Nuoh, I just finished the second season of Voltron. Let's find out if there is any spoiler about Prince Lotor.
*screams* OOOOOH, ARE YOU READY TO SET SAIL? BECAUSE I SHIP LANCELOT WITH OR WITHOUT YOU. SHIP SHIP SHIIIIP
... Lancelot? What am I missing here? Did I just watched the wrong show? Are you seeing something I'm not? Are there any extra episodes that I am not aware of? Please, tell me where Lancelot come from!
The ship does not require any worthless explanation ù____ù SHIIIIIIIIIIP!
Do you think there'll be a bellarke kiss in season 4
Honey, I’m hoping for a kiss in 4.03. I’m SOOO excited for the next episode.
Now I am a known member #teamfuckingkissalready! Hell, I’m the captain of #teamfuckingkissalready! So clearly I am optimistic. And a lot of people want to lower their expectations and not hope for too much and be pessimistic and dower and expect doom.
But you know what? I don’t care.
I am ENJOYING the bellarke. I like it because I like it. Because it’s beautiful and we need it in this dark post apocalyptic world show.
I am full on hoping for Bellarke as a canon romance and do you know what happens if I don’t get it?
I’ll be okay. That’s why I’m okay with having the big hopes. Because I’m okay with it not happening because it’s just a show.
And I’m going to fucking enjoy it while it’s coming on.
Summary: A very in-depth confession of love from Phil to Dan based on and inspired by the song ‘Durban Skies’ by Bastille. (Written in Phil’s POV)
Warnings: tiny mention of alcohol?? slight suggestion of sex? idk it is definitely 100% SFW
a/n: this is the first ever actual good thing i’ve written in my life I hope it’s enjoyable and ik the punctuation is probably horrendous but idk who needs rules of the english language lmao. hope u all enjoy (also if you find any typos or anything pls lmk as it’s currently 4:30am and i’m like half asleep)
You are all that I’ve got to be thankful for.
Well, technically there’s a lot of things I’m thankful for. But nothing as important as you.
You. Dan Howell. The love of my life. My hopes, dreams, aspirations; my everything.
I know I want to be with you forever.
Our love incomparable, our souls inseparable. Nothing could ever break our bond, our hearts perfectly entangled together, like our fingertips on a dreaded, rainy, mid-Sunday taxi drive to the grocery store. Like our legs on a lazy Tuesday as we swear at each other playing Mario Kart. Like our bodies the first time we met, both of us shaking with nervousness and sweating like dogs.
I am in love with you.
You outweigh any form of negativity I have ever come across.
You are all I need. One look at you- a glance into your beautiful, dark coffee-stained eyes, and I am at peace with all in my life. All that isn’t you, anyways. I am always at peace with you.
You are my entire life, and always have been.
I fondly remember the beginning. Vivid memories of carelessness and the feeling of newly found love. The long train rides you took to close the gap between us. All the thoughtless walks around Manchester, the cheesy coffee and cinema dates, as well as the angsty nights at my house when I secretly gave you alcohol after promising my parents I wouldn’t- and getting a bit drunk. Sometimes too drunk perhaps, which led to some out of hand things. I don’t even want to know what we did, as all I remember is one time waking up to you asleep naked on my family’s dining room table. They luckily weren’t home that week. You cried over how bad you felt, and I cheered you up by ordering Indian food and wrapping us both up on the couch in a blanket as we watched our favorite childhood cartoons. You are really something else, and I couldn’t ask for any better.
Back then I could only imagine what we would experience together.
I had no idea we, as a duo, would become at all known to the world. I didn’t think about all the lives we would change and all the places we’d go and all the amazing friends we would make. All I knew for sure was that I wanted you in my arms till the day I’d die, and to this day that is still all I live by.
I am so thankful to have you next to me in my life.
Moving to London was a major risk for us. We went through some difficult hardships career-wise, but deep down I knew it would work out. Anything can work out as long as I’m with you. Our love can conquer any and all obstacles.
I understand how you work.
Your thought process, your creative sources, how your mind works. I can tell how you feel at anytime, in any situation. Parties, events, when you’re stressing about what to do for the next scene in a video. I know that the only way you can sleep most nights is if I softly play with your fingers, and if the comforter is tucked in between your knees because you hate when your bare legs are touching under the blanket as it’s too warm and it makes you feel gross. I know you better than anyone else.
You make me feel like I can live forever.
Nothing matters when our bodies are pressed together like the waves and the shore on a humid, sunny day at dusk. You know that feeling you get when you finally fit the last piece into a puzzle you’ve been working on for weeks? That feeling of completion and relief, the satisfaction and pleasure your body experiences fitting that puzzle piece perfectly into it’s place and seeing the whole picture? That’s how I feel laying next to you. When I cover your rosy face in gentle kisses every morning and when our arms embrace every time we see each other after being apart. Maybe not exactly like that, actually. Multiply that feeling by about… infinity. The way you make me feel is simply indescribable.
You’ve made me view things from a whole new perspective.
I think back to when we first walked through town together and our hair wouldn’t stop going nuts in the wind and I kept complaining and got frustrated. Your hands reached down to mine and held on just tight enough and everything was instantly calm in my mind. You taught me how to be the best person I can be and told me everything I needed to hear and more. I am forever grateful for your impact on my life.
You are the only person I want to spend my life with.
I personally don’t think weddings are the most important part of a relationship, but I know how much you look forward to ours. I often imagine seeing your gravity-defying smile and glistening eyes of endearment as we exchange I do’s and an everlasting kiss to seal everything we’ve shared since way back when. Seeing you happy is what’s most important to me.
It’s a miracle this ever worked out and I am forever grateful.
The slightest of changes in one of our paths could’ve caused everything to be different. It’s insane to think that if I hadn’t bought that exact box of cereal that one day, I would’ve never experimented with the camera I won and started uploading to youtube when I did. Every single specific decision each of us made somehow lead to this and it’s honestly terrifying to think about how easily we could’ve never even acknowledged each other, and none of this would be happening right now.
I have no words for how thankful I am that things happened the way they did.
I was always told that it wouldn’t work, but look at where we are now.
I was told not to trust you. That you were just some stranger. That you were too young and naïve, and that it wasn’t really love and that it was all just excitement. I hope they realize how wrong they were whenever they see our faces in magazines and our names in headlines. I hope they’re constantly reminded that we were different and that we made it. We made it together.
All those four am skype call sessions to the four am sunrises we’d watch from outside your family’s house to the four am netflix show binges in bed that became the only normality we know of today.
The countless amount of train rides to see each other, to the countless amount of plane rides to travel the world together. Everything is more beautiful when you’re by my side.
The hundreds of days and nights spent embraced in your arms and the hundreds and hundreds more I look forward to. You are my definition of warmth and my meaning of home and you are everything I could ever want and everything I don’t deserve and everything else that is good in the world.
You are the best person in the world. I love you so much, Dan, and I know I will love you as long as we both shall live. You complete me in every way, and you are all I’ve got to be thankful for.
My Beautiful Obsession: it's all the little things
Deeply immersed as I am in rewatching “Doctor Strange” in my free time–as often as I can–I decided I’d like to start a list of all the little moments that Stephen/Benedict makes me sigh & melts my heart. So here begins a list, in no particular order–and please feel free to reblog with any additions of you own.
* the shaving scene- yes his shoulders & chest are to die for, but DAMN, I noticed his rib cage & now my knees go weak for that as well each time that all too fleeting scene plays through
** he gives a little lift of his right eyebrow before he takes his first bite of the apple, while preparing to read the Book of Cagliostro; it’s completely adorable & it makes me want to know precisely what he’s thinking at that moment
***I know I said in no particular order, but that moment when Stephen & TAO are on the balcony in their astral forms; she asks him if he wants to know what lies in his future–at first he says no, but then he says yes; his head is slightly tilted down, and he looks sidelong at her…I find it breathtakingly beautiful, for I see vulnerability, humility, and what must be awe at the gravity of the situation and the coming parting…all in the incline of his head & the dark beauty of his eye….and I really need to know–does anyone else see this too? it makes me so soft inside, just loving Stephen (and of course, the player bringing him to life)
Okay, that’s my list for today. Either I’ve proven my ridiculousness, or some of you out there can understand & agree with what I’ve described.
There is too much to learn in biology, that’s why I love it so much. I can spend my entire lifetime trying to understand it but it would never be enough.
One of the things I learned that stuck with me for the longest time was the concept of flowering.
You see, to flower, some plants need a long uninterrupted period of darkness while others only need a short period of darkness. Those long night plants need the extra time for an internal signal to be loud enough for them to hear it. Once they do hear it, an important part of their morphology starts to change and flowers starts to develop.
I saw some beauty in that.
In the need to be in the dark for a while to even start maturing. I thought of it like my moments of unfathomable frustration. Sometimes, in the madness of pain, is when I hear a faint voice reminding me that there is hope despite the hurt. That I can grow even when I don’t feel like I can. I listen to that voice until it gets louder and louder and then suddenly … I’m out of the darkness. I am better than who I was before because I survived through it.
So, if you’re hurting or in pain. Know that you can grow and flower through it.
It may take a long time, and you may feel like the world is ending, but love, you’ll be the most extravagant beauty the world will ever see. No flower would dare compare itself to you.
After every lie you have told, and after shoving you from my life I realize that I need you here. Despite everything, I see nothing but beauty in your dark brown eyes and that cheshire smile still makes me weak.