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ok but what if the lions take on the attributes/personality/feelings of their paladins. and what if keith and lance are tryin to keep their dating status on the dl

  • allura suspects but tries to play it coolio: “hey lance, how’re things…going…*wink* with you and keith?” *winkwink*
  • “what? why do you ask that? haha we’re FINE, man. I mean girl. I mean princess. Allura. princess of altea, that is. I hate keith’s beautifu butt face and he’s the worst. he drives me insa-”
  • pidge’s voice booms from the castle’s coms: “hEY KEITH and LANCE. your stupid lions are cuddling in MY hangar again get them OUT.” 
Void - Part 2

Characters: Johnny x y/n
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 1,464

part 1 Part 2 part 3

A/N:  I am so sorry for the delay, guys. But you all must know how hard school is. Anyway, I tried my best to come up with something which doesn’t disappoint any of you. You all looked forward to it so much, the last thing I could do was write something disappointing. Criticisms are most, most, most welcome. Please lemme know how you feel of it. 

And, while writing this I was listening to my UB’s beautiful song, I hope he brought out the best in me.

Love,
Admin Ayu ♥

“Y/n, I love you to the point I can’t function and process things properly when I think of you. You’re all I think about, and loving you has taught me to care about so many other things I never even found important. I love you so much it – it numbs me…” he sniffed by the end of the sentence, not being able to look you in the eyes, “If you give me one chance to make you happy, I swear to keep you the happiest, and never ever hurt you, ever. I love you, y/n” he took your hand in his large, trembling ones. His tears fell on the back of your hands, and you looked up at him, your senses filled with awe and admiration, and mostly love.

   “You fill the void in my heart with love and hope.”

   And, you had left everything for him. Your job, your home, your town, your family and friends; everything. All the sacrifices you had made back then didn’t feel so at all, since you were in love him. However, you were at a point in your life where you had already left behind so many things, that you could care less, very less.

  Shortly after he left you, you applied for a visa to Paris. You had always dreamed of settling down in the city which itself was the most beautiful embodiment of art and love in your eyes. However, you had never thought the time would come so fast, you had never thought that circumstances will force you to adapt to an environment you were planning to embrace when you were much older, in the arms of your just-as-old significant other.

  But you had to, all by yourself, leaving your 10-month-old baby at Johnny’s doorsteps. The fact that you had exhibited the vilest of all cowardice was a fact not left unknown to you. But you couldn’t process properly, couldn’t stop your head from dizzying furiously around your own little world whenever anything that could even merely indicate to him came around. Your little daughter was no less than a personification of the love you two once shared, or at the very least the love you had for him.

  So one bright morning, you gently placed your sleeping daughter at his doorstep, with only a letter and a bank account number from which he would receive some money every month for your daughter’s expense.

  And you left.

  Paris was a beautiful city, a wonderful place to live in. Your love for art had reincarnated, which was overshadowed by your love for him for what it felt like ages. It offered you with the love you thought that none but only living beings could offer. When you went to Paris where even walls screamed creativity and art, it seemed to you as if all the emotions ever felt in heavens and on earth were gathered in that one city, and you could finally belittle your own sorrow.

  Six years flew by and you turned thirty-five. You had managed to make new friends but no one gave you the feeling you had left behind, the love of a family. You wanted to see your daughter, who was to turn seven in two months. For her sake you had kept in touch with him through letters and he told you everything there was to know. You knew every little detail of her, and you were glad to know that his wife was fulfilling all her roles a mother usually does, quite willingly.

  She loves our daughter as her own, y/n. Only if you could get to see the bond they share, I’m sure you’d have asked for nothing more in life.

  Her eyes are just like yours, her smile and her frown are yours too. She is so beautiful, and when she says my name in answer to people’s inspection of her father, she sounds just like you.

  I realised something recently, her birthmark is also beneath her navel! She’s just a younger version of you, y/n.

  Somewhere in between the exchange of such mails you grew to love him more, and you detested that grow within you. The years you spent in Paris, you spent them expecting to fall in love with someone, but that never really happened. You couldn’t find anyone you could give your heart to the way you had surrendered it to Johnny, and the love you felt so greatly for him prior to your new life had influenced all other loves you could feel. None of them came to you as feverishly as your love for Johnny had. So, you never felt enough zeal or fortitude to infuse in the thriving quest to pursue any of them.

  However, his letters could also influence you to a good point, almost just as well as he himself used to. So after a month or two of your birthday, you took out a small luggage from the back of your cupboard, selecting the necessary commodities and clothes with caution for a week of stay. You were not planning to do much. Just meet some old friends, your old boss and colleagues, the loving neighbours you had when you were a Mrs. Suh, and take a look at your daughter from afar.

The fifteen-hour-journey had left you jetlagged, but your heart thumped hard against your chest as you took in the view of Seoul from your hotel room. You had a smile stretching your lips, though quite uncertain of how to label it. Because you couldn’t deny the glee, nor could you totally diminish the poignancy in your heart.

  Before you knew it the day of your departure had arrived. The flight was due an hour before midnight, so you had the day to yourself. As planned, you went to the park where your daughter played every Sunday.

  You were wearing a snapback, your hair tied up, a muffler wrapped around your neck covering the lower half of your face. You discreetly stood behind a tree, and it took you less than a minute to spot your daughter among the kids. ‘Oh lord…’ you thought to yourself, ‘She looks even more like me up close.’ The photos surely did a poor job to highlight the resemblance she held to you.

  You silently shed tears with a proud smile as you observed your daughter. She was a lively child with the brightest smile, her heart open to experimenting new things and welcoming new kids and befriending them. She bonded well with everyone around, and to your delight, everyone received her just as well. While taking the pleasure of seeing your daughter, you kept an eye out for Johnny and his wife, who were supposed to be at the nearby church.

  However, surprises come to you from where you least expect it.

  “I thought I’d never see you again.” You heard Johnny’s voice say from behind you, your shoulders jerking to the presence you didn’t wish for, “Welcome back to Seoul, y/n.”

  You wanted to turn around to see his face for once, up close. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to do so any longer. So you turned your head a little to the side, whispering an apology and a goodbye; before closing your eyes and running to the car your had borrowed, getting in it in a hurry and driving away.


You wiped your last tears as you sipped your third cup of coffee, rereading Johnny’s letter for the umpteenth time. A week after your return to Paris, you received his letter and took it to your favourite café by Seine River, Cojean Louvre.

Y/n, I won’t blame you for running away from me. I do realise it must have been hard for you to have found me when that is probably the last thing you wanted on your visit. It’s okay, don’t feel bad about having bailed on me so harshly. I just hope you find love, I really do. I hope someone fills the void in your heart with love and hope, too.

 

  “I just hope you find love, I really do.”
  “I hope someone fills the void in your heart with love and hope, too.

 

  His kindness was driving you to an extreme point of insanity, and the only way to return from it was to invest yourself in what you loved the most. In your head, you had already started putting colours together in a beautiful harmony, thinking of how to spill them on your white canvas later on. However, before your trail of thoughts could set a proper and aligned order to satisfy you, the man who was occupying the table behind yours spoke up in Korean;

  “Coffee is not very good for your health, why don’t you try some strawberry shake?”



P. S - Who do you think he was? ;)
         Lemme know~

Hei, tu. Nu ești urâtă. Ești frumoasă.
Okay, nu ai forme spectaculoase. Dar cu ce ajută aceste forme? In timp aceste forme vor dispărea, iar tu, cea care te crezi urâtă îți vei da seama ca mai bine nu ai fost fata aia cu forme superbe, ci fata cu sufletul superb.
La ce te ajuta formele ? La nimic. Okay, okay, cucerești 2-3 băieți care oricum stau cu tine doar pentru respectivele forme.
Insa, daca ai suflet (nu țâțe, ci inima) vei vedea ca vei atrage băieți care te iubesc pentru ceea ce ești, băieți cu suflet, la fel ca tine, ci nu labagii care stau cu tine pentru una, alta.
Daca as fi băiat, as alege o fata micuța, timida, zambitoare, cu ochii stralucitori; nu as alege fata care sta cu baietii si fumeaza, cu zambetul pana la urechi.
Esti frumoasa. Stii de ce?
Esti frumoasa pentru ca inca iti pasa de el, chiar daca si-a batut joc de tine. Esti frumoasa pentru ca zambesti, iar daca nu o faci, te rog sa o faci mai des. Esti frumoasa pentru ca ai un suflet frumos. Esti frumoasa pentru ca esti empatica, sufletista. Esti frumoasa pentru ca asa esti tu. Nu esti urata. Esti frumoasa. Iar cineva, intr-o zi o sa te iubeasca pentru cine esti, nu pentru felul in care arati. Iubirea adevarata exista, trebuie doar sa ai rabdare sa o intalnesti.
Nu stiu ce ai inteles din tot ce am scris, dar sper ca ai inteles cat esti de frumoasa, daca ai citit pana aici te rog din toata inima sa dai repost, ca sa vada si celelalte fete cat de frumoase sunt. Multumesc!
"Kafam çok karışık." dedi Tanrı

“Kafam çok karışık” dedi bir adam; “iyi hissetmiyorum kendimi.” Öyle dalgın, öyle yorgun bakıverdi pencerelerden. “Nasıl bu kadar emin olabiliyorsunuz?” dedi. Sustu. “Bunca zulmün, bunca yalan dolanın ve savaşın sebebini “kader” diyerek nasıl açıklayabiliyorsunuz?”

“Kafam çok karışık” dedi bir kadın; “iyi hissetmiyorum kendimi.” Öyle solgun, öyle ölgün bakıverdi odalardan. “Nasıl bu kadar kaskatı durabiliyorsunuz?” dedi. Sustu.”Paraya pula, statüye ve bir dolu saçmalığa nasıl bağlanabiliyorsunuz körü körüne?”

“Kafam çok karışık” dedi bir çocuk; “iyi hissetmiyorum kendimi.” Öyle naif, öyle dingin bakıverdi avlulardan. “Nasıl bu kadar kibirli düşünebiliyorsunuz?” dedi. Sustu. “Size düşlerden, oyunlardan ve özgürlükten bahsettiğimde, nasıl umarsızlaşabiliyorsunuz böyle?”

“Kafam çok karışık” dedi bir kedi; “iyi hissetmiyorum kendimi.” Öyle bezgin, öyle küskün bakıverdi sokaklardan. “Nasıl bu kadar bencil yaşayabiliyorsunuz?” dedi. Sustu. “ Siz ki, bir noktanın milyarlarca parçasından biri bile değilsiniz yeryüzünde; benden üstün olduğunuzu nasıl iddia edebiliyorsunuz?”

“Kafam çok karışık” dedi bir ağaç; “iyi hissetmiyorum kendimi.” Öyle ürkek, öyle mahzun bakıverdi caddelerden. “Nasıl bu kadar yabancılaşabiliyorsunuz?” dedi. Sustu. “Kuruyorken dallarım ve gövdem çürüyorken, beni yalnız bırakmayan güvercinlerin vefasını nasıl farkına varamıyorsunuz?”


"Kafam çok karışık” dedi bir ırmak; “iyi hissetmiyorum kendimi.” Öyle bitkin, öyle yenik bakıverdi toz dumanlardan. “Nasıl bu kadar vahşileşebiliyorsunuz?” dedi. Sustu. “Çağıl çağıl akan suyumu kurutmuşken siz ve öldürmüşken balıklarımı; kendinize, ailenize, çocuklarınıza nasıl tarif edebiliyorsunuz bu kıyımı?”

“Kafam çok karışık” dedi bir dal; “iyi hissetmiyorum kendimi.” Öyle kırgın, öyle incinmiş bakıverdi meydanlardan. “Nasıl bu kadar odaklanabiliyorsunuz kendinize?” dedi. Sustu. “Övündüğünüz gökdelenlerin, kutsadığınız plazaların altındaki toprağın sahibi siz değil, bir ormanken ve o ormandan geriye kalan son bir izken ben, her gün yüzlerce, binlerce kez üstüme basıp geçmeyi nasıl hak sayabiliyorsunuz kendinize?”

“Kafam çok karışık” dedi bir bulut; “iyi hissetmiyorum kendimi.” Öyle yaslı, öyle puslu bakıverdi gökyüzünden. “Nasıl bu kadar sahiplenebiliyorsunuz yozluklarınızı?” dedi. Sustu. “Gökyüzüne “hava sahası” deyip, kuşların, ayın, yıldızların ve benim olan gökyüzünü, devlet denen rezil rüsva yapılarınıza hapsetmeyi nasıl onurunuza yedirebiliyorsunuz?”

“Kafam çok karışık” dedi Tanrı; “iyi hissetmiyorum kendimi.” Öyle çocuksu, öyle kimsesiz bakıverdi uzaklardan. “Nasıl bu kadar inanabiliyorsunuz bana?” dedi. Sustu. “Cennet de, cehennem de ruhunuzda gizli ve barışa, vicdana, can kıymetine inanmanızı dilerdim; ruhunuzdaki tanrıyı, doğayı ve evreni duyumsayabilmenizi. Anlıyorum ki mümkün değil bu; oysa benim sizden bir parça olduğumu yalnız`ca, nasıl bilemezsiniz…”



Ergür Altan

Depresia

Te-ai inchis in tine…
Inca traiesti cu frica de a nu mai fi tradat/a…
Astepti sa ramai singur/ a in camera…
Sa privesti luna… si sa plangi
Sa te descarci..
In timp ce o privesti iti vin in minte amintiri dureroase… cicatricile se deschid, iar demonul iasa la suprafata…
Iti iei lama “din ascunzatoarea secreta” si.. incepe jocul..
Incepi sa iti distrugi mana… Privesti cum sangele curge incet… iti provoaca o placere desavarsita nu este asa?
Zambesti malefic…apoi , din senin, incepi din nou sa plangi…
Observi ce ai facut … observi ce ti-au facut..
Te-au transformat intr-un suflet migrator care este in continua cautare de iubire si caldura… Insa ranit si distrus in aceasta cautare…
Incetezi din plans.. Si iti continui jocul…
Incetul cu incetul , lama ajunge la vene, le privesti cu mintea intunecata..
“-Ce stau si le privesc?
Mai bine ma grabesc, ca nu cumva sa vina cineva”.
Ridici lama…
O asezi..
Si pornesti in" goana nebuna dupa sange"..
Insa, dintr-o data, privirea ti se incetoseaza..
Inima inceteaza din a bate…
Corpul ti se raceste..
Cazi pe podea fara suflu..
S-a terminat..

Draga TU!

*Nimeni nu este perfect. Fii tu insati, cu timpul o sa realizezi ca asta este mult mai important decat orice.
*Urmati-va propriile visuri, nu-i lasati pe cei din jur sa va spuna ce sa faceti.
*Lucrurile bune se intampla celor care le doresc si fac ceva in aceasta directie.
*Dragostea ne inconjoara, faptele bune ne inconjoara, atata timp cat si noi oferim dragoste si facem lucruri bune.
*Renunta la ce vezi rau si nociv si cauta sa inlocuiesti cu lucruri noi si bune, care iti fac placere si care te ajuta.
*Nu renunta atunci cand ti-e greu, nu te da batuta, gandeste-te ta toata lumea are parte de esecuri insa numai prin insistenta poti evolua si poti avea succes.
*Viata este plina de mici surprize, tocmai acesta este farmecul ei, nimeni nu poate controla orice detaliu.
* Nu te opri aici, pune urmatorul pas si mergi tot inainte. Daca te multumesti cu putin nu o sa ajungi niciodata departe.
*Tot amanand pe ziua de maine, ne trezim in anumite momente in care pur si simplu nu mai putem face tot ce ce ne dorim
*Asuma-ti responsabilitati, stabileste-ti scopuri pe care sa le atingi si apuca-te de treaba.


LiderulAlfa

Acum ceva timp am cunoscut un baiat. Genul acela de baiat grijuliu si atent ce parea sa aiba o viata perfecta… Dupa sutele de conversatii purtate, am aflat ca este pasionat de desen, un lucru minunat as putea zice…insa atunci cand l-am rugat sa-mi arate o mica parte din arta lui, a refuzat. Incepuse sa se comporte ciudat… Pana intr-o seara, in care am iesit impreuna sa privim stelele. Atunci mi-a spus ca vrea sa-mi arate noua lui creatie si si-a ridicat manecile. In acel moment mi-am dat seama ca pensula lui nu era altceva decat o lama ascutita. Ii puteam observa teama din privire in timp ce inghitea in sec, asteptand reactia mea. Am stiut imediat ce trebuie sa fac; mi-am suflecat maneca stanga si i-am soptit: “Si mie imi place sa desenez”.
—  Deny Drogzz

Dragul meu pisoi. Stiu ca te supăr des si ca nu sunt chiar iubita ideală. Stiu ca te scot din sărite uneori si sunt paranoică. Te iubesc. Te iubesc asa cum nu am facut niciodată. Te iubesc asa cum doar tu ai fost in stare sa ma înveți. Te iubesc cu totul. Te iubesc cu ochii, cu gura, cu trupul. Te iubesc si o fac neconditionat. Au trecut doua luni de când ma faci fericită. Doua luni in care doar tu, suflet cald si bun, mi-ai fost alaturi. Doua luni pline de fiori, lacrimi, zâmbete, certuri. Doua luni care ne-au unit mai mult. Esti totul. Mereu vei fi. Esti soarele ce ma mângâie, esti ploaia ce ma linisteste…Esti uneori tornada din mine. Dar indiferent cum esti, mereu te simt al meu. Nu vreau sa schimb asta vreodată. Vreau si ma străduiesc sa iti fiu ultima iubire. Uneori crizele mele sunt intradevar paranoice insa nu stiu…te vreau langa mine si apar doar ceea ce iubesc. Sunt zile cand ma certi. Când ma ridici. Când ma înveți sa devin mai buna. Ai devenit ceea ce altii nu au putut. Ai devenit un om de care nu vreau sa ma detasez. Ai aparut in viata mea…pur si simplu de nicăieri si m-ai atras prin umor si inteligenta. Stii de gluma, ma aperi, simt ca ma iubesti cu adevarat. Simt asta in fiecare zâmbet, in fiecare privire, in fiecare sărut, atingere sau inimioară trimisa. Stiu ca ma prostesc mult si des si mai stiu ca sunt mult prea copilăroasă uneori. Stiu insa ca ti-am dovedit ca pot fi si cu capul pe umeri. M-ai invatat sa iert. Ceea ce inainte nu făceam. Iubesc când ma cauti. Iubesc când te prostesti. Iubesc când esti copilăros si sensibil. Te iubesc desi poate uneori nu iti arat. Stii si tu ca am plâns de atâtea ori insa crede-ma ca am facut-o in disperare. Mereu am cautat un om care sa ma iubească si sa îmi demonstreze asta. Iar acum, ai aparut tu si mi-ai dat lumea peste cap. De multe ori au fost lacrimi de fericire pentru ca doar tu pui m-ai facut fericită. Langa tine sunt cum vreau sa fiu, fara sa îmi fie rusine, fara sa ma ascund. Langa tine pot fi o copilă răsfățată, o femeie, o fata simpla, o extraterestră, pot fi orice si cu toate astea sa stiu ca ma accepti asa. Sunt un cartofior. Un cartofior interglactic ce a gasit galaxia perfecta. Esti totul si te iubesc. Multumesc ca esti aici mereu si îmi doresc ca nimic sa nu se schimbe. Te iubesc puiule.