no one likes each other

"the mind is a walled garden, even death can not touch the flowers blooming there."

i am not those things you called me
and if in some way i am
i wont be those things you called me
forever didn’t seem long enough when i envisioned us walking towards it
never enough time
never enough communication
never the right moment
glimpses of what we could be
and what we were
in those moments asleep on a bed of stars
i wanted to kiss you so many times
but i didnt
trapped in my own world
i never wanted to leave it until i met you
ive never seen a place more beautiful than our own
its so cold out but can we stay here a little while longer?
there’s a dance floor made of beer bottle caps under a tree in the park
i want to tell you about my childhood.
i want to listen to your miracles.

you aren’t the things i called you
its just…
i never knew how to let go
how to deprogram everything the past taught me about love cause it wasn’t true
or maybe i just interpreted it wrong
i always thought love was silent and passive and understood
but its violent and bold and loud
it demands attention
and faith
it thrives off of attentiveness
and memory
it blossoms in selflessness
and empathy.

i am growing
you are growing
we are growing
you the moon
me the sun.
ive stopped trying to forget you
its pointless really…

- tiffany majette

Why Don’t You Kiss Her? | M.C

Inspired by this song.

AN: I’ve been wanting to write something about this song for so many years. I find it so fucking beautiful and underrated. Maybe listen to it when you read it? I feel like it could be the perfect soundtrack in a film, oh my god. 

Originally posted by pikamikey

You and Michael had been best friends for the longest of time. Your personalities were so alike that it was like you shared one. There was nobody else who understood each of you like the other did. In fairytales, that’d make you destined for each other. 

You’d spent yet another weekend with your bestie, doing the goofy stuff you’d always done - played video games, watched movies, walked the dog, pigged out on takeouts, the usual. Now it was Sunday afternoon and you were on the sofa which turned into a bed which was supposed to be guests, but being lazy assholes who loved your comforts, you guys always opened it up. You were binge watching some show on Netflix as you snuggled next to him. Your legs were tangled as he held your torso close to him. This was totally normal, you both always got up in each other’s personal space because you were both clingy as fuck and totally tolerated the other person. 

Your mind was set on the show you were watching, but Michael’s was someplace else. He was concentrating on the beautiful soul he held in his arms, taking in your scent of your signature shampoo that lingered in your hair, noticing all the little details on your face and focusing on your expressions you bared as your attention sat with the TV. Everything about you was perfect, so perfect that it was as if a world famous artist had created the beauty that sat before Michael. 

You’re the best of friends. You share your secrets. You know everything that was on his mind; all except one thing, that is… your best friend was truly and utterly besotted with you. He was scared to admit it, but heck, maybe… just maybe… he loved you. But what he was certain on is that he really did have feelings for you. Whenever you were near, he had strong and prominent desire to never let you go. 

It had been going on for long enough; too long maybe. That’s when Michael began to internally converse with himself to decide what the fuck to do. 

Why don’t you kiss her? Why don’t you tell her? Why don’t you let her see the feelings that you hide?

Don’t be so stupid, he thought. He was so afraid to make the first move. Terrified, even. Because one touch could immediately cross the line. But would that even be such a bad thing? 

Would she just turn away? Or would she promise me that she’s here to stay?

Come on, Clifford, you dumbass, he mentally scolded. You can’t keep living like this. It’s been too long. You’re obviously not going to get over her that easily. If you don’t find out how she feels, you’ll never get over this. 'Cause she’ll never know if you never show the way you feel inside.



You looked up to pay the blonde beauty attention. Something about you looking so natural on a Sunday made you so beautiful. Of course, you were always beautiful in his eyes, but seeing the real you, the rawness of reality, it made his heart swell. 

His tongue felt as if it had twisted, his stomach feeling knotted and a lump grew in his throat. 

Say something, you fuckhead. Something, ANYTHING. 

Instead of finding the words, Michael stared in your eyes, which were waiting with curiosity with what he had to say. That’s when he went into autopilot. He leaned towards you and captured your bubblegum lips with his slightly roughened ones. Taken back by what had just happened, you froze in a daze. Unsure of what was going on, but a feeling you had never felt before - especially towards your best friend - overtook your body, signalling for you to comply with the actions. You began to kiss back, which somewhat shocked Michael. He was beginning to think he had ruined it. Destroyed the friendship of a lifetime. But you had proven him wrong. 

He pulled away but was too scared to look at you. He looked down to his lap. You weren’t sure why he was being so shy; it wasn’t normally his kind of behaviour around him. You lifted his chin to bring his minty green eyes to look at yours. 

“Hey, where did that come from?” you asked, half giggling. 

He let out an exasperated sigh. 

“I like you, Y/N… I like you a lot. I have for the longest of time…. Being your friend is without a doubt the best thing that’s ever happened to me…. I’ve been blessed with some incredible opportunities in my life, but the single most incredible thing to have happened is you walk into my life…. I’ve harboured these feelings for some time, always too scared to tell you… but being your best friend has caused those feelings to strengthen to the point where I can’t hide it anymore….” 

He looked down at your bewildered face. 

“I’m sorry…”

You brought his face closer to yours, just an inch away from your lips. 

“The only thing you should be sorry for is not telling me sooner.”


“I had no idea until you just kissed me, but every atom in my body danced around with passion and excitement. I guess I’ve had feelings, too, without even knowing. Had you told me sooner, we’d probably be steps ahead of where we are now,” you giggled. 

A smile grew across his face with utter happiness. You closed the inch gap between your faces and pressed your lips against this, softly kissing him. There was a wave of euphoria that sparked around both of your bodies. He placed his hands on your face to control the kiss with more passion. Your fingers tangled in the silk of his hair, really letting your lips tell the story of the emotions that ran through your bloodstream. 

As you finally pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours. His lips stretched upwards almost to his eyes with the ecstatic feelings he was feeling. 

“Be mine?” he asked sheepishly. 



february 21st // the anniversary of one of the best things that has happened to me // for emily and our weird but incredible marriage. i love you babe! @hsinlvegas

{ I was wondering… Would anyone be interested in a group verse (a verse shared by many) taking place during Dagor Dagorath? Like maybe a blend of Lost Tales and Silmarillion content to make a verse set in Dagor Dagorath and all the battles, angst, and mayhem taking place? I think it would be awesome, but I wanna know what you all think. Would you like to do a thing like this or not? 

shutupandbringmepie  asked:


(I am both very pleased and not at all surprised I got this thank you<3) 

I consider this ship’s feelings: Mutual | Mixed | Strange | Awkward | Platonic | Sibling-like | One-sided | They don’t really like each other |

I’d consider the relationship: Healthy | Awkward | Abusive | Doesn’t work properly | They’d never get together |

Children: No | Yes | They’d think about it

General Opinion: I absolutely ADORE this ship. The fact that they have history together and have ingame interaction was what got me interested initially, and then going through the tag is what got me hooked. 

I personally believe the feelings are mutual, and strong enough that the long distance bond they built writing to each other over the years after Genji left Overwatch and became Zenyatta’s pupil only grew stronger rather than dwindling over time. I also imagine that after Genji’s body was rebuilt, that Mercy spent a lot of time helping him get used to moving around in his new body, checking on him and making sure he took care of himself while he was recovering.  (This stuff is purely speculation based on the fact that Mercy was the one who saved his life, and the panels in the Christmas comic, but I still believe the feelings would be mutual).

I can’t see this relationship as anything but healthy, since I see them developing a closer relationship after all that stuff with the fall of Overwatch, when Genji has already come to terms with who he was now and who he used to be, and Mercy has moved on with her life and begun her studies at Oasis and settled into a more peaceful life. They seem the type of couple to be very good at communicating with each other when they have problems with either each other, or things like work. They could always count on each other to lift the other up again, and be understanding when the other is having a difficult time. 

As for children, they couldn’t have any of their own since…well, Genji is incapable of reproducing (so I assume given most of his body is mechanical) but I imagine the two would consider adopting. They would both be wonderful parents who would have a lot to teach any kid they decided to raise. And they would have a loving and supportive household<3

that-frankenstein-gal  asked:

Samurai Bravo

The ship is my: OTP

I consider this ship’s feelings: Mutual | Mixed | Strange | Awkward | Platonic | Sibling-like | One-sided | They don’t really like each other |

I’d consider the relationship: Healthy | Awkward | Abusive | Doesn’t work properly | They’d never get together |

Children: No | Yes | They’d think about it

General Opinion: I love the idea of this ship, just because of that commercial. They seem like that awkward couple that aren’t sure what to do because it’s their first real relationship, which I love.

anonymous asked:

"Andrew put his racquet down in front of Neil like a shield" it's funny that's one of your favorite lines since Andrew also beat Neil up with that racket when he first met him...OTP goals huh?

Beat up? That implies he continually hit Neil with the racket. He hit him once in the stomach to stop his movement. Also, this was the first time they’d ever met each other, actually not even that, the first time they’d seen each other - Neil didn’t even see Andrew until after that moment. It’s not like they were in their non-relationship relationship and Andrew randomly decided to hit Neil with a racquet. They literally knew not one thing about each other, not even what their voices sounded like. 

Once Neil and Andrew got into their non-relationship relationship, they have always respected each other and their boundaries. Always. They even ask each other “Yes or no?” almost always before they do something physical together, or even touch each other. They talk about where it’s okay to touch before as well. They communicate their intimate relationship. I bet that’s more than you can say for your OTP, anon.

And yeah, things didn’t start out hunky dory for them, in fact it started out not so great. But that doesn’t mean things didn’t change and get better the more they got to know each other and fall in love with each other, and see their past actions were wrong. Not that Andrew would admit to it, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know he did some shitty things to Neil before he took him under his protection.