loving over skype

OK. I don’t know if this is a well known friend thing.. Or maybe its a romantic. Can be done either way..

But if your friend ( or someone you care about) is sad right now, and too far away for real physical contact. Grab a pillow. Tell them to grab a pillow. If you want you can take a photo or video and send it to one another. And you tell them. That they are the pillow (and vis versa. )

Then. When they’re sad again and can’t hug someone.. They can hug that pillow and think of you. Later they can ask you “did you feel all my hugs last night ?”. And you can say yes..

It is just a really cute way to show you care.. And that you comfort one another..

I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.

b.e fitzgerald

I swear to every heaven ever imagined,

if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster

tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare

from the grave so he can tell them every reason

why he wishes he were born in a time where

he could have a damn Gmail account.

The day after I taught my mother

how to send pictures over Iphone she texted

me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.

Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.

But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in

your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club

while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.

Send angry letters to state representatives,

as we record the years first sunrise so

we can remember what beginning feels like when

we are inches away from the trigger.

Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle

while eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.

Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.

Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.

Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers

nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.

Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,

and we all would have checked it every morning while we

Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people

we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.

This life is spilling over with 85 year olds

rewatching JFK’s assassination and

7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.

Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting

what my fathers voice sounds like.

No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook

to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.

No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like

or how grasshoppers procreate.

I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips

in public parks on my cellphone

and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.

But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed

you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search

how to say I love you in 164 different languages.

youtube

Happy birthday to my dear best friend @that-one-anime-freak. I was lucky to have such wonderful participants in this project!
We love you Hayley!

So everyone and their mother has been talking about the fact that Jack and Bitty have been skyping every day since May, but I got to thinking about what they had actually been talking about?

I mean, imagine the first time they skyped- it was probably the same day that Jack graduated and kissed Bitty, and although they probably spoke a little through text or phone they both actually had very busy days? Jack was having dinner then going straight to providence and Bitty was getting a plane to Georgia, so it’s likely that they didn’t get to say much more than “Holy shit you kissed me” “Yeah turns out I’m actually totally into you” “Okay gtg ttyl” “What” so the first time they actually talk about it properly its over skype.

Imagine Bitty curled up in his old bed, headphones in and talking quietly so he doesn’t disturb his parents. Jack is in his new bed in his new house and probably been getting progressively more anxious as he realises that this is it - here’s here, in a new city playing for a new team. He’s then faced with warm rumpled Bitty and his heart just settles, and he knows that he made the right decision going after him and honestly, how didn’t he realise earlier how safe Bitty made him feel, how did he not realise what that meant. So he says that, because he’s Jack and doesn’t do anything by halves.

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How Do I Tell You?

Prompt from phanfic: Dan is practicing how to tell Phil he loves him to Louise over Skype in his room, and Phil overhears. Dan asks Louise how that was, and Phil comes in and says it’s perfect and kisses him.

i’ll possibly do a part two to this (and it might be smut ehhhhhhhh)
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“Hello Dan!” Louise smiles, her bubbly voice filling the quietness in the room.

“Hey!” Dan smiles.

“What’s up? You seemed worried in your text to me.” Louise says.

Dan is worried. He texted Louise that he needed to Skype her immediately, not even giving an explanation.

“I -uh- I need your help… with something.” Dan looks down.

“What? What is it?” Louise asks.

“I don’t know how to tell Phil… that I love him.” Dan sighs.

Louise giggles, “Dan, that’s so cute!”

“Shut up, it’s been bugging me since forever!” Dan blushes, covering his face.

“Well, have you thought of any suggestions?” Louise grins.

“Yeah, one…” Dan pouts.

“Hey, don’t get upset! Just, say it to me and I’ll see if it needs improvements.” Louise assures.

“But that’d be weird! Because I feel like I’m saying it to you, which I’m not because you’re married.” Dan says.

“Oh! Hold on!” Louise says, jumping up and running to the other side of the room, searching through a box.

“What are you- Oh my God.”

Louise sits down with a Phil mask on, “Now you can believe that it’s Phil!”

Dan chuckles, “Okay, Okay… Ready?”

-

Phil hears speaking coming from Dan’s bedroom, is he filming? He never told Phil that he was filming today… He gets up and walks over to Dan’s door but hears something that he could have never expected.

“Okay, here we go. Phil, there’s something I have to explain to you… I know you might take this in the wrong way, or you’ll reject me and ask me to move out but… I love you. I love you with my being and I love you with my soul. I’ve had partners before but you, you make me feel like I’m loving a God, a miracle worker. Someone who is my guardian angel that sits on my head and guides me through the paths of life. Phil, you are the most perfect person I have ever met in my years of living. You make the stars look pitiful when you smile, your laugh is like a chorus of angels singing a gorgeous song, your eyes are like the bluest sea and the brightest skies. I’m so lucky to have you in my presence everyday of my life and it’s incredible how you’ve changed me for the better. Basically all I’m saying is that I love you.” Dan says, smiling softly.

“Holy shit…” Louise says, taking off the mask.

Dan giggles, “W-Was it good?”

The door to Dan’s room opens and Phil walks in, “It was perfect…”

Dan gasps as Phil walks over to him, getting on his bed, “You heard that?”

“Yeah, it was beautiful Dan…” Phil smiles.

Dan blushes hard. Phil grabs Dan’s face and pulls him closer, kissing him sweetly on the lips. Louise claps, cheering softly. Dan smiles into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Phil’s neck and letting his hands dangle. Dan slowly deepens the kiss, sighing as he feels Phil’s tongue slip into his mouth. Phil grips onto Dan’s hair, kissing him deeply.

Phil…” Dan breathes.

“Ahem, hello?” Louise coughs.

They pull away, blushing.

“Sorry Louise…” Dan says, looking over at Phil.

Phil shuffles over until he’s not in frame anymore to mouth, “End the call, I wanna go further.”

Dan blinks, signalling a nod, “Oh, someone’s at the door, gotta go Louise!”

“Bye Dan!” Louise waves.

Dan waves back, ending the call and closing the laptop. Phil crawls over to him and pushes him back onto the bed, their lips pushing together.

We live in a world
of darkness and sorrow
with no hope left
for tomorrow,
and we are told
that love will illuminate the path.

What we aren’t told
is of the pain that comes along
with falling in love
with someone
who won’t pick us up.

What we aren’t told
is that we won’t
find love
the first time.

What we aren’t told
is that it will
keep us up all night,
playing through
impossible scenarios
in our heads
until we finally
go to bed

What we aren’t told
is that we will
lose ourselves,
Trying to be perfect
for someone else
so we can steal the heart
of the one we love,
and fly into happiness
on the wings of a dove


What we aren’t told
is the people we become
are
not
us.

What we are told
are beautiful lies
that give us hope,
and make us cry,
set expectations
we can’t withstand
and let our world slip away
like grains of sand.
—  A year in the making, “Slip Away” the first poem posted on this blog, originally posted December 12, 2014

awkward-manatea showing me his interior decoration skills last night on Skype

Fluffy Patater for you to consider

Tater laying on the couch with his head in Kent’s lap, Kent running his fingers through Tater’s hair, and Tater being so comfortable and content that he falls asleep

Tater giving Kent a massage after a particularly rough game

Kent flying in to surprise Tater on his birthday when he is supposed to be on a roadie (and he has to leave really early the next morning but the look on Tater’s face is worth it)

Kent buying Tater a stuffed kitty so he doesn’t miss him as much when he’s across the country

Kent calling Tater Aloysha or another cute Russian nickname for the first time and Tater just being a blushy mess who loves his boyfriend

Tater saying I love you over skype when he thinks Kent has fallen asleep

Kent making breakfast while wearing nothing but boxer briefs and a very large Mashkov jersey

Tater leaning down and pressing his forehead against Kent’s while they talk

PATATER FLUFF!!!!

a better plan for us

Title: a better plan for us
Rating: M
Pairing: Charlie/Phil, Dan/Phil
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: angst with a happy ending (unless you’re Charlie, maybe), extremely brief/vague mention of suicidal character, brief Dan/Zoe but not in a relationship context so I’m not even listing it as a pairing
Summary: Dan and Phil aren’t anything, and Charlie gets a chance to finish his story. [Read on AO3]

“So you and Dan are… done?” Charlie asks, because Charlie has nothing to lose. Phil called him out of the blue. Said he needed a friend. Said coffee was on him.

Charlie doesn’t drink coffee anymore but he’s not going to pass up the chance to revisit this old ghost, if for no other reason than to get answers to questions that have plagued him for years.

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I’ll stay strong as long as I have to, but honestly I’m so tired. I’m so tired of not being able to kiss him, of not being able to fall asleep next to him, of not being able to hold him when he cries, of not being able to take care of him when he’s sick, of having him tell me “I wish I could hug you” and only being able to respond with a “me too,” of texting and sending letters and packages, and of only being able to tell him I love him over Skype calls that are always spotty and inconsistent. I’m tired of being touch-starved and alone, of not knowing when I’ll have the money to visit him. I’m tired of people seeing this relationship as less because we’re far away right now and devaluing my love and by extension, my emotional turmoil in times like this.