Here we have Viktor Nikiforov. Russian. Pale skin. White as the freshest snow on the highest mountains of Russia. Nipples are a shade or two darker than his skin tone.
Clearly, this man never sees sunlight.
That’s okay though. We love you and your pale, perky ass anyway, Viktor.
Ok. Now… adversely…
Christophe Giacometti. Suisse. Fabulous as f-. Skin glowing golden as a ray of fucking sunshine.
His nipples, what color are they?
Pale? Pink? Peach?! I don’t know. All I do know is that clearly, Christophe’s nipples are way way lighter than his skin tone.
Christophe Giacometti gets spray/fake tans.
And I mean, it makes sense. Look at how fabulous this man is. Clearly he would be the type to sip champagne on a Sunday afternoon laid out on a beach chair while air drying a fresh spray tan by the poolside.
Now… You may be asking yourself: Is this information important?
No. It absolutely is not.
But I came to this conclusion while half awake this morning and felt compelled to share it with all you lovely people in the fandom.
“I love you more than there are stars in the sky and fish in the sea.”
“There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.”
“Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.”
“A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”
“For whatever we lose, it’s always our self we find in the sea.”
“I know of a cure for everything: salt water…in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea.”
“My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.”
“The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.”
“My course is set for an uncharted sea.”
“Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.”
“The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?”
“I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling a little poorly.”
“I probably would have sat there all day, trying to remember my name, but then the sea demons came.”
“Be careful seaweed brain.”
“Like the god of the sea.”
“Love is lak de sea. It’s uh movin’ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.”
I am a siren, a mermaid; I know that I am beautiful while basking on the ocean’s waves and I know that I can eat flesh and bones at the bottom of the sea.”
“A library is like an island in the middle of a vast sea of ignorance, particularly if the library is very tall and the surrounding area has been flooded.”
“Little islands are all large prisons; one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow.”
“Be not the slave of your own past - plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep, and swim far, so you shall come back with new self-respect, with new power, and with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.”
“The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps.”
“The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can’t.”
“We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land.”
“We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land.
It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other’s opposite and complement.”
“The sea does not like to be restrained. ”
“The ship of my life may or may not be sailing on calm and amiable seas.”
“Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea?”
“You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.”
“How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake.”
“Plenty more fish in the sea.”
“Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.”
“The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.”
“The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.”
“We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of the infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.”
It was like drowning, drowning in seas of green.”
“My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea.”
“I still don’t understand what a sea god would be doing in Atlanta.“
“It’s hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.”
“I would have written you, myself, if I could put down in words everything I want to say to you. A sea of ink would not be enough.”
“I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.”
“As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.”
“I have been feeling very clearheaded lately and what I want to write about today is the sea.”
“I pass with relief from the tossing sea of Cause and Theory to the firm ground of Result and Fact.”
“When I was a boy the Dead Sea was only sick.”
“The sea is nothing but a library of all the tears in history.”
“We’re all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.”
“We drift on a chartless, resistless sea.”
“The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.”
“And if my Sea of Tranquility were real, it would be this place, here, with him.”
“We are like islands in the sea, separate on the surface but connected in the deep.”
“If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up the men to gather wood, divide the work, and give orders. Instead, teach them to yearn for the vast and endless sea.”
“I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul.”
“When sadness was the sea, you were the one that taught me to swim”
“The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides. The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion; it is the Living Infinite. ”
“The sea is everything.”
“The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion; it is the Living Infinite. ”
The sunlight peaked through the shades causing it to fall into your eyes, groaning you turned your back to the window. Failing to go back to sleep you opened up your heavy eyes to see the love of your life still asleep even though the harsh sunlight was on their face. You brought the blankets closer to your body and kept looking at the boy you fell in love with, if this was anyone else it would look weird but it doesn’t. It felt normal, relaxing even. The memories of your first meeting all rushed back to you like a wave of love crashing on your heart.
*First meeting flash back*
Stuffing all my books and pencils into my already cramped bag maybe wasn’t such a good idea but I was running late to my class so at the moment I don’t care. Clutching my bag to my chest I made my way to class in what can be called something between a jog and a speed walk. I don’t know why I looked down but I did and to this day I’m glad I did because that .05 seconds of looking to the ground changed my life forever.
I fell back onto the cold unforgiving pavement,my books scattered everywhere. Looking up at whatever or whoever was it that I ran into but I found nothing, instead there was a boy sitting up at the pavement looking at me too.
“I’m so sorry are you ok? Here let me help you.” He got on his knees and started gathering my books and pens. The smooth British accent that rolled off his tongue was so different from my own accent.
“thanks” I mumbled as i tried to scoop up the scattered pens and highlighters.Between the two of us all my things were in my bag again for a moment i forgot I harshly fell on the floor and I almost forgot I was running late to class.
“Thank you so much but I have to go I’m running late” I said probably sounding rude to the beautiful stranger but this is my favorite class and the professor is very strict about being late.
“Me too actually if it isn’t too much trouble can you tell me where ‘Expository Writing’ is?” The boy asked walking besides me.
“Actually that’s where I’m heading to” I said trying to keep my speed constant.
“Oh well we can be late together” He said laughing afterwards. I don’t know if it’s the accent or his laugh that sounded like bells that made me not have the heart to tell him that if we’re late we wouldn’t be allowed inside. I kept speeding up which caused the boy to speed up as well, 5 minutes later we finally arrived to the building where our class is. 30 stair steps then 20 steps to finally be inside the warm classroom and out of the cold harsh weather.
30, 25, 20, 15, 10 ,5. Five more steps and I’m home free. 4,3,2,1. We were greeted with a wooden door, a wooden door was our barrier to the class. And let me tell you this was a barrier we could not conquer.
“Do we open the door?” The boy I honestly forgot was still there asked as he laid his hand on the handle.
“No we’re late and once you’re late there’s no going in that classroom” I said with a sigh pushing my hair off my face. Great what am I supposed to do now.
“Well how about I get us a hot chocolate and we can talk” The boy stranger said to me, I was very confused for a couple of moments till I realized I said my thoughts out loud.
“Sounds good erm.. I never got your name, I’m Y/N L/N” I said look up at the still strange boy.
“Well hi Y/N L/N I’m Peter. Peter Panne” Peter said with a big grin on his face.
“Peter Pan?” I asked stupidly, I knew that’s not what he was saying it couldn’t be but his accent made it hard to tell.
“No it’s Panne. P-a-n-n-e” Peter said with the same big grin on his face.
“Whatever you say Peter Pan let’s go get a hot chocolate I’m freezing” I said as I returned the same goofy grin he was giving me.
“Where is the coffee place again I’m horrible with directions” Peter said as he wrapped his arms around himself.
With the biggest grin I said “It’s on the second star to the right” Peter let out a small playful groan still with a smile plastered on his face. “or maybe not. Come on hurry I’m freezing” I said as I let out a laugh.
so like what if shire!vampire!bilbo (still?) loves gardening, even though his skin is extremely sensitive to sunlight and he doesn’t have any use for the vegetables he grows other than sell them on the market (*or maybe he grows flowers instead omg) so he makes sure that every part of his skin is covered and he wears a wide brimmed straw hat aaa what the fuck am i doing
Of all the gods
and goddesses in Olympia, Regina was an enigma. She did not cavort with the
other gods and goddesses, eschewing their presence. Many whispered it was
because the dark had taken her and she could not stand to be in the light for
too long. Others believed she was jealous of how beloved the others. After all,
who could love the goddess of death?
It was a question Regina herself
pondered every day of her existence as Queen of the Underworld. The mortals who
lived in Olympia would’ve been shocked to learn she chose this duty, a choice
she had come to regret. She had made it when she was young and grief-stricken.
Regina had fallen in love with a mortal, a young man who raised horses. He had
found her offering an apple to one of his mares and offered to teach her to
ride. She had accepted and as their lessons continued, they fell in love.
I have a surprise for you all, this isn’t the last chapter of Strongest of Hearts. It’ll have one to two more parts, so if you like this series, congratulations, it isn’t ending yet! Enjoy chapter three!
“Don’t stand so
stiffly, you need to be ready to move with a seconds notice.”
flashed to the left. Yona jumped back,
scrambling out of the blade’s range. It
sliced down through the air, arcing towards her once again without even the
slightest trace of hesitance. She knew
Hak had said a swordsman couldn’t strike if he wasn’t completely confident in
his attack, but Hak had years of experience with the weapon buried in that sharp
mind. He at least owed it to her to not
attack with his full strength.
now isn’t the time to feel sorry for yourself.