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Without End

He came awake slowly, cataloging the aches and pains that throbbed angrily at him. There was nothing broken at least, much to his relief.

Strange clicks and groans bounced around him, indicating at least a few different beings were with him. He blinked, trying to clear the darkness, but the subtle movement of cloth against his face proved to be the problem. He suppressed a sigh and listened as the various aliens argued.

The sound of a pressurized door opening cut through their conversation, and a set of steps slowly echoed through the chamber.

“This had better be worth my time.” The new voice, so clearly human and so clearly annoyed, cut through his chest like a knife. He knew that voice.

“You lied to us. You said he was dead.” The words sounded thick and clumsy on the alien’s… tongue? Without preamble, the blindfold was ripped away, temporarily blinding him as his eyes struggled to adjust.

A sharp gasp echoed through the room, earning snickers from the strange group. “That’s quite the imposter. You even got the scar right.”

“Not inop- Not ipmo- Not fake!”

“Prove it.”

His blood ran cold at the indifferent words, unable to believe he could even suggest it. He looked up into the masked face, hiding his identity from all but him.

Something was wrong.

A scuffle of movement behind him drew his attention. As he turned to look, all hell broke loose.

The masked man surged forward, easily taking out the two guards and grabbing him, ripping him away from the third alien’s reach. The man turned and ran out of the room and down the hall, and he quickly moved to follow, hindered slightly by his bound hands. They ran until they reached an airlock, and his rescuer quickly maneuvered them through, depositing them onto a much smaller ship. With a decisive hiss, the hatch sealed behind them.

The masked man took a moment to calm his breathing, removing his mask from his face, then pulled out a familiar knife and cut his hands free.

“Keith-“

“Come on.”

It was Keith, but he wasn’t wearing his armor. It looked like a random assortment of pieces, thrown together for the sake of function.

He was led to a large room, empty except for a single familiar pod, and another familiar face.

“What-”

“Who are you?” Keith whirled on him, shoving his dagger under his chin. He raised his hands slowly and answered.

“Shiro.”

“Liar.”

Shiro blinked, his mind reeling from the cold certainty, but remained still. “I am Takashi Shirogane.”

The tip of the dagger began to tremble as Keith’s scowl twisted with pain. “Liar! Shiro is dead!”

“What? That can’t be right. We just defeated Zarkon! I remember a huge blast, but I’m still alive.”

By now, Keith was shaking his head slowly, all anger gone as a deep grief pulled his features. “That battle was years ago. We failed. You died,” he whispered.

Shiro’s mind raced as he boggled at Keith. That wasn’t possible.

“It seems that power knocked you into our reality!”

Keith dropped his arm as Slav moved between them, peering closely into Shiro’s face.

“What?”

“Clearly you are from a different reality, one where you survive the blast!” He turned to Keith, who now watched with something akin to hope, though a deep sadness still lurked.

“You’re alive…” Keith stepped forward slowly, his dagger clattering to the floor as he reached up with both hands, cupping his face as though he would break. “You’re really here.”

Shiro held his breath as Keith slowly leaned forward.

“May I?”

All he could do was nod. Lips pressed lightly against his, sending a jolt through his body. They pulled away slightly, and Shiro surged forward, cupping the back of Keith’s head as he pulled him closer with the other. He could taste Keith’s tears, his disbelief and desperation, and he did everything in his power to wipe them away.

They pulled apart slowly, resting their foreheads together as they breathed, the depths of their emotions leaving them dazed.

“You have to go back,” Keith whispered against his lips. “You don’t belong here.”

“What about you?” Shiro searched his tearstained face. Keith shook his head slowly as he clenched his eyes closed.

“Slav built an interdimensional teleporter from one of the healing pods. He can send you back.”

“What about you?” Shiro repeated, pulling Keith closer.

“You’ve given me a taste of something I never had before.” He looked up, the brilliant purple standing out against his red rimmed eyes. “I can live with that. They need you back there.”

“I can set the correct reality by using the dimensional wavelength and particles that are unique your reality.” Slav pointed out softly.

When he didn’t move, Keith slowly pulled Shiro to the lonely pod, shoving him gently inside.

Shiro held tightly, his throat constricting painfully as his heart twisted. “Thank you. I’m sure I… He loved you.”


Keith smiled sadly at him, gently caressing his face as though memorizing him. “He needs to know.”

Shiro suddenly froze, uncertainty leaving him cold. “But, what if…” He trailed off, unable to vocalize his fears.

“I asked Slav once if a reality existed where I didn’t love you.” Keith said gently, tracing Shiro’s lips with a fingertip.

Shiro inhaled sharply, afraid to hope for the answer. He waited on baited breath as he continued.

“He said no.”

Keith kissed him gently, feather light, yet his heart felt ready to burst. With a radiant smile, made all the brighter through his tears, Keith pulled back and closed the pod.

Panic suddenly seized Shiro as he realized he never said the words to this Keith, that he had never heard them from his Shiro’s mouth.

“I love you!”

Keith choked on a sob as tears streamed down his face.

“Thank you.”

He focused on the image of Keith’s face as darkness surrounded him, swallowing his consciousness.

He woke in a haze, vaguely noting he was still inside the healing pod. Voices began to penetrate the fog, and he blinked slowly to clear his eyes.

He locked eyes with Keith, his Keith, so different from the other, and yet it was clearly there, the answer so obvious he didn’t know how he hadn’t seen it all this time.

He was home.

Modern heartbreak is “read at 9:13 p.m.” when it’s 9:40. it’s unliked photos, it’s blocking and unblocking and blocking and unblocking. modern heartbreak is sick with being watched, it’s breakups playing out on twitter feeds, it’s unfollowed unfollowed unfollowed. it’s screenshotted photos that shouldn’t have been saved, it’s screenshotted texts meant for one person only. it’s seeing your ex lover with their new one, watching their lives playing out like yours didn’t, it’s phones thrown into bedroom walls when their profile changes from single to in a relationship. it’s snapchat stories to make that one person jealous because it feels like without them you’re nothing, it’s that one story expiring before they see it because they don’t give a fuck about you now and you know it, it’s deleting their contact info but wanting it tattooed on the back of your hand in case you ever want to call, it’s messy it’s messy it’s messy it’s so fucking messy because everyone fucking sees it and it never goes away.

YUURI IS SUCH AN EXTRAORDINARY CHARACTER BECAUSE HE’S NOT ONLY INCREDIBLY COMPLEX AND RELATEABLE BUT ALSO 

SO BEAUTIFUL 

SO CUTE

SO HANDSOME

AND SOMETIMES ALL OF THE ABOVE 

not to be over dramatic but I’d die for Katsuki Yuuri he’s so 

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE’S THE BEST BOY 

i took my little brother to his tutor today and she had some children’s books for sale in the front room and one of them was a flipbook on sealife so of course i had to check it out

first page was ur basic ‘What Early Life Was Like’ info including

dunkleosteus, good.

jellies, alright alright

trilobite; a classic

and thennnnnnnnn we get to this guy and i just. i fuckgin

this one is the icing on the cake because under the flap……

SLUUURP!

I’M JUST CRYING A BIT OVER HERE AFTER THE NEW KUBO INTERVIEW WHERE SHE SAID THAT VIKTOR AND YUURI ARE SOULMATES (x) BC LIKE WHILE IT DOESN’T SURPRISE ME I JUST

WE GET TO SEE THIS LITTLE BOY IN THE MOMENT WHERE HE MOST LIKELY FALLS IN LOVE WITH VIKTOR AS A SKATER

AND HE SPENDS THE ENTIRETY OF HIS CAREER TRYING TO CATCH UP WITH HIS IDOL TO COMPETE WITH HIM AS AN EQUAL AND SHARE THE PODIUMS WITH HIM AND FEEL WORTHWHILE DOING SO 

AND WE MEET HIM AT THE LOWEST POINT IN HIS LIFE WHERE HE BELIEVES THAT HIS DREAM TO CONNECT WITH VIKTOR IS IMPOSSIBLE AND THAT HE WAS AN IDIOT FOR EVEN TRYING

BUT NOPE TURNS OUT THAT THE MAN HE ASPIRED TO JUST MEET AND COMPETE WITH ONE DAY IS THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE AND HIS SOULMATE AND THEY FIND THAT LOVE AND CREATE A FUTURE TOGETHER

 this is too much it’s too good to be true I’LL NEVER LET GO OF THESE TWO 

no more apology texts. no more reckless highway speeding. no more scribbled poetry in the back of spanish class. there is nothing left to lose. there is nothing left for you.

you haven’t seen me since i dyed my hair and it’s nice to have something you didn’t get to ruin. i’m dressing different too and lipsticking my way out of the girl you tore apart. i can finally breathe easy. i can finally be grateful that i never really meant it when i kissed you.

look, it’s me without you. look, i’m doing just fine. look, goddamn it, i’m lighter than i’ve been in months. there are seven billion people on the planet. i don’t think you matter so much anymore.

—  I MET SOMEONE WITH YOUR NAME AND DIDNT FLINCH // s. osborn
RULE #1
Never cry. Why ruin your makeup or soak your brand new coat? Just keep it in or transform your sadness into anger. Anger is much more appealing than weakness.
RULE #2
Always chew gum. Blow bubbles, pop it in annoyance, chew it until it grows stringy and thin between your molars. Keep your mouth busy. That way you can’t say anything you don’t mean.
RULE #3
Bite your lip, not only will it attract the attention of the boy who holds his cup way too tight to have any idea what he’s doing with it, but it’ll also split open and your blood will act as a natural lip stain.
RULE #4
Soak your homework in orange juice and force it down your throat. Gulp it down, don’t you dare heave it up. Fill up your stomach with the paper and hope to god you’ll pass chemistry. Who knows, maybe trees will sprout and you’ll finally be able to take in oxygen. It’s the breakfast of champions.
RULE #5
Problems aren’t problems until you acknowledge that you have problems. So what if you drink a little too much on a school night? Who cares if you stand too long at the edge of the look-out point? Just flash them a smile, hike up your dress, laugh a little higher. It’s not running away from the issue if the issue doesn’t exist, right?
RULE #6
Lock your closet, skeletons are only meant to be seen in your health class.
RULE #7
Shatter your mirror, pick up a piece and hold it at arms length. There, now you can control what reflects back at you. Besides, it makes since to look at the individual parts of yourself, you’ve never been whole.
RULE #8
Stand up straight, don’t bow your head. Blue blood may not run through your veins but, unless it spills, no one has to know.
RULE #9
Remember that you’re a forest fire. You have poison underneath your finger nails. You are a wild thing, and wild things can not be tamed.
RULE #10
If you can’t be guaranteed heaven then give them hell.
—  MY TEARS ARE MADE OF ROSE WATER AND GASOLINE; TAKE A SHOT AND FEEL IT BURN // k.m.