Like sitting next to him in one of his expensive cars surrounded by buttery soft leather. And getting to watch all of the faces he pulls while concentrating on the road. And when you’re on a long, straight stretch that doesn’t require both hands on the wheel or he’s not fiddling with his bottom lip with that free hand, he’s reaching over to you, taking your hand from your lap so he can hold it. He likes to bring your knuckles to his lips, placing soft kisses with quick glances at you. But his eyes never linger for too long–he does have to watch the road, after all; “M’a safe driver, love.”
And when you’re on long drives or stuck in traffic, you like to sneak pictures of him. Of course, you’re never really sneaky about it because you love the way he gets all grumpy when you do. “Why yeh got to bother me while I’m operatin’ heavy machinery, kitten?” And you pout in response to his assertions that you’re annoying, sticking that bottom lip out that makes him feel some kind of way. So he turns and gives one of those cheesy, eye crinkling smiles, letting you snap a quick pic.
Promise me just one thing before we part our ways,
You will not forget my wild rage and bloodshot eyes at three in the morning,
Nor will you forget our sweet kisses the morning after, tongue and cheek and lips so pouty
Promise me that the sound of traffic won’t ever help you forget the echoes of my laughter
From those warm June nights
When grass was glued to every inch of your body, and the moon watched us become star lit fools
Promise me that my scent will forever be stuck to your nose and
That you will feel my absence from your heart down to the toes
You will tremble at the sight of any girl with my walk and realize that what we once had
We lost, all for damn naught
Promise me that the distance will set your soul on fire
That your heart and your mind will ceaselessly be at war
Promise me that you left for good reason
That it was all worth it
That we weren’t just for this season.
What people think bpd people are saying: You can’t complain about things that I do because of bpd. Having boundaries is ableist.
What we’re actually saying: In any long term friendship or other relationship people forgive and let go of all sorts of things. Everybody has a line of how far and how often but no relationships is ever totally pure. One of the big ways people decide what they’re willing to forgive is by how “understandable” the mistake is.
It’s that “understandable” part that has an ableist double standard. We want you to understand so you can find things “understandable.” We’re just trying to get to the point where “sorry, I was splitting because something poked at my insecurities” is considered at least as good an excuse as “sorry, I’m cranky because I was stuck in traffic today.”
imagine r2d2 and k2so……. they would literally try to kill each other on a daily basis fighting over who is more heroic cassian or luke….. k2 has definitely picked r2 up and tossed him AT LEAST ONCE….. k2 is always talking about how low luke’s odds of surviving are and how inexperienced he is and r2 would magnetize the floor or some shit and leave k2 stuck there until someone noticed…… one time r2 implied that cassian isn’t THAT handsome and k2 lost his shit……. the rebels would hear on the comms “avoid hangar 3, the droids are going at it again” and no one would be surprised, they’d just redirect all traffic to hangar 4
“I’ll just wait a few more minutes, he’s probably stuck in traffic, thank you.” Your eyes went back to your phone once again. You could feel it, the staring. The coffee shop you chose for your blind date with the guy your coworker set you up with was near close to Broadway, only a few blocks away from Times Square, there was no way he didn’t find the place or got lost in traffic.
You’ve been stood up for the first time.
It wasn’t a good feeling, at all. You could almost listen to the old women gossiping about it a few tables away from yours, and the waitress talking about how you were sitting alone with a glass of water on your booth, waiting for a date that just wasn’t going to show up.
When the bell by the door ringed for the millionth time since you arrived, you looked up from your phone, hoping for Mike, but it was just another guy: long hair tied up in a ponytail, headphones around his neck and a backpack that didn’t go with the gray sweater he was wearing on that autumn morning. Something about him was just captivating, so you watched him go stand in line to order.
The head of a company survived 9/11 because his son started kindergarten.
Another man was alive because it was his turn to bring donuts.
One woman was late because her alarm clock didn’t go off on time.
Another was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike because of an auto accident and his life was spared.
One missed his bus.
One spilled food on her clothes and had to take time to change.
One’s car wouldn’t start.
One went back to answer the telephone.
One had a child that dawdled and didn’t get ready as soon as he should have.
One couldn’t get a taxi.
One that really struck me was the man who put on a new pair of shoes that morning. Before he got to the Towers he developed a blister on his foot. He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid. That’s why he is alive today.
Now when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn back to answer a ringing telephone… all the little things that annoy me I think to myself, this is exactly where God wants me to be at this very moment.
Next time your morning seems to be going wrong, the children are slow getting dressed, you can’t seem to find the car keys, you hit every traffic light, do not get mad or frustrated. God may be at work watching over you.
Summary: *REQUESTED* You find yourself getting more and more frustrated with Kai as he keeps hanging out with his ex-girlfriend, Krystal, against your wishes. Your solution? Hang out with Baekhyun instead.
You sat at the bar, twirling your straw around in your drink. Your friends would be meeting you soon but you’d arrived early. Perhaps, maybe, too early. You were already halfway through your second cocktail, drinking through your frustrations.
The bar was just starting to get more crowded since it was getting closer to the prime bar hours. You were sitting by yourself, the seats next to you currently unoccupied. Your phone suddenly vibrated, signaling that your friend Mina texted you back, We’re stuck in traffic. BUT we’re almost there!
You smiled. Of course everyone was late when you’d arrived early. You weren’t complaining though, as you were enjoying your cocktail. You took another sip as you stared into your phone. It was so frustrating.
“Why do you look so miserable?” called a familiar voice from behind you. It was Baekhyun. He was the first of your friends to arrive. He sat in the seat next to you, with a cocktail of his own.
I’m stuck in traffic, at a red light and it hit me, I can’t believe you’re mine.
There was a time when we were complete strangers, stealing looks like it was a crime. Now you’re part of my soul and you have so much control on my heart, but instead of being scared, I’ve never felt safer in my whole life.
A/N: Day 3 of my daily drabbles!! This one is for my Bucky lovers, yo. I love him so much.
prompt: it’s raining and you forgot your umbrella
word count: 879
Nothing shouted out ‘winter’ more than mother nature pouring down rain from the skies two seconds after complimenting the nice sunny weather you enjoyed moments ago. When you walked out the door, the nice crisp winter air bit you in the nose as you wrapped your scarf tighter against your face. The sun shining down made it all the better. You decided to take the bus to work rather than drive. It was better than being stuck in traffic and wasting gas. Taking in the beautiful sight of the nice city view, you locked your door as you made your way towards the bus stop, a few blocks away.
All was well until you heard the low rumbling from the sky. Your heart immediately dropped and the smile you wore faded as your worried eyes glanced up. Dark, murky grey clouds rolled towards the city as it quickly devoured the sun, making you groan in frustration. You looked back at your house, which was too far away to make out, deciding you could make it to the covered bus stop before it pours. You were just too lazy to go back and grab an umbrella.
It almost became a broadcasting incident since they really weren’t sure they could make it or not at the time. Previously, Fuji TV staff (broadcaster of Countdown) had rehearsed the route from NHK hall to Tokyo Dome over and over and they made it in plenty of time, so they were confident that the journey’s possible. They even told Arashi to leave the outfits at the Dome but since Arashi are worrywarts they asked to leave the outfit in the car (the two tweets differ on whether they actually got to bring it on the car with them or not) But when Arashi tried the route that night, they got stuck about 2 traffic lights before Tokyo Dome. Nino: ‘There was some sort of lane inspection or something’. The staff told them that TOKIO has already started Sorafune which is part of the medley Arashi will be singing in. They were also told that it’ll take another 3 minutes to get there. And they were like, ‘no way, there’s still two traffic lights to go through’. So Matsujun shouted: ‘We’re getting down!’ and the rest of Arashi: ‘Roger!’ . They got down and did a 400m dash to Tokyo Dome wearing Aiba’s blouson. People on the streets and fans waiting outside the Dome saw them, and went ‘It’s Arashi!’, ‘Good luck!’. Sho: ‘Ain’t nobody got time for that!!!’. No fans nor security guards tried to stop them and they made it just in time. So if you ever feel like watching Countdown again, they weren’t kidding when they said they made it.
So yeah, this is Arashi come New Year’s Eve. All to make us (or maybe Johnny’s execs) happy.