just staring out into the distance

hika and i were sitting in the wonderland a while ago and i looked around and i asked a question i’ve never thought to ask in the years since we made the place: “why don’t we ever have night here?”

hika looked me in the eyes and said “this is why,” and then the entire sky turned over into nighttime. there aren’t any lights in the wonderland, but the moon was so full that it didn’t matter. the stars were beautiful, but the constellations were unlike any I know of.

and then i looked at hika and he was just… staring into the distance. he’s four inches tall, tiny, and he was perched on this spur of rock and staring out over the wonderland and my first thought was something deep and profound about how hika is tiny and the wonderland is big

and he turned around and looked at me again and the sky turned over again and he looked so normal. “that’s why,” he said. “because it’s so much harder to take me seriously in the daytime, and someone taking me seriously? that’s the nightmare scenario.”

                          @brazenlass LIKED for an eighth doctor starter!

   ❛ beautiful, aren’t they? he sighed, staring up at the stars.  of course, up close they’re enormously terrifying, but from a distance - well, i could stand here all night. or i would, except- the doctor held out his hand, sticking up his thumb and twisting it on an angle.  except, is it just me, or is that one right there - getting bigger? are you seeing this too? ❜ 

anonymous asked:

By the looks of it, there doesn't seem to be any direct sign of who left them for him -- but by the looks of it, there is something gliding in the distance - it glistens in the night sky, especially within the moonlight. What a pretty space bat.

With a mouthful of pancake, Guzma looked out from his balcony, staring off into the distance before the glittering spark in the sky could be seen for just an inkling of a moment.

[ ☠ ] — Huh… Reminds me of Lil’s Pokemon– what did she call it, Nebby?”

The gangster didn’t linger on wondering what exactly he was looking at– rather, his focus shifted on the girl that had just crossed her mind.

“Wonder how that kid is enjoyin’ Kanto?”

anonymous asked:

So, I have a crush on a girl from my school, we are kind of friends, but I've always been quite sure she is straight. But sometimes it almost feels like she is flirting with me, she makes body contact and stares into my eyes and all that, I just don't know if it's intentional. She even asked me to dance with her. But on other days she's quite distanced and doesn't seem to care about me at all... should I come out to her? I'm bi, but only 3 people know about it so far and I'm insecure about it..

If she’s ok with lgbt people, you definitely should do it! And also she may like you too, yk most of people around me are thinking I’m straight and asking why i still don’t have a boyfriends haha so she may like you back but is afraid to say it. And if she does, it would be easier for her to say it after your coming out 

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Maggie is like - Coming home from a fun day out at an amusement park. It’s late afternoon and you’re sitting in the passengers side of the car. The window is slightly down letting in a cool flow of air. The radio is on. No one in the car says a word. A small smile is plastered on your face. Your staring off in the distance just reminiscing your day. You hear the radio turn up and it’s one of your favourite songs. You look at the person who turned it up, they grin at you. You turn your attention back outside the car. The first words of the song start and you can’t help but softly sing along. You’re completely comfortable.

Hot, searing, burning, but only for a second.

It’s a bright, sunny day. There’s the smell of fresh grass and the sound of people chatting in the distance, playing music, laughing. I sit at my desk and stare out of the window. This is where I wanted to be, I think. It’s finally here. It’s real. The window is just like I imagined it. The room, a little different, but it’s fine and it’s mine. The view - I can see into other peoples rooms, they write messages on their windows that I can read. A huge tower block, housing hundreds. All of them will be different in a year.

I hear a noise above me, outside. There is a kerfuffle. Talking. A splash. Suddenly a dark, steaming brown stream of tea cuts across the glass of the window, which is open, it pulls out at the bottom and makes a right angled triangle. It runs down and forms a beautiful stain. My upstairs neighbour has thrown her tea out of the window again.

I look at the view through the tea stain. I think about the hard work it took to get me there.

The tea steams.

I stand, and feel a piercing in my foot. Something has cut me again. Something hidden in the plastic cheap carpet, lurking in wait for me to tread upon it but I can never find it.

Blood spills out of my foot. Again.

I lift my foot and wipe it, but now it’s all over my hand.

Red runs down my arm. Tea runs down the window.

yeshaddy  asked:

Okay hiii???? We both love bruno and harry and I need some people to freak out with since there is a possibility that he's on Harrys album. 😩😩

I will actually implode on myself if that happens. I…I’m just staring off into the distance, thinking about this possibility…

Ok so my Theatre teacher was telling us hiw

One of her good friends who also teaches theatre their school was doing a holocaust play for a competition against other schools and the nazi flag played a big role in the play but she didn’t want to order it online bc of like internet history and the school board being weirded out bc they don’t understand play stuff, anyways so she decides to make her own flag and she goes to hobby lobby and this 80 year old woman that looks really sweet is cutting her fabric and was like “So what are you making sweetheart?” and the teacher just kinda stared into the distance for 5 seconds before calmly saying “a nazi flag” and for some reason she forgot to explain it and that it was for a play and the old lady just continues cutting and quietly says “i’m sure it’ll turn out lovely” and didn’t speak again and i’m pretty sure she thought the teacher was a nazi..

A little more (fiction) about Lena

Originally posted by lematworks

It’s another chaotic day in class, people were struggling to chase all the deadlines before the end of the day. Lena seems to finish all of her stuff early, as usual. She stormed her way out of the class, leaving her work on the desk for all the classmates to admire. She seems like she’s in a rush, I wonder what she’s up to now.

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CAUGHT  RED  HANDED,  dragging dead weight in the midst of the night,  hard stare is felt and captured from near distance. breaths heavy, chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.  ’  what'ya lookin’ at?   never seen a dead body before?  ’

RANDOM STARTER     ft.    @reapermaiden



Eye on the TV, cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavor it happens to be

Like, “killed by the husband”
“Drowned by the ocean”
“Shot by his own son”
“She used a poison in his tea
Then kissed him goodbye”

That’s my kind of story
It’s no fun til someone dies

Don’t look at me like I am a monster
Frown out your one face,
but with the other
Stare like a junkie into the TV

Stare like a zombie while the mother holds her child
Watches him die
Hands to the sky cryin “why, oh why?”

Cause I need to watch things die
From a distance
Vicariously, I
Live while the whole world dies

You all need it too - don’t lie

Why can’t we just admit it?
Why can’t we just admit it?

We won’t give pause until the blood is flowin’
Neither the brave nor bold
Will write us the story, so

We won’t give pause until the blood is flowin’

I need to watch things die
From a good safe distance

Vicariously, I
Live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same so…
Why can’t we just admit it?

Blood like rain fallin’ down
Drum on grave and ground

Part vampire, part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur

Stare at the transmittal
Sing to the death rattle

La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie (x4)

Credulous at best
Your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men

But pull your head on out (of) your hippie haze
And give a listen
Shouldn’t have to say it all again

The universe is hostile
So impersonal
Devour to survive
So it is, so it’s always been

We all feed on tragedy
It’s like blood to a vampire

Vicariously, I
Live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I

A Thousand Miles

Finished!  My first NoctLuna fic.  Inspired by a popular debate I have seen circulating online.  I just hope I did them justice and that you all enjoy it (I’m so nervous with the wealth of talented writers out there).  Fic can be found at FF, AO3, or below the cut.

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10366701

Fanfiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12411176/1/A-Thousand-Miles

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bbelladonna  asked:

dialga is one of my favorite pokemon! Have any hcs for a dialga with their trainer?

Sure thing!!

* Dialga doesn’t show that much outwardly affection not because it doesn’t want to, it just doesn’t know how to properly. Most of the time it’ll settle for trying to gently tap it’s head against yours.

* Although they don’t show it and their trainer might not even know it, Dialga is very protective of them. It’s even willing to freeze time when it sees their trainer about to be seriously hurt and move them out of danger. Their trainer may not realize that this even happened.

* They have a bit of a short temper but they do have their really calm moments. They like to sit themselves outside and just stare off into the distance. They find it especially peaceful when their trainer is there with them, whether they’re sitting next to them or on their back.

Ace of Hearts looked out across the pasture. There was Weed, she thought with as much exasperation as she could force herself to feel. There was Weed, just staring off into the distance, away from the herd, away from the others, all alone.

Weed was terribly frustrating to be around because Weed so clearly needed help, but refused to ever let anyone help him. Weed wasn’t exactly what you’d call a leader, although there wasn’t really such a thing as a loner-horse, either. Weed was on the fringes; or at least that was where he had convinced himself he belonged. Weed was like the clacking eggs the owners hung in their stalls: hard and impenetrable from some sides, but there was a soft gooey center to pull out, if you could just figure out where to wedge your teeth.

Weed would be so much better off if he’d just ask for help, but he never would. Out of pride, she thought, and because he believed he wasn’t really much of a stallion. He wasn’t really much of a horse. He wasn’t really much of anything, she knew he thought.

Stupid Weed. Weed was always wrong, no matter how often he was also right. He was always right for the wrong reasons and always wrong for the wrong ones, too. He was a coward. He was the most fearless horse she’d ever met, and it was all because he was a coward, ready to put himself in harm’s way for no reason at all, because it was easier to get hurt than it was to protect himself.

Her friend Penny - Princess Pennysworth to the Riders - walked up beside her, then remarked: “He’d be great if he’d just do something.”

“Weed does plenty of something. He sulks, he pretends, he ignores everyone, and himself most of all.” Ace of Hearts sighed, then said dryly: “He’d be great if he’d just try doing something else for a change.”

Game 2 || The fuckery continues

Simon sat on the ground, his right arm hanging limply to one side. He knew exactly what happened. The shoulder he had dislocated playing hockey as a teenager had once again dislocated. Simon’s face was white and drawn with pain as he took slow breaths trying not to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing him cry. Finally, he tried to pull his phone out of his pocket to call Q but it slipped from his fingers and skidded to a halt in the grass some distance away. He just stared at it, unable to process the idea of moving toward it. He was so fucking done with this shit. Just fucking done.