it's time for you to return to the stars

So alien perspectives on humans are always fun because you get space orcs or space gypsys or the occassional space kinksters (because no matter what it is, some enterprising human will eventually try to bang it) but I secretly love the idea that we’re going to be the Cryptkeepers or Nightmare Fuel Station Attendents of the universe (at best) because our lore is effing DARK, and the happy shit never travels across cultures like the horror does.

It’ll be funny at first.

Earth kids are THOSE kids and grow up to collectively raise THOSE kids: The Next Generation. We don’t retell crap like Frozen or Mulan or the Lion King or whatever. Common campfire stories are all about escaped serial killers with hook hands or co-eds getting axe-murdered while their roommate is sleep. Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark or Goosebumps fare are readily told and embellished and shared again. Bloody Mary and Candy Man spread all over the Galactic Scouts of the Virgo Supercluster like wildfire. Human kids think nothing of it, but the youth of over twenty different alien races are completely traumatized.

And it starts from Day 1. Imagine it: some stressed human with a squalling newborn is stuck waiting in the spaceport lounge for a super-delayed flight to Alpha Centauri and EVERYONE is getting pissed and the parent is getting even more frantic and embarrassed because their language translator works just fine and Atarians haven’t exactly perfected whispering anyway so they KNOW they’re totally being judged right now (I knew humans were loud Grarblyx, but this is ridiculous!!!) and they eventually go “fuck it” and resort to nursery rhymes. Jesus. It’s nice enough at first and kinda sweet and the human parent actually has a good singing voice so no one really minds, but then the words start registering? Holy. Shit. The bystanders are going to be just, just SO lost. This scumbag fleshie stuck their baby in a tree and it fell out and that’s okay with you?? An elder went to bed and bumped his head and fucking died and you’re singing about it??? Plague carols, Hrothlax! The fleshie’s singing plague carols! No one knows what’s worse–the parent thinking this is acceptable, or that fact that its working and the baby is soothed by the horror rhymes. #DemonBaby and #HumanParentsAreTheWorst are trending on cosmic Twitter within the hour. #WTFHumanity –a top twenty mainstay– hits the number one spot yet again.

That triggers even more curiosity and OF COURSE nursery rhymes trigger the fairytale discussion, and Humans Are Trolls so screw Disney, its Brothers Grimm (& Co.) time. Cinderella? Chopped off toes, ensorcelled shoes, birds pecking out eyes. Little Red Riding Hood (or the Lon Po Po variant, which is Nightmare Fuel in its own right)??? Snow White???? (WHY ARE HUMANS TELLING THEIR KIDS STORIES ABOUT MURDERING KIDS? NO WONDER THEY’RE NUTS–THIS NONSENSE STARTS AT BIRTH!!) Sleeping Beauty??? (Bloodline curses and rape, wtf?????)

You know what Earth offers up to Galactic TV??? It’s not Star Wars or Star Trek or super hero movies, because all that is reality now. Rom Coms never do well off Earth. (Or on Earth, these days) because they don’t cross culutres well. But slasher films??? They never go away because we LOVE them, even if only to mock them. Time to revisit the classics. Michael Myers returns, the Scream franchise is rebooted. SO. MANY. AXE MURDERS.

Humanity, you’re so weird, lol.

But everyone better hope it stops there at the Cryptkeeper level, or THINGS GO WRONG.

Next level? The supernatural shit is POSSIBLE because aliens are real and there are species that see what we only barely detect, and some Effed. Up. Mess. goes down on Earth. All those horror stories based on some human with ESP drawing the wrong thing’s attention? All those written off feelings of paranoia or fear? That’s going to make for some fucked up reality checks for HUMANS because our sixth sense is notorious and then you have to wonder…ghosts? Poltergeists? Demonic or violent entities? All that was contained on Earth but now can cross the stars.

What happens when ideas that thrive off the collective unconscious goes galactic? What if there is a species that has evolved enough to engender psychic constructs?

They’d better be kept far away from shit like Freddy Kreuger, and ALL gods forbid the Slender Man mythos resurfaces. The Cthulu Mythos??? That’s introduced and immediately banned and now Earth isn’t quirky and dangerous-but-awesome, but SpaceHell.

Good job, humanity. Good job.

All Too Well | Pt. 9

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 7,428
Author’s Note: I know I said part 9 would be the last one of the series, BUT after going through the outline and actually writing out the story, I decided to cut the last part into 2!!


Out of all the boys in Bangtan, everyone has always assumed that Yoongi would be the individual most likely to think problems through before attacking them with the full force of a bullet train. He elects to care about very little things in his life, but when he chose to express personal interest in a situation it’s guaranteed that he would put his entire being into ensuring its success. Given that he’s very careful about what to put his heart into, it’s constantly assumed that Yoongi would at least have the common sense to analyze the positive and negatives of his placement before diving in.

But, then again, he’s never really had much of a filter when it comes to you. You would always be that exception, the only tangible object in Yoongi’s life that he could never so neatly observe from an apathetic standpoint. It’s as if his head could never get screwed on straight enough to see reason because the thought of you is enough to make him see stars in the best way possible—and that concept is terrifying beyond belief.

You’ve always been different in every singular aspect and nothing at its very core could change that, and that very difference is what drives Yoongi out the door. All that calm and collected composure had been unraveling from the moment everyone landed back in Korea, or maybe even in the time frame before that, and the cold hard truth that things might not be the same when you returned eats at his nerves. He doesn’t think twice to grab his keys, his bag, literally anything he could get his hands on as he swings open the door of the dormitory.

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  • Rebels Thrawn: I will bide my time, waiting for all the rebel cells to assemble so I can destroy them all at once. I will accept no surrender. My victory will be complete. Batonn was just the beginning. I will take other people's art and no one can stop me.
  • Rebels Thrawn: *scary fade to black with red eyes glowing in the dark*
  • Hera on Rebels Thrawn: An evil so terrible it tried to black out the stars...
  • Book Thrawn: Hey Eli, what does 'insubordination' mean? Krayt spit? I don't get it. Why is everyone yelling and promoting me at the same time?
  • Book Thrawn: Hello Mr Nightswan, terribly sorry about this whole battle we're having. Would you mind surrendering maybe? Like less people would die and stuff. Do you need a job? I can put in a good word for you.
  • Book Thrawn: I like art. A lot. Eli, we must save the art and return it to its people. I made digital copies so I can check them out on my datapad :)
our last night

so I really like this one, hope you do too!!

Word Count: 1,605

Rating: PG-13

It wasn’t hard to say that you were really going to miss Monaco. Even though you’d only spent a few days here, and you weren’t exactly a car fiend, the F1 races had been incredible. From the boats to the scenery, the races to the parties, the entire experience had been breathtaking. Joe had been on cloud nine the whole trip, with the mixture of the cars and the constant sunshine, plus the fact that he was finally over his illness. It had truly been the perfect weekend getaway for the two of you, and your first trip away together as a couple. But as with all great things, it had to come to an end eventually.

Sighing, you zipped your suitcase back up, wheeling it towards the door. It was around 6 in the evening, and although sunset wasn’t for a little while, the city seemed to become more peaceful around you, relaxing after it’s days of squealing tires and yelling fans into the cool light of the falling sun. You liked it better this way, with its high cliffs and calm waters. It was a nice way to say goodbye.

You didn’t even flinch when Joe’s arms wrapped around your waist. You’d heard him come in, but you couldn’t quite take your eyes away from the view out your window. His lips were warm when he pressed them to your shoulder, holding you tightly. His thumbs found the small cut outs in the sides of your sundress, and he let them glide over the skin there, feeling the warmth that it had gained from the past few days in the sun.

“You’re going to miss it, aren’t you?” He murmured.

“Of course. It’s beautiful here.”

“Are you up for one more surprise?”

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Sometimes tired can’t be cured by sleeping,
You arrange your body to its smallest degree,
Knees to chin, your fourth day in bed.
Close your eyes; perhaps this time

You’ll finally find the magic to make you disappear
Buried under tulip bulbs, this frost enough
To destroy any thought of ever
Returning in the spring.

Draw the blinds tight, pitch black– the only
Stars you see held up by gum you stuck
At 4 am when the voices wouldn’t shut up,
Radiating soft glow worm green.

A night on the town, part 3

Pairing:  Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word count: 1572

Warning: Angst

A/N: I hope everyone is enjoying the series as much as I am enjoying writing it.  Thank you for all the wonderful comments and support.  

Part 1 Part 2

You stood looking at the group of Enterprise crewmembers as they were saying their goodbyes to York Town. The “orders” Jim has spoken of was the rescue mission of a vessel close to the Klingon border.  Their shore leave had been dramatically shortened and would not be rescheduled to come back anytime soon.  Leonard finished speaking with Commander Spock before coming back to hold you just a few more minutes.

“I am going to try everything in my power to get back here long before they say.  I swear it.”  He leaned his forehead against yours.

“I know you will, but you know how stubborn Starfleet is.  Especially with one of their shining star doctors about the most important ship in the fleet.  I will be waiting for you either way.  This is too important, Leonard.”  He kissed you lightly then pulled you tight against his chest.

“We will message every day. I will be thinking of you constantly, darlin’.  Don’t forget that.”  You nodded against his chest as you tried to keep the tears from falling.  The two of you hadn’t had the chance to spend any more time together since your first and only date the night before.  But that only made this all the more bittersweet. You knew you were falling for the handsome doctor and there was not a thing you could do to keep him here.

You pulled back looking up at him.  “Stay safe, please.  I need you coming back in one piece.”  He smiled back at you.

“I’m the sane one on that ship, remember.  I will come back for you. Always.”  Jim made a noise from behind Leonard hating to break up the two of you.

“I hate to say it, Bones, we have to go.  There is a time table on this mission.”  Leonard nodded kissing you one last time.  He stooped to pick up his pack and moved towards his friend.  Jim smiled at you.

“I’ll keep him in line. But I may have Chapel sedate him if he gets to talking about you too much.”  He winked at you as Leonard scowled at him.  Jim pulled him along by the arm towards the docking area.


The days following his departure, were torturous for you.  You missed him so much but he messaged you every day as he promised. There were some days you were able to talk in real time.  Others you both played tag sometimes missing each other by mere minutes before or after shifts.  The old Earth adage “distance makes the heart grow fonder” was certainly true.  The feelings for Leonard grew with each passing day.  Everyone you had contact with could tell you were a different person since meeting him. Your grandfather, whom had raised you since a child, was adamant that he would meet “the lad” next time he returned to see you.

A week after he left you received word from him that the mission had been successful and the Enterprise and its crew were safe.  From there on it would just be mission after mission.  No time to come back to this side of the quadrant.  Unless Star Fleet needed them. You and Leonard started improvising dates over through the telecoms. Sometimes you would talk long into the night.  He wanted to introduce you to his mother sometime and make sure you got to try some of her peach cobbler.  Plans were being made to take a private trip to the mountains in Maine so he could see where you were born and grew up before medical school and Star Fleet. Leonard even mentioned that he had spoken of you to Joanna.  She wanted to meet you some time as well.  It was all wonderful and you were happy.  Leonard made you happy and though you missed him and ached for a night alone with the man, you would not trade a moment of your long distance love for any time of not knowing him.  

Of course, you had not told Leonard that you loved him, nor had he said it to you.  You felt like it should be something you said face to face. Not through the damn screen.  Over the course of the months, it became more frustrating.  As much as you spoke it felt like it was obvious that you loved him and you were fairly certain he felt the same.  However, neither of you said it.  After your shift at the medstation, you took a walk through the same park where you and Leonard had kissed that night.  It was the last place that felt real to you and the whole relationship.  

You stopped just short of the bench where he had confessed his past.  All the pain and hurt in his life, he told you.  He told you that first night, trusted you enough that he opened his heart and shared it all.  “Ugh I am so selfish and stupid.”  You called out to the night sky.  The man gave you his heart already and here you were feeling sorry that you could not see him every day.  It was then you rushed back to your apartment and messaged him, telling him how much you missed him and that you had something important to tell him when you spoke with him next.  Off the message went, and you waited for a response.  It did not matter what time the response would have come you waited.

A response did not come that night, or the next day.  In fact, days went by with no word.  You sent several messages in the span of that time with nothing in return.  The worry was starting to creep from the back of your mind.  Leonard said he would always message you if they were able to.  What if they weren’t able to?  What if he wants hurt or worse?  You heart pounded again in your chest as you walked into Doctor Baush’s office on the fifth day of no response.

“[Y/N], something I can do for you?”  He had looked up from his desk.  You nodded, as you bit your lip.  Concern crossing his features, he motioned for you to take a seat.  “What’s the matter, my dear?  You look as though the galaxy is ending.”  A short nervous laugh escaped you lips.  He grew more concerned.

“I need a favor.  I… have not heard word from Leonard, Doctor McCoy, in days.  I’m afraid something is wrong.  Can you please…?”  Doctor Baush held a hand up to stop you.

“You want me to use my connections to check into the status of the Enterprise.  Ensure they are safe.”  The color had drained from your face as you nodded.  He smiled standing from the desk, walking around to sit in front of you. “For you, I will do it.  I will speak with one of the admirals that owes me a favor. I will report back to you when I find something out.  Take the day off and go home.  You need the rest.”  He ushered you out of the medstation and sent you home.

You did not hear from him for another day and that was only to tell you Star Fleet had no contact with the Enterprise since you had.  Command was already working on why that was.  Doctor Baush said they would let him know as soon as they found something and in turn, he would tell you.  Thanking him with a hug was the least you could do.  You promised you would work hard to not let your emotions get in the way of work.  But that was easier said than done.  The days turned into weeks and the weeks into a month.  

By the end of the month, you were a shell of who you were.  The whispers of the disappearance of the Enterprise turned into full talk and there was no shortage of theories.  You cried every night when you went home.  Maggie had tried many times to reassure you and be there for you, but after a while, she realized it was not going to work.  You needed word, whether he was alive or dead.  Not this void that you were living every day.

You were sitting in your office going over the last of the day’s notes when Doctor Baush entered.  A look of exhaustion and sadness etched on his features.  “[Y/N], they would not tell me why, but I have been told to have you report to Admiral Kaelen.  I think it’s about the Enterprise.  He has been my contact this whole time.  I tried to get him to tell me, but he just said it’s classified.”  Your heart dropped into your stomach as you stood from your chair, you could feel the blood leave your face.   “Do you want me to go with you?”  Shaking your head, you pulled off your lab coat.

“No, I need to hear the words on my own.”  He understood, letting you leave on your own, though it hurt him to do so.  You made your way to Star Fleet Command.  A nervous looking ensign had been waiting for you.  She escorted you back to Admiral Kaelen’s office as soon as you entered the building. ‘That can’t be a good sign’ you thought to yourself.  The Admiral motioned for you to take a seat before he spoke.

“Doctor [Y/L/N], we have something we need to discuss.  It’s about the Enterprise.”

Part 4


I know (Stiles Stilinski x Reader)

Fandom- Teen Wolf ———————- Warnings- smut! Pure smut! Oral (both male and female receiving)—————- Summary- When after school snacks and a movie get a little heated best friends grow to be a bit more. ——————- Authors note- Use a condoms kids. Be safe! ——————– Dreadfully grabbing your math book out of your locker, you forced yourself down the hall and into your last class of the day. You took your usual seat next to the only thing that made this class better, your best friend, Stiles Stilinski.

  “Aye, (y/n)! You ok?” Stiles looked up at you from his desk, which he had already taken.

You slowly slumped down next to him into your seat and ran your fingers through your hair to get it out of your face. “I’m fine. Just super tired and ready to go home.”

“That’s a bummer. See, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come over this evening.” He responded seeming slightly upset.

You sighed. “I would love to Stiles, but I was really hoping to just rest this evening. Maybe take a nap. Could I get a rain check?”

  He looked at you sternly and said,“ We could watch Star Wars, but I mean I understand… you need your beauty rest.” You grumbled at his comment and gave him a smug look in return. Stiles chuckled. “On second thought we can do it some other time. You really do need some beauty sleep. Maybe it could fix that face.”

You punched his arm with all the strength you could muster. He laughed at your failed attempt at hurting him so you just stuck out your tongue this turned to do your work.

The class finally came to its end as the last bell of the day rang. You gathered your things and followed Stiles out of the class room. Your linked your free arm with his and asked,“ So which episode are we watching?”

He turned and smiled. “I knew you would come around. I was thinking episode 5: The Empire Strikes Back.” He dramatically put it hands into the air when he said the last part, causing you to giggle a little.

“Did I even need to ask. That one is your favorite.”

“Well, it’s undeniable that it is the best one of them all.” He retorted.

  “It’s arguable. I’m more of an episode 4 fan myself.”

He scoffed. “It’s good too, but sorry to burst your bubble, 5 is better.” He winked as you both climbed into the jeep.

“Your such a little kid sometimes…” You shook your head as he began to drive away.

Once you arrived at his house you threw your bag in the same spot in his room as it usually went when you were there, and then you went back into the living room to meet up with him. In your few minutes away Stiles began to pop some popcorn and find the DVD.

You went over to the fridge and grabbed to drinks then went back to put them on the coffee table. You grabbed a blanket and waited for him to get over to you.

He put the movie in and handed you the popcorn then snuggled up on the couch next to you. You curled up next to each other under the blanket, things had never been awkward between the two of you. You were just friends and everyone knew that, so nothing was ever weird.

You both loved the movie, even though you had seen it a thousand times.

“I don’t think you understand how much I want a lightsaber. I mean could you even imagine how much fun it would be to play with one of those.” You said not even realizing until after how wrong it all had sounded.

  “You can play with mine.” Once you both realized what you had said you just looked at each other awkwardly for a second and then you turned back to the screen.

“Listen, umm… I didn’t mean it that way. Well I did, but… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m very st-.”

You cut him off by turning and giving him a kiss. What had come over you? This was Stiles? Your best friend since you were little kids and you just kissed him! However, he did respond well. How long had it been now? You decided to pull away first.

“Wow, umm… I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to. Well I did, but…. I don’t want things to be awkward Stiles. I’m sorry.”

  He sat up and turned your head toward his, his hand gently placed on your cheek, forcing your eyes on his. “(Y/n), please don’t say that. I liked it. It doesn’t have to be awkward unless that is the way that we make it.” He took a breath. He eyed your lips and then went back to your eyes. “Just tell me when you want me to stop.”

He leaned in close and his lips found yours once more. They worked at each other in perfect synchronization. Only a moment longer before his tongue had escaped into your mouth, exploring all around.

You pulled away and smiled. “If that’s the case, then your gonna be at this for a long time.” He smiled and tried to pull you back to him but you stood up before he could reach you. You bent down to grab the remote off of the coffee table, while doing so you gave him a nice view of your butt. You turned off the tv and just as Stiles reached for you again you moved back. After a short moment of doing this he jumped and grabbed your arm. He then pushed you to the nearest wall and pinned you against it.

His mouth attacking yours again. His large hands roamed your body soon reaching your ass and giving it a squeeze he broke the kiss with a brief word,“ jump.” You complied and wrapped your legs around his waist. He began to walk you down the hall and you soon reached his bedroom. He laid you on the bed and then followed by hovering overtop of you.

He mouth moved from your lips and began to attack your neck. You moaned as he sucked around and left a mark where he pleased. Your hands wandered down and toyed with the hem of his shirt. You teased and your ruffled the fabric between your fingers but when Stiles left a gentle bit at your neck in response you smiled and slid it the rest of the way off. Yours was short to follow as Stiles left his job with your neck and slid your shirt off. His hand expertly snuck under you and slid your bra off within seconds.

He left wet kisses all around your chest and then took your right breast into his mouth as his hand began to massage the other. He then switched giving each the same treatment, leaving you growing wetter and wetter by the second. He continued up top as you slid of your shorts. He then trailed down your stomach with kisses and stopped at the hem of your panties.

He took the fabric between his teeth and slowly moved down until they were completely off your body. He slowly creeped back up leaving kisses over your thighs. He then spread your legs wide open, looked up to give you a quick glance and then leaned down. He softly kiss your inner thigh, getting closer and closer to your heat. You squirmed beneath him, but he held you down. He puckered his lips and blew cool brisk air onto your dripping center. You squinted your eyes and wanted to scream. He did it and once more then whispered with his head still as close, his breath still as cool,“ Tell me what you want baby.” He kissed your inner thigh again. All you could do was moan. He tried again. “(Y/n).” He cooed. “Tell me what you want and it’s yours. I can tell by everything down here you want something. You just have to tell me what.” He whispered and made you want to scream with every word.

“Damnit Stiles. Give me everything. Anything and everything. I want you!” You couldn’t even finish before he came at you. His mouth licking a clean stripe up you made you shiver. He flicked his tongue over your clit and then sucked hard. Alternating between these two with his tongue he brought up his hand that was free from holding down your legs and pushed two fingers into your core. You moaned loudly. After a moment he then switched his fingers at your clot rubbing in harsh pressurized circles and his tongue pushing inside of you. He sucked expertly with his mouth and you soon came like a river into his mouth. He licked you clean and then came up to give you a kiss.

You kissed him quick and then flipped the two of you over to where you were on top. You slid down and removed his bulging sweat pants and boxers letting his big dick spring free. You moved back up and first licked him all around then you gently kissed his tip. He had teased you enough you though he deserved some back. You left gentle kisses all around his cock and then you finally took him all in your mouth. You bobbed your head on him and then sucked hard. You swirled your tongue along his dick with it in your mouth and rove him crazy. He moaned loud and came into your mouth. You swallowed and he laid there breathless. He closed his eyes and you came up to give him a kiss.

 He kissed you back and then you moved. He remained with his eyes closed but they sprung open as soon as you went down on him. You had lined him up and began to ride him. You bounced up and down in his dick and he moaned loud underneath you. You leaned down to kiss his chest and as you did so he flipped you two again to where he was on top. He spread your legs and began to pound into you. You closed your eyes and moaned. He moved one hand and used his thumb to roughly circle your clit. After a minute he sent you over the edge and you two came together, both for the second time that afternoon. He fell down next to you on his bed. You both breathless.

Stiles soon broke the silence and said,“ I love you.”

You turned and smiled,“ I know.”

Since he caught your reference he chuckled a little. “Would you be mine? Officially?” He asked.

“Absolutely. I love you too!” You leaned over to kiss him. Soon you both fell asleep together, a couple.

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Tani’s performance from tonight’s @palazzoaldenard event set to Come on Over/Turn Me On by Mark Lanegan & Isobel Campbell ! ) 

Dim lights fall upon a vacant stage, empty save for the shimmering length of a dejected microphone upon a gunmetal stand; rounded, and flared toward its tip. The orchestrion brims to life long before the singer makes his entrance upon stage, unfolding in a slow, and unhurried tune. The music is slow. It’s lazy, it’s lurid, and it’s enticing — all at once. 

The curtains flutter, and a delicate, lilac-tipped hand extends to peel fabric back. Tani emerges clad in a thin black shift that hangs upon his frame with gunmetal sequins that catch, and illuminate off the gold-hued stage lights. They throw a dizzying kaleidoscope of prismatic hues in a rainbow display of colours along the walls, along the stage, across his audience. 

Perched in his left hand is an unlit cigarette laid into a long, silver holder that tucks into the heart of his cradled palm. His hair has been spun into an artful braid, drawn over a delicate shoulder, while jewels twine down the length of his arms toward the insides of his wrists, where they finish in two, artful cuffs. His makeup is marked by smoky, kohl-lined, aether-bright eyes, and a dark, plush covering to his too-full lips. He approaches the heart of the stage in no great rush. His heels click-click-click against the gossamer stage beneath him as if in tune to his music as his free hand lifts in a dainty coil toward the microphone. 

His fingertips are curved toward the heart of his palm. They perch along the edge of the stand to tilt it towards him as he reaches it, lulling against its base.  Heavy eyelashes kiss the painted crests of his freckled cheeks as he tips his head aside, white-tipped ears lifting from his heavy curls to listen to his surly, slow, unfolding beat as he inclines his head into a slow, and languid nod. There’s a faint curl of a smile to the corners of his lips. His thick tail sweeps across the stage beneath him, and he draws in a slow, and steady breath as his beat reaches him. 

“Like a thief, crawlin’ through the night. ♪”  

“Like a drunk, brawlin’ in a fight. ♪” 

“How should I know what is right from wrong? ♪” 

A smile finds its way onto his lips until his Keeper-characteristic fangs press into the curve of his lower lip, until his dimples press into his freckle-scatters cheeks. His hand lifts from the microphone. It draws towards him, until his fingers splay, and sweep below the bow of his lower lip, tracing two scant lines of red from his painted lips down the alabaster column of his throat.

  “Come on over. ♪” 

“Turn me on. ♪”  

His beat swells, his hand withdraws. It lifts above the tilt of his brow, as if to press palm-up, and into his mounting drum’s beat until it dulls, and his tail flicks as his fingertips skate back down the gunmetal shaft of his microphone stand. He shifts closer to it, he nudges it across the glossy stage toward him. 

“Sennight’s best, you’re my favourite dress. ♪” 

“You make the team, you’re no substitute. ♪” 

“I know, boy, I’m your favourite baby. ♪” 

His beat catches, it hastens, his right hand lifts from the microphone stand for his forefinger and his thumb to catch against one another in a lingering -snap- of a click. His weight bares onto his opposing leg as his right lifts onto his very toes, tapping his beat as a rhythm with the steel stiletto heel of his boot.  

“Come on over. ♪” 

“Turn me on. ♪”  

His hand skates back down the length of the microphone stand, until his fingertips find the inside of his thigh as he sinks forwards. The fabric of his skirts flutters across the crest of his thigh, whisking back across the lace-emblazoned lip of his stockings, where they connect into his garter belt. His knee bends, his weight lifts onto his toes, and his eyes press closed as he meets his chorus in a sweet sway of his svelte hips.  

“Is it any wonder? ♪” 

“Is it any wonder? ♪” 

“How I lay awake all night..? ♪” 

He draws back for long enough to pause, long enough to draw a deep breath in as his opposing hand lifts. His left folds across the narrow curve of his chest as his thumb passes across the tip of his cigarette with enough finesse for his aether to catch into a spark of a flame; illuminating the tip of the cigarette as it’s brought to his lips, and urged aflame by the draw of his breath through it, until an orange ember brims to life. 

Tani slips the cigarette from his lips, head tipping back as he inhales, and as smoke chases the tip of the cigarette; alight with what could only be Moko, though it’s so fragrant, and so vaporous, it’s nigh impossible to tell just what that permeating, and thin smoke is drawn from. His words come chased by smoke as they leave him, lips kissing the curve of the microphone.

 “Is it any wonder..? ♪” 

“Hopin’ someday soon I see the light. ♪” 

Tani’s gaze lifts to the smoke curling from his cigarette as his beat draws to a momentary lapse. That very same aether-brimming light shining behind his eyes only seems to grow in intensity until the powdered curves of his cheeks are alight with it; glowing a gentle, and preternatural, seabreeze-blue.  

It is as if the gunmetal sequins upon his dress, the glimmering steel of his microphone stand, the finite details upon the tables, and the chairs scattered through the audience have all been brought to life with some strange, and foreign ambiguity. Everything seems to take on a rosy, ethereal tone; as if the stars are alight, as if they’ve been shed from the sky and cast into Tani’s grasp to scatter amidst his crowd.  

..and indeed, minute, winking, tiny stars rise through his audience. They’re small, they’re transient, they’re blue in colour— and they’re an illusion. An extended hand toward them would only pass through them as if they’re scarcely there at all, yet they offset their own idle, gentle, forgiving source of illuminating light.  The room turns into some prismatic, opulent, and incandescent chamber. 

Tani’s features are hazy, his eyes are bright, and his smile is still in place; drawn across his lips as his hazy smoke snakes past his lips in a slow, and smooth glide. He tips his head aside, his gold curls come tumbling over a bare, freckled shoulder as his hand lifts to cradle the back of his microphone, perched upon its stand.  

“Tell me baby, tell me pretty lies. ♪” 

“See the spider been out catchin’ flies. ♪” 

“When you leave me, I know it won’t be long. ♪” 

“Before you come on over. ♪” 

“’ turn me on. ♪”  

His beat builds, it mounts, it swells over the rise of his voice as he sinks back a step, and his hand falls away from his microphone. He turns into a careless twirl as his music carries him, as his stars continue to lift, lilting, winking, rising toward the height of the chamber as smoke chases the lit tip of Tani’s whittling cigarette. It’s smooth, and it’s as lazy, and careless as his lilting, graceful, undoubtedly feline movements. 

The jewels upon his tail whistle, and click. The beaded hems of his robes billow, and chase the gilded heels of his boots as his movements sweep across the glowing heart of the stage.  The courtesan collects himself, he outstretches his hand, and his dainty fingers curl around the microphone stand to draw it sharply back towards his lithe, willowy frame. 

He lifts onto his toes, his eyes slip closed, and he lowers the cigarette perched within its holder towards his side. He meets the gusto of his chorus with a fresh wave of intensity, voice articulated by the aether sparkling through the stringent air, as his transient, vacant stars glimmer, and flutter in scintillating glee.  

“Is it any wonder? ♪” 

“ it any wonder? ♪” 

“How I lay awake all night? ♪” 

“Is it any wonder, on some night soon-.. ♪” 

“I’ll see the light..? ♪” 

His beat stalls. As if in tune with the mounting climb of his music, his stars, too, pause their slow, disembodied traverse toward the rafters of the chamber before him. Tani’s eyes draw open again, and their preternatural glow is almost piercing beneath the painted curves of his thick eyelashes.  

The edges of his stars begin to fade. They flutter, they waver, they oscillate as if fighting the inevitability of being extinguished. Tani’s free hand lifts, fingers splayed, palm pressed out, as if to comfort them as his frame slinks close toward the cool presence of his microphone; and just like that, his music returns. The stagelight illuminates him, and without the presence of his stars, he cuts a striking frame all in black.  

“Like a blind man ridin’ at the reigns. ♪” 

“Like a hound dog, scratchin’ at a meal. ♪” 

“You an’ I both know it. ♪” 

“You belong. ♪”  

Those words come punctured by a flutter of his eyelashes as his tail lifts in a languid curve behind him. His hips offer a loose, and innocuous sway in time to his beat, and the pointed, silver tip of that cigarette holder finds its way past his lips for a slow, and smooth inhale through.  The courtesan’s finishing line comes delivered doused in smoke that engulfs the flared tip of the microphone stand in a transient halo stained with blood-red lipstick, and the curved lilt of a wicked smile.  

“Come on over. ♪” 

“Turn me on. ♪”  

Tani’s hand drops from the cigarette stand. His tongue peeks past his lips to sweep across the bow of his lower as his beat swells. As his twangy instrumental engulfs his words, and his hands lift towards his stars as the aether behind his eyes brims into an all-consuming burn that has his eyes pressing closed. Those stars reclaim their vibrancy. They illuminate, they glow, they coalesce, like disembodied constellations waiting to be tethered together into some warped shape. 

Tani twirls, he spins, he lilts into a lightened silhouette. His movements are graceful, they’re smooth, they’re as unhurried, and as matched to his tune as the svelte sway of his hips. Those stars fold towards him, they pull in toward the heart of his palm as he folds the cigarette holder across the concave tilt of his stomach until his opposing hand meets it half-way, and in a momentary shimmer of light, it vanishes between the press of his palms as they meet.  

The courtesan’s hands pull apart, and a glimmering flutter of glitter falls from the spaces between his fingers as his stars wink from existence, one by one, now without the focus that the cigarette holder had seemingly provided. Tani’s hands press palm-out, toward his audience, to show the absence of the cigarette, and its gunmetal holder.  

A smile finds its way back onto Tani’s lips as his swelling beat finds a shuddering fade, note by note, bar by bar, until it flutters, and vanishes until it’s nought but he, and a small shower of glitter now dashes across the gossamer stage beneath him.  

Those hands lower, and reach out to catch the gilded edges of his robes. Tani peels them back, he folds one leg behind the other, and he sinks into a dainty, and delicate curtsey, complimented by a diligent bow of his head as he sweeps low.  

He straightens, he lifts a hand, and he blows a pointed kiss to his audience, before sinking back a step, and turning in a fluttering twirl of glittering sequins to make his way backstage once again; left hand outstretching to draw the curtain back. He vanishes smoothly beyond, until the microphone stand is left; waiting in glittering gunmetal to be claimed again. 

An Asgardian titan. A Wakandan warrior bred to be a king. The very first Sorcerer Supreme.

Since its inception, Marvel has been delivering groundbreaking heroes and explosive stories. Now, prepare to return to the dawn of time, as Marvel introduces you to the first Avengers from 1,000,000 BC – when iconic torch-bearers such as Odin, Iron Fist, Star Brand, Ghost Rider, Phoenix, Agamotto, and Black Panther come together for the startling origin of the Marvel Universe, in MARVEL LEGACY #1!

The acclaimed team of writer Jason Aaron (Mighty Thor) and artist Esad Ribic (Secret Wars) reunite for an all-new 50-page blockbuster one-shot that will take you through time to the current Marvel Universe, showing you how it’s truly “all connected.” A true homage to Marvel’s groundbreaking stories, MARVEL LEGACY brings your favorite characters together for exciting and epic new stories that will culminate in returning to original series numbering for long-running titles.

“MARVEL LEGACY #1 isn’t simply a history lesson,” says SVP and Executive Editor Tom Brevoort. “Rather, it’s the starting gun to a bevy of mysteries and secrets and revelations that will reverberate across the Marvel Universe in the weeks and months to come! No character, no franchise will be untouched by the game-changing events that play out across its pages. Jason and Esad pulled out all the stops to fat-pack this colossal issue with as much intrigue, action, surprise, mystery, shock and adventure as possible!”

“MARVEL LEGACY #1 will present all fans – new readers and current readers – the very best jumping on point in the history of comics,” says Marvel Editor in Chief Axel Alonso. “What Jason and Esad have crafted is more grand and more gargantuan than anything we have ever seen before and introduces concepts and characters the Marvel Universe has never encountered. Fans are going to witness an all-new look at the Marvel Universe starting at one of the earliest moments in time carried all the way into present day. Not only will this be the catalyst for Marvel evolving and moving forward, but expect it to be the spark that will ignite the industry as a whole.”

This September, prepare to MAKE MINE MARVEL with the most surprising, suspenseful, mysterious, astonishing tale ever told, featuring appearances from almost every beloved Marvel hero! It all leads to the return of a major Marvel icon in a shocking reveal that will leave fans speechless!

True believers: this book has it all! Dive into all the excitement when MARVEL LEGACY #1 comes to comic shops everywhere this September!

I’m skeptical.

Aida Lyric Meme
  • "Every story- new or old, bagatelle or work of art- are all tales of human feelings."
  • "This is the story of a love that flourished in a time of hate."
  • "Fortune favors the brave."
  • "We are free to have it all."
  • "We are what we want to be."
  • "Fortune favors the free."
  • "Fortune favors the young."
  • "You know nothing about me and care even less."
  • "You long for our spirit but that you will never posses."
  • "The past is now another land."
  • "The present is an empty space between the good and bad."
  • "The future is a barren world from which I can't return."
  • "I need you home supporting all the plans I've put in place."
  • "If our country is to flourish then Manson must take the lead."
  • "There will be a time for mourning, but for now put plans on hold."
  • "My family in chains, you witnessed our abduction."
  • "You can probably tell how I know you."
  • "You know too much and what you say is better left unknown."
  • "Our lives are not our own."
  • "My only hope is silence."
  • "You remain a princess, in any time or place."
  • "In life one has to face a huge assortment of nauseating fads and good advice."
  • "Forget the inner me, observe the outer."
  • "I am what I wear and how I dress."
  • "Every fiber of my being is displayed to quite remarkable effect."
  • "My dress has always been my strongest suit."
  • "I am anything but normal."
  • "Nothing is an accident. We are free to have it all."
  • "I'd leave the world's misfortunes far behind me."
  • "How is it I say these things so easily to you?"
  • "You must believe that one day you're bound to find a stronger suit."
  • "It's knowing what they want of me that scares me."
  • "How can whatever I do for them now be enough?"
  • "All we ask is a lifetime of service, wisdom, courage."
  • "I know expectations are wild and almost beyond my fulfillment."
  • "Who'd have thought that confidence could die?"
  • "Who'd have guessed I'd throw my world away to be with someone I'm afraid will say not me?"
  • "I shall not envy lovers, but long for what they share."
  • "Who'd have thought that love could be so good?"
  • "Who'd have guessed he'd throw his world away to be with someone til his dying day?"
  • "We all lead such elaborate lives."
  • "I don't want to live like that, seems quite unbelievable to me."
  • "I just want our time to be slower and gentler, wiser, free."
  • "We all live in extravagant times, playing games we can't all win."
  • "I'm so tired of all we're going through. I don't want to live like that."
  • "This may not be the moment to tell you face to face."
  • "Too many choices tear us apart. I don't want to live like that."
  • "I just want to touch your heart. May this confession be the start."
  • "It's so strange he doesn't show me more affection than he needs."
  • "There are times when I imagine I'm not always on his mind."
  • "I'm in every kind of trouble. Can't you tell? Just look at me."
  • "You could never know the chaos of a life turned on its head."
  • "I am certain that I love him but a love can be misplaced."
  • "I could be his life companion, anywhere but where we are."
  • "Did I take a step too far?"
  • "This is the moment when the gods expect me to beg for help."
  • "I want nothing in this world but myself to protect me."
  • "All I have to do is forget how much I love him."
  • "All I have to do is pretend I never knew him on those very rare occasions when he steals into my heart."
  • "It's easy as life."
  • "You're not the master of your fate."
  • "Like father, like son."
  • "Don't assume your vices get handed down the line."
  • "You've got the world at your command."
  • "Evils a distinctive smell."
  • "Once this harlots out of sight, then I think he'll see the light."
  • "I'm sorry for everything I've said and for anything I forgot to say."
  • "I don't want the world. Only you."
  • "There is a time, there is a place, where love should conquer all."
  • "I though I knew you princess, but I never understood."
  • "I am here to tell you, we can never meet again."
  • "Every moment of my life from now until I die, I will think or dream of you."
  • "Is it written in the stars? Are we paying for some crime?"
  • "Is that all that we are good for, just a stretch of mortal time?"
  • "You are all I'll ever want, but this I am denied."
  • "Sometimes in my darkest thoughts, I wished never learned what it is to be in love and have that love returned."
  • "How did I throw half a lifetime away without any thought at all?"
  • "This should have been my time. It's over, it never began."
  • "I know the truth and it mocks me."
  • "Why do I want him still? Why when there's nothing there?"
  • "I ascended to the throne certain in my heart that ancient wars must cease."
A Lesson Steven Universe can Learn from Adventure Time

Adventure Time is ending soon, and honestly I don’t know exactly how to feel. I’m not exactly caught up on the series, but I freaking love the show! It’s what got me back into animation and broke me out of the stupid “tv animation is for kids” mentality. Many credit the show for bringing back quality animation to TV, if it wasn’t for Adventure Time we would’ve never gotten Steven Universe (for many reasons, one being that Rebecca Sugar worked on Adventure Time before starting Steven Universe). Now a days, the Adventure Time fandom has dwindled a bit and Steven Universe has pretty much replaced it, which is a shame because I still think Adventure Time is a good show. I might still think it’s slightly better than Steven Universe (OMG did I just say that?). At least it does do some things better than Steven Universe (and SU does do some things better than it). 

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Let’s look at some of the things Adventure Time Does Better. I think it’s better at world building than SU, it’s more creative, its stories are more varied, it’s more experimental, and its non story arc episodes are better. Now to be fair, Steven Universe and Adventure Time are structured differently. Steven Universe is more story arc driven while Adventure Time is more about the smaller stories or adventures. Yet Steven Universe is not a purely story driven show, there’s a lot of “filler episodes” that don’t develop the larger story arc (in fact, there isn’t a story arc in the show right now). There are a lot of people who complain about these episodes, but I personally don’t hate the Beach City Episodes (that’s what I call episodes that are about the residents of Beach City) but they could be a lot better. Now let me list a bunch of great Adventure Time episodes: I Remember You, Princess Monster Wife, Thank You, Root Beer Guy, Jake the Brick, Simon & Marcy, BMO Lost, Gold Star, Dark Purple, Sky Witch, a lot of Stakes and more. Why did I list those episodes, because they all had one thing in common, they barely featured Finn. Now Finn is overall the main character of the show, but in those episodes, he wasn’t the main character. That brings me to my main point, Steven Universe needs to be less involved in Steven Universe. 

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Now I don’t hate the kid, he’s very likable. Finn is likable as well, but there are reasons him not being too involved in certain episodes work. It allows other characters in the show to get the spotlight and get some good character development. In Steven Universe, Steven is almost always involved in everyone’s stories to a degree (many would say he’s too involved). Some episodes really would’ve improved if Steven was much less involved or in the focus, such as Onion Gang. Onion Gang was the last episode released at the time of the posting, and it wasn’t really that good. The biggest problem in the episode was Steven himself. He wasn’t unlikable, but he wouldn’t shut up, he acted uncharacteristically dumb, the episode ended with Steven having a pity party since Onion wasn’t completely dependent on his friendship (until it turns out Onion was dependent on his friendship outside of the summer so no lessons were learned) and it was one of those episodes that made me go “seriously Steven, you’re 14!” He was weighing down the episode is what I’m saying. Now imagine if the episode didn’t feature Steven that much. The episode would feature Onion meeting the Soup gang and they would probably go on an adventure. The episode probably wouldn’t involve much dialogue, giving Steven Universe a chance to show it’s visual story telling props like Thank You did with Adventure Time. It would’ve at least made the episode more memorable. 

Originally posted by l1nk-ap

Now not every episode that should’ve featured Steven less were because Steven is annoying (he usually isn’t) it’s because it would’ve been stronger character development. Seeing how characters interact without Steven on their normal everyday lives or on a little adventure gives the chance to develop their characters more. Peridot rarely learns a lesson by her a volition, it usually involves Steven telling her what’s right and what’s wrong so her changes aren’t usually as compelling. In Drop Beat Dad, we spend most of the time with Steven so Sour Cream’s story is not nearly as compelling since he isn’t really the focus. Seeing a story from different character’s points of views would develop them a lot more, and seeing how they interact with the world outside of Steven or with other characters would make their characters more three-dimensional. The point of these “filler episodes” are to build world and build characters, but it’s sometimes hard when Steven shows up and distracts focus from those characters, or is just there being extraneous. Imagine if in Sky Witch, Finn went on the adventure too and we constantly had him making comments. It really would’ve detracted from the episodes and the Bubbline shipper bait. It would’ve also been a weight on the story since Finn wouldn’t have had a reason to be there outside of him being the main character. That’s how I kind of feel about Steven being included in episodes that he isn’t needed like Too Short to Ride. The next episode in the show is Gem Harvest and it seems to be about Lapis and Peridot raising a pumpkin pet. Well in theory it might, but chances are Steven is going to stick around the whole episode and be an unnecessary third wheel. Which would you prefer? An episode about Peridot and Lapis raising a pumpkin, or an episode about Peridot, Lapis and Steven raising a pumpkin. I’m not even a lapidot shipper and I know that I would rather have the episode  be about just Lapis and Peridot. 

Originally posted by pumpkindraws

Now chances for character development isn’t the only reasons I feel like Steven should be less prominent in more episodes, it’s also chances for world building. In Adventure Time there are many episodes starring other characters and usually the world becomes bigger. In Thank You we see an Ice Giant rescue a fire wolf pup and return it to its world. We see how the Ice Giant lives, how the fire wolves lives, and world expands. There are many Adventure Time episodes like that and the world is huge because of it. In Steven Universe, Steven is always involved with everything. In Restaurant Wars, he starts the war and then ends it. In Political Power, the gems are responsible for the power outage and Steven ends up calming the crowd down. In Future Boy Zoltron, most of the episode is about Steven until he meets Frowney and hooks him up with Smiley. There are many episodes like that. The fact that Steven always has to be involved makes the world of Steven Universe feel smaller. Like all of the characters don’t have stories unless Steven is present. I feel like if Steven wasn’t always involved it would make the world bigger and the characters more complex. I think that’s definitely a lesson Steven Universe can take from Adventure Time. 

PS: Yes, I know that there are technically some episodes that don’t feature Steven that much, but those barely count because they are usually being told to him as a story and involves the past like We Need to Talk, Garnet’s Universe, The Answer, and Buddy’s Book. I’m just thinking some of the episodes that take place in the present should involve less. 

Hope; or, the Stars Within the Void

a short pikeval thing for @teammompike, who made me ship it in the first place: 

He hasn’t had hope in a long time. Before the dragons even, and before the briarwoods, he was an extra, a spare. Oh, he’s had plans certainly, and ambitions, but a scheming mind does not a hopeful mind make.

More often than not, hope is all that she has had to cling to. When her parents were gone and Willhand was all she had, she clung to hope. When Sarenrae called her it felt right, because she was so used to relying on hope.

When they met they didn’t know how to act around each other, the hopeless boy with the dark, dark thoughts, and the cleric of second chances. They became family first, but they were always closer to cousins than siblings in their odd, found family.

When he heard her sing for the first time, something moved in him that he didn’t recognize. It was a lightness and a weight all at once, like a spring uncoiling in his gut - as the tension he didn’t realize he was holding was released, a space he didn’t know was empty was filled.

When she left her family for the first time was when she figured it out. She missed them all, on the ship, but her mind kept returning to him. To the boy with stars in his eyes. To the boy that thought himself full of void and missed the hundred thousand lights inside that void.

Things changed, they always do, that’s what gives hope its power, but she had taught him something, even though neither of them knew it. He had left something with her too, though again, if you had asked them neither could have quite put a finger on it.

The Wrong Wand to Take

Well…. This took me a while. ARGH DAMN INTERNET FUCKED SHIT UP!

ANYWAY here’s a Bad Boy AU of Star vs The Forces of Evil. And the reason why it’s possibly badly written is me rushing the hell out of it!

WELL I’m just going to shut up and keep writing and stuff.

Some of you Filipino readers may cringe on some sentences. I did that because of other fanfics using other languages for certain characters. I thought I could give it a try, really.

This is a submission to @starcoweek3.

I stared into my phone, and kept scrolling down for more stuff at facebook. I was bored, and I didn’t mind time pass through like snails racing in a speedway.

When I took notice of the time shown at my phone, I noticed that it was getting late. 7 PM Late. And Star wasn’t home.

2 hours ago, she said that she had somewhere important to go, and that she will come back around 6:30 PM. I didn’t bother asking more details why, but I bothered waving to her as she was about to leave.

It may not seem to be a bad boy thing to worry about her, but as a secret boyfriend of her, that was an exception

I wondered that her being late would mean something bad. Not normal girl bad, but Mewni princess with a magical wand that could level a continent bad. Kidnapped by Ludo or anyone at all? Lost her way to this house? Impossible. She lived here for quite some time now.

I called her cellphone, but no response. After a few missed calls and a few voice messages, I decided it was time to look for Star.

I had to make a snack first, just in case it’ll take me long. Quickly after taking a slice of bread, covering it with chocolate, and rolled it up, I went to the front door and about to start my search for Star.

When I opened the door, my search was indeed over. Star limped to the front door and looked like she was beaten up, and not in a good way.

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Just What the Doctor Ordered

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS)
Prompt: For @bkwrm523 who is under the weather of late. <3
Word Count: 
None – just fluff and TLC.
Rating: All ages.
Author’s Note: I would send the real Bones if I could, but short of kidnapping Karl and sending him to you in costume, I wrote you a little thing.

Just What the Doctor Ordered

You jump in your chair, startled, as the door to the bridge slides open behind you and Dr. McCoy’s voice echoes throughout the cabin, reverberating off of the console you’re working at and hurting your already-sensitive ears.

“What’s the emergency?”  He barks.

The captain steps over to him, putting a hand on his best friend’s arm and smiling briefly, shaking his head.

“No emergency, Bones,” he replies.  “I just need you to attend to one of our crew.”

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Daenerys with her hrakkar pelt by wellfalcon.

The brazier was cold again by the time Khal Drogo returned. Cohollo was leading a packhorse behind him, with the carcass of a great white lion slung across its back. Above, the stars were coming out. The khal laughed as he swung down off his stallion and showed her the scars on his leg where the hrakkar had raked him through his leggings. “I shall make you a cloak of its skin, moon of my life,” he swore.

anonymous asked:

I just offer you my love, for I love the world, even with all its sharp teeth and draining demands, and I love the stars and their truths and secrets, and I love you, for your kindness and time and energy. I ask nothing in return for I would not know what to ask. But should you have something to offer, I will accept with thanks. Be well, sweet Caretaker, you take such good care of us. Rest easy amid your stars, you deserve it.