my new true love

True love

When you truly love someone you will listen to them when you are upset.

When you truly love someone you will build up what was broken in a fight.

When you truly love someone you will go through hell to fix any wrong doings.

When you truly love someone you will do you best to fix your flaws that is not helping anyone.

When you truly love someone you will simply listen to their voice and remember why you fell in love with them.

When you truly love someone you will do absolutely anything for them no matter the time of day.

When you truly love someone you will be by their side when times are tough and taxing

When you truly love someone you will take interest in their day and how it went.

When you truly love someone you will be happy because you found your other half as they found theirs in you.

When you truly love someone you will not walk away because a future without them is no future.

When you truly love someone you wish to spend the rest of your life with that person.

When you find this person hold onto them and don’t ever let go as I will never let go of you.

Its been a LONG time since I drew my Oblivion mains! They were due for some updates.

Lost-His-Tail is a (bad) thief and Sings-Many-Songs is his long suffering twin who also happens to be the Champion of Cyrodiil.💙💙

Someone’s gotta do it

Doors

I can feel you close
but your thoughts are
far away
drifting, drifting
further beyond
my grasp.

I want a glimpse
inside of your mind.
If I could I would
feel your pain
as my own,
and transform it
into a lovely array
of thoughts.

If I could I would
crawl within your skin,
with the closest embrace,
holding, holding you
ever so tightly,
until all of your
broken pieces
mend.

But I sit here
so close to you
and, I cannot
find the door
within you
that would finally
bring you home.

But I know,
someday,
you will finally
open those doors
which lead to mine,
and I will be here,
forever and
always.

-M.R.

I mean not to be dramatic but if berringer dares to look at max one more time the next thing he’ll be seeing is me reaching into his chest and pulling out his heart with my bare hands ha ha hHA H hah aha :^)

Bumi

Dia Bumi, yang kukenal sejak ayahku dipindahtugaskan di Jakarta, dua tahun lalu. Rambutnya yang ikal dan acak-acak, kacamata dengan model clubmaster, menjelaskan kegilaannya pada hal-hal yang old school. Dia bilang, itu pertanda dia tak ingin pergi dari masalalu; masa-masa dimana orangtuanya masih tidur dalam satu ranjang yang sama; persis yang juga ia tiduri sampai umurnya menginjak delapan tahun. Sebab di umur ke-sembilan, pertengakaran itu lebih sering meramaikan rumah, ketimbang suara gelak tawanya. Lalu ayahnya pergi, sampai saat ini.

Dan aku Ulan, teman Bumi, yang sering juga dipanggil oleh Bumi, Bulan. Seperti wanita kebanyakan, aku juga punya rahasia.

Aku lebih mengenal Bumi, ketimbang diriku sendiri. Dua tahun, bukan waktu yang singkat untuk mendengar dan menjadi tempat singgah untuk semua mimpi-mimpi lelaki ini. Tentang kecintaannya dengan sastra, membuatnya menjadi sangat mencintai kegelisahannya sendiri. Sebab katanya, dia harus gelisah setiap saat, karena dari sanalah inspirasinya selama ini. Dan itu semakin nyata, ketika kerut di keningnya lebih banyak bercerita ketimbang mulutnya, saat ia menatap lamat-lamat ke arah seorang wanita yang ku kenal adalah adik kelas kami di sekolah, Artari atau yang diberikan julukan oleh Bumi; Matahari.

Bagi seisi raga Bumi, Artari adalah sosok yang memberinya pelangi, setelah pekat kehidupannya, membanjiri hati. Bumi mencintai Artari. Kepalanya mengitari sosoknya, sembunyi-sembunyi.

Artari Subagio, putri seorang pejabat yang tak ingin kusebut namanya. Kulitnya yang bersih, matanya yang bulat, dan postur tubuh yang tinggi, membuatnya menjadi pusat perhatian para lelaki, termasuk Bumi.

Sore ini, di sebuah kedai kopi di daerah Kwitang, aku tengah mendengar Bumi bercerita tentang Taufik Ismail, sosok sastrawan yang dia idolakan. Meskipun aku tidak banyak mengerti apa yang dia bicarakan, namun menatap antusiasnya, menjadikaku seorang wanita yang lebih beruntung dari wanita manapun, termasuk Artari. Namun tiba-tiba Bumi mendadak diam.

“Lan, coba lihat langitnya.” Sambil mengangkat alisnya, Bumi berisyarat agar aku melihat yang dia lihat.

“Cantik, ya?” Tanyanya. Aku mengangguk, setuju. “Aku ini Bumi, yang tidak pernah telat menyadari kecantikan Matahari, Lan” Lanjutnya, sembari tersenyum. Aku menatapnya lamat-lamat, merasa mengerti yang ada di jalan pikirannya.

“Kapan ya Matahari sadar, kehadirannya memberi warna pada Bumi?” Tanyanya lagi.

“Mungkin Matahari sadar, tapi tidak peduli.” Jawabku.

“Maksudnya?” Tanya Bumi.

“Tidak.” Aku tersenyum menatap Bumi, yang memelas menatapku. “Aku ke toilet dulu, ya? Setelah itu kita pulang, ada yang mesti kukerjakan di rumah” Lanjutku.

Sore ini kita pulang dengan motor CB 125 peninggalan ayahnya. Kami bercerita tentang awal perkenalan kami, seakan lupa dengan percakapan tadi di kedai.

“Kamu ingat kan, dulu pertama kali masuk sekolah, pernah ngelaporin aku ke satpam komplek pas pulang sekolah, karena kamu ngeliat aku ikutin kamu dari belakang? Eh tahunya kita satu komplek, tetanggaan pula.” Dia bertanya, dan kami tertawa bersama mengingat itu.

“Iya abis kamu kaya preman.” Kataku, dan kami tertawa kembali. “Tapi kenapa waktu itu kamu gak pakai motor ini, tapi naik angkutan umum?” Tanyaku.

“Iya aku hukum, abisnya yang punya motor ini, gak pulang-pulang.” Jawabnya, datar.

Sesampainya di rumahku, aku pun turun dari motor. Lalu aku memberinya secarik surat.
“Aku percaya padamu, Bumi. Buka surat ini besok pagi.” Kataku, sebelum beranjak masuk ke rumah.
Adalah aku; Bulan yang meninggalkan Bumi dengan tanda tanya, teruntuk pagi.

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Dear Bumi,

Mungkin bagi seluruh raga Bumi, hanya Matahari yang memberinya pelangi. Namun percayalah, Bulan juga memberi pelangi, meski tak seterang Matahari. Dan Bulan lah yang membuat rotasi Bumi menjadi stabil.

Dan Bumi, ketika sebagian tubuhmu mengagumi Matahari, sesungguhnya kamu tengah membelakangi Bulan, yang memandangmu dari kejauhan.

Namun Bumi, Bulan tetaplah Bulan; yang menurut sebagian orang, adalah saudara dari Bumi. Ingatlah itu, Bumi.

Besok, aku akan pindah, ayahku dipindahtugaskan lagi ke Kalimantan. Maaf tidak memberitahumu, berat rasanya jika Bumi harus tahu kapan Bulan akan pergi. Kamu jangan kangen, ya. Aku masih di Bumi, kok. Hehe

See you, Bumi.
Tertanda,

Bulan-mu.

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Pagi ini, di sebuah Bandara, aku duduk di sebuah ruang tunggu, berpangku tangan di atas koper abu-abu, milikku. Lantunan lagu Tom Rosenthal mengalun lembut di dinding-dinding telinga, dan menutup mataku yang resah.

Keep me here
My heart is near
My love has gone a-way

Tell me true
My heart is new
My love has gone a-way

Tiba-tiba pesan darimu masuk. Mendadak dadaku meriah, tanganku bergetar membukanya.

“Lan, ternyata aku Bumi yang tak berhenti mengitari Matahari, hanya untuk mencari keberadaan Bulan. Aku salah.”

Bumi, 2017
andhikahadip

2

The night was windless, the snow drifting straight down out of a cold black sky, yet the leaves of the heart tree were rustling his name. “Theon,” they seemed to whisper, “Theon.”

The old gods, he thought. They know me. They know my name. I was Theon of House Greyjoy. I was a ward of Eddard Stark, a friend and brother to his children. “Please.” He fell to his knees. “A sword, that’s all I ask. Let me die as Theon, not as Reek.” Tears trickled down his cheeks, impossibly warm. “I was ironborn. A son … a son of Pyke, of the islands.”

(requested by anonymous)

anonymous asked:

Would you happen to have any more author recommendations for those who write for Seventeen? I've read through your masterlist (which was beautiful, by the way) and now I'm itching for more. =]

thank you for the compliment!!! you’re a sweet pea and i will try to think of all the seventeen writers that i’ve come across, just for you<3 (just a note, i will probably forget writers and when i remember them, i will update this post!)

!! JUST A BRIEF NOTE FOR SOURCES OUTSIDE OF TUMBLR !!

!! NOW TO TUMBLR !!

first and foremost, kappy @versigny. i’m sure everyone has heard me gush on and on about kappuccino but! i trust her writing with my heart. >> here’s her seventeen tag << 

SECONDLY, MISSY @an-exotic-writer CAVED AND MADE A BLOG TO WRITE FOR SEVENTEEN AND WHEN I READ HER POST ABOUT IT I GASPED SO HARD I MINORLY INJURED MY THROAT (TRUE STORY). it’s new, so be gentle, but i love missy and her writing so so much. >> here is the wonderful newborn baby << 

EDIT: SWEET PUMPKIN ANON IS FINE WITH BEING OFF ANON SO MAY I PRESENT TO YOU, @minigum!! their writing is so, so good, please go read “spitfire”!! (especially the scraps? wonwoo making dad jokes had me LITERALLY CRYING IN MY SEAT. I’M STARTING TO GET HYSTERICAL JUST REMEMBERING IT. GOOD GRIEF) >> here is a link to the spitfire masterpost <<

!! FULL DISCLOSURE: I HAVE NOT HAD TIME TO READ EVERYTHING BY THESE WRITERS, BUT I HAVE READ SOME OF THEIR WORK AND IT WAS GOOD !!

@sexonextdoor does a lot of mtl’s and rankings for seventeen, with the occasional scenario/drabble! >> here is their seventeen tag <<

@suhoeshi has some seventeen scenarios/drabbles! >> here is their seventeen masterlist << 

@svt-stories writes exclusively (i think?) for seventeen! >> here is their masterlist <<

@imaginethesedorks has some seventeen scenarios/drabbles! >> here is their seventeen masterlist <<

@naughtykpopimagines has some seventeen scenarios/drabbles! >> here is their masterlist, just scroll until you see the seventeen logo << 

@svt-husbands writes exclusively (i think?) for seventeen! >> here’s their masterlist << 

@hanwooz writes beautifully for seventeen, >> here is their masterlist <<

@chimble has a few works for seventeen! >> here is their seventeen tag << 

When...

They introduce a rival love interest for your OTP and you try to convince yourself no…MY ship could still come true and then the new love interest kisses one half of your ship and you just lose your shit because you’ve invested yourself for years waiting for this shit to happen and they pull this crap…

Originally posted by teadrinkerdovah