macross: love stories

The saddest yet most beautiful story,
is when the sun created oceans from his tears,
so that the moon could see
how much he misses her,
when he died every night
to let her shine.
—  Does it take an ocean for you to see how much I miss you?

Marrying your high school sweetheart is, without a doubt, the most romantic thing ever. However, the journey from high school to married life isn’t as easy as it looks. Especially when you go to different colleges and stay apart for a couple of years. If I was given a dollar for every time someone told me long distance relationships are not worth it, I’d be a billionaire. It’s been almost 3 years into my relationship and trust me, they couldn’t be more wrong. A long distance relationship changed me for the better…

1. You learn to be self sufficient

There will be days when you need a hug and you won’t have your partner there to embrace you. You learn to be stronger and you get better at dealing with your own emotions. Most of all, you learn to be your own hero.

2. It helps you develop trust

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J.R.R. Tolkien fell in love with Edith Mary Tolkien when he was 16 and she 19. His guardian disapproved (both he and Edith were orphans), but they finally married when Tolkien was 24 — just a few months before he was deployed to the Somme.

The next year, Tolkien began composing the earliest version of a tale to which he would always return. It’s about the love of Beren, a mortal man, and Lúthien, daughter of the Elven King of the forest realm of Doriath. The disapproval of Lúthien’s father sends the two lovers on a series of perilous quests, but they rescue each other through bravery, music and love — with an assist from a magical dog.

Tolkien’s son, Christopher, proves an able guide through the story, three versions of which have been published in a new book.

‘Beren And Lúthien’ Reflects Tolkien’s Real Life Love Story

when people say Moana has no love story, I’m like, did you actually watch it?

it’s a story about finding your own identity and embracing who you are as an individual and as part of your community and extending that self-awareness to others and helping them find their true selves in return.

like do you know how many young people - especially young women - never find that kind of self-love?

it’s totally a love story, lbr.

Why am I in love with you?

Why am I in love with you? This question seems so simple, yet it is one of the most complex questions I have ever gotten. So where do I begin? I’m in love with the way your eyes sparkle when a super hero movie comes on the T.V. I’m in love with the way you’d scrunch your nose as you laugh at your friends’ hysterical yet cringy comment. I’m in love with the way you’d crack stupid jokes in class that only I would find absolutely hilarious and adorable. I’m in love with the way your eyes focus intensely at the board when you’re intrigued in a lesson taught by the teacher. I love how you seem like the most popular guy at school but deep down inside you’re a dork. You’re in love with the complicated tales of the ancient Greeks. And with your love of history, I find myself falling deeper in love with you and your quirks. I love the sound of your charming voice when it calls out for my name. I love the way your lips curve themselves when you see me. I love the way you’d immediately pay extra attention to the conversation when my name is mentioned. I love the way you fidget when I’m near you because I make you nervous. I love the way you’d constantly lock your eyes with mine. I love how your eyes search for mine even when there are hundreds of other eyes around you. I love how oblivious you can be at times, especially when we’re merely a few desks apart and I catch you staring at me from the corners of my eyes. There are endless reasons why I am in love with you but that would take me forever to tell you. So for now, I’ll just keep it short and simple and say, the reason why I am in love with you is that you, are you. And that’s why I am in love with you. 

8 Things to remember when writing love stories

1) Don’t force it. That will result in a cheap and unrealistic couple that no one will like. Better single than in a forced and unrealistic romance.

2) Don’t make either of them the “love interest”. Make them real and complete characters. For example, take Ginny from the HP series. She is never introduced as the love interest, and has a life just as complex as Harry. She’s the sassy Gryffindor fifth-year who plays Chaser on the Quidditch team, has six older brothers, and just happens to be in love with the main character.

3) Not everyone needs to be paired off. Being single is not a bad thing, so stop acting like it is. Single does not necessarily mean lonely. Take Reyna from the Heroes of Olympus. In the end, she winds up single, but has lots of great friends and is happy.

4) Make a struggle that they have to overcome. This will make it seem less forced and will definitely develop their relationship well.

5) Give them fun moments. There’s nothing wrong with “I will die a thousand times as long as you’re okay”, but there’s a time and place for everything, and non-stop romance gets boring after a while. Give them moments when they’re normal people. Make them play furious rounds of Uno. Make them splash each other in the swimming pool. Make Person A steal Person B’s car keys and refuse to give them back. Just let them laugh.

6) Make them have relationships with other characters. It’s unrealistic for them to only be connected to each other and no one else. Maybe one of them has a really strong friendship with another character, or hates another character intensely, or loves their brother to pieces. Just make sure their worlds don’t 100% revolve around each other.

7) Don’t give them a perfect relationship. All loving couples have their scuffles. Maybe yours even argues all the time. Occasional arguments won’t ruin their relationship. A little squabbling every now and then is normal, healthy even.

8) Make a subplot. Hundreds of pages of nothing but falling in love does not make a good story, so make sure there’s a plot going on aside from the love story that both are involved in.

whispers softly: maybe the reason we love the whole heroine-falls-for-evil-man-who-is-redeemed-by-love-and-becomes-good plot is because we want to believe that real life men who seem evil or abusive can actually be good at heart, or we want to believe in the humanity of men despite the fact that they always seem to be physically and emotionally hurting women, or maybe we need these types of plots because they allow us the space to forgive ourselves for loving men who constantly hurt us while simultaneously giving us the thing we know to be unattainable or at the very least extremely rare: a man changed for the better by love. 

I hear thunder outside right now, and all I can think about is laying with you naked in the dark, on cool sheets, my hands stroking your soft hair, tracing the outline of your neglected jaw. We’re not saying anything to each other, we’re just holding, just being, just loving.

But I’m slightly on top of you, slightly pressed against your left side, with my left leg over your right hip. Your arms are around me, your hands on the small of my back. Your skin is young, and smooth, and hot in my eyes and under my touch. A dim glow from the security lights outside the window are dulled by the blinds, but cast a bluish light across us, and makes you seem like a dream, a figment of fantasy.

We can hear that the rain has started now, and I’m still looking at you in the dark, still feeling you stroke my back, still feeling us breathe, our ribs butting up against each other, our chests touching. What a feeling, to be in the arms of another and feel that you are both alive, and flesh, and trembling.

I just want to savor this, I just want this space of time to last, this sweet silence, this slow-motion, the moment before I kiss you, the moment before we melt into each other, the moment before I finally get to make love to you. Because there’s no going back; after this, there will be no one else. Whatever happens in the future, in that moment that I’m looking at you, that I feel you in the dark, and that I know that nothing and nobody else will satisfy, I will fall, and I will realize that I will always want you. Only you. Only this. Only us.

anonymous asked:

something that i've been thinkin abt lately (and that ur last anon reminded me) is how we (as lesbians) are really isolated. like, most of lgbt media is abt gay dudes. we dont know how to be in relationships with women because everything we know is from a cishet guy pov. the idea of not being attracted to men is seen as crazy or impossible. and i think thats the reason why we feel like we must fall for the first girl that seems interested in us (1)

we feel like we will never marry a woman, we feel like we will never be happy being a lesbian. or that we will never find another wlw. so, when the first wlw appears in front of us, we want to take it before it goes. it doesnt matter if we are not really attracted to her. or it doesnt even matter if she is a decent person, because we think that we might never have another opportuniy like this in our lives (2)

and thats what happened to me 2 years ago. i was only 16 y.o . i met a girl online and while we had a lot of stuff in common i could only see her as a friend, and also, cus, holy heck she was 22 y.o. but later she started being flirty and such. one day she finally told me that she was in love w me. i didnt know how to answer. i told her that i liked her too. i felt that i shouldnt miss that opportunity (3)

i felt like no one else could ever fall in love w me, so i had to grab the only girl that was interested in me. even if it was a p/edo. i told her that i needed time but i already told her that i was in love w her too (i wasnt). so i asked her to give me time to figure things out. only then i realized how fucked up it was. i stoped talkin to her. then she satrted stalking me. (4)

she would send me like 30 messages a day saying that she missed me and that she didnt know what went wrong. one day i confronted her and told her that i didnt want to talkw her anymore. she was furious. she kept sending me messages. she said that i made her feel depressed. then, i talked abt that w one of my bfs. god blesses them cus thanks to them i decided to block her and never talk to her anymore (5)

then after i blocked her she kept stalking me on my art fb page. so i just stopped using that account. i will never forget how stupid i was. all of that shit was messed up. she knew i was a teenager and still didnt care. a year later i fell in love w one of my irl best friends. i love her w all my heart. and she respects me and loves me too. and i tought i could never be in a healthy relationship. but i did, and we’ve been together for more than a year. (6)

so, the lesson is, that u shoudnt feel obligated to date or be in a relationship w anyone just because “it might not happen again”. i was just 16 and i tought i was doomed to a lonely life. i was not. u will be happy w someone who apreciates you. and even if that doesnt happen then better be alone than w someone who treats u like shit. (7)

Happy lesbians are the best lesbians, and I’m sorry for your past experiences.

anonymous asked:

Alright so this is the anon about being in love with the girl and oh my god I told her. I told her and I cried and she hugged me and she said she has had a crush on me since day one. And I don't think I had ever been so relieved and happy in my life. Jesus Christ I cannot thank you enough for the advice you gave me honestly we probably would have just sat in silence forever if I didn't have a courage to say something. Thank you so so much!! <3

HOLY SHIT I AM SO EXCITED FOR YOU AND A LITTLE CHOKED UP OMG OMG YOU DID IT AND IT WORKED AND AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Love, I am so, so, so proud of you. You did this big scary emotionally risky thing, and you did it so thoughtfully, and I’m thrilled beyond words that she likes you back and just !!!!!!!!!! And please, please give yourself the credit here - you’re the one who decided to act and worked up the nerve and did this awesome, honest, communicative thing, and anon, she is so lucky to have someone so kind and thoughtful and willing to go out on a limb for her and I am seriously so proud of you and so excited for you. Congratulations, darling!!!! Thank you so much for the update (I was thinking about you this morning and wondering if you were talking this weekend!) and if you feel like coming back to let us know how it’s going some time, please do! Still rooting for you, and wishing you both all the happiness the world can bring!!

Her savior

Anon request 😁 Sorry it took me so long 😐
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He liked her ever since primary school. Cute, funny, free-spirited girl. Always full of energy and life. She was creative, with dilly ideas from time to time. And she just won him over.


But she was reckless. Sometimes too reckless. She never thought before doing something. She was intense. And in many situations it would get her in real danger if he wasn’t there, watching over her.


She was grateful and caring towards him, of course. But he couldn’t stand anymore her calling him “big brother”. She didn’t have idea  he was in love with her and that last thing he wanted was to “be” her brother.


It hurt him to see her with any guy she has chosen. He knew it wouldn’t last long, most of them were just “for fun”. And guys knew that too. So there wasn’t a problem in it. Only once she felt serious for one guy, but that relationship ended.


Each time he was her voice of reason.


Only this time she has chosen a complete scumbag. And even a dangerous one. B warned her but she said it isn’t anything serious.


Her new date asked her out on a party. When she asked where she didn’t get a clear answer. And telling that to B ended up with a compromise that he has to come there as well.


Her date didn’t care if he goes with them or not.


——-


He was standing in the angle, chatting with some guys and girls he met, but he would often take a look on her. He would clench his teeth whenever he saw the guy touching her. She rejected all the tries but he was persistent.


B saw she was not so comfortable, as much as she was trying to hide it. He knew her. So he decided to react.


“Hey.” He greeted them.


She smiled with kind of a relief. “Hey.”


“What do you want?” The guy rudely reacted.


B felt like punching him already, but he remained calm. “Nothing. Just came to see how A’s doing.”


“Well she has me to take care of her. So back off.”


“Easy.” B said.


The guy grabbed her and then started kissing her intensely, in front of B. He looked him directly in the eyes, but he didn’t react.


A was feeling even more uncomfortable. She tried to push him away, repeating “Stop it” for a few times but he wasn’t going to.


“Hey.” B pulled his shoulder “she said stop.”


“I told you to back off.” He shrugged his shoulder. “Come on.” He pulled A towards the door.


He was holding her so tight she couldn’t even protest. But she hated his behavior.


“Where are you taking me, stop it.” She struggled.


“Out. We’re done with this party.”


“No we’re not. I want to go back” she wiggled. “Leave me alone.”


He held her and didn’t want to let go. Instead he just giggled evilly.


“What are you doing. I’m not your toy. Leave me alone.”


That’s when he received a strong punch in the face, followed by a few more on the other sides.


Then he was pushed strongly against the nearest wall.


“She said to leave her alone.” B pressed him harder. “You will not harass her anymore.”


“Yo, dude, chill.” The guy said. “I was just having fun.”


“Well, she wasn’t having fun.” He angrily said. “This is the last time I’m warning you. Touch her again and you’ll deal with me.”


B’s grip was very strong. He was much stronger and better fighter.


“Okay okay.” He lifted his hands up as if to surrender.


B let him go.


“You bitch.” The guy said towards A.


Madly, B took him by his collar. “What did you say?”


“B, let him go. He’s not worth it.” She came, putting her hands on his arms.


He looked in his eyes.


“Get lost.” B rose his tone, pushing him away.


Scared of him, he disappeared soon.


“Oh, my savior” she hugged B with relief.


“You really are bad at picking boys” he sighed.


“I met this one on a blind date. This was our second night together. I didn’t know what an ass he is.” She waved her head. “But you saved me.” She kissed his cheek. “Thank you so much.”


“You’re welcome.”


She placed her hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes for a few moments.


“Come on” she took his hand ”let’s get inside”


When she turned to walk away she felt him pulling at her hand.


“What’s wrong” she looked at his eyes.


“Listen…” She dragged. “I need to tell you something.”


“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” She worriedly asked.


“I am. I just can’t keep it for myself anymore. And I’m an idiot for not have courage to tell you this earlier.”


“What?” She sighed.


“A…I…We…We’ve been friends for so long. And we’ve been through so much together. And…”


“Cut it to the chase will ya?” She sighed. “Are you okay? You’re making me so worried.”


“I…I don’t want to be just your best friend.”


“Huh?”


“I want more.” He swallowed.


She remained speechless.


“I’m in love with you for awhile and I…”


He was stopped by her eager lips.


“Took you so freaking long to finally say that.” She teased him after they kissed.


“You could have said it first too.” He sighed. “Why do I always have to do everything?”


“It’s more romantic.” She grinned.


He was about to protest again but she connected her lips to his again. And he gave in. Quickly.

Yes, we loved each other enough to prove to others that love is real, but not enough to make the both of us stay