Just hold on a little longer, okay? He’s gone. The bad man’s gone. We’ll be home soon, and my mom… she’ll get you your own bed. You can eat as many Eggos as you want. And we can go to the Snow Ball.Promise? Promise.
okay but i want a fic where the enterprise is like on the outskirts of federation space and they pick up survivors of a half-wrecked cardassian freighter and one of the refugees is sybok who totally knew the attack was coming and low key orchestrated it but thats another story because when he gets beamed aboard he and spock have a reunion and it’s very logical and all but kirk is like holy shit spock you have a brother??? why did i not know?? and spock is like you never asked and sybok takes one look at the two of them interacting and realizes how bad his baby brother has it for his captain and says wow spock way to introduce me to your t’hy’la and spock BUGS OUT and gets all flustered and kirk has never seen him act like that before and is like wait what does that mean and spock won’t tell him and practically runs away and sybok is too busy laughing and getting debriefed, and then for the rest of the mission spock won’t look at kirk and he starts to wonder what that word actually means so he keeps trying to work it out of sybok or uhura but they won’t tell him and spock avoids him like the plague, and kirk starts to get dejected because maybe he’s done something wrong, somehow offended spock or something, and sybok realizes that the human is stupid in love too, and bribes scotty to lock them in the turbolift or a supply closet or something because they’re both just idiots and they need to make out and of course scotty does it because its been painfully obvious to everyone on the ship for months that the captain and first officer are SO IN LOVE, LIKE GO FUCK ALREADY JESUS
Sunshine never looked so good ‘till it was beating down on you and your brown eyes were the color of my coffee with 10 creams and 4 sugars, just the way I like my coffee when hot. Thank you for making my coffee more than just a pretty brown and giving me a reason to look for that shade of brown in everything I saw.
Those freckles upon your face, you never really liked them the way I did. I adored them, sat for hours trying to figure a way to spell “I love you” with them or even trying to find a way to piece together the constellations. Thank you for showing me freckles are more than just pigments upon the skin, showing me that they make each person unique and I guess that’s why whenever I tried to connect the dots on your face it doesn’t match up with the ones on her’s.
Your hands upon my skin always made my stomach turn but not the same way it did thinking of your hands on another girl but in the way where my stomach became a forest fire while my head was a tropical vacation, at war with what I felt for you and not being able to decide to listen to my aching heart or my mind that seemed to always wander back and linger around you, thank you for showing me that not everything causes one feeling and that it’s okay to feel good and bad. For showing me that no matter what bad life gives you, at some point it will give you good as a “congratulations, you made it.”
No one else loves the way you do, and I thank god everyday for that. Not that you loved me wrong, you just didn’t know how to. But I guess that’s okay, because you knew how to love her. And I am happy that you’re happy, even if it meant we broke each other down to the core. Thank you for showing me that I can give someone my all and be okay when they no longer want it, for showing me that I can dedicate so much time to someone and still be okay when they wake up and decide to not be around anymore.
To the girl who broke my heart, I know that you never meant to hurt me. You loved me as you knew how to, and I am grateful for the good that came. Thank you for hurting me, I will grow from this. You taught me that even in all the bad, there’s still good. I no longer sit at home waiting on anyone, and I no longer will give out a million second chances. Thank you for showing me that people will promise you so much good and still go against that. I don’t need much, but I needed you in this lifetime. So thank you, for all you have done and what you have not done.
“Thank you” to the girl who broke me and whom I broke in return
I love Alisha. I really do. In fact, she might actually be my favourite female character in Tales of Zestiria (it’s so hard to pick favourites in Zestiria, since everyone’s so amazing and lovable). She’s kind, responsible, and fully capable of standing up for her morals and doing what she believes is right. Her strength and resolve are truly inspiring, and despite everything she goes through, she somehow manages to keep pushing forward for what she believes is important to her and the people she cares about. I actually see a lot of myself in Alisha–her idealism and slight naivety are things I can relate to, and her strength and persistence remind me to keep my head up and never give up on the things I value and believe in.
Stop settling for friends who make you feel like you can’t be yourself, or that you have to change a large part of who you are in order to be good enough for them.
Stop settling for a life of sitting still, of watching other people go after what they want while you sit back because you’re too afraid to try.
Stop settling for toxic social environments. If you’re invited to a dinner outing with a group of gossipy and judgmental people, politely decline. If you have to go because it’s a work thing or because you need to support your partner, go for an hour and leave. Don’t ever give more of yourself and your energy than you need to.
Stop settling for being an ‘okay’ friend. If a friend is going through a bad breakup, show up to their apartment with beer and cake and don’t leave until they’re ready for you to leave. Show up for the people who show up for you.
Stop settling for the idea that fear is always something that should be avoided. If your heart starts pounding when you think about applying for that job or signing up for that acting class or trying to make amends with that one friend, listen to it. Embrace the fear. Fear is a compass.
Stop settling for a life of being on autopilot. Of commuting to work like a zombie, of playing on your phone instead of being fully present for movie night with your friends, of thinking about what you’re going to say next when you’re talking to someone. Just let yourself relax, and be there. Something will always come afterwards, just trust.
Stop settling for the idea that happiness is a milestone to attain instead of a state of being. At some point, you must grasp that if you just keep chasing and chasing, there will always be something new to want. But if you start focusing on the joy of being, simply being, you’ll have a much easier time finding happiness. After all, it’s already there. It’s always been there.
For @kaitymccoy123, after a rough day. I love you to bits, dear, and I think they lost out, not you. I hope this is decent (banged it out on lunch break, posting quickly. Probably riddled with errors). Also, it’s incredibly difficult to find a good AOS Scotty gif.
“I didn’t get it.”
“Ya what?” Monty’s nose crinkles in a way that you would normally
find adorable. As it is, the entire world seems dampened by the bitter disappointment
that snakes through your chest, and your answering smile is hollow.
“The job. I didn’t get it.” Despite your best efforts, you
feel your voice hitch a little on the words.
“The rat bastards,” he spits, dropping his spanner and
pulling you into his arms, heedless of the fact that you’re in the E deck
corridor for all to see. You smush your nose into the mesh fabric of his red
shirt and let him hold you tight.
“Shh, shh, shh, shh,” he murmurs, more an instinctive litany
of comfort than actual shushing. He rocks you gently back and forth, threading
agile fingers through your dark hair. His skin smells of bay rum aftershave and
something vaguely singed, and it crosses your mind to ask him, later, how the
refit is coming. He presses his lips to your temple and sighs heavily through
his nose. “The silly sods don’t know a good thing when they’ve got it.”
His words send hot tears prickling at the corners of your
eyes. Silly as it is, to cry feels a little like defeat, like one last punch in
the gut. You pull back, biting at your lip and swiping your face in frustration.
Monty catches your hands in his. “My heart,” he says softly,
reaching to thumb away the tear-tracks that stain your cheeks. “I know what I’ve
got right here.” His eyes are dark as he stares at you for a long moment, as if
memorizing your features. You can see, suddenly, that he shares your heartbreak. He
clasps his fingers around the nape of your neck, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead
and fluttering his eyes closed. “I have the very best thing, Kaity. I have you.”
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