But I hope you enjoy :)

The History: The Valg have three kings. When they first left their realm, they went to Wendlyn. It was in Wendlyn where the three kings broke apart the keys and wielded them. Thus, allowing them to open portals between lands.

At some point, Brannon and Athril went to steal the keys. But Maeve followed them in hopes of taking the keys for herself. In the end, she killed Athril and Brannon took the keys back from Maeve. Brannon then burned the Sun Goddess’s temple and fled to Erelia and founded Terrasen. (Note: Baba Yellowlegs said Maeve banished two out of the three kings back to their realm)

Eventually the last remaining Valg King, Erawan made a comeback. And in desperation to end everything once and for all, Mala sacrificed herself for the Lock to be forged.

Brannon then bided his time to use the lock, waited for his magic to be at its peak. But Elena decided she knew best and stole the Lock/Eye and went off with Gavin to go and fight Erawan down in Morath. Elena did not know the purpose of the Lock, and so she decided to use it to lock Erawan into a tomb.

When she did this, the twelve gods and goddesses descended upon Earth and called her stupid and what-not. The gods originally wanted to release Erawan again, but Elena convinced them not to. In her shame and to appease them she made it so that:

  1. The war would be handed off to another generation
  2. She would aid whoever was supposed to be sacrificed in finding the keys

Fast forward a few thousand years, give or take. The King of Adarlan found the first key and took it down to Morath to show Duke Perrington. Who in turn showed the King the tomb of Erawan. They proceed to open it thus releasing Erawan. Erawan then went into Perrinton’s body and had one of his minions go into the King of Adarlan’s. After this happened the King of Adarlan tries to keep everything at bay by:

  1. Going to Terrasen to have Aelin kill him with her fire magic
    1. However, Evalin knocks Aelin out before this can happen
    2. The Valg takes control of the King and kills the royal family of Terrasen
    3. Aelin runs after Marion tells her to and ends up jumping into the Florine River
      1. In the river, the Necklace of Orynth tries to protect her. But she dies anyways.
      2. Elena after bargaining with the gods becomes corporeal and saves Aelin by picking her up, placing her on a log, steered her to shore, and then getting Arobynn (Note: The bargain that Elena makes with the gods in exchange for saving Aelin’s life is that she will go with them and the Valg into that other realm)
    4. The world believing Aelin is dead, the King of Adarlan goes to war with Terrasen
  2. In a last-ditch attempt to save Dorian and the rest of the world, the King of Adarlan erected the towers, thus banishing magic
    1. The King couldn’t fight against the Valg because he was using all of his strength to protect the reason why he built the towers and wat their purpose was

What the Keys are: The Keys are slivers of the Wyrdgates. They are black and glittering. Originally broken into three pieces so that the three Valg Kings could wield them.

Where the Keys are: Brannon decided that the keys were not safe in anyone’s hands and so he hid them all. And only with a riddle could someone find them. (Note: This riddle can be found in Crown of Midnight on Page. 280)  

  1. The first key was hidden in the Glass Castle in the stone crown in Elena’s sarcophagus.
    1. Found by the King of Adarlan
  2. The second key was hidden at Mala’s Temple that could only be accessed by someone with fire magic OR with one of the keys
    1. Found by Erawan
  3. The third key was hidden in the Amulet of Orynth
    1. Found by Aelin

Now Erawan has the second key and Dorian has the first and third.

The lock: The lock is the Eye of Elena. It’s the small witch mirror that is in the middle of the Eye. That mirror is the place where the essence of the person who is to be sacrificed must go.

Witch mirrors: Originally which mirrors were sacred, used to build and break and mend and made up of silver. Some allow people to see into the future, the past or the present. Others can be spoken through, and some are amplifiers. They are very hard to be broken.

Forging the lock: The lock was originally forged by Mala, Brannon and Rhiannon Crochan along with the gods. Mala sacrificed herself for the lock to be forged because her fire is the only thing that can expel the Valg because they fear it.

For the lock to be forged, Mala needed help from Rhiannon to cast her essence into the witch mirror. And once used, the lock cannot be used again unless someone sacrifices themselves.

The lock itself cannot be forged by anyone other than a person with fire magic and Mala’s blood in their veins. This means that while the Havilliard line has Mala’s blood, Dorian cannot be used because he has Raw Magic. And Hollin couldn’t because he is not the Queen who was Promised.

Nameless is my price: Nameless is my price are clues for the keys and from Brannon as to who must be sacrificed. These clues result in learning that:

  • The person with the bastard’s mark.
  • The person who has the same gifts as Brannon, who has been blessed by Mala.
  • The person who can wear the Amulet of Orynth. Which is only a person of Galathynius descent, thus assuring that the blood of Mala flows through their veins.

That person will be the one who is sacrificed.

Now the reason that Baba Yellowlegs and Maeve said nameless is my price.

With Baba Yellowlegs, it was in response to Celaena asking what the price about knowing about the Wyrdkeys and Wydrgate would be. The wyrdgate. The wyrdgate which has a price of death. The death of the person who fits the criteria that the clues nameless is my price puts forth.

The reason Maeve says nameless is my price is that the nameless is my price refers to the keys and the person who is destined to wield them. Aelin being that person and her also being the person who has the keys. So, that is why Maeve says Nameless is my price. Because that means Aelin, and the keys and she wants both of them.

All the player in the unfinished game: Aelin, Dorian, and Manon. They for all intense and purposes are the players in the unfinished game. Aelin is to take the place of Mala, Dorian is the King of Adarlan and Manon is the last Queen of the Crochan witches and the one who is to break Rhiannon Crochan’s curse.

If all goes to the gods’ plan Manon will help Aelin cast her essence into the Lock (the mirror within the Eye of Elena). Aelin will die to forge the lock. And Dorian probably will seal the lock, sending the gods with the Valg into that dark realm where they came from to destroy the Valg once and for all. (Dorian’s purpose is speculation)

Now: Chaol and Nesryn are in the Southern Continent. Lysandra has shifted into Aelin and with Aedion, is going back up to Terrasen to ready for war. Dorian is going off to find the third Wyrdkey (probably will end up in Morath). Manon, the Thirteen, and Ansel are going to find the Crochan witches. Aelin is in an iron coffin with Maeve. Rowan is her husband and de-facto ruler of Terrasen. And him along with Gavriel, Lorcan and Elide are going to get Aelin back.

What Could Happen:

Option 1) Aelin doesn’t have to die. The lock was initially forged with Mala’s mortal body. Mala is a goddess. She was immortal then tied her life to Brannon’s (thus becoming mortal) and then gave up her mortal body (thus becoming immortal again) to forge the lock. So, if Aelin gives up her mortal body, she would then become immortal. A Fae.

Option 2) Aelin does die to forge the lock. But someone dead bargains with the gods to resurrect her again. This has already happened once before with Elena and the gods, so we know it works.

Option 3) Aelin dies forging the lock, but Rowan and Aedion and Dorian and Chaol and Lysandra make it so that if the gods want Erawan exiled and them to go with him, they must bring back Aelin because it is them who hold all three keys

The one thing I love about the YOI fandom is how little everyone knows about figure skating and how it actually works. Like because nobody knows the difference between the jumps so I have had to explain multiple times to people that a flip is not the same thing as a toeloop.  Or that a quad is not a jump its just how many rotations are in a jump. And like I love how some people actually think that people pick a theme for their freeskate and short programs. Usually we just listen to some boppin music and find a song that we think we could skate to. Like you pick a song based on how well you can skate, so if you can skate fast and land big jumps usually your music has a higher BPM and with a lot more variation. And when I used to compete, there was nothing going on in my head besides “Oh jump coming up” or “Woops I completely messed up my footwork, oh well”. There is no story, no “I must beat them to the ground”, no metaphors. So just imagine Yurio skating. That’s pretty much how we all are when competing. At least when we’re on ice, when off ice I’m a total Yuuri, like I cannot watch anybody else skate or else ill get nervous. Other than that this anime is like 100% accurate. Props. (also if any of you are confused about anything related to figure skating my ask box is open :D)

Edit: I really like the fandom bc I’m selfish and I love it when people ask me questions about something not many people actually in the fandom know about. Love me. Edit Edit: It’s been like a year since I last skated but I still want to know everyone’s perspective on it! Like if you skate do you also think like me?? Are you the same on and off the ice? If you don’t skate does it surprise you that we don’t come up with stories??? Like I wanna kno now.

anonymous asked:

Dino giving you a hickey without realising then the rest of the boys see it and sit you down for a "serious talk"

I hope this doesn’t have too much of certain things and that it’s what you wanted, please enjoy~


“Are you even listening to me?”

Chan turned around and looked at you in surprise, his eyebrows raised and lips in a perfect circle. You frowned with a pout and crossed your arms by your chest, while he merely smiled and got up from where he was sitting on a pillow on the floor, and climbed up to his upper bunk bed to sit next to you.

His hand landed on your leg and he squeezed it lightly. “You know I tend to get really immersed when there’s a good dancer on TV.”

You sighed, a pout still present on your lips, at which Chan laughed heartily and let go of your leg so that he could get his arm around you. 

“Come on, babe,” he said pleadingly and held you well against himself. You turned more towards him and pressed your hand to his chest, where he covered it with his. “I always listen with at least half an ear, so I am aware that you want to go ice skating during the weekend, and I would love to go with you.”

Nodding, you let your pout disappear and snuggled closer to Chan, looking dreamily into his beautiful, chocolate brown eyes with a small smile spreading to your lips. “That’s all I needed to know.”

Chan chuckled and poked your nose lightly with his. “I think you should know that I don’t exactly know how to skate, though.”

Your smile widened, and you moved your hand up on his chest, until you were caressing his neck and playing with the hairs at the back. “I’ll make sure you won’t fall. …Too many times, at least.”

His eyes disappeared into crescent moons as he grinned, his lips nearly brushing against yours. “I’ll pull you down with me.”

With your gaze falling to his lips and some heat climbing to your cheeks with how close you were, you almost stuttered. “We’ll see about that.”

“Sure,” Chan breathed, his hand falling down from your upper arm to your waist when he closed the remaining few millimeters between the two of you and brought his lips to yours. He tasted faintly of the strawberry chapstick he often used, and his lips were as soft as ever.

The kiss turned into another, and then into another, and soon you were sitting astride on Chan’s lap. His hands moved between your waist and hips, while yours were restless, travelling between his shoulders, neck and hair. If the first kiss had been soft, the kisses you were exchanging only five minutes later were a bit less so, but they were just as enjoyable.

Chan broke the kiss for some air, and before you were able to initiate another round of kisses, he had already bent down a little, so that his lips were on your neck.

You let out a gasp when you felt him suck on your neck lightly, and after that quiet sound of yours, you could feel Chan grinning against your skin and move his lips lower, right above your collarbone. Running your fingers through his hair while your other hand rested on his shoulder, you bit down on your lower lip; you could feel him suck on your skin, this time a bit more roughly, and while ticklish, it also felt really good.

When Chan raised his head again, he was grinning from ear to ear, cheeks flushed and eyes shiny. It seemed like he was about to say something, but you cupped his cheeks and leaned down to kiss him on the lips while his hands moved to your legs.

You teased his lips with the tip of your tongue, at which he parted his lips and let your tongue dance with his. As fun as it was, you had to cut it short when you could start feel Chan starting to breathe more heavily and his fingers tightening on your legs.

Pulling away from the kiss, you leaned your forehead into Chan’s and held his shoulders for some leverage as you panted a little. “I think we should stop.”

“That might be a good idea,” he said and shook his head, as though to clear his mind. You swallowed and nodded before getting off his lap and moving back to where you had been earlier, next to him.

Chan fiddled with his fingers and turned to look at you with pursed lips. “So…”

“I think I should get going soon…” you muttered, twirling some of your hair around your forefinger. Chan gasped, which made you giggle. “Don’t be so shocked, we both know I need to go home before it gets too late.”

“It’s not that,” Chan managed to say, and pointed at your left collarbone, his eyes wide. “I… think I gave you a little something.”

Raising your eyebrows in surprise, you looked down, but were unable to see anything. Chan groaned quietly and handed you his phone, with the front camera on, which finally let you see the painfully obvious hickey above your collarbone.

Chan,” you almost whined and gave him back his phone while trailing your fingers around the area where the hickey was. He smiled sheepishly and ducked his head a little apologetically.

“Oops?” he asked with a coy smile, at which you couldn’t help but sigh and shake your head, with a smile almost involuntarily spreading to your lips, too.

“I have nothing to hide it with,” you muttered, feeling troubled, and got a reassuring squeeze on your leg from Chan.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think anyone will notice.”

Fifteen minutes later, you were sitting on one of the couches in the dorm’s living room, you clasping your hands on your lap with a pout. “’Don’t think anyone will notice’?”

Chan looked at all of the Seventeen members in front of you, most of them looking amused while the others had a straight face. The youngest laughed loudly while trying to explain that he had genuinely thought no one would. It was just unfortunate that Seokmin had been looking at you carefully enough to notice.

Jihoon was pointing at his own collarbone peeking through the large collar of his oversized sweater, and he shook his head. “Those are a bad idea, Chan literally broke your blood vessels.”

You nodded and held yourself back from rolling your eyes, knowing full well what a hickey was. From the corner of your eye, you could see Chan looking concerned at Jihoon’s words, but you patted his knee to signal that it was fine.

Seungcheol touched his jaw and chin, seemingly thoughtful. “An act like this requires certain things and causes certain things… you two aren’t intimate yet, are you?”

His eyebrows shot up meaningfully at the word intimate, which effectively had both you and Chan turn a bright shade of red and stammer. “N-no, no such thing!”

You could hear Chan grumble “Hyung, you’re embarrassing me,” and you couldn’t help but giggle at it, as much as you wanted to hide under a rock with the twelve pairs of eyes staring at you and him.

“I see,” Seungcheol said thoughtfully. Jeonghan pressed a hand to his shoulder and laughed heartily at you and Chan.

“What Seungcheol wants to say is, make safe choices,” Jeonghan said while snickering. By then, the other members had lost their poker faces as well and were all enjoying the situation.

Chan groaned in frustration. “First of all, how do you know what he wanted to say? And second of all, yes, we will, when the time comes.”

Jeonghan smirked devilishly - you could practically see the horns on top of his head. “We’ve had conversations about this.”

You hid your face behind your hands, much rather not thinking about a handful of the members discussing your relationship with Chan. However, as embarrassing as the situation was, it was not the first time you had been in such a setting; the first time had been during one of your first visits to the dorm already, when you hadn’t even dated for that long, when the older members had practically given you a quiz to figure out if you really liked Chan and were good for him. 

“Okay,” Joshua said softly, laughing a little behind his hand. “All in all we just want the two of you to have fun in a responsible manner. I’m sure you both know that one thing can easily lead to another, and–”

“The blood vessels.”

Joshua rolled his eyes good-humoredly at Jihoon’s interruption. “And please remember that that is a bruise.”

The others nodded in approval, while Jun raised his hand as though asking for his turn to talk, which he was granted with a “Jun, we’re not at school.”

“Can I just say…” he began, eyes glued on your hickey, which you then tried to cover with the collar of your shirt, “that that is one amazing hickey. Well done, Chan.”

Mingyu agreed almost excitedly. “Yeah, man!”

Chan scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, while you laughed when Jun and Mingyu had their heads hit lightly by Minghao.

“Are we done?” you asked while laughing. Seungkwan looked around and nodded.

“Yes, please. That was the most awkward conversation I’ve ever had and I didn’t even take part in it!”

You laughed together, and the members began leaving one by one.

Chan walked you to your usual bus stop, his hand holding yours. You talked about the earlier talk while laughing, both of you finding it hilarious yet painfully embarrassing.

“I finally have something new to tell when I’m asked about the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me,” you laughed when you stopped at the bus stop, and turned towards Chan. He laughed brightly and pulled his beanie back on his head, since it kept falling down, almost covering his eyes.

“Same,” he said, the look in his eyes incredibly soft as he looked into yours. “So, ice skating on, hmm… Saturday?”

“If you really are up for it,” you smiled and wrapped your arms around Chan’s neck. His nod was so small that you almost missed it, but the sweet kiss he gave you was enough of a reply anyway.


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We know that the lions can move when it means protecting their paladins and Pidge is the daring, inquisitive one who will probably end up getting into trouble if there is a cool robot involved. 

So all I can think about is one day when they’ve landed on a strange planet the others wake up to discover a missing Pidge and race outside only to see their green paladin getting carried back by the Green Lion, holding onto Pidge’s shirt like a cub’s scruff. 

“I’m telling you! I could’ve had it! Did you see those sensors! They were so cool!!” 

*disagreeing lion grumble*

inklingblotspot  asked:

Was your interest in the ocean mostly concerning intertidal zones, or did you just want to physically stay out of the ocean? Because intertidal zones are super awesomesauce, but the fantastic and wicked weird alien stuff happens deeeeep down. See: CHEMOSYTHESIS oh my god I was 14 when I first learned about chemosynthesis and I still smile like a goddamned idiot whenever I think about it. Have a nice day and thank you for making me think about marine biology

I just want to physically stay out of the ocean. It’s too big and has too many things in it, and my body is not optimized for surviving within it. All of the ocean is cool, IMHO, from a microscopic level all the way to behemoths… but submarines and SCUBA diving freak me out. It’s not actually the animals that unsettle me, just the physics of tremendous amounts of water. Riptides? The bends? Water pressure? Drowning? Fucked up.

Do You Love Me Like You Used To?

Rating: T

Pairing: Riley Matthews/Farkle Minkus

Prompt: Smarkle is broken up, and Riley realizes how popular Farkle is when she watches him be pursued left and right. - anon

Word Count: 2437

A/N: Ahh!! This one was so fun to write. Sorry it took so long. I had to go back and rewrite it almost entirely, as I felt there was a different direction I could take with this one, and I’m grateful that I did! 

I listened to this song over and over again while writing it.

It started with Brenda from the back of the classroom.

Riley and Farkle were in the middle of a chemistry lab, when a note landed in Riley’s lap, addressed to Farkle. At first, all she could do was stare at it. Farkle had never gotten a note before – from anyone. 

“Hey Riley, could you start working on the math? I’ll wrap up this up,” he said, holding up a test tube. He saw the note in her hands and scrunched his eyebrows, “What’s that? Is it from that Trevor guy you’ve been talking to?” She shook her head.

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It’s just that the night you told me you’d wanted to be friends and only friends I felt my ribs crack. I couldn’t go back to friends. Not after I knew how it felt to have your lips on my neck and your hand in between my thighs. Not after seeing your Grey eyes close when you’d touch my skin. I told you when you walked in the room it’s like the sun had just set and I was looking at the world in shades of cotton candied day dreams. Or the first time we kissed that late summer night, and then suddenly we weren’t just kissing, we were laughing as our clothes fell to the ground. Hands moving, trying to touch at every bit of your tanned skin as I could so I’d know it was real. Heavy breathing, quiet moans, teeth grazing untouched land. When you looked at me during the moments in between I’d felt stars explode behind my eyelids, and the universe wasn’t this large unexplored galaxy, it was you and me, naked and comfortable. When I told you that night I couldn’t be just your friend, I was hoping you’d felt the same.