Tumblr prompt: runaway prince!simon and
Two weeks from his coronation and three
from his wedding to Princess Isabelle of Idris, the Prince of New York found
himself on a park bench in Brooklyn. His face buried in the palms of his hand
as his phone continued to ring.
Deep breaths. Deep breathes. Deep- the phone is laying in pieces on the
concrete walkway in shattered fragments.
“You’re a little far from the palace” A
slightly accented voice said, from out of the corner of his eyes Simon saw
“Oh I’m sorry your highness, I apologize
for not bowing” The boy snorted.
“Please, just leave me alone” Simon
Simon is always looking for excuses to be near
Raphael. When he finally finds a suitable excuse, he walks in on Raphael doing
something that Simon would have never thought Raphael would do. He was cooking.
Corazón—His heart. He loves Simon so much it hurts.
His beauty, his optimism, it’s a sea of good and Raphael does nothing but dive
right in. And he is not ashamed, because Simon is a gift. God’s gift, and
sometimes Raphael can’t believe what they have together is real, but when Simon
leans down and kisses him, hands running through each other’s hair skimming
down backs, and gripping hips, Raphael lives in every sense and knows that this
Raphael sighs, shaking his head more to himself than
anything else as he reaches down for Simon and pulls the other boy up again.
“That will be all for today” he pulls the bottom of his tank top up, using the
material to wipe away sweat, unaware of Simon’s gaze tracking over his abdomen.
“You did good but not good enough, even if you pinning me down was kind of hot”
I’ve just been thinking about how my brother broke his wrist on the playground in elementary school and said afterward that he felt like crying but was proud that he didn’t. And I’ve also been thinking about how when I (a girl) was around the same age and I broke my wrist in a similar situation, surrounded by my peers, I broke down crying IMMEDIATELY because that’s just what your body DOES when it’s in that kind of pain. And it’s so disturbing to me that boys are told from a young age to suppress that harmless instinct to cry, that if they act human it’s a threat to the male identity. Let boys cry, and stop using the act of crying to reaffirm your ideas of inherent female weakness.
Tsukki beat a kid he found harassing yama in the school bathroom. Yama had to pull him away before he killed the guy, and when they got home tsukki says, "Next time you decide to use the boys bathroom, let me come with you, I need to protect you." and yama says, "No, I will not let my identity make me seem weak. I won't let people tell me where I should piss.". Tsukki is a proud bf- hamilton anon
Hey! This is not a request, but just need advise cause it my favorite writer. ^^ So the advise: What should I do if your enemy or Rika in life, convinces your boyfriend to leave me for her. I'm honestly dead inside and can't do anything but cry, bu tut I won't cause I'm not weak. *crawls into hole of darkness, depression, and mystic messenger memes+hcs*
Spicy Life Tips™ time, I guess !
Honestly, why the heck would you want to be with someone who would leave you so easily??
This jerk sounds like a real loser. And what she did was not right at all. I think you have every right to be upset, cry, feel sad etc. BUT you’re waaaay better off. You may feel like you’ll never get out of this slump but you will. And they’re the ones that have to live with the way they’ve chosen to act.
Don’t do anything, you’re better than them. The best revenge is pretending like they didn’t hurt you, even if they did. Fake it till ya make it as they say (: