it will stop raining

I know you think I’m lazy
But how do I say
I can’t
I remembered the heaviness of the stars

How do you say
I didn’t get out of bed
Because I was mourning for everyone
Who died thinking they were unloved

How do you say
I can’t go to work
There are children starving
And men crying
And souls dying

And we stopped dancing in the rain
We’re only drowning

How do you say
I can’t !
Today I have to be Atlas
And hold the universe upon my shoulders…

Guys I found these old 100 Gruvia prompts that Yuuba had thought of...

She’s no longer in the FT fandom, so I hope she doesn’t mind me sharing them! Go ahead and send me one or two, and I’ll write a Gruvia prompt :)

- Ice
- Boots
- Hug
-Hands
-Dolls
-Bread
-Drink
-Stop
-Rain
-Edolas
-Wish
-Warm
-Cold
-Alone
-Scars
-Smile
-Date
-Stalker
-Hearts
-Blame
-Magic
-Horror
-Nursing
-Umbrella
-Kiss
-Blue
-Fight
-Hate
-Rival
-Father
-Battle
-I want…
-High
-Fangirl
-Water
-Bride
-Bubbles
-Cuddle
-Prince
-Wounded
-Son
-Grayish
-Ice-cream
-Emotions
-Silver
-Daydream
-Gray-Sama
-Cry
-Back hug
-Stay
-Pillows
-Ice crown
-Mermaids
-Cravings
-Locks
-Fever
-Kids
-Mission
-Sorrow
-Marry
-Smirk
-Confession
-Unit
-Sorry
-Rage
-R.I.P
-Lunchbox
-Monster
-Protective
-Cover
-Cool
-Coast
-Butterfly
-Blood
-Fear
-Ice Drop
-Stripper
-T.K.O
-Kill
-Maid
-Grandson
-Blushed
-Tattoos
-Shorts
-Melt
-Freezer
-Flowers
-Hurt
-Reunion
-Birth
-Pout
-I’m With You

rebelwerewolf  asked:

#21 and Techienician

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”


The sky was heavy and purple, rolling over the horizon with a sickly underglow that reminded Techie of the smog clouds that surrounded the slavers megacity. He instinctually huddled closer to Matt, wrapping himself around the solid comfort of his arm.

“I don’t like the sky,” he said with a whisper. 

Truth be told he didn’t much like the outside. He’d spent most of his life indoors, first in the cityblock and then on the Finalizer. This was his first trip planetside as a free man.

“Hmm you’re right.” Matt glanced skyward and pulled a fold of his coat to cover Techie’s shoulders, “It looks like the weather is changing.”

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anonymous asked:

It's a nice, calm, gray, rainy day. You are cuddled up with Violet, sprawled on the sofa with your back against his chest, his arm draped lazily over you, and you are watching movies. It's a nice, content sort of setting and you are completely at ease with life. The sound of the television drones on as you start to fade in and out of sleep. As a result, your attention is limited, impaired by drowsiness. Such that you don't notice the rain has stopped. What happens next?

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.