*whispers* sometimes i like to pretend that carwash (carolina and washington) siblings is an actual thing and that the reason wash never shows his face is because he doesn’t want carolina to find out that her baby brother joined this corrupt army and that when the director calls him david he gets mad because tHE PERSON WHO NAMED HIM DAVID WASNT THE DIRECTOR IT WAS ALLISON AND WASH HATES HIS FATHER AKA THE DIRECTOR
YELLING SOMEONE TALK WITH ME ABOUT THIS
Title: Real Pairing: Reader x Simon Warnings: N/A Preface/Prompt: “could you make me an imagine with Simon, so basically you are doing a q and a and he makes the last question up asking you to be his girlfriend because he really liked you” AU (via anon)
I always thought you’d come back
waiting for me to jump up
and cling to the flesh on your neck.
I can see it now
you’re standing in a field,
the sun’s setting behind you
but it’s not blinding
your silhouette looks too perfect,
like a painting,
like a dream
I don’t wake up yet
I keep walking
the wheat grazing my legs.
I feel the breeze as it blows through my hair
it’s the perfect temperature, just sitting on my skin
(like you used to when we were curled up in bed,
your fingers tracing the small hairs on my arms
starting from my wrist all the way up to my shoulder.)
I finally get to you
as if I’ve been walking my whole life
destined to stand a foot away.
(almost there, but still not close enough)
I can hear your breaths
so faint it blends into the wind
like a little whistle,
it takes me back to when you held me in your arms as you slept.
I never realized all the little things I missed.
we’re standing in this wheat field,
the Suns making my eyes gold, I can tell by the way you’re looking at me
you see this sparkle in my eye
and wonder what happened,
why it ever disappeared.
it only feels like we’ve been standing there for a few seconds
or maybe hours
I can’t tell.
all I can think about is your hand
all I can think about is you moving it just a few inches
reaching out for mine
then all of a sudden the Suns practically gone,
the moon has started its turn in the sky and is just behind me
your eyes drift
locked on its white crescent
you only see her
(I always thought you’d come back.
come back from this dream youre in
where you love the sun,
but no matter what you’ll always belong to the moon.
I always thought some day
the sparkle in my golden eyes would be enough)
in the dream it’s too dark to see anything except her.
you’re looking at me
but still her body is balancing on my eyes
dancing as they shift back and forth,
swimming as tears start to form.
(I’ve always been waiting
waiting for her to sleep so I can be reborn,
so you can see my eyes change from brown to gold,
so you can feel my warmth.
I’ve always been waiting for excuses
to be enough for you
I wonder when I realized I never was
I wonder how long I pretended I never knew.)
“you may be sunshine darling but we both know the moon has my heart” // August 27, 2016