or the distance to the doors

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It was easy to lose track of time when the only light she had to go by was that of candles and not those of her Gods of the sky; Kili's fears were worsened by this as she sat in the cold, cruel treasury of the sanctuary, never knowing which time the door opened would mean her end. To fall into misery and despair would be too simple, though to hope that she might be saved by anyone, anything, was beyond even her usually optimistic perspective. Sacrifices would be sacrificed. That was how it went.

“Unhand me! Let me go!” It was so humiliating, being pulled from his home and showcased to his town as the next virgin sacrifice. He was a person not some animal. The temple that was once just a view in the distance was now his worst nightmare. “Let me go!” He yelled as he was tossed not too carefully in a cold room.

ARTISTICALLYDCNE.

     You think it ironic that it should be her to ask such a thing, when it is you who stays at your station, who watches her leave and eagerly awaits her return (not that anyone would ever be able to tell). It is something you have long wished to ask of her yourself, after finding that the time spent in-between her visits doing things the same way you always have feels so very different. Once the swirling brightness of her armour’s design disappears behind the doors of her departing ship, you start to notice just how lifeless the drab, grey walls of your own vessel, your home in this galaxy, really are. Once her laugh starts to fade into the distance as she positions herself between the stars and finds her vector, you find that while you are just as proud to serve alongside your fellow officers and subordinates, and can still take joy in their company, it is company lacking something that makes you feel completely at ease amongst others who are not her. Once the final sight of her shimmering hair and glimmering soul disappears with a flicker of pseudovelocity, and you have withdrawn to your office to meditate and examine the images and objects you find so pleasing and so essential to your strategising, you know that she is the only one who understands this part of your mind, and that if she were here you would have both been content to discuss the pieces, giving rise to many instances of pride and happiness on your part as she flashes that cheeky but endearing smile while pointing out a key brush stroke or pattern that makes everything fit together.

     Just how you and her fit so perfectly together. How you cannot help but feel a tiny sense of awe, every time you wrap her in your arms, at how one so fierce could be so small and delicately peaceful. How you’re reminded of just how strong she is when she starts to kiss you, and you taste paint and fire and a hint of the snows of her homeworld, and when your lips and tongues crash together you feel the strength and urgency of a charging army behind her movements, which you match with your own force in a way so unlike your typically calm demeanour. How you come to realise how foolish it is, as faded purple durasteel and pristine white fabric are stripped and tossed carelessly away, to ever think you need worry that she could ever be broken. And as you lose yourself in the flawlessness of her form, ghosting over skin that despite being one shade of colour is even more perfect than the battle-scarred plates which usually cover it, taking pleasure in exploring her and giving her the sense of completeness that she gives you, it’s easy to forget that she’s still young in some ways.

     But you’re reminded of it now, as you stand in the smallest and least watched hangar of the Chimaera, and she stands on the threshold between loyalty and betrayal (both interchangeable – it depends on the view of those waiting for her on either side) making her request, her plea, that you promise her this. You can feel your eyes widen, not hiding the small way in which this has surprised you (another part of yourself that you feel can only be shown to and trusted with her). For how could you grant her that, when she is the one about to leave once again, only returning the next time she can take a ‘solo mission’ without her own allies and friends becoming suspicious, if they weren’t already? How can she ask that of you, when she returns to those who only spread chaos and needlessly endanger lives in such a seemingly carefree manner, while you must make peace with yourself when overlooking or carrying out atrocity after atrocity in the hope for stability, as you try to bring the Empire closer to being a necessary benefit for all and not just its ruler?

     Why have you become so selfish, as bloodthirstily greedy as the most horrific of the warlords you despise, when it comes to her?

     Looking into her eyes, those thoughts which you already start to feel guilty about fade as you see a hint of the childlike innocence that could not save her from her own family. And you come to understand why she would ask this of you, why she would want confirmation of some sort of constant in her life. For what has she ever had that has truly lasted forever? Even the rebellion you know she sees as family has nothing to ensure its eternal survival, particularly with your ongoing campaign against it – on multiple fronts, it would seem. For all is fair in love and war, is it not?

     Suddenly you’re reminded of the truth that neither of you want to think about when you’re together: that if you both continue on like this, there is only one way it can end. Not even this can last forever. Just as one of your respective factions caught in the conflict embroiling more worlds every day is destined to destroy the other, so too are the two of you feeding off of each other in the search for something you cannot have until there is nothing left. Unless one of you changes course, but to do so would require a change in the core principles you believe in.

     You’re both too stubborn, your hands too tight around steely resolve, to ever let that happen. But you decide to try and get her metaphorical grip to lessen, even just slightly, as blue fingers reach out to curl around her wrist and gently pull her back from her craft’s entrance.

     “Never,” you promise her in a soft, reverent tone, and you almost swear you can feel your eyes glow even brighter with the sincerity you put behind that single word. For a moment you hold her hands in yours, not tight, but still unyielding, unwilling to let her go. You look down at the hold, then back up into her eyes, and like a soldier beaten back against the wall taking his last stand, you risk giving voice to your own request, one you have wanted to ask her for a long time. “Stay with me.” Your lips thin and your eyes widen, in hope and trepidation. “Stay by my side. Regardless of past betrayals or current loyalties, I will keep you safe. And if you stay, I will be with you always.”

     Your eyes search hers, your mind starting to go through the familiar sequence of steps it takes when faced with a complicated canvas or arcane sculpture. It always allows you to unearth the thoughts of others in some way, but the meanings of hers are as hidden and indescribable as the key to the most flawless portrait. “Please.”

          as a child, you had heard stories of a person divided, one who is torn between their loyalties to their family and their devotion to someone they love. in those stories, the person divided makes the right choice, and they atone for their mistakes, and they move on. the stories are awe-inspiring, for sure, and you’d love to believe that maybe one day, you could be the hero of your own story. but for all that you are, all that you want to believe in a galaxy that can be better, you’re not a child any longer; you know you’re never going to be surrounded in a hero’s glory on the right side of history.

          when this started, you told yourself that the first time would be the last time  (  and you told yourself, each time after, that that would be the last time, as well  )  and you wonder what went wrong, how you’ve let yourself fall so far, so fast, into something that’s no good for you, for something that will ultimately destroy you  (  is it destroying you? or are you destroying yourself?  ). you wish you could rewind  &  reshape the moment you let yourself give in; you wish you could turn away and carry about your business and secure your place within the rebellion, within your family, away from him. guilt settles like a ton of durasteel in the pit of your stomach each  &  every time, and now is no exception. you feel guilty for asking something of him that you have no right to  (  it isn’t fair to you, it isn’t fair to him, it isn’t fair to those around you who trust you with their lives even when you go behind their backs and come to him every time  ).

          he tells you what you need  (  want  )  to hear, and whether or not it’s the truth matters so little that it frightens you. it frightens you more that you believe it regardless. you make no attempt to pull away, you make no attempt to step back over the threshold, no attempt to step back into the life you’ve lived. but you don’t move forward either  ——  you stay, unmoving, unwavering, and you think.

          what, in your life, has ever truly been yours  &  yours alone? who, in your life, has ever stayed  &  done so without demanding something in return? the rebellion, those you consider your family, they can’t count  (  for nothing is really free with them, is it? everything is for the cause, everything is for something bigger  ). you’re aware that he could never be yours, either  ——  not really, anyway. you’re too different  (  or too similar, you’ve yet to decide  )  and your loyalties lie on opposite sides of the war. you can’t change him, and he can’t change you, and you know that everything is destined to crumble, and that it will ultimately lead both of you to your doom.

          stay with me, he says, and it should be more unnerving at how quickly the yes springs to your lips. but it’s swallowed down, locked carefully behind teeth  &  tongue. you’ve yet to move, yet to take one step forward or one step back. you’ll be expected back home, soon, but can you face them now? can you face them knowing what you’ve asked of him, and knowing that he’ll gladly give what you want, what you need, when no one else has ever offered the same assurance? the guilt in the pit of your stomach increases, and your throat feels dry

          if you stay, i will be with you always. it’s all you’ve wanted and more. but if you stay, if you let yourself forget everything you’ve learned, everything you’ve worked to teach yourself. if you stay, you’re the biggest hypocrite in the galaxy. but if you leave… then you’re not sure if you can come back. you’ve heard of addiction. you’ve heard of dependency. you’ve never had it impact you before, but it does now.

          i can’t stay. is what you should say. but you should have said a lot of things, and yet you’ve said nothing. you swallow the lump in your throat, and you finally lift your gaze to meet his. you’ve always liked explosions, and you’ve never looked away. but you imagine when it all comes to its end, you’ll shield your eyes so, just this once, you don’t have to see the mess that you’ve made. i can’t stay i can’t stay i can’t stay. if you repeat it enough, you’ll be able to say it. if you repeat it enough, you’ll believe it. i can’t stay i can’t stay i can’t stay i can’t  ———

          ❝  i’ll stay.  ❞  it’s said softly, almost questioningly, but it’s said.  ❝  i’ll stay.  ❞

Sweden. I woke up early today. I opened the window to my garden and a warm breeze came in. Memories to a Swedish summer morning came into my mind. Camping on green meadow, the first rays of light reflecting in the wet spider web, birds singing in the distance. I inhaled & exhaled. I opened all doors & all windows and let summer in. The first tea of the day out in the hammock. This is already a good day..http://flic.kr/p/UPz2iv

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Thomas grabbed onto his father and nuzzled into him, tears rolling down his cheeks, happy tears. "Thank you dad, I love you!" He looked up shyly smiling. "I do! I think I have almost mastered the teleportation power! But I accidentally caught the instruction manual for the outdoor fire pit on fire when I got excited hehe."

John ruffled his son’s hair, “Is that so? Hehe. I can help you with long distance teleportation.” His tail swished and he got up, “"I have someone here to see you. I’m sure you’ll like him.” He led Thomas outside to the stable where a small grey pony lifted his head over his stall door. He nickered at Thomas, a glow on his bright blue eyes.

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The members of STARISH finds out their S/O was in a car accident and is in the hospital, in an induced Coma, and don't wake up for a good two weeks.

STARISH finding out their S/O is in a coma 

Warning: Contains themes of angst  

otoya ittoki

Otoya was volunteering at the local orphanage, helping read bedtime stories to the children and tucking them in for a good night sleep. It wasn’t until he finished when he got the phone call that made his heart skip a beat, causing the idol to immediately to almost run out of his shoes to dash to his car where he sped off to a certain hospital. When he arrived he ignored all the nurses in the distance calling him, having only one person on his mind. Swiftly counting the room numbers, he came to a halt in front of a specific number. He took a deep breath, one he did not even know he was holding, before opening the door to see his s/o laying on the hospital bed motionless. He felt hot tears roll down his burning cheeks at the sight of his wonderful s/o, covered in bruises and IV’s stuck in their arm with eyes closed tightly. They had apparently been hit by a drunk driver while on their way home from work, only to be put into a medically induced coma so they could heal properly. Even if it was medically induced, he was afraid of what if you did not ever wake up. For days, he visited every day from the time visiting hours opened til the nurses had to practically drag the idol out of the room. He cleared his schedule completely to be with his s/o, even if they did not know he was there. He wold just sit closely by the bed, holding their cold hand while watching their chest rise and fall, counting each breath. He was determined to not miss a single moment with her, in fear they may wake up without him being there for them.

masato hijirikawa

It was a particularly stormy night, one that caused flash flooding and objects to fall everywhere you would go. It never occurred to Masato to call or text his s/o to check up on them, knowing they worked late and would be driving home in the nasty weather. He ignored the pit feeling in his stomach to make them call a cab or for him to pick them up himself. He sat quietly in the living room of their shared apartment while responding to fan mail, waiting for his love to come home for dinner. However, after a couple hours passed that uneasy feeling in his stomach grew. Suddenly, he heard his cell phone ringing with an unfamiliar contact calling him. When he answered, he wished he had never did. He did not even get the chance to hear the rest of the callers words before he ran out the door, forgetting his rain coat and shoes all together. He did not even bother having the chauffeur drive him, he needed to be there immediately. Once he sped to the hospital, running inside drenched in rain water he demanded to see the one person he cared about most. When the nurses led him to the Intensive Care Unit, his stomach dropped at the sight before him. His love, the one he planned to marry, laying there with an oxygen tube down their throat and monitors surrounding the bed. He rushed to the side of the bed, with tears in eyes as he studied the damage done to his perfect s/o. They had apparently gotten in an accidentally during the storm, causing them to go into a coma.

natsuki shinomiya

He did not really mean for this to happen, Natsuki thought while sitting inside the hospital waiting room. Thinking back, they were having such a good time together with innocent fun. He and his s/o were baking together, when his s/o had suddenly collapsed. It did not occur to him that his s/o would ever go into a diabetic coma, yet he blamed himself. The idol blamed himself for not being there to remind them to take their proper amount of insulin and to watch what they eat. When the nurse came in and called their name, he immediately jumped up and ran up to the nurse where they led him to the room where his s/o was finally stabilized. Although, he was not prepared for what he saw when entering that room. There his s/o was, on the bed motionless and sickly pale. His vision was blurred with salty tears as he sat next to their bedside. He took their smaller hand into his significantly larger ones, rubbing his thumb over the engagement ring while thinking back to the day he proposed to the. Everyday after that incident, he visited everyday and spent nights so he could not be apart from his love. Every day he would go out into a field and pick flowers, bringing them in a vase and placing it at the bedside table, continuing this and putting in freshly picked flowers into the vase every day. Although his s/o was not awake to admire the beauty of the flowers, he continued this ritual. Convincing himself it brightened up the depressing hospital room. In hopes that soon, you would wake up while his face and those flowers would be the first things you would see.

tokiya ichinose

The idol woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside while the bright morning sun seeped through the closed blinds in the dim room. He rolled over onto the other side, taking note of how cold and unused that side of the bed was, which was where his s/o usually slept in. His mind immediately reminded of what had happened, and why he has been sleeping alone for the past few weeks. His mind thinking back wearily to that day where he heard the news and that one words, coma. It was their anniversary actually, he had been out all day gathering supplies to celebrate their wedding anniversary while his s/o would be at work. When he arrived to their shared apartment and put away all the supplies for the evening to come, his phone began to ring awaiting a message that would soon change his life. Tokiya shook out of his thoughts while he got up and dressed himself to visit his s/o, like he did every day. Every day he would visit them, sitting by their side just talking to them and even reading to them while in their unresponsive state. However, something told him that today would be special. Once he had arrived at the hospital room, he sat down and did his usual routine of announcing his arrival and sitting by the bedside before pulling out a book and removing the bookmark to begin reading aloud. However, his words were suddenly stopped when a familiar hand had laid on top of his larger one and hazy open eyes staring into his blue ones. A soft voice whispering out to him. “Tokiya..”

ren jinguji

It should have been him, he thought bitterly to himself while sitting in silence, nothing but the sounds of monitors beeping and an oxygen machine in use. Tear stained eyes stared at the body on the hospital bed before him, motionless and unresponsive. This should not have happened to him, he thought again. He and his s/o were out together, Ren was driving while admiring his s/o in the passengers seat. He had reached for their hand and placed a loving kiss on their knuckles before the sound of tires screeching brought his attention back to the road, already too late to avoid the impact. He managed to escape with only but a broken wrist, while his s/o had taken the worst of the impact, leaving them in a medically induced coma for better healing. He would have given anything and everything just to switch places with them, they did not deserve this and deserved a better boyfriend. Ever since that day he had not left that hospital room, not even once. He slept on the uncomfortable chairs in the room, but he endured it as a way to punish himself for being so careless. With face in hands, he heard a silent whisper of his name, “Ren..” before he whipped his head to the source of the sound and was greeted by the beautiful open eyes of his s/o with a small smile adorning their face. He let tears roll down his face as he stared in amazement and relief, honestly terrified he would never get to see those beautiful eyes or hear that heavenly voice ever again. 

cecil aijima

He cursed the muses, why must they have betrayed him and done something so despicable? Never would he have thought he would be in this situation, pacing the hospital waiting room while awaiting any news of his princess. He had received a call while on tour, with news that his s/o had gotten into an accident and has been in a coma due to impact. He did not even alert the other members of STARISH when he left, his s/o was more important that anything to him. He caught the earliest flight to his home town, not even going back to their shared apartment to unpack before rushing to the hospital quickly. When he raced through the maze of hallways, he finally made it to the one room he has longed for and walked in, only to be greeted with the one sight he wished to never see. His s/o, laid on the bed in an almost vegetative state, covered in IV’s and surrounded by monitors. The idol felt his throat tighten before letting out a choked sob, hysterically crying over the sight of his s/o before him. The prince has cried before, but this one was pained and full of raw emotions he did not even knew he could feel. If only he had been there forthem, maybe they wouldn’t be like this. He constantly blamed himself for their current state, unable to look directly at his s/o because he felt ashamed of himself.  Every day, he prayed to the muses for guidance and strength for himself and his s/o to make it through this. Yearning for nothing more than to hear the sweet sound of his s/o’s laughter and loving smile.

syo kurusu

The small idol walked out of the elevator and navigated himself through the familiar hallways, making the appropriate turns to make his way to a certain room with flowers and gifts in hand. The expression on his face was difficult to read, a mix between after shock and the feeling of numbness. He knocked softly before entering the room that was filled with Get Well balloons and various gifts laid on a table, adjacent to the table was an unconscious body on the hospital bed. It has only been two weeks since his s/o has been in the coma, yet every day he brought various gifts to them in hopes they would wake up or at least open their eyes. Every day he talked to the doctor to check up on their status and to see if they were getting any better, but there were no signs of brain function of waking up as of yet. He sat by the side of the bed, just talking to his s/o as if they were listening, which in his mind they were. He talked about how his day was, what he ate for lunch or exaggerating how annoying his band mates were pestering him to return to work. Of course they did not understand, no one understood him. He was on his usual rant until a soft whisper interrupted him, “Syo..”, causing the idol to halt immediately and look over to see his s/o has awaken and was smiling at him. Tears had leaked from his eyes as he replied hastily. “I’m here..” with a loving smile of relief on his face.

The person I fell for may not be the guy next door, or the one that sits next to me in class, or even the one I see in an everyday basis.

No, this person found me after seeing a random post I made online. He knew there was more to me than what I shared so he took a chance and tried to find me, just to say ‘Hello’.

—  How we first met
I am a Temple

I am a temple

Gaze upon my black marble stone

Smooth from a distance, but imperfected up close

Regardless, I’m loved and cared for

Praised as a house of divinity

Worshipped by many

But appreciated by few

I stand a testament of history

A story to be told of every part of me, new or old

My walls have weathered many a storm

Many marauders have come to my doors

To claim jewels that were never theirs

Yet they’ve been repelled,

every attack resisted.

The faithful have upheld me

And even though time rages against them

Their confidence never wavered.

I have sheltered them in their time of need

When others greed have been too much

For I am a temple

Blemished, yet Beautiful.

@enduringcaptain (s.c.)

Uncle Jack didn’t fight with her mother the same way her dad did. Although, in both cases, Anwen could tell they all still cared about each other, she had the feeling now that something had changed. Maybe some things were unforgivable. She’d come to watch from a safe distance when she heard shouting but watching Mum storm off in the opposite direction and shuddering as a door slammed, Anwen stood tense, wanting to ask Jack what was wrong but not sure it would be wise to. She lifted her hand and waved, hoping he’d see and decide for her.

There is nothing more important to our Survival than following @LouisFarrakhan.

If you are following ANY So Called Leader who is not plugged into #Farrakhan, they are only leading you to the Chastisement.

America is being Destroyed by God.

@LouisFarrakhan is the DOOR to surviving the Destruction. 

If you are hearing talk of those “Turning Back” to this crazy world, forsaking The Teachings, these are our orders.

“So ‪‎SHUN‬ him who turns his back upon OUR Reminder (#Farrakhan), and desires nothing but this world’s life.” Holy Quran 53:29

SHUN: (VERB)
persistently AVOID, IGNORE, or REJECT (someone or something) through antipathy or caution.

synonyms: avoid, evade, eschew, STEER CLEAR OF, shy away from, fight shy of, keep one’s distance from, give a wide berth to, HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH;


@rachelxjames

Even from a distance Rachel was easy to spot, her pale hair basically glowing under the streetlights. Atrius jogged across the street, grinning as he caught her eye. “Hey you,” He stepped up on the curb, closing the gap between them. He could already here someone belting out ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ from inside the bar, unable to even judge them because he just assumed that they were drunk enough for Journey to be their favorite band. 

“You look nice. Are we doing duets?” He asked curiously, reaching for her hand to pull her towards the doors leading into the bar.

WANTED! FC can be changed!

Adrian Wallace is 23 years old and is often confused with Matthew Daddario. He is Open.

“Annie’s been my friend’s friend. I tried to keep my distance though.”

Background

Adrian Wallace used to love Baberton. He grew up in this town and he never saw a bad day. He’s your usual friendly guy next door actually, maybe a bit of a goof, but definitely likable. He was quite popular, not that he ever overdone it but people just liked him and his humor. Ever since pre school he was best friends with Kelly Sharpe. They met, played together, built a sandcastle and just spend their time together. They were both curious and when they became older they watched crime movies and TV series together, pretty much obsessing. He’s wanted to be a private investigator or wanted to be like one of the cops from CSI. Adrian was a rather bright boy too, having ambitions he didn’t even knew he had, he just wasn’t ever into sports, laughing about the fact that his best friend was even better in football when she made him train with her. There was even a time when he thought there was more than friendship between them, at least on his side, but he never wanted to ruin his friendship, and he didn’t even know if she saw him as more than just a friend. He wanted to maintain the friendship as it was, and not lose it for something silly like love.

They were not separable until something changed. Annie came along, drawing Kelly in and with that all of her mind. Adrian was cautious of her, having the feeling there was something wrong with that girl, but Kelly seemed to love it so he let her, still hoping he would get his time with her still, which was the case, but for him it felt much less. And everytime they would spend time together she was talking about that girl. He felt slightly disconnected from her which drove him mad at times, because he missed his friend. She might have attitude and could be very exhausting at times, but he was always the only one who could handle all this.

At least he shared his classes with her. He moved along though, having his friends beside Kelly, like Freddie Brown, he dated girls, but still turning for advice to her, which he was really glad he could do. A girls point of view was always something he really needed, because he thought too much like a guy most of the time. Aside of having divorced parents, he lived with his mother, everything always seemed to work out for him until Annie somehow got onto him. He didn’t know what problem that girl had but she begun to say ugly things about him, spread lies about him being into little girls when he got offered to work as babysitter, which was far from truth, all he wanted was money so he could go on his year abroad. Of course no one hired him after the rumor spread, he was only a little upset about the fact that Kelly hadn’t stood up for him, what was about Annie anyway? For him she was just powerful because everyone let her be. He kept trying his distance which just let to Annie pester more and more. So Adrian felt lucky when he got the scholarship for a year in Seattle, where he would go to school, and he left, just a month before Annie disappeared, a bit sad about leaving certain things behind in Baberton.

Back to Baberton

Adrian decided to not just stay a year, he stayed more because he really liked living in the States. He wasn’t able to keep contact with Kelly, which he thought was sad, because a month after he arrived the contact just stopped, without him knowing why. But after all those years of America he missed home and he comes back to visit his big sister Eva marry the guy she loved. As soon as he came back, he wanted to stay, especially after finding out what happened to the town. Deaths, murderers, it all catches his curiosity wanting to find out what happened, finally getting to act like a private investigator. Something he actually had made out to be in the years before, but this would be different. He wants to stay in Baberton now, building his life here, but first wanting to get rid of this sick troublemaker that’s messing in this town, but keeping quiet about the fact that he was glad Annie was gone. He moved in with his mother again, looking for a real job now, but at the same time trying to collect every piece of information about the case.

Since he is back he reconnected with his best friend Kelly which is always a roller coaster ride, for some reason, maybe jealousy it wasn’t all that smooth sailing like it had been when they were little.

What’s Her Secret?

  • After half a year in America he found himself having money problems, he always had a little job but he never had enough money to keep himself a roof over his head after he couldn’t live with the people for his scholarship. Luckily Adrian was good as an actor and after seeing the movie ‘The Con Artist’ he decides to try it. He got hired to play other people, like someone’s lost son to get to a trust found, to mention one of his many roles he had even at once. He was good at it, and he had even fun at fooling a little bit the people he had around him, but one day he found himself walking on thin ice, when one of the people was close to find out about him betraying people for money. He felt bad about himself as soon as he noticed himself what he had done to all of this people, and was glad he had a reason for leaving the states before he got caught and could possibly go into jail for all the betrayal he’s done. He thinks he will never do it again, but what he’d done had been some kind of thrill and fun for him, that he couldn’t put off doing it again.
  • Start of the summer 2016 Annie Pierces grave had been messed with. Someone ripped everything and pretty much destroyed it. Adrian found out that Nina Everett, his friend he grew quite close to did it. He cares for her and ever since he sees her changing to be so sad all the time. He figures if he goes and confesses that he did it to the grave he would help her out and make her feel better.

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Fish out of Water

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  “Where did she go…” Artem stared off into the distance, his gaze being one more often described as empty rather than longing. He had taken a total of five steps outside of the inn when his sister left, and… truth be told, he hadn’t moved since. Well, what if something went horribly wrong? What if he knocked someone over? What if he damaged the door trying to open it? What if he interrupted the innkeeper trying to find his room again? He ought to just remain here until the crowd died down. For now, he would just avoid eye contact. He didn’t want to make it look like he was lost. Well, it was impossible to be lost if you didn’t have a destination. Really, he wanted to go back to Sharance, but Sasha had promised him inspiration, so he ought to at least see what she was plotting. Although… it had been over an hour since he began occupying his perch. At this rate, he wouldn’t be surprised if someone thought he was a statue. Then again, statues weren’t constantly fidgeting with their parasol.

Agni had noticed the man standing outside the inn towards the beginning of his errand, but upon his return, seeing that he was still standing there roughly an hour or more later, he was concerned something was amiss. Approaching the fidgety stranger, Agni offered a smile. “Hello friend, are you lost? I haven’t seen your face around here before.” Taking a moment to observe the other, he noted a more eastern influenced outfit, though of what region didn’t quite come to mind. But altogether an elegant outfit it would seem. Fitting.

“My name is Agni, but who might you be? I’m sure such a pretty face has a name to match.”

The Mud Bath

This story is quite a short one but it sums up my school days. Back in school there used to be about 20 of us with smaller pockets of best friends all inter mingled making up the group. We were all quite close and we always had a good laugh at everyones expense.

We were queuing inside of one of the school buildings next to some staff toilets and Jamie was standing right in front of the ladies. I had the bright idea to push him all the way in as hard as I could, I did so then I sprinted for the main door and ran outside, laughing but running for my life with Jamie in pursuit behind me (baring in mind Jamie was a long distance runner) I felt like I had no hope of winning this race so I decided to run out onto the field which was soaked through and very muddy thinking he won’t follow me out onto that. I didn’t dare look back in fear of him catching me but I could feel his presence right behind me.

I ran out onto the wet grass, I could feel him right behind me so I ran out into the thick mud which was covering my shoes. I could still feel Jamie behind me which I thought was strange still running at full speed through the mud I turned my head but it wasn’t Jamie that was behind me it was Andy. I asked Andy “Why are you chasing me for?” To which he replied “Im not I’m just running with you” I laughed and stopped running and at that moment Andy slipped in the thick mud and went face first into it. He was covered head to toe in thick mud. I couldn’t contain my laughter it was one the most hilarious things I have ever seen. For the rest of the day he was covered in mud it was like he had just got out of a mud bath. God knows what his mother had said when she seen him.

A Friendship Agreement

Anonymous suggested: leonard misses doing things with sheldon

Leonard was bored, so he stood up and went across the hall to visit Sheldon. He knocked on the door, but no one answered.  He cracked the door, but slammed it again when he saw that Sheldon and Amy were making out on the couch.  Then he just went back home to sit on his couch and play games by himself.  He missed having his buddy around.  Not that he begrudged Sheldon his happiness.  Not at all.  He just didn’t expect to miss Sheldon so much now that they didn’t live together. The hall never seemed to make Penny seem far away, why did it create so much distance between him and Sheldon?

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anonymous asked:

"I see you got stood up and I feel bad for you so let’s have a drink" where matt gets stood up?

Aw no, not my poor bebe :( haha I hope you like this hun!

Modern AU Matt +  “I see you got stood up and I feel bad for you so let’s have a drink”


Even as you watched from a distance you could feel a pit in your gut. Nobody deserved to go through this and the blonde sitting a few tables away from the bar was no exception. You had watched the poor man check the time over and over and over, checking the door and everyone who walked by. Not to mention how slowly he tried to sip his drink, trying not to get tipsy before his date. With how defeated he looked however, after two hours had passed, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was about to get absolutely hammered. The poor soul had waited far longer than anyone you knew would.

Releasing a heavy sigh you watched as his shoulders dropped. Even seeing the glum look in his eyes hurt you. He didn’t even seem angry, more so depressed. 

You bit the inside of your mouth anxiously, debating what you should do. Nothing in you wanted to leave him here. If he looked this bad on the outside you could only imagine what he felt on the inside. Taking a deep breath you stood from your stool taking two drinks into your hands as you made your way over to his table. 

Finally reaching his table you sighed, attempting to dull your nerves.

“Hi.”

The man looked up from the table, taken aback for a moment as he looked you over.

“H-hi.”

“Is it alright if I join you? I have drinks.”

Seeming adorably flustered the man sat up a little straighter, adjusting his glasses as he haphazardly gestured to the empty seat across from him.

“Uhh sure, yeah. That’s fine.”

You gave him a friendly smile as you slid him one of the drinks, carefully seating yourself across from him. Now that you saw him up close you were even more satisfied with your decision to come over to him. He was surprisingly handsome, noticeably tall and broad, his large frame glasses showcasing his endearing brown eyes. 

“I’m not intruding anything am I?”

He shook his head, “Nope. Not at all.”

“Perfect. I’m (Y/N) by the way.”

You extended your hand towards him, taking note of how he swallowed for a moment before reaching for your hand as well.

“I’m Matt.”

You nodded, “Nice to meet you Matt.”

“Y-you too,” his pale cheeks were now turning a rosey shade of red.

You leaned forward with your drink giving him a flirtatious smile, “So Matt, tell me about yourself.”

He adjusted himself in his seat once more, copying your actions as he leaned in a little more to the table. He was adorably flustered and obviously inexperienced with this to some extent. It had only been a few moments but you could already tell you had made the right decision to give this guy a chance. He was far too endearing to be left in the dust.

He cleared his throat, “Well…”

The end speech I'll always tell you.

I felt drained because I didn’t want to be the monster he sees me as at times.
The one who cheated on someone who only wanted what was best for me.
I looked at you one last time with tears in my eyes and stood up.
Putting a little less distance between us and looked around trying to get the courage.
I watched the sky with my hands in my hair as I let my mouth for the words.
My heart spilled out of my mouth.
So I’ll repeat it for you again.
“I knew you’d do that.”
Do what? you say.
“Act so childish about something I say every human does instead of actually being serious with me.
Out of this whole time knowing you we’ve never had one serious conversations just small passions that close doors instead of opening them.
There’s so many reason why I don’t want to be with you and can’t be with you.
You and I don’t click on a lot of things like I click with him on so many. I can actually talk to him and have him actually be serious with me while you find any reason to make it a joke as if what I’m saying is nothing more than an amusing pun.
And with him I don’t feel anxious or scared I feel safe and cared for. With you I’m always scared because of the hell you put me through. I can feel at peace in my body with him without worrying he’ll leave like you. With you I can’t stop worrying it’s all I have when I’m with you.
Do you even understand how hard it is to be with someone for so long and they have no clue who you really are. I only see you at night for a reason. Because work, family anything. You’ll feed me any reason. Yet you haven’t seen me have a panic attack at 2pm or a manic episode at 5pm. You only see me at midnight naked and vulnerable to your touch. I know him better than I’ve ever know you. I’ve seen every little part of him. I’ve seen him so angry he shakes, and I’ve seen him look at me as if I was the reason his world was alive. I’ve only see the asshole part of you, the goofball you, the drunk you, and the one part of you when you actually look like you can be a decent human being knowing how to actually love.
I can look at him and he can read me like a book so easily written as if it’s just for him to flip the pages. You look at me and mix my faces with those of confusion and pouts as if my book was written in Latin while you only read English.
Yet now even standing here with all the information out there, being completely transparent you still can’t read me. As if I’m still written in Latin. Do you understand how hard it is to love someone from day one knowing they never took the time to actually know all of you or even a small percent of you? It’s exhausting. I want you to be happy but honestly I want you to leave me alone while you figure out what love is.
Not the definition but what it is to you. I want you to know every little feeling of it wrapping around you and be able to identify the little squeezes it has on your heart. Then write it down because you’ll never be able to forget it. Trust me I know. My journals are full of pages of what love is. I want you to write about how love is whether it’s loving me, yourself or someone else. Write it down so you never forget. Because my pages hold so many pages about myself, you, him, my family, my art. I can love anyone and anything but only be infatuated with so many.
That’s what it was for you because you don’t understand what love is. Love is going through hell with the same person over and over knowing it’ll happen again. And I did that for you but look at me. I’ve been through it so many times. Wishing you didn’t leave. Drinking so many bottles of booze. Wishing I laid down in traffic because that would be easier than loving you.
After all that from day one up until today I was in love with you so many times. But after the first time you left or the second the future I pictured with you vanished. Yes at one point I did picture something with you but you ruined it all. Along with whatever love I had for you. It simply became infatuation because loving you is hard.
It’s so hard I can’t love you anymore because you make it impossible. You make it so hard to try anymore with you. You made it so hard to love you because you just drained all the love from my body.”
You stopped me there before saying you’d leave for good. But I had one last thing to say.
“Good because out of all the things I listed as what I wanted whether it’s all the kittens, my mom to be an actual mom, my sister to have a better life, or for me to have a better life. I want you to leave me alone for good so I can be happy without you like I have been. But I also want you to walk away knowing that you’re the one who ruined me, but he’s slowly fixing me. He’s the man I’ll be marrying. Not you. For so many reasons not you. Goodbye.”
After that door shut behind me my heart cried out for release of the speech for all.

artisticflair  asked:

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me

      You think it ironic that it should be her to ask such a thing, when it is you who stays at your station, who watches her leave and eagerly awaits her return (not that anyone would ever be able to tell). It is something you have long wished to ask of her yourself, after finding that the time spent in-between her visits doing things the same way you always have feels so very different. Once the swirling brightness of her armour’s design disappears behind the doors of her departing ship, you start to notice just how lifeless the drab, grey walls of your own vessel, your home in this galaxy, really are. Once her laugh starts to fade into the distance as she positions herself between the stars and finds her vector, you find that while you are just as proud to serve alongside your fellow officers and subordinates, and can still take joy in their company, it is company lacking something that makes you feel completely at ease amongst others who are not her. Once the final sight of her shimmering hair and glimmering soul disappears with a flicker of pseudovelocity, and you have withdrawn to your office to meditate and examine the images and objects you find so pleasing and so essential to your strategising, you know that she is the only one who understands this part of your mind, and that if she were here you would have both been content to discuss the pieces, giving rise to many instances of pride and happiness on your part as she flashes that cheeky but endearing smile while pointing out a key brush stroke or pattern that makes everything fit together.

      Just how you and her fit so perfectly together. How you cannot help but feel a tiny sense of awe, every time you wrap her in your arms, at how one so fierce could be so small and delicately peaceful. How you’re reminded of just how strong she is when she starts to kiss you, and you taste paint and fire and a hint of the snows of her homeworld, and when your lips and tongues crash together you feel the strength and urgency of a charging army behind her movements, which you match with your own force in a way so unlike your typically calm demeanour. How you come to realise how foolish it is, as faded purple durasteel and pristine white fabric are stripped and tossed carelessly away, to ever think you need worry that she could ever be broken. And as you loose yourself in the flawlessness of her form, ghosting over skin that despite being one shade of colour is even more perfect than the battle-scarred plates which usually cover it, taking pleasure in exploring her and giving her the sense of completeness that she gives you, it’s easy to forget that she’s still young in some ways.

      But you’re reminded of it now, as you stand in the smallest and least watched hangar of the Chimaera, and she stands on the threshold between loyalty and betrayal (both interchangeable – it depends on the view of those waiting for her on either side) making her request, her plea, that you promise her this. You can feel your eyes widen, not hiding the small way in which this has surprised you (another part of yourself that you feel can only be shown to and trusted with her). For how could you grant her that, when she is the one about to leave once again, only returning the next time she can take a ‘solo mission’ without her own allies and friends becoming suspicious, if they weren’t already? How can she ask that of you, when she returns to those who only spread chaos and needlessly endanger lives in such a seemingly carefree manner, while you must make peace with yourself when overlooking or carrying out atrocity after atrocity in the hope for stability, as you try to bring the Empire closer to being a necessary benefit for all and not just its ruler?

      Why have you become so selfish, as bloodthirstily greedy as the most horrific of the warlords you despise, when it comes to her?

      Looking into her eyes, those thoughts which you already start to feel guilty about fade as you see a hint of the childlike innocence that could not save her from her own family. And you come to understand why she would ask this of you, why she would want confirmation of some sort of constant in her life. For what has she ever had that has truly lasted forever? Even the rebellion you know she sees as family has nothing to ensure its eternal survival, particularly with your ongoing campaign against it – on multiple fronts, it would seem. For all is fair in love and war, is it not?

      Suddenly you’re reminded of the truth that neither of you want to think about when you’re together: that if you both continue on like this, there is only one way it can end. Not even this can last forever. Just as one of your respective factions caught in the conflict embroiling more worlds every day is destined to destroy the other, so too are the two of you feeding off of each other in the search for something you cannot have until there is nothing left. Unless one of you changes course, but to do so would require a change in the core principles you believe in.

      You’re both too stubborn, your hands too tight around steely resolve, to ever let that happen. But you decide to try and get her metaphorical grip to lessen, even just slightly, as blue fingers reach out to curl around her wrist and gently pull her back from her craft’s entrance.

      “Never,” you promise her in a soft, reverent tone, and you almost swear you can feel your eyes glow even brighter with the sincerity you put behind that single word. For a moment you hold her hands in yours, not tight, but still unyielding, unwilling to let her go. You look down at the hold, then back up into her eyes, and like a soldier beaten back against the wall taking his last stand, you risk giving voice to your own request, one you have wanted to ask her for a long time. “Stay with me.” Your lips thin and your eyes widen, in hope and trepidation. “Stay by my side. Regardless of past betrayals or current loyalties, I will keep you safe. And if you stay, I will be with you always.”

      Your eyes search hers, your mind starting to go through the familiar sequence of steps it takes when faced with a complicated canvas or arcane sculpture. It always allows you to unearth the thoughts of others in some way, but the meanings of hers are as hidden and indescribable as the key to the most flawless portrait. “Please.”