it was inspired by my boyfriend

The Orc and the Huntress

Part 1. Soo this is my first orc story so be kind. There isn’t much romance in this one until the end, but the second part will have more. I know I have other stories to write but I got struck by inspiration and I wrote this instead. I hope you all like it!

Warnings: mention of hunting and animal death, hint at past abuse and torture

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hey y’all here’s a playlist i made for my favorite boy, inspired by gato’s post earlier today (and the running list of songs i have in my head that make me think of a multitude of characters… orz)

anyways here’s the youtube link because i can’t share my spotify playlist without my full name

akira kojima belongs to @electricpuke​ as does the picture i used for my private playlist!

(also i want to mention that these songs were picked for multiple reasons. some are lyric related and some are just sweet jams i attribute to akira’s music in BTD1) ((also lol that fucking nine inch nails song)) (((ps if you too enjoy edgy music from time to time please listen to you love her coz she’s dead)))

Ok I have to admit it, gorgeous still has me confused. I don’t wanna start any arguments, but I’m interested in your opinions.

If Tay hadn’t said anything to the secret sessioners, I’d be 100% convinced this song was about Tom.

Definitely not saying that Joe may not also be gorgeous and have had this effect on her, or that any other previous crush might not have… just saying that I feel like the song in its entirety screams Tom’s name. And if not Tom, my second guess would have been some unnamed crush that never even became a relationship.

But Taylor told them to tell us it was about her angel boyfriend Joe. But I just feel like it’s more than that. And she herself says the inspiration for a song is not as simple as a paternity test. And hitherto, she never names names!

Idk I just feel confused.

So I put
my head over
his chest,
and I heard
his heart beating,
I feel his soul
breathing,
a song
that makes
my life
more
worth living.
—  ma.c.a // The Sound of Him

In a complicated fiasco last year with my friend’s very conservative and anti-gay parents, I was forbidden from ever seeing her again purely based on the assumption that all girls with short hair are gay or trans and looking to sleep with her daughter. Anyways, I figured I’d just convince her mother that I was, in fact, straight, she’d let me see my friend. And what’s straighter than having a boyfriend? So I asked my guy friend to pose as my boyfriend in some pictures—which was just as awkward as you would assume. Naturally, our overbearing friends stepped in to help, telling us to move closer and whatnot. It was still awkward. And what’s the best thing to do in an incredibly awkward situation? Embrace it. We started calling each other fake-boyfriend/girlfriend, shouting cliches in the hallways, or texting heart emojis (ironically, of course). Anyways, that joke kinda fades out within the next few months but it’s still brought up occasionally. At one point, I told my cousin about it and of course she questions whether or not it’s actually fake saying, “I did that in high school and I ended up marrying him.” (Queue the “yeah right we’re just friends.”) Well it turns out she was on to something. A year later, I’m dating him and I had to explain to my cousin that yes, my current boyfriend is the same as my fake boyfriend. So she got to say ‘I told you so.’

In summary, if you think the whole “fake boyfriend” plot is unrealistic, think again.

I will get mad.” he said while looking directly at her eyes. “Sometimes I will run out of words and be silent for a minute or two. I will get cold when there’s something wrong with my day. I will get tired and feel lousy because of the stress that surrounds me. You see, sometimes I will be a storm to your sunny life. A disturbing wave to your calm tides.” he paused and slowly grabbed her hands. He placed it in his chest and continued, “But you will always have the courage, for you can turn me into something I thought I could never be—in the nicest way possible. Because you can soften everything that hardens my heart. You can break all the walls I’ve built around me. You can always make me happy and I promise that I will do my best to do more than just the same to you.
—  ma.c.a // Light and Darkness

…I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

—  Pablo Neruda, excerpt from The Saddest Poem
You are a warm day in the middle of September
You are the sun shining through the pines and you are the ripples in the creek
You are the birds chirping at dawn and the clay beneath my toes and the warmth that always surrounds me
You are the earth and the sky and the wind and you will always be more than enough for me
—  m. a.

alec had to admit, when magnus casually mentioned that alec should show him a few things about archery on a sunny tuesday morning in the target range of the institute, alec had felt a kind of smug pride burn in his chest. the sunlight had been filtering through the windows, catching bits of dust and catching at the tips of magnus’s spiked up hair and he looked… breathtaking. but more than that there was this amused kind of darkness around his eyes as he said it so casually, while alec still had an arrow nocked.

“what do you say?” magnus had finished with, tipping his head to the side slightly, leaning against one of the pillars. and alec was pretty sure his grin was blinding as he eagerly responded.

“i’d love to.”

maybe if he hadn’t been so smug he would have seen the mirth twinkling in magnus’s eyes but instead his pride eclipsed him and he turned back to the target, letting his arrow fly. it hit dead center and at that moment he felt entirely invincible if he was honest with himself.

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I fell in love with my best friend.


Well, he is not my best friend anymore.


When people point at someone in a crowd of people, a blurry image of strangers, a blizzard of nostalgia and say: “that is my ex-best friend”, is much more hurtful than saying “that is my ex-boyfriend”. I sometimes sit down and wonder how did everything go downhill, how I never saw it coming, and how I never actually thought of the possibility of such a tragedy that I am still paying for its consequences. I miss him; it is hard to say goodbye to the only thing that was right in my life. Our friendship was one of a kind—in my mind it still is.


I saw him the other day, walking by the liquor aisle. I knew I shouldn’t have been there while he was looking at bottles of wine, or how he likes to drink red wine at night just because it used to be his mom’s favorite. I stood there watching him—never in a second did I think of his reaction to why I was there in the first place—I just stood there and studied him. I took in every single detail about him, from his tired eyes to the veins bulging on his knuckles upwards his strong arms, flexing every time he held up a bottle of wine and read it. It was like he was not sure about which wine to get, or even his life choices. Call me a psychological freak that studies body language of her first love but this used to be one of my favourite pastimes.