SHORT STORIES, my favorite kind of poetry ( meme ).
SIX WORDS .
❝ i heard you were doing good. ❞ ❝ you don’t grow your horns overnight. ❞ ❝ i promise, it gets better eventually. ❞ ❝ & we never talked after that. ❞ ❝ am i really, truly, that unlovable? ❞ ❝ don’t talk like you’re coming back. ❞ ❝ my most dangerous habit is trusting. ❞ ❝ we’re made of stars & stories. ❞ ❝ you didn’t have to do that. ❞ ❝ everything is poetry when you’re drunk. ❞ ❝ did i mean anything to you? ❞ ❝ real feelings don’t just go away. ❞ ❝ you came & changed the weather. ❞ ❝ when can you just be mine? ❞ ❝ there was no love, only lust. ❞ ❝ darling, stop wishing on dead stars. ❞ ❝ art is another form of screaming. ❞ ❝ silence is the most painful goodbye. ❞ ❝ what the fuck did you do? ❞ ❝ i’m drunk, dizzy & missing you. ❞ ❝ kiss me like you’re losing me. ❞ ❝ i don’t feel like smiling today. ❞ ❝ not all good people are innocent. ❞ ❝ we’re a disaster in the making. ❞ ❝ some things are better left unsaid. ❞ ❝ we really should’ve talked about it. ❞ ❝ i’m so glad i met you. ❞ ❝ i wish i knew you earlier. ❞ ❝ i fucked (pronoun/name) to our song. ❞ ❝ i dreamed of you this night. ❞
TEN WORDS .
❝ you saw the messed up parts of me, & stayed. ❞ ❝ all i’ve ever wanted was for someone to save me. ❞ ❝ since you left, i have no one to talk to. ❞ ❝ i apologize for the nights in which i cannot breathe. ❞ ❝ everytime i look at you, i want to kiss you. ❞ ❝ we said no strings attached but now we’re in knots. ❞ ❝ there’s a difference between missing someone & missing having someone. ❞ ❝ for which f are you drinking? fuck, forget, or fun? ❞ ❝ my biggest mistake was thinking i could live without (pronoun/name). ❞ ❝ whenever (name/pronoun) rose to kiss me, i fell even more. ❞ ❝ i wish that ‘goodnight’ was followed by ‘i love you’. ❞ ❝ let’s smoke a pack of mentholds & talk about love. ❞ ❝ your deep, sleepy voice makes me feel like i’m okay. ❞ ❝ i read both of our horoscopes looking for an answer ❞ ❝ reality is the absolute last place i want to be. ❞ ❝ i didn’t expect that drunk kiss could mean this much. ❞ ❝ all i need is a late night drive with you. ❞ ❝
feeling pain is nowhere near as terrifying as feeling nothing. ❞ ❝ your eyes are the color of summer fading into autumn. ❞ ❝ you are the warmest home i will ever, ever find. ❞ ❝ the world is less scary when i am with you. ❞ ❝ i still can’t tell which of us was the victim. ❞ ❝ i just need an excuse to hang out with you. ❞ ❝ your expectations for me have been set way too high. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to feel this way about anyone else. ❞
You will always have me. You can call me at midnight when the memories are hurting you, we will talk about the stars and appreciate the silence. I will stay up with you all night to talk about the things that bothers you. And if you want to escape at the moment, I will willingly give up my time to run away with you, even if it’s only a quick stroll across the town. I will be there when the world turns its back on you. I will hold you in my arms and stand up for you. I will always, always be right there for you, even if I’m not the one you needed.
“in the end, i think it’s him who lost,” she sighed after a few minutes of silence had passed.
he turned to look at her, “what do you mean?”
“well… he lost a girl who could’ve given him the whole world and all the stars if he asked. he lost a girl who would’ve known him better than he knew himself. he lost a girl who, i’m pretty damn sure, would’ve loved him in ways he couldn’t even imagine. but he was too blind to see that… so now she’s going to give it to someone who deserves it while he’ll be left wondering why he ever let her go.”
Seventeen things you have to learn for yourself
as a Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Questioning, Intersex, Asexual, Pansexual
or otherwise Queer youth
by the time you are seventeen.
One is that the first Pride was a riot
I don’t mean that it was full of laughter, or that it was some grand party
where everyone spiraled up to dance among the stars
because the only glittering that night
was broken glass on cobblestones.
The first Pride was a riot
on the backstreets of New York
and they never tell us
The only protest
in a decade full of turmoil
where the cops had to hide out in the bar they raided
and run from shouting rioters
who fought to reclaim the only patch of ground they had ever claimed as theirs
the first Pride was a riot,
and two, around the same time it took place
it was a debated topic in the gay community
whether or not they should say
that they weren’t mentally ill
which, three, homosexuality was removed
from the American Psychiatric Association’s list of mental illnesses
all it took was a vote to declare that, whoops, we were never mentally ill
except, four, there are still teenagers being tortured today
in what some dare blaspheme as “therapy”
used to destroy their self-identity
in the hopes of making them normal.
except, four, the queer community still carries overwhelmingly high rates for poverty and homelessness and depression.
Did you know that, five,
over half the children forced into conversion therapy
And six, that lesbians
were regarded as “hangers-on”
of the movement
by much of the gay community
before the AIDS crisis?
Because it turns out, seven can wear a rainbow on your shirt
and still be a bigot.
There are people who stick rainbows in their ears
or wear them on their fingers
or slap them across their cheeks in badges of defiance
and will still hate you for the color of your skin
or the size of your thighs
or your gender
or the way you like to kiss two or more genders
or none of the above.
Don’t ask me why this happens
it just does
I think it might be that we’ve all been taught to hate ourselves
for so damn long
that we don’t understand what to do
in a space with no hate.
Or maybe it’s that the space seems too small, because
eight, there are people who will tell you that you are not enough
that you do not reach the magical benchmark of “gay enough” to pass through the gate even
when you are some flavor of the rainbow other than straight-out gay.
eight, this is bullshit
eight, those people are bullshit.
eight, you are enough.
eight, there is always enough room.
nine, there is no overarching “homosexual agenda”
we’re all kind of flailing along in here trying to figure out some way to make it work
when most of us have nothing in common
except that society looked at us in different ways and decided we didn’t fit
so we could all go be misfits together
under one big rainbow flag
but just so you know, ten, there are plenty of other flags
there is one for you, I promise
and eleven, misfits may not all need the same things
but we need to stick together, especially in a world where
twelve—refer to point seven—there are lesbians who hate other lesbians
for having the audacity to be born in a body
that everyone looked at and saw “boy”
which brings me to
thirteen, there is so much to understand.
fourteen, you need to understand
because we need to stick together
and to stick together we do not have to be the same but we do have to understand
and it will be hard because
you were probably thrown into this world with no warning because
fifteen, being queer is not genetic and we are not unique among minorities
in that we collect our heritage through broken bits of history and research in a world constantly working to make those misfit bits go away
but we are unique in that when we try to prove our legacy
we can be laughed down
or flat out ignored
but I swear to you
you have a history as old as Alexander the Great
as beautiful as Sappho
as dignified as Abraham Lincoln
and as proud as Eleanor Roosevelt.
But even with that behind us
they have always watched us die.
because even though the bystander effect is bullshit, sixteen
Kitty Genovese was a lesbian, sixteen
Ronald Reagan is a mass murderer, sixteen
our children, your brothers and sisters and siblings of all stripes and all colors and sexualities and genders are being murdered
Sixteen, there is an entire generation of gay and bisexual men
missing from history
because the government chose to do nothing
when they were dying by the thousands.
sixteen, we died from the disease and died from going back into the closet and died for staying there and died for coming out,
sixteen, they laughed at us because they believed god was punishing us for daring to love,
sixteen, ashes of your forerunners rest on the lawn of the White House because
SIXTEEN, THEY HAVE ALWAYS WATCHED US DIE.
you are allowed
to be angry.
You do not have to be one of the nice gays
or one of the nice trans people
or sweet or kind or educate the rest of the world in something less than a yell
you are allowed to be so furious it scalds your bones
at the way we are forgotten
and passed over
at the way, as soon as June becomes July
we are expected
to go back to dying in silence
and mourning our dead
and kissing all alone
when no one can be offended
at the sight of us.
You are allowed to be angry
and scream down the stars
to shatter like broken glass at your feet
because you know what?
The first Pride
was a riot.
You will always have me. You can call me at midnight when the memories are hurting you, we will talk about the stars and appreciate the silence. I will stay up with you all night to talk about the things that bothers you. And if you want to escape at the moment, I will willingly give up my time to run away with you, even if it’s only a quick stroll across the town. I will be there when the world turns its back on you. I will hold you in my arms and stand up for you. I will always, always be right there for you, even if I’m not the one you needed
I love your silence. It is so wise. It listens. It invites warmth. I love your loneliness. It is brave. It makes the universe want to protect you. You have the loneliness that all true heroes have, a loneliness that is a deep sea, within which the fishes of mystery dwell. I love your quest. It is noble. It has greatness in it. Only one who is born under a blessed star would set sail across the billowing waves and the wild squalls, because of a dream. I love your dream. It is magical. Only those who truly love and who are truly strong can sustain their lives as a dream. You dwell in your own enchantment. Life throws stones at you, but your love and your dream change those stones into the flowers of discovery. Even if you lose, or are defeated by things, your triumph will always be exemplary. And if no one knows it, then there are places that do. People like you enrich the dreams of the world, and it is dreams that create history. People like you are the unknowing transformers of things, protected by your own fairy-tale, by love.
This is kinda random but this idea has been stuck in my head: what if mc just liked to go out and sit on the roof at night to look at the stars and one night their s/o catches them (I'd imagine Jumin would flip his Shit tbh)
need some cute ass fluff in my life so im doing this sorry
when he first finds MC, he doesnt say anything
he just stares at them, smiling
god, i am so lucky
how can just the mere sight of someone make me so, so happy?
i swear to god, i’ll never get tired of this view…
“hey there, cutie. you looked cold”
Yoosung sits down beside MC, wrapping his arms around them along with a blanket
they’re both inside the blanket together, snuggling on the roof while MC stares up at the stars and Yoosung looks mostly at them
he rests his head on MC’s shoulders and closes his eyes, soaking up the moment with them
“Yoosung? you’re not gonna fall asleep, are you?”
as Yoosung answers he wraps both arms around MC, smiling and breathing in the night air deeply
“so what if i do? even sleeping on the roof is warm with you~”
MC giggles a little and pulls the blanket over him more, resting their head on his
he sees MC and instantly has to join them
“hey baby, whatchya doin?”
he would catch them by surprise and talk in a cute voice
“oh, Zen! i was just looking up at the stars…”
“do you care if i join you?”
MC scoots over and pats the space next to them
“of course not!”
so Zen climbs out to the roof and sits next to MC, putting an arm around them and rubbing their arm in an attempt to warm em up
him and MC look up at the sky together in silence for some time before Zen decides to turn his attention to MC
after a few seconds of staring, they turn to look at Zen, too
“what is it?”
Zen looks into their eyes for a second of two, smiling, and leans forward to kiss them
MC can feel the smile in his kiss, and shudders a little when his hand touches their face
“nothing, i just wanted to do that” Zen says almost mater-of-factly through his smile, then turns back to the night sky
MC gets all flustered even though kissing Zen is something they do all the time, and he pulls them closer, running his fingers through their hair
as soon as she sees MC, she runs into her room to grab a jacket
“MC, what are you doing on the roof? do you need a jacket?”
Jaehee awkwardly climbs on the roof and drapes the jacket over their shoulders
“i was just looking at the stars, Jaehee! sorry if i worried you…”
“im just worried about you getting sick”
“i know, i know…”
they sit in silence for a few moments before Jaehee speaks up again
“you know, they way you look at the night sky is quite endearing”
MC feels warm suddenly
Jaehee scoots closer to MC, wrapping an arm around them
she quickly pecks their cheek before looking up at the stars again
oh my god, what is MC doing out there?!
they’re going to catch a cold like that!
“darling? why are you on the roof at this time of night? and in your pajamas?”
when MC turns their face is red, and they nervously pushing some loose hairs behind their ear
“oh, J-Jumin! i was just looking up at the starts…they’re so pretty tonight”
Jumin’s heart softens with MC’s words, and his concerned look instantly melts into a smile
“well if they’re as pretty as you say, i’d like to see them myself”
this is where Jumin Han, still wearing his suit, awkwardly climbs onto the roof through the window
MC giggles as they watch him
“okay, im here”
Jumin tries to fix his hair, smirking at MC in response to their joke
he takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over MC’s shoulders
he sits next to MC, hugging his knees as they stare up at the night sky
as much as he wants to join them, he just cant take his eyes off of MC for even a second
“Jumin! you arent even looking up!”
he hadnt even realized he was staring
he reaches out, pulling MC close to him and wrapping an arm around their shoulder
“i guess i just love the way the stars look reflected in your eyes”
as Jumin pulls MC in, he places a soft, warm kiss on their cheek, then nestles his head into their neck
the sensation tickles MC a bit, but they just kiss his head and continue to look up at the stars
“come here often?”
when MC turns toward the window they see Seven leaning out of it, his arm resting on the window sill
“only when there arent any clouds”
Seven climbs onto the roof as if he’s done it a million times
“i like to come out here too, but mostly just to get away from you”
MC smiles and playfully pushes on Seven’s arm
Seven responds by wrapping both arms around MC and pulling them in between his legs
he unzippes his jacket, then zips it back up around the both of them, hugging MC from behind inside the big hoodie
“what the heck are you doing?”
“you looked cold! what else was i supposed to do?”
Seven rests his chin on MC’s shoulder, looking up with them
he points out stars, planets, and constellations
he even has this cute trick where he knows where all the letters of the alphabet are in the sky, so he can spell MC’s name in the stars
after taking about stars and space and aliens for awhile, Seven decides to end the conversation by littering MC’s cheek, neck, and shoulder with little kisses
“love you so, so much. you know that, right?”
MC awkwardly cranes their neck so they can look at Seven
“i love you too, more than anything”
Seven places a small, uncomfortable kiss on MC’s lips before they turn around again, and he wraps his arms around them even tighter and pulls then closer as he returns to resting his chin on their shoulder
can u tell how much a crave physical affection? lol
I just want the Baze and Chirrut version of that Lord of the Rings scene where they’re trying to enter some temple or cantina and the guards demand that they have to surrender all their weapons, and Baze starts pulling out an increasingly improbable quantity of blasters, vibroblades, slugthrowers, throwing stars, boot knives and batons - plus his cannon and power pack, of course - and the guards are just becoming increasingly baffled like, “Where the hell are you storing all of that?” and while the pile continues to grow at Baze’s feet, Chirrut’s just standing there, having already laid down his lightbow, serenely leaning on his staff, and after Baze throws down a final blaster (the sixth) onto the pile with a clatter that echoes into the slightly stunned silence, the head guard finally turns to Chirrut and asks apologetically for his staff, to which Chirrut puts on his best innocently harmless expression and says, “You wouldn’t deprive a blind man of his only walking stick, would you?” while Baze stolidly does not facepalm in the background.
The guards eventually let them in with the staff. Chirrut proceeds to take down an entire roomful of mobsters while Baze threatens their leader into submission on the strength of his winning personality (and the holdout blaster he had in an inner pocket). Somewhere in an alternate dimension, Gandalf smiles.
Readers and retailers! We will be doing some serious press in a couple of weeks but as you will start placing your orders soon and I wanted to give you the hard sell on DEFENDERS.
This is a book we are very excited about. For those you don’t know we are launching an all new DEFENDERS in June. It is all new material written by myself and drawn by my iron Man and Civil War collaborators @davidmarquez and the amazing @jpocolors
my history with these characters is, let’s say, pronounced. First of all, some of you know that I’m one of the creators of Jessica Jones. Doesn’t get more intimate than that.
The second season of the show is filming now. Since her TV debut she has become a worldwide media sensation. It still stuns me to this day.
For those who have not been reading the new Jessica Jones series, things are very different for her and Luke. Their relationship will be the cornerstone of Defenders just as it was sometimes back in New Avengers.
In fact, let’s talk about NEW AVENGERS. where i staked my reputation and put Luke Cage right front and center
if there was a major marvel event, I tried to make sure Mr. Cage, for the first time in his long history, had something to say about it
CIVIL WAR 1
Plus, I was writing Alias, Daredevil and two Avengers books simultaneously and it created a situation where I could develop the relationship between Jessica Jones and Luke Cage into something very real…
And I love Daredevil so much. I have missed writing him.
And returning to the character under this decidedly different scenario has been very fulfilling creatively.
When I was writing all these characters previously, I initially steered clear of Iron Fist because he was being written by two really good friends of mine Matt Fraction and Ed Brubaker in the seminal run with David Aja.
but once he became available…
we even found a cool way to connect the iron fist saga to the Phoenix saga
we introduced the white costume which is the best costume!
when I was done with avengers I was already preparing this book. I was. I pitched it publicly in on my last page…
and then something happened…
They all became big ass tv stars!
And all those who spent the aughts MOCKING me for a Luke cage ‘crush’… were silenced!! as I was proven right!! again! :-)
And now finally the stars align for us to make this very special new book. Our goal is to create a brand-new, very dangerous, very exciting tapestry for the street-level comics. All of which will be centered around these four amazing characters but almost every single character you can think of that would fit in the mean streets of marvel will feature in this book.
They will be threatened by new players, new threats, old scores, and new rules.
issue three? The punisher
here is an exclusive look at some of issue number one, two, and the ALL NEW free comic book day story that sets everything up in the Guardians FCBD issue available at all participating comic book stores all over the country on free comic book day May 5
these are not in any sequential order, but check this out…
That’s my pitch! People always ask me what they can do to support their favorite comics… go to your local store and preorder.
That means the store will set one aside for you and that means we will set one aside for the store.
See you for free comic book day they where many of you are going to be shocked by what you find in that story… and then just a couple weeks later defenders number one and the all-new chapter for these characters that you and I love so much
bonus item, the Neal Adams. Cover for number one
remember that time comics legend Neal Adams drew Jessica Jones? :)
He’d like to possibly cover Closer to the Heart by Rush in the future
His favorite concert of Rush’s he’s seen (out of 11) is the R30 tour in 2004
His favorite thing he’s seen them play live is Xanadu
He doesn’t plan on trying to start playing an instrument (aside from the bass which he has said he’s mediocre at) because the band he’s got now has such awesome musicians that he wants to focus on being the best vocalist he can be
His favorite Skyhill song is Run with the Hunted, and his least favorite is Only One
His favorite Rush song to play on the bass is Fountain of Lameneth (but it’s hard)
It’s pretty likely that there will eventually be a new Skyhill song or album
He first saw Rush in 1994 in NJ at the Brendan Byrne Arena. He’s seen them on every tour since.
He’s hoping that next year they’ll be able to tour in the UK, and he’d like to be able to tour in Australia too at some point
What influenced him most from Rush is their chord choices, their worth ethic, and their integrity.
If he could perform vocals on one song with Rush, it would probably be Time Stand Still
His best Rush-related experience was zoning out by himself as a kid and letting their music take his imagination places
His favorite Rush albums are A Farewell to Kings, Hemispheres, Caress of Steel, and 2112. His least favorite (though he still loves them!) are Hold your Fire, Counterparts, and Snakes and Arrows
The most direct way that Rush has affected him is that they helped inspire him to commit his life to music.
His top 3 songs are Xanadu, Hemispheres, and Fountain of Lameneth
He started listening to Rush at 13 and he became obsessed with them. He sang their music to himself all day during school.
When asked how many Rush shirts he has, his answer was “Too many!!”
A Farewell to Kings is his alltime favorite Rush album
What initially caused him to enjoy Rush was that it was an awesome sound that he’d never really heard before and lyrics that appealed to his nerdy Lord of the Rings loving self.
His favorite >10 minute Rush track is (possibly) Circumstances
I’m more Jewish by culture than by religion. I certainly believe that there’s a lot to life and the universe that we don’t understand, and I respect anyone who finds their answers in religion, but it’s never been a big part of my life personally.”
His favorite Rush show to watch is one from Rio
The song he’s most proud of is 6969 because it’s a comedy prog song, which is something he’s always wanted to do.
His favorite part of 2112 is the overture
Hemispheres will always remind him of his freshman year of high school. He listened to it constantly.
Both him and Arin write the lyrics to Starbomb songs
He feels an immediate kinship with other Rush fans. “We’re like a world-wide secret club!”
The rush album he feels is most underrated is Presto
The first Rush song he listened to was Roll the Bones
He would be interested in giving talks about music/comedy/career stuff at colleges or high schools if there was an audience for it.
He got into Rush at age 12 because the guy that worked at his local comic book shop (named Keith) introduced him to them. “God bless that man.” Before he discovered them he listened to a lot of Def Leppard and Nirvana
if you were to start your career again today, where would you start? Youtube / twitch / podcasts?
I don’t think I’d do anything differently because even the years of “failure” taught me a lot and allowed me time to improve. Once that spotlight is on you, you’d better be ready for it. I’d say start in the medium that inspires you individually the most and work as hard as you can on it from there.
how do you think the future of NSP has changed now that you guys have topped the motherfucking charts with Under the Covers?? You guys fucking rule and I’m so happy for you and your multitudes of success! A:
Thank you! We were psyched that our recent albums have charted so well, but I don’t think we’ll do anything differently. We’ll just keep doing what feels right to the best of our ability!
6969 came together quickly when writing it. The video only took so long because it was such a huge jump in ambition and it has a learning curve. “If we do something like that again, things should go a lot more smoothly!”
The Pass has helped him through some tough times.
(I believe) that the lyrics he’d get as a tattoo are “
All of us get lost in the darkness Dreamers learn to steer by the stars All of us do time in the gutter Dreamers learn to look at the cars!”
Q: What would you say is the best dish at Olive Garden? A: The dish where you get up, walk across the street, and eat at Outback Steakhouse
He meditates in silence before a show because he’d get overhyped if he listened to music.
Doesn’t have a favorite member of Rush, “it’s an equilateral triangle”
Says Moving Pictures is usually a safe bet to start off with introducing someone to Rush
He picked Madrigal and Subdivisions for the first UTC because he loves them and they’re easy to sing. “I don’t know if I could hit some of those crazy high notes Geddy rocked in the 70s”
He thinks Witch Hunt would be a very good song to cover.
Such a great song and so relevant right now! “Quick to judge, quick to anger, slow to understand”
His favorite song to try and fail at on bass is YYZ
I don’t think there’s any conscious decision to have Rush influence my music, but I’ve spent so many thousands of hours listening to them, it’s inevitable that it just comes out naturally”
His favorite album to work on in his career is what he’s doing now (UTC2 and Cool Patrol) because “we’ve grown so much and finally have a full band!”
He doesn’t mind when fans are super nervous to meet him. He was nervous when he met Rush, too, “so it’s just the circle of life!”
He chose bass because it was different and fun to find submelodies.
Hey Dan! I’m looking forward to Under the Covers 2. I started writing comedy music and NSP is one of my main inspirations. What do you wish you knew about writing comedy music earlier on in your career?
Nothing in particular really. You learn and you go and there’s no substitute for just doing something over a long period of time. Of course there are things I would change about our early work, but it was the best we could do at the time so I have to be cool with it.
“I listened to so much of them [Rush] growing up that it’s in my blood and unconsciously shapes the way I approach music”
His second favorite album flops between Hemispheres, Caress of Steel, and 2112 on any given day
His favorite story/message told in a Rush song→ Story is Fountain of Lameneth because it’s a beautiful summary of life. Message is Spirit of Radio where they talk about the importance of integrity in art.
His biggest influences are Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Genesis, Nirvana, Spacehog, and Gentle Giant (to name a few)
He does his best on his Rickenbacker bass but it’s just for fun. “My band already has a bass player that’s better than I’ll ever be!”
“Thanks everyone! I have to go see my family now otherwise I’d stay longer. Sorry I couldn’t get to everyone’s questions but I had a lot of fun. I’d be happy to do this again in the future! You being fans of mine means the world to me and I promise to keep making comedy and music for a long time! Thanks to you, the moderators who set this up, and of course Rush for being an awesome and inspirational force!”
‘ all i want to do is kiss you breathless & watch as your eyes light up when i tell you that you’re my universe. ’ ‘ concept: just you & me, driving away from the city. the windows are down & the cold air feels amazing. our songs are playing & we couldn’t be more in love. ’ ‘ concept: we are together & nothing in the world can bring us down. ’ ‘ concept: we listen to showtunes in bed while we eat chinese food under a blanket. ’ ‘ even when i’m not thinking about you, i’m still kinda thinking about you. ’ ‘ every time we talk, every time we touch, i feel more & more in love with you. ’ ‘ everything – every single thing – reminds me of you. ’ ‘ hearing ‘ i love you ’ from your side of the bed late at night makes my heart feel like it’s bursting with tiny, happy spring flowers. ’ ‘ i can’t stop kissing you & i can’t stop thinking about kissing you. ’ ‘ i can’t stop thinking about you. i just want to kiss you, again & again & again & again. ’ ‘ i can’t wait for the next time i get to kiss you. ’ ‘ i can’t wait to have hundreds of adventures with you. ’ ‘ i can’t wait to raise a dog with you. ’ ‘ i can’t wait to see you again. it’s only a matter of time before we embrace & i feel at home once more. ’ ‘ i can’t wait until we’re in the same country, in the same city, in the same bed & under the same blanket. ’ ‘ i daydream about how your fingers would feel if they were intertwined with mine right now. ’ ‘ i didn’t believe in soulmates until i met you. ’ ‘ i don’t want better. i want you. ’ ‘ i feel like i could lie wrapped in your arms, staring at the sky for centuries & need nothing else. ’ ‘ i had a dream that we kissed last night. ’ ‘ i just need to be in a meadow right now on a warm day, with you, the smell of grass & flowers around us. ’ ‘ i just want to be sitting in the sun with you, not knowing whether the warmth i feel is the pleasant sun or your soft smile warming my heart. ’ ‘ i just want to make gingerbread houses with you around christmas. ’ ‘ i just want to wake up in your arms every day. ’ ‘ i just want you close to me. ’ ‘ i just want you to sleep well & be happy. ’ ‘ i love everything about you. ’ ‘ i love how our legs feel entangled with each other. i crave that feeling. ’ ‘ i miss you all the time. i’m never sure how i feel, but i know i always want you around. ’ ‘ i miss your soft touch against my skin. ’ ‘ i need your arms & legs around me, surrounded by your warmth, holding me tight, with no intention of letting me go. ’ ‘ i often wake up thinking about you. ’ ‘ i stay up until 11:11 every night just to wish you were here with me. ’ ‘ i think you’re my favorite person in the world right now. ’ ‘ i want nothing but to make good memories with you. ’ ‘ i want to be your past, present, & future. ’ ‘ i want to dance with you while you sing all your favorite songs, looking lovingly into my eyes & meaning every beautiful lyric you sing to me. ’ ‘ i want to fill a hundred photo albums with memories of adventures with you. ’ ‘ i want to kiss every single spot on your body that you’re insecure of. ’ ‘ i want to kiss you each morning & each night. ’ ‘ i want to laugh with you & hold your cold hands. ’ ‘ i want to make a home with you. the kind of home that lets you feel the love inside of it when you walk in. it’ll be a safe place for us & the people we let into it. ’ ‘ i want to make chocolate mousse with you & then we can eat it together. ’ ‘ i want to see a whole world of different sunsets with you. ’ ‘ i want to take a walk in the snow with you. ’ ‘ i want us to share all of our excitement together. ’ ‘ i want you to kiss me & hold me close while telling me everything is going to be okay. ’ ‘ i wish you’d just kiss me. ’ ‘ i would rather listen to your silence when i’m with you than any kind of music on this world. ’ ‘ if i could gather all the stars in the sky & give them to you i would ’ ‘ if there’s a day where i don’t tell you i love you, there’s a day i’m not living. ’ ‘ in my eyes, you’re a king. ’ ‘ in my eyes, you’re a queen. ’ ‘ it’s been years now. despite everything, we are alive & we are together & we are okay. ’ ‘ i’d love to snuggle up to you when you want affection most. ’ ‘ i’m happy you exist. ’ ‘ i’m so blessed to have met you. you’ve already got me longing to be in your company constantly. ’ ‘ i’m so glad i keep you in my life. your eyes, your hugs, you lips, your words, & your smile keep me going every day. ’ ‘ just the sight of your beautiful smile or the way you say hello is enough to make even my darkest days a little brighter. ’ ‘ just you in my harms, laying on my chest; it’s just us being us & i think we are simply meant to be. ’ ‘ lay on your stomach as i give you sweet kisses on your back & neck while i’m feeling your love tingling in my body. ’ ‘ let’s fight the right wingers & make the world a better place. ’ ‘ let’s go somewhere quiet & just be together. ’ ‘ let’s see everything together… the whole world. ’ ‘ let’s sit in the forest together, the particles in the air reflecting sunlight reminding me of the brightness in your eyes. ’ ‘ my love for you makes me want to be strong for you. ’ ‘ now i know the meaning of ‘ i wouldn’t change you for the world. ’ ’ ‘ now i understand why all my other relationships didn’t work out: i am meant to be with you. ’ ‘ now it’s back to counting down the days until i get to feel free again, until i get to be in your arms again, until i get to see your radiance face-to-face again. ’ ‘ nowhere feels as safe as being in your arms. ’ ‘ one day i won’t be scared to say i love you. ’ ‘ one day we’ll do everything we dream about together. ’ ‘ seeing your eyes in the morning sunlight & feeling the warmth of your gaze brings upon me makes me realize i’m in love. ’ ‘ tell me about the things you’re passionate about. tell me every detail about your favorite things. i don’t care if it takes all day, i love you & i love to hear you be happy & excited about things. ’ ‘ the thought of your voice & the softness of your smile keeps me going when we can’t be together. i hope you understand you’ve given me a lot of faith & happiness when i thought it’d be impossible, when i thought i didn’t deserve it. ’ ‘ the way you look at me makes me feel like i’m the most beautiful goddess in the universe. ’ ‘ there’s nothing i want more than to stay under blankets with you & curl up in your lap. ’ ‘ thinking of you makes me think that maybe it’ll all be okay. ’ ‘ we’ll celebrate holidays together & make our own traditions. ’ ‘ when i think about you my heart feels funny. ’ ‘ when i’m with you, i get a feeling like coming home after a long time away. ’ ‘ whether you’re blossoming or struggling, i’ll stay with you. i’ll keep on loving you. ’ ‘ you are endlessly, implausibly fascinating. ’ ‘ you are like hot chocolate, you make my insides warm. ’ ‘ you are more beautiful than my favorite songs. ’ ‘ you fascinate me. ’ ‘ you make me feel safe. ’ ‘ you make me feel how i never thought i could. ’ ‘ you make me understand lyrics to cheesy love songs. ’ ‘ you make my heart feel light as a feather yet heavy as bricks all at once. ’ ‘ you, my dear, have the voice of an angel. ’ ‘ your ‘ i love you ’ has turned into my favorite lullaby. ’ ‘ your arms are home to me. ’ ‘ your eyes make me think about stormy skies in a different way, your smile makes me blush just thinking about it & i think i am totally in love with you. ’ ‘ your hands are my favorite hands to touch & to hold. ’ ‘ your hands are so warm & your hair is so soft & i want to touch you forever & ever. ’ ‘ your love for me reminds me to love myself. ’ ‘ your smile is the most beautiful sight on this earth. ’ ‘ you’re the highlight of my day. ’ ‘ you’re the only person who can make me feel this way. ’
Lena Luthor wasn’t usually a nervous person. She could command an audience, she could dominate the boardroom, but right now? She was panicking.
Honestly, Lena never really thought her friendship with Kara would reach a stage where she was slowly being introduced into the group, one by one. Maggie had been first. She and Lena had long since discussed the whole Maggie-arresting-Lena debacle, Maggie spending the better part of ten minutes apologising before Lena could get a word in edgewise. She and Maggie had hit it off fairly quickly, bonding over their mutual love of Italian cuisine and various scientific magazines.
MERCURY. Don’t worry if it feels like you
could go up in flames. To move inches
from the light is always a risk, but look
at that star, burning gold, reaching out
through chaos and silence to touch you.
VENUS. You don’t have to sing along with
everyone else’s orbital path. You are a
guiding glow in the dawn. Dance with
brightness and love will come running,
swifter than tides to shore and twice
as full, a thousand times more tender.
EARTH. Yes, love lives here. Say it again.
Love, the blackbird with a beak full of honeycomb. Love, the painting of a moon-
lit cathedral. Love, how his words paint
such a sweetness in you that you soar.
All of this, here, alive and sun-kissed.
MARS. It’s okay to blush bright red. You’ve
seen his shadows and he’s seen your dust
storms. Laugh with him, not like the battle
was victorious but like there was never any
battle in the first place. Speak unarmored.
JUPITER. What’s love if not unmistakable,
so large only a sky could contain it. He
takes your hands in his and the gravity of it
makes every moon ache with want.
SATURN. Hold him close, closer than soil
holds wheat, closer than wedding bands
hold shine, closer than clouds hold clouds.
URANUS. When you lie on your side next
to him at night, does the frost just outside
your windows feel far away? Does night
glisten with how perfectly slow it moves?
Is his smile its own small heaven?
NEPTUNE. Love has been here since the
beginning, even when no one else saw it.
And love will be here with its swirling blue
mouth long after we ourselves become
unseen. What you make with each other
is a freshwater spring blooming in a forest,
crisp and glittering in the light. Go on. Drink.
Hey guys, so I wanted to add to the humans are weird thing that’s going around, and this kinda came to me in the shower, so…enjoy?
Zah Rem was dying. They knew it the moment the Ra-Sek corridors
of the station began to feel cold. It had been easy to dismiss the chill at
first. The Humans always kept the main corridors to a barely tolerable 24
degrees Celcius, the Terran unit of heat. So Zah Rem had kept to Ra-Sek
corridors, content to survey the movement of their officers from the comfort of
But then they had Stopped in the Ra-Sek sustenance area. The
area was used infrequently as most of the new officers preferred to communal
sustenance area, and so some time had passed before a Terran ensign
accidentally stumbled across them. The human had run to get help, and that’s
how Zah Rem found themself in the infirmary, a heat unit glowing above their
bed as machines monitored every pulse of their internal fire.
To the Ra-Set, the Cooling was a very private matter. It was
some small mercy really- a natural death for a Ra-Sek happened over the course
of only days, and after the initial passing ceremony the Ra-Sek left the dying
in peace to contemplate their life. At least, that’s how it had been before.
A human, mouth closed
in a Ra-Sek neutral expression, sat at the end of their bed, eyes occasionally
flicking between the machines and their pad. This one was the human counterpart
of Zah Rems previous station and they knew this one well. She would not be
leaving unless the dying process miraculously reversed. Humans always seemed to
treat this like a logical possibility.
Zah Rem had lived such a long time, even for a Ra-Sek. They
had seen the rise of space travel for their people, the first contacts with
other races, some friendly, some hostile. They had seen stars flicker out of
existence. And then, they had seen the arrival of Terrans. What a ludicrous,
terrifying thing that had been.
The humans had arrived in strange, nonsensical machines
seemingly only barely capable of long distance space travel. Most of them had
arrived asleep. The Ra-Sek had initially been very wary of this smaller race. Humans
could regulate their own body temperatures. Humans lived short lives but took
life-threatening risks, seemingly for pleasure. Humans reproduced quickly and
freely, having offspring even in space, so far from their own world. Humans
would fight, losing limbs they could not regenerate, and then fight more.
In short, they were too dangerous not to make allies of. And
so the Ra-Sek had, and in their many years, Zah Rem considered this one of the
wisest choices of their people. The humans had helped them explore planets
previously thought uninhabitable. They had seen human shipmates run headfirst
into aggressive unknown flora and fauna and categorize it, collect it, and make
it known. In one instance, they had seen the entire brunt of humanity brought
to bear on a now extinct warmongering race, simply because this race had been dubbed
“bullies that don’t play fair”.
The human shifted in her chair. “Hey dragon, still alive?”
Zah Rem exhaled a plume of steam. They knew this word
referred to them, and that it was a reference to a Terran creature that may
have never even existed. They had seen a picture once, and they did see the
similarities to a Ra-Sek. That didn’t mean they had to answer.
The human sighed and flicked her eyes up and across, a human
gesture of annoyance. “I know you’re alive, your monitors are going. I wanted
to ask if you need anything.”
“Need? I am dying, there is nothing more I need.”
The human curled her upper lip, almost perfectly mimicking
the Ra-Sek gesture of annoyance. Human mimicry really was uncanny. “I know
that, but, is there anything you want? Water? Food? A book? Are you just…gonna
sit there until it happens? Aren’t you…y’know, uneasy?”
Now that was a strange word to use for this state, and Zah
Rem wondered if their translator had translated the Terran Common incorrectly. “Uneasy?
Why would I be…Uneasy?”
The general shifted in her chair again, suddenly transfixed
by her pad. “Well, I mean, are you…afraid?”
Zah Rem tilted their head, trying to mimic a gesture they had
seen humans use. “Why would I be afraid? I am dying, this is a normal process
for all living things.”
The human seemed frustrated, and Zah Rem once again saw the
wisdom of their own tradition of leaving the dying to cool in peace.
“I know that! I
just mean…aren’t you afraid of what happens next? Like, to you…after you die?”
her shoulders curled inwards.
After…death? Zah Rem snorted. “Nothing happens after death.
Death is the end of life…is it…is it not so for Terrans?” A pang of fear
twitched in Zah Rem’s core. Humans…died completely, true? They thought of all
their deceased human shipmates the other humans had burned, or buried under
soil, and suddenly they were…uneasy.
The general waved at
the air “Don’t call us that. And yeah, yeah, human’s die all the way too-“Relief.
“But, some humans…we have this…idea, that a part of us, the sentient part,
lives after we die. And, I don’t know where it goes, but death comes to collect
it, and guide it to where it’s supposed to go next.”
“Death…comes? As in, the concept of death is…sentient? and… travels to the location of the dying to
take their consciousness? Where? Why?” Zah Rem’s internal fire quivered, and the
monitors began to chirp and hum in complaint.
“Woah woah take it easy!” Their human counterpart stood,
touching their forelimb gently. This gesture would have been aggressive among Ra-Sek,
but they had long since learned that humans touched other beings freely. Her
hand was warm, and the heat soothed Zah Rem’s own heat. The monitors quieted.
“Y’know what? Forget I said anything, it’s just a dumb
Terran myth. You wanna see this picture of a cat I found?”
And, for once, Zah Rem really, really did.
The next few days passed quietly. Healers checked the
monitors as discreetly as possible and the general was a constant presence,
sneaking back in every time the Ra-Sek healers shooed her out. For the most
part, she worked on her pad, guiding the directors of her officers. Zah Rem was
mildly envious of this, but they felt the cooling settling in, and they were
content to reflect on past action instead.
Well, mostly content. Try as they may, Zah Rem could not
shake the idea of death as a sentient presence, and tendrils of fear began to
snake into the waiting, fear that, like in so many impossible ways, the humans
might be right about death. They did not want their consciousness to be taken. They
took to scanning the room when their human wasn’t looking.
This fear was probably what exacerbated the process. It
happened suddenly, their internal temperature falling, falling, and the general
was shouting, calling for help and Zah Rem knew they were beyond help, nothing could
help, but they were so afraid of Death being attracted by the cries, if only
And suddenly they were alone in a space that was not bright,
and was not dark. They…no longer felt cold, but not warm either. It made Zah
Rem…uneasy. And then they heard footsteps, and in the distance there was a
small flicker of light.
The light drew closer and closer, and with it Zah Rem began
to make out a figure in strange clothing. The figure wore long, black clothing
that flowed downward, with a hood that obscured the head. It was carrying a
long stick with what looked like a small ball of fire on top. They also saw the
glint of long, sharp looking metal, reminiscent of a Terran knife.
Zah Rem bared their teeth. A weapon. This must be Death. If
it was, it wouldn’t steal their sentience without a fight.
The figure closed in.
“Stop. Come no further.” Zha Rem growled. “I am Zah Rem of
the Ra-Sek. I have seen races rise and fall. I have seen stars flicker out of
existence. I have fought alongside humans.
I will not let you take my consciousness.”
There was a moment of silence. And then a strange sound came
from the hooded figure. A soft, musical sound, not unlike a Ra-Sek trill, very
much like…a human laugh. The figure lowered it’s hood.
Of course, Death would be a human.
Zha Rem felt the anger leave them all at once. The human
smiled, mouth closed, and reached its dark hand out to touch Zha Rem’s forelimb.
Their touch was warm, and Zha Rem felt the warmth coil around their core, lighting it once again.
What do you think it'd be like if one of the Rogue One members had survived? How would that effect the original trilogy and how would they cope with everything?
Cassian didn’t talk, at first. There didn’t seem anything else to say.
Mothma came at some point. Cassian woke up and she was at his bedside, sitting ramrod-straight, so very tall and white, even moreso washed out by the lights of the medbay. (She made him think of the columns on Imenthe—natural salt deposits like spires, like teeth ringing the great and violent sea. He killed a man there, got blood on all that white, white salt. And afterward he had sat in the sand, watched the tide come in and wash it all away.
Mon Mothma always made him think of Imenthe.)
She was studying his face now, and Cassian raised his eyebrows at her. She smiled a little. “Ah, Captain. I—have spent the last half-hour trying to decide what I would say.”
She was quiet a moment, then the smile turned rueful. “I’m still not certain whether there is anything I could say.”
Cassian snorted, shut his eyes again. After a moment, he felt a very cool hand pressed to his forehead. “Cassian,” Mothma said, and there was something almost human in her voice, a thing like kindness. “Cassian, you saved us. How will we ever repay you?”
The meddroid had been very clear, he wasn’t supposed to move unassisted. Cassian risked it to turn his head away, screwing his eyes so tightly shut that he could see those little floating stars flare to life behind his eyelids.
Mothma drew her hand away.
He heard her stand, the chair scraping a little as she did. “Bodhi Rook was released from bacta suspension last night,” she said, and her voice was cool again, impersonal. “He is expected to make a full recovery. The technicians are still working to fully recover K-2SO’s backup, but…I believe this means you were more than just successful in your mission, Captain. You brought everyone home.
“I thought you might be interested to know,” Mothma added after a moment. Her boots made a sharp, clipped noise on the stone floor, and then she was gone.
Cassian went back to sleep.
(He only vaguely remembers what happened after Scarif. The adrenaline wore away quickly after Krennic was dead, and in its place came a rising pain, pain like the firestorm that engulfed Jedha. By the time they stumbled from the lifttube, Jyn was the only thing holding him upright; Jyn was telling him, cassian cassian c’mon, just a little farther, okay? just a little—it’ll be over soon, you can rest, I’ll let you rest, just—just—
But the rest is a scattered succession of images, half-memories: the sound of a ship’s engine overhead, and Jyn shouting here, we’re here!, a heavy weight on Cassian’s chest and screams he couldn’t make out (was that him screaming?) too much pain—he thinks he passed out once or twice; someone asking for his medical history and Cassian slurring, ask kaytoo, he keeps my records, before remembering—
I can’t feel my legs, he said at one point, he remembers that. Jyn’s face swimming into his vision, the red of blood streaked across her cheek. I can’t…that’s not good, is it, if I can’t…
Flickering lights, medical jargon he couldn’t understand. Someone saying spine, and spine again. (Every time he shut his eyes he could feel himself falling again, the whip-bang of the metal landing—) His spine again. Jyn’s voice, high and tight, saying yes, okay, yes. do whatever you have to.
When he woke up in the medbay on Yavin, he was alone.)
Cassian’s dreams were confused, a muddled haze of dead sentients clawing at his skin and his mother’s face—out of focus, distant and cold as a moon; he barely remembered enough of her to dream it anymore—and then suddenly, a cool pressure on his mind, rippling outwards. He was standing at the edge of a vast ocean, breathing in the cold tang of salt and the water.
It was quiet.
He exhaled, and then he was lying in the medbay, and the sound of waves beating against the shore was just the thrum of blood in his ears.