The sun shines down relentlessly,
beating the concrete covered expanse of the city with a frightening ferocity.
It’s still early in the day, only a few minutes shy nine. You stand at the bus
stop, awaiting the arrival of your transport. There’s nothing remarkable which stands out, this
Wednesday morning remaining as ordinary as any other. You and your fellow commuters
seek shade under the overarching bus stand, a flock of sweaty bodies and tired
sighs huddled together in the small space. You tune out as the world continues
to hum the melodies of routine and familiarity- the rustling of newspapers, the broken and
muffled sounds of bass drums leaking out of headphones, the screeching of tires
as vehicles trapped in the rush hour come to a halt infuriatingly often. And
yet, despite the bustling nature of the city, you find yourself wrapped up in
your own peaceful little bubble, your mind riddled with no thoughts in particular.
Afterall, it was just a morning like any other.
He takes a tentative
sip from the cup of piping hot liquid he holds in his hand. Its bitterness
sends a jolt of displeasure through his senses and he wrinkles his nose in
disgust. A string of profanities form on his tongue, threatening to pour out of
his lips, but he bites them back in defeat. There’s nothing remarkable which
stands out about this Wednesday morning. In his bleary eyes the city appears
grim and lifeless, as if every surface had been doused in palettes of smoke and
ash. To him, even the golden beams of the glorious sun lose their splendour as
they fall upon the charcoal asphalt of the roads. Huddled up in a crowd, he
stands under the bus stand waiting for his bus to arrive. He tries to ignore
the little boy nestled in his mother’s arms who finds game in kicking his back
or the portly middle aged man with a balding head who’s far too interested in
picking his nose. Instead, he zones out
on his surroundings and his mind swirls with abstract thoughts and yet his
focus lies on nothing in particular. Afterall, it’s just a morning like any
ripped out of your peaceful reverie when the woman standing to your left,
showered in an unpleasant excess of cheap perfume and dressed in clothes
visibly too tight for comfort, yells a greeting into the receiver of her phone.
You try shrinking back into your own silent world, however sadly, you’re forced
to listen to her pointlessly dramatic conversation and the condescending tone of
her voice which sounds much like nails screeching down a chalkboard. It hits
your final nerve when she bursts into a fit of laughter loud enough to be
tagged as a health hazard and your body unconsciously jerks away from hers.
You’re met with a
slight ‘oof’ as you bump into a sort of soft wall to your right. Your mind
flashes a warning sign when something warm pours onto your forearm, however,
before you can begin to register any of it to your coherence, your clumsy feet
lose all footing on the ground. Your arms flail around as you desperately try
grappling onto anything, anyone, in
an attempt break your fall. With the grace similar to that of an intoxicated
crab, you successfully latch onto the shirt of the person closest to you and
yet, events only seem to unfold for the worse.
Air is knocked out
of his lungs as a delicate frame collides onto his from the side, and his
eyebrows shoot up in surprise as the cup of coffee is tossed out of his grip.
The muddy brown pours onto his pristine shirt but before he can mourn the
demise of his favourite white outfit or reprimand the bloody culprit a desperate
hand slams onto his chest- hard, finding purchase on the very fabric of his ruined shirt. He
stumbles precariously and having been caught off guard he collapses onto the ground
with an ominous thud.
He groans in
discomfort, his butt throbbing uncomfortably as it seems to have taken the entire impact
of the fall. It takes him a moment to realize that he holds something soft and
heavy in his arms. It doesn’t take him long to identify the person as the one
and only despicable culprit themself. Annoyance bubbles in his blood, as he
shoves aside the person lying atop him to pull himself into a sitting position.
Raking his hand through his hair he refuses to look up knowing all too well of
the countless stares which had fixated onto the two sprawled across the
You can feel your knees graze the asphalt below but the worst of the fall never comes. Your eyes are screwed tight and by the time you regain your senses you find your face buried in the crook of someone’s neck and your body engulfed in a tight hold. You listen to the thumping of your own escalated heartbeat, finding yourself at a loss of both words and actions as you lie on the ground entangled in an embrace. A few moments pass before you’re roughly pushed to the side by your saviour.
When he finally does look over his shoulder at the culprit ready to
snap, he loses his train of thought as his narrowed gaze meets those of a shell shocked girl staring at him with wide eyes brimming with apology and embarrassment.
he turns to look at you, a scowl’s etched onto his incredibly handsome features
and you stammer out an apology as you feel
blood rush to your face as both mortification and guilt overcome you. You dare
yourself to meet his eyes, surprised when your teary ones meet his own softened
Anger dissipates from
his system the same way a trail of smoke vanishes in air. A funny sense of
warmth swirls in his chest while his stomach clenches in a manner pleasant and
unpleasant at the same time. His eyes drink up her features, and he etches
every little detail onto his mind- her eyes, her, nose, her lips, the glorious
mess of her unruly hair. Colour once again seeps into his vision, as she shines
with the very same intensity the sun itself had failed to shine with in his
world. The monochrome of his world bursts with blossoms of vivid colour, the
same way spring brings itself the buzz of life following a cold, dark winter.
His voice sounds
strangled as he tells you not to worry but the smirk on his face causes an airy
laugh to escape your own lips.
He pulls himself
back onto his feet, turning around to extend you a hand which you gladly take.
Neither of your smiles falter- his is a bit teasing while yours is a little shy
and neither of you say it out loud, but it’s no surprise how both of your minds
silently muse if miracles always happened on mornings just like any other.
I just wanted to say you inspired me to join the gym and live a more healthy lifestyle!! So thank you!! The gym I've joined seems to have a rather large gay membership and I have seen and participated in quite a bit of extra workouts in the locker rooms... My problem is that during my workout some loads just leak out of me, especially on leg days, right through my leggings. Any advice on how to keep this from happening?
I mean as much as I am an advocate for not jerking off prior to working out because I feel it helps your workout, you might have to do it if you’re leaking. That’s never really happened to me before. But, I’m glad I inspired you to join the gym!!!! ☺
Zouis were on the weed video remember? And blind gossip once had a blind about a video which had 15 minutes at the end which exposed boybanders hard core drug use and gay relationships. I think the Zouis video broke the nda. And we have never seen the last 15 minutes of the video. Maybe Simon is using that to blackmail Zouis into doing what he wants because Simon could conceivably do a leak/ forced outing if Zouis don't cooperate? Just a theory.
I am a Huge Nerd for alien and human interactions that go across tumblr (space Australia and Stabby come to mind) but like for real what about the human concept of luck? Each culture has its own, too, and also superstition so like this human will go nowhere near black cats but others are just like ‘oh kitty kitty kitty’.
Try to explain to someone that doesn’t understand that breaking a mirror is more than just a glass hazard. No it’s not a mystical mirror or a religious thing. It’s just a mirror, you broke it, now you get 7 earth years of bad luck. Is to the day? Who knows. But 7 years dude.
Or like that one person who always has stuff break around them. ‘Why are they banned from the engine room?’ 'Just trust us Nyrak.’
Or what about people who things always go outrageously right for. That person where any number of the things that happen should not even be able to happen, and yet here we are.
That person that has the luck/innate skill to balance anything on their nose.
Lucky numbers. The importance of the zodiac too, while we’re at it. “The stars are not in alignment” 'have you been reading that human newspaper again Marshal?’ “No, Lydia, shut up” ,Are your species sensitive to the stars, humans?, “Nyark you know if I could explain it I would but I honestly cannot”
Good luck explaining Murphy’s Law to aliens who do not have the concept of luck or cosmic mythical interference.
There’s a theory going around that the zoo outpost was originally manned by a bunch of Rose Quartz which explains how Rose fell in love with Humans and Earth and I am 100% on that bandwagon here.
Because if you think about it, all of Rose’s powers are like powers needed to run a zoo in outer space.
Healing. “Long ago, a gem once came through the wall to help a human that was hurts.” Long ago, as in before all the Rose Quartz gems were bubbles away and Holly Blue took control of the zoo in Era 2. It would make sense to give these gems healing powers! What if a human got hurt? A gem wouldn’t know how to treat organic life forms but magic healing powers? Boom! Done! Humans are safe!
Power over plant life. Well the plants in the zoo had to grow somehow right? Gems wouldn’t know how to transfer a seed from Earth and nurture it into a full jungle! And how would they make the life form magic and grow fruit instantaneously? With a gem that could grow magic trees!
Astral Projection. You all saw how badly the Amethysts were at trying to calm down the, as I’ve taken to calling them, zoo-mans and get them back to normal. A gem that could project itself into others minds and see inside them would help control them. A gem like this could also be used to manipulate the original zoo-mans into obeying happily and loving their life. Maybe a precursor to the ‘little voice’ was a literal little voice in their head quietly telling them what to do!
So long story short, Rose’s entire purpose on Homeworld was to babysit humans and all of Steven’s powers are just extreme Human care abilities.