period names

viktor “dropped his entire career and moved to a different country because a cute boy talked to him once” nikiforov

yuuri “im a pork cutlet bowl fatale that enthralls men” katsuki

yuri “my entire plan for finding victor nikiforov is to show up in japan, unannounced, and periodically yell his name in public” plisetsky

christophe “literally ejaculates during performances as a high-level competitive athlete” giacometti

phichit “so into a movie he dedicated an entire season of his athletic career to it” chulanont 

otabek “i really want this guy to be my friend, better tell him ive been thinking about his eyes since we were kids” altin 

georgi “dressed up as ben stiller from zoolander in an attempt to get his ex-girlfriend back” popovich

jean-jacques “i have a lower-back tattoo of my own fucking initials” leroy

i could go on but what im trying to ask is….why are all yuri on ice characters like this

Just a PSA

Please ladies, don’t make fun of women who wear pads. Like, don’t call them a dipper butt or a child or anything thing else degrading for not inserting a tampon in their vagina.

Some of us can’t physically do it for medical reasons and it hurts to try and if you manage it, it’s just even more excruciating to pull out. A lot of women fear TSS that runs rampant when a tampon is inserted for too long. Other women like me do it because it’s more comfortable for us.

For whatever reason it is, don’t make fun of it!

It’s already enough that periods in modern day society are considered taboo and shameful to have in any way shape or form, we don’t need to feel bad about how we contain it too.


I feel like Bismuth should be the honorary LGBT mascot because she literally screams pride.
1 ) her hair is rainbow
2 ) her gem is rainbow
3 ) her periodic element name is shortened to Bi
4 ) she is obviously gay for pearl
Either way happy pride month 🏳️‍🌈

things i loved about andi mack
  • how diverse the cast is like omg
  • cyrus possibly being gay????
  • bex and andi??? don’t look alike at all???? which i think means andi probably takes after her bio father, meaning that he could appear in later episodes/seasons
  • when cyrus wants buffy to tell him “nice bike” it’s only boys that are walking by when he starts talking himself up to appear cool
  • the fucking “i have my first period” joke
  • buffy is obviously named after buffy the vampire slayer (which was kinda confirmed??) meaning her parents are giant nerds
  • how bex calls andi “andi-man”
  • “yeah i’m real torn up that i can’t listen to nickleback anymore”
  • how jonah wanted andi to join the frisbee team, implying that the team was already co-ed 
  • the whole “amber alert” thing. i was just WAITING for someone to point out the joke in that. 
Tips and Ideas for Writing Post-Apocolypse

Writing post-apocalypse/dystopian future can actually open a large range of possibilities and original ideas but there are some things we should try to keep in mind. The problem with this genre is that is a heavily research-based genre, it requires a lot of information so a lot of things can slip up or be forgotten.

Limits of the Body - This is something that seems to be largely forgotten unless in extreme situations. Yes, humans are tough, but they are also weak. We have that balance of nature within us. People can keep going whilst in a lot of pain, but something like a headache could knock them senseless. I knew someone who got shot in the leg and ran three miles because he thought he had been hit by the brick. The second he realised he had actually been shot and was safe to do so, he collapsed in pain. Quickly establish what your characters can and cannot do.

Children - Children are more robust than so many people give them credit for, they wouldn’t make it to adulthood otherwise. Children are emotionally stronger than they are physically but many children have a lot more endurance for their size than adults because they have to keep up with adults. Two good examples are The Road by Cormac McCarthy and Lord of the Flies by William Golding.

Hygiene - Namely with periods and stuff. It is hard work keeping the body clean, so personal hygiene will be poor but people tend to stop caring at a point when they realise how hard it is to maintain. A lot of people would revert to old fashioned methods of vagina health as well, so people would use reusable cloth or diva cups. The only book I know of that covers this is The 5th Wave by Rick Yancey.

Simple Killers - More people died of the Spanish flu than in the First World War (source). It is surprising how often it is “little things” that kill people off. An emotional death does not have to be all that dramatic, no bloody death or major killer. Something as simple as a small cut that festered will kill someone if not treated correctly. An asthma attack, diabetes, things we see as treatable would make quick work of us without medical aid. Also most deaths are really simple and sudden.

World Limitations - What is this obsession with guns and everything happening in the summer and unlimited cans of food? No, let’s be honest, none of these are realistic. Guns will not last, can goods will be snatched up by the shop loads, most natural disasters will happen in spring or autumn. Remember to do the key thing, make your world real and people are more likely to believe it.

Take a Page - Who are most renowned for their post-apocalyptic stories? British pre-1950s authors. Why? Their worlds are real, the possibilities of what could happen in those worlds are real. Some where and still are scarily accurate, they looked at the current and possible state of things, creating a world too similar to our own. Great examples like 1984 by George Orwell, The Death of Grass by John Christopher, The Day of the Triffids by John Wyndham, Soylent Green and the Mad Max Series.


Pokedex Holders Bio: Blue The Evolver

I believe John Church Hamilton did know the true nature of his father, Alexander Hamilton’s relationship with John Laurens. Besides being the one who shifted through his papers and letters, he was the one who crossed out those five words–I doubt it was because he was appalled, more that it was an effort to help his father’s image for the time period. (Also John Church named one of his sons Laurens Hamilton–Laurens died at only 23, tragically.)

anonymous asked:

Здравствуйте! I think you know how there are many phrases and terms to "period" (as in menstrual cycle), like "time of the month" etc. Do other terms also exist in the Russian language?

Здравствуйте! A word месячные is pretty common and I find it very easy to articulate in public. Another common name for periods is критические дни (literally, critical days - accurate, isn’t it?). Girls often come up with funny names such as дни закрытых дверей (close doors days), гости из Краснодара (quests from Krasnodar, Krasnodar has the root красн-, red, this is why), монстрики (little monsters), день красной армии (the Red Army day) and so on. 

Marrying a woman with a child doesn’t automatically make you that child’s father. Parenthood is much more than just a simple “label”.

Raising, loving and protecting that child IS being a parent. Putting that child’s needs and well-being first, above anything else, that’s a parent’s responsibility and priority. It is sacrifice and selflessness, being supportive and loving unconditionally.

All of this is something Regina Mills already did by herself for 10+ years and continued doing after her son’s biological mother came into the picture and married some man. 

Everything Henry Mills is today is because of her, his real and actual mother. She gave and taught him everything. That’s why he is and will always be a Mills, and why he will never want any other name.



Dark Ages D&D

“Then the king himself
gathered his wits; drew a warseax
of keenest battle-sharpness that he carried on his byrnie.
The Geats’ Protector hewed the wyrm in twain.”


Swords and knives. Part one of a work-in-progress flavourpack - a D&D equipment list reflavoured for a Dark Ages campaign (migration period / early medieval).

Sweord name ideas: Leg-biter, Goldhilt, Wyrmfang, Hrunting, Nælring.

Feedback is welcome, let us know if you want more of this.



The Uruk Period is named after the ancient city of Uruk, a large settlement that could sustain a population as high as 40,000-50,000. Where in the earlier periods the sizes of war-bands were only in the hundreds, they could now support armies of as much as 5,000 men. Although they were also supported by about 146 smaller settlements that lay within their domains, these villages and cities began to decrease as the inhabitants flocked to the larger capital cities for the safety of their walls and promise of a better life.

^ Uruk.

Artifacts manufactured in Uruk can be found throughout Mesopotamia, one of the primary items found is also believed to be the world‘s first mass produced object, a “bevel rimmed bowl”. Most believe that these cheaply made ordinary looking bowls were actually part of the early Sumerian currency system. With the increase of urbanization less city folk farmed, instead finding work within the cities where they would be paid in grain. How much grain one had in a bowl would determine how much one was paid (for you to eat from, save or trade with). 

An urban revolution had occurred; populations and the focus of agriculture now shifted over to the more fertile river valleys and irrigation increased the productivity and amount of crops which led to a population boom. With more cities lying beside channels and rivers there was an increase in trade and income as now they could more easily travel and connect with those along these waters. With the overall increase of food and income also came an increase in specialist professions; merchants, craftsmen, artisans, warlords, high priests, nobles and kings. 

^ A clay tablet maker and cuneiform scribe recording a cattle sale in a Sumerian market place about 3000 B.C. by Neville Dear.

Temples were now being built on a larger scale and were more numerous, priestly roles became more important as well. The en (“priest, lord”) was the high-priest, a title denoting sovereignty and the power to make things prosper. The en-priestess (Akkadian ‘entum’, Sumerian ‘Nin’) would live in a temple complex called a giparu (“storehouse”) which were in earlier times used as storage areas for the harvest and even cattle. En-priestesses were buried in a cemetery by the giparu, offerings were given to deceased priestesses and reverence to them extended to the point of there being a cult devoted to them. A common custom in Mesopotamia was to bury the diseased in the floors of the household, the same can be found in the giparu as the priestesses were also buried here. Sadly the city of Ur, the giparu and its cemetery were all looted by the Elamites late in Sumerian history.

The first and most famous of these en-priestesses was the daughter of Sargon the Great, Enheduanna (“En, ornament [ie. the moon] of the heavens”), who was the high-priestess of Nanna/Sin (moon god) and was renowned for being the first author in history, at least 42 hymns are attributed to her. The en-priestesses were also seen as the wife of their patron god therefore representing the godly wife; an example being that the Enheduanna, en-priestess of Ur, represented Ningal (goddess of reeds) the wife of Nanna/Sin (moon god). During the warring city-states period that followed, the title en would also grow to into a more militarized and authoritative position. This priest-king (Ensi, “lord [of the] plowland”) was seen as an intermediary between the gods and man. 

The lugal (“big man”) signified the owner of something and inevitably became the term for kings. The title lugal would not become prominent until c.2700 BCE, the ensi were more important than them but in time they would become seen as their subordinates. Unlike the high-priests and high-priestesses, who would be elected, the lugal’s succession would pass onto their heirs. According to some the lugals may have initially been elected as ad hoc leaders much like the consuls of Rome and the judges (shoftim) of the bible, but generally needed for military purposes.

Like the classical Greeks, the Sumerians and Akkadians may have believed that whomever won these wars, the gods favored more so. Countless tablets show both pictorial representations and written texts which depicted gods warring when it was known that kings fought these conflicts. An example of this is when Umma and Lagash were warring the texts say that Ningirsu (patron war god of Lagash) battled against Umma and “By the command of Enlil, he cast (his) big battle-net upon it, and its many tumuli (burial mounds) he laid upon the ground in the plain.” 

There was even a king of Akkad named Naram-Sin who is depicted in artwork wearing a horned helmet only worn by the gods and was deified as the god of Agade (Akkad)”. Despite the apparent supremacy the ensis and lugals held, early Mesopotamian history shows that the council (ukkin, “council, assembly”) still held sway over most important decisions; one made up of elders (abba urru, “father/elders of the city”) and one of youths. In the poem Gilgamesh and Agga even Gilgamesh, the great legendary king of Uruk, needed their permission to go to war against Aga of Kish. The elders disapproved “Let us submit to the house of Kish, let us not smite it with weapons” but the people of the city sided with Gilgamesh.

Other city states arose, like the great cities of Kish and Ur, which surpassed Uruk in importance. This transition from the Uruk period to the First Dynasty of Ur is said by some to coincide with a wet and dry period known as the Piora Oscillation which led to massive flooding (possibly inspiring the great flood myth) and drought (leading to a scramble for resources).

If there are any errors please privately inbox me so I can update it. As always, if you’d like to read or learn about any specific historical subjects just let me know what they are and I will take note of them.

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So. You’ve seen my work with Undertale and the Undertale graphic novel, and I thought it’d only be fair to show you some of my work for a potential story of my own.

All of this is rather old, but it’s all concept and doodle work from my favorite potential story of mine based around the elements and chemistry.

Do u liek chemistry, kids
Cuz I’m writing a thing about it
Like a million years from now but still

If for some reason someone gets in in their head to try and steal my work and my characters… BANISH THAT IDEA IMMEDIATELY. I worked very hard on these guys, did a lot of research and all that crap, and if someone comes along and tries to take that from me… I will not be very happy with them.
But! You guys are super nice and supportive and everything, so I’m not worried in the least.

So uhm, yeah! That’ll be a thing at some point. I’m excited to get to work with this and get to share more of it with you guys.
I’ll see you in the evening with some request responses.
Thanks guys!

Sweet Treats and Sweaty Palms (Evan Hansen x Reader)

A sweet Evan imagine! REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Enjoy!  

You felt yourself slipping, slowly falling away into a dark nothingness, your eyelids heavy and your brain slowing to a stop. It was bittersweet, this wasn’t the best position to be in while on your way out but the feeling of slow descent was a needed one. You were almost completely gone from this world, the haze washing over you, when the chime of that fucking bell at the door broke through the silence that was aiding you in a poorly timed nap only moments ago. You bolted upright and tried to look as welcoming as possible “hello how may I help you?" 

 "Huh? Oh, uh hi I-I uh I was was wondering if umm-” the boy who had entered the small cafe stuttered nervously. You smiled trying to show him that you would be patient, but he almost seemed to get more nervous. “I’m I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up I just really need some pastries, well obviously I need those or else I wouldn’t be in here, I’m sorry I just-" 

 "Hey, relax, breathe it’s okay. You need some pastries? Well we have those over here,” you soothed, he was anxious and obviously very nervous, his fingers were rolling and unrolling the hem of his polo shirt and he was chewing on his lower lip. 

 He took a deep breath “ok so I need a dozen of these for dinner tonight and I don’t even know what half of these are,” his voice was cracking but he managed not to stutter even if the sentence did take twice as long to get out.

 "Ok well what kind of event is it?“ The smile ever present on your face, this kid was familiar, he was in your English class freshman year, Arin Hansen? That didn’t seem right.

 "It’s uh it’s my mom’s birthday and I er,” the pace at which he spoke suddenly increasing. “My mom doesn’t like cake and she hasn’t celebrated her own birthday in years so many that for awhile I didn’t even know she had one, now I’m rambling I’m sorry” he suddenly stopped his eyes dropping to the floor and his hand suddenly shaking. 

Memories of him came to you, this was the kid that had a panic attack in junior year after one kid called him a klutz. Axel was known for being a dick to just about everyone, and when Arin (which still felt like the wrong name) bumped into him in the hallway he didn’t take it kindly. He pushed him to the ground and grabbed his notebook out of his hands, ‘little fuckin loser doodles shitty little trees, what a fuckin nerd, awe and he has little poems, I wish I was like everyone else how cute’. A teacher came in and took the notebook telling kids to get to class but he couldn’t do anything for Arin who was curled up on the floor. You remembered hearing about it in first period after their names were said over the loud speaker 'Axel Brink and Evan Hansen’. THAT WAS HIS NAME! 

 "Evan!“ you said happy to remember his real name, but it only made him more anxious. 

 "Uh y-yes? How? How do you know my name?” He implored his gaze meeting yours. 

 "Oh we are in the same grade level, I’m (y/n). (Y/n)(Y/L/N). Anyway what kind of sweets does your mom like?“ 

He smiled and looked like he was remembering something. "It’s nice to meet you, again that is. We um you uh. You helped me find the computer lab sophomore year, thanks for that I guess. Um my mom likes cream filled things and those um those little tubes with the vanilla in the middle, if that makes any sense, sorry,” he stammered 

 You giggled at his descriptions, “she likes Cannolis and Boston cream donuts! Well Ev you’re in the right place!” You beamed grabbing a box from under the counter. 

 "Yes! Yes those thank you so much!“ He replied, for the first time you saw him really smile. 

 "You should smile more, it looks good on you,” you admitted, warmth crawling up you face as blood climbed up your veins. His face was bright red and the tips of his ears were too, it was kind of adorable, 

“um oh T-thank you,” his was more nervous that ever, it’s not everyday that a pretty girl tells Evan Hansen something looks good on him. 

 "Well here you go Evan, six of our best cannolis and six of the finest Boston Cream Donuts in town!“ You rang up his order and sent him on his way. Even though Evan left, he stayed in your thoughts.

  It was a Wednesday. Fucking Wednesday. Wednesday’s were made by a satanist with no morals. Wednesday was also your late shift, thusly screw Wednesday’s. You clean off all of the tables and waited for nothing. At six no one even walked past the small Cafes doors, so you grabbed your Ipod and played your favorite song, dancing and belting out the words, with no regard to how loud you were being. How loud were you? Loud enough to not have heard that door bell jingle as a nervous boy walked in hoping to see a pretty (y/h/c) girl behind the counter. He walked up to the counter smiling, you looked so happy and carefree, like every wall you’d built had collapsed, Evan wishes he could be like that. 

 "Oh Jesus fucking Christ!” You yelled clutching your heart in fear, you hadn’t expected Evan to be standing at the counter when you turned around. You turned down the music and felt a familiar blush on your cheeks that usually came along with think of or seeing Evan. 

“H-hi Evan what-what can I do for you?” You smiled trying to regain composure. 

 "I was. I would like. Um. I uh,“ his hands trembled against his khakis, his lip quivered nervously. "What days are You off?” The five words tumbled out of his mouth quickly. You were taken aback, not expecting him to ask that, usually you got more questions about the food provided.

 "I’m off tomorrow, and Saturday’s,“ 

 "Okay! Um when I get out of work tomorrow at two would, would you be interested in um going t-to the fair with me?” He cringed physically leaning away from you, as if your response would hurt him harder than any shove in a hallway. 

 "Oh my god of course I’d love to go to the fair with you, well as long as it’s a date!“ You said confidence rushing though you suddenly. 

 Evan perked up and grinned like a mad man "A date? Of course it can be a date, I’d love to go on a date with you, I mean who wouldn’t you’re so beautiful and smart and you’re, you’re funny and and-” he babbled, you cut him off with a kiss to the cheek, he looked like he might pass out. “Oh um thank you,” he mumbled happily.

 You giggled and grabbed a chocolate chip cookie from the pastry display and scribbled on the napkin you wrapped it in. “I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon Evan Hansen, here’s my number and a cookie that’s almost as sweet as you!” You promised, he smiled and wipped his palms on his legs before taking the cookie. 

 "Thank you, I’ll text you about it when I get home!“ He chimed and stumbled through the small store to the exit, the grin painted across his face never faltering once. You closed up shop quickly at the end of your shift, ready to check your phone and pick up an outfit for your date tomorrow, your smile matched that of the boy who left here less than an hour ago.

Akechi and Goemon

I wanted to discuss this in depth, but I think it’d be better to be succinct.

During the Edo era, there was a saying. “Nobunaga pounds the national rice cake, Hideyoshi kneads it, and in the end Ieyasu sits down and eats it.” It referred to the three daimyo of that time period.

Hideyoshi is fairly well known among fans of the alleged folk hero, Ishikawa Goemon. Goemon attempted to assassinate him, and was executed alongside his son for his efforts.

However, prior to this, there was another daimyo by the name of Oda Nobunaga, who was betrayed by one of his vassals.

The traitor’s name was Mitsuhide Akechi.

For the amount of history Persona 5′s folklore pulls forward, it really is a shame certain storylines within the game itself weren’t brought to better light.


Memories are recollections of past events that have occurred throughout our lives. The most precious memories are of the special moments we share with the people we love. These timeless treasures become imprinted in our hearts and in our minds forever and even when we are reminded of them, they bring us just as much love and joy as before.

The silence was unbelievably loud. Even the softest sound - like a pin drop - would have an echo-equivalent to heavy furniture being tossed around. However, the quietness was surprisingly calm and rather comfortable.

(Your Name) sat in between Justin’s legs. Her head was leaning back against him and was resting comfortably in the crook of his neck. Their hands interlocked with one another under the warm water. Justin had his arms wrapped securely around her waist, keeping her back pressed tightly against his chest.

There were candles all around; a few lining the edge of the bathtub while one larger candle rested on the bathroom counter near the edge, giving the room a dimmed glow.

“What are you thinking about?” Justin asked in a whisper. (Your Name)’s eyes were glued to the marble tile wall ahead, though she wasn’t even looking at the wall at all. The feeling of Justin’s arms around her and the steam rising from the water touching her bare skin and relaxing her muscles sent her into a state of euphoria. She stared off into space, taking in the moment between them so that it would become etched in her heart and her mind like a stone.

“Baby?” Justin muttered in (Your Name)’s ear, this time catching her attention. His lips moved along the base of her neck, brushing ever so gently along her wet skin.

“Hmm?” she hummed before closing her eyes and turning her head towards his chest.

His lips curled into a smile upon noticing the look of relaxation wash over (Your Name)’s face. He placed several feather-like kisses across her right temple. “What’s on your mind, princess?” he asked her once more.

(Your Name) shrugged her shoulders, letting her eyes slowly flutter open so they would meet Justin’s dark honey orbs.

“Just how nice this feels,” she says with a radiant smile. “We should do this more often.” Justin’s smile becomes wider and he lightly kisses the tip of her nose. “We will, baby girl, I promise,” he says in a soft voice.

Once again, there was a sedative silence that became engulfed around them. (Your Name) slowly turned her body onto her side so that her cheek was resting flat on Justin’s chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat pounded in her ear, she closed her eyes and listened to its rhythmic pulse. Justin lifted their hands that were still intertwined from the water and brought them up to his lips.

“Tell me a story,” (Your Name) whispered, lifting her head up to see Justin kissing each of her fingers.

Confusion sets in Justin’s eyes and his lips break away from (Your Name)’s hand.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

(Your Name) gave him a soft smile and once again settled her head back down on his chest. “Tell me a story… I want to listen to your voice.” She lightly kissed the crown tattoo underneath his collarbone and laid her cheek flat against his chest.

Justin couldn’t resist the smile creeping across his lips. Leaning back against the cast iron tub - feeling the coldness touch his perspiring skin - he began drawing imaginary circles all over (Your Name)’s back with his left hand while his right entangled within her damp, tangled locks.

“Remember the first time I asked you out?”

(Your Name)’s heart fluttered as the sudden memory of Justin asking her out on a date for the first time flooded her mind. She let out a hinted giggle as she remembers the very first thing she ever said to him.

“And I flat out said no?” she added.

The flashback of meeting Justin for the first time suddenly clouded over her memory.

They met during a period of (Your Name)’s life where she had created a huge wall between herself and others, isolating her trust and reliability in other people.

She wasn’t looking for a relationship. In fact, even friendship became something she was too afraid to get wrapped up in. She wanted to spare herself of feeling the pain of loneliness and heartbreak again.

Justin was a bit of a bachelor; he dated a lot but he had never been in a committed relationship. He would meet a girl, take her on a few dates and before things would turn serious, he would suggest that they only be friends. He called it - keeping his options open - until he found the right girl.

He ran away from ever chance to fall in love until he met (Your Name). The first time he saw her, she was sitting at a table outside of a small coffee shop studying for a college exam. He took one look at her and instantly became enraptured by her.

Her hair was pinned up in a low messy bun to prevent it from falling in front of her face. She would occasionally push her reading glasses up after they had slid down the bridge of her nose. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He nonchalantly watched her as she turned each page of her book; her left hand clutched into a fist while her chin rested above it as it was held up by her elbow. Her innocent appeal is what attracted him to her.

Justin then made the bold move and finally approached her to say hello. She lifted her eyes from her book and when they met his, she gave him welcoming smile. There was an instant attraction between them as they sat at that table and talked for almost three hours; they shared their interests with each other and were immediately surprised to realize just how much they had in common.

With every word, Justin became more interested in (Your Name); the more he learned about her, the more he wanted to know. Finally, Justin made the brave decision and asked (Your Name) on a date, admitting he wished to see her again.

However, he was quickly rejected when (Your Name) said that she was not looking for a relationship. Though Justin was figuratively in the same boat, he somehow felt a strong connection to her. He confessed to her that he enjoyed talking to her and that he wanted to get to know her more. He then asked her for her phone number and asked to see her again; not as a romantic date but simply as a meeting between two friends.

Though she was still skeptical, (Your Name) evidently gave in and agreed to meet him again. They both exchanged numbers and made plans to meet up the following night.

Lifting her head off his chest, (Your Name) looked up at Justin; his face was blank and free of any expression but she could see that he was holding back his laughter. Finally, he let out a burst of laughter and smiled.

“When you turned me down, it literally felt like a punch to the gut,” he began, his eyes then moved downwards and locked onto (Your Name). “But when I first saw you, I knew in my heart there was something special about you and I deeply wanted to find out what it was. When I asked you out and you said no, I could see it in your eyes that you were holding something back and I think that’s what made me want to get to know you more. Thinking back on it now, that was one of the best days of my life.”

He stopped and stared at (Your Name) for a moment, taking in every detail on her face; the loose strands of hair that was stuck to her damp forehead, her natural rosy cheeks, her button nose, the almost invisible freckles under each of her glistening blue eyes that reminded him of the Caribbean ocean.

“The second best day of my life is when we actually had our first date,” Justin smirked and gave (Your Name) a wink. (Your Name) grinned, thinking back to that amazing night on the beach. That was the first of many times in which (Your Name) would witness Justin’s romantic side.

“I remember that night like it was yesterday,” (Your Name) sighed happily.

“You really took me by surprise.”

“I know,” Justin replied.

“I was so nervous, I wanted everything to be perfect. I had only known you for about two weeks but I was beginning to lose control of my feelings for you so I wanted to do something extra special for you. I knew you deserved better than just an ordinary dinner or movie date and flowers and chocolates.”

He knew how to make things sound like they came directly out of a Nicholas Sparks’ novel, and that’s exactly how that night felt.

Even at just the instant thought brought back the same feeling as it did before.

That was the night (Your Name) knew she was in love with him. For the first time in her life, she was swept off of her feet and left speechless by how much effort Justin put into making the date special.

She had never seen anything more beautiful in her life. The sun was setting over the ocean, painting the sky a bright shade of pink. A trail of rose petals lined with small candles began on the end of the boardwalk.

As (Your Name) followed the aisle down the beach, she was immediately taken by surprise by the sight of a small wooden table accompanied by two chairs, the rose petals circling around it. There were four polls planted into the sand, one in each corner holding up the bright fairy lights above.

Justin stood in the sand with a bouquet of pink roses in his hand. They sat and talked while admiring the sunset. When it became dark, the moon and the stars illuminated the night sky. It was then that Justin admitted his feelings for (Your Name). Despite only knowing each other for less than a month, he referred their time together as the greatest few weeks of his life and that there was no doubt in his mind he wanted to be with her.

(Your Name) began to tear up as she heard those words. Before meeting Justin, she had her mind and heart set on anything but a relationship and the weeks she spent getting to know him made her walls fall down and her vulnerability slowly fade away.

For the first time in a long time, she said those three little words. Three little words she had almost forgotten the meaning of.

“You were the first person to ever make me feel like I mattered. I never thought I would ever meet someone who would do something so special like that just for me. You gave me a whole new perspective on letting people in and showed me that it’s okay to trust people again,” (Your Name) spoke in a hushed whisper, bringing Justin’s hand that overlapped hers up to her lips and gently kissed the top of his hand.

“Is that why you told me you love me?”

His boost of confidence made her giggle.

“Well I would say it was because of your attractive looks but whatever floats your boat,” she teases and gives him a wink.

Justin gasps, placing his free hand over his heart. “That’s harsh, babe,” he says, trying to sound shocked but (Your Name) can hear in his voice that he’s trying hard not to laugh.

“I’m kidding, baby,” (Your Name) says, not wanting to tease him anymore. Her right-hand reaches under his chin, pulling his head down towards hers. She kisses him softly, feeling his lips curl into a smile against hers. “But I do consider your attractive looks to be a pretty good bonus,” she says against his lips and kisses him again.


By now, the bath water was slowly beginning to get cold. (Your Name) pulled herself up and stepped out of the tub. Justin followed close behind her and grabbed two towels off of the bathroom counter. Wrapping one around his waist, he wrapped the other around (Your Name)’s body, giving her a quick kiss on her wet shoulder.

Exiting the en suite, (Your Name) entered the bedroom and walked over to the dresser. She picked out a pair of gray fleece pajamas and a white top with forearm length sleeves. She quickly dried herself off and changed into them. Justin changed into just a pair of gray sweatpants and turned off the lights in the bathroom as well as the bedroom before climbing into bed next to (Your Name).

Crawling in underneath the cotton sheets - letting its warmth engulf around him - Justin embraced (Your Name), enclosing his arms around her waist. For a moment, neither of them spoke; Justin’s cool breath - that had a hint of peppermint - penetrated the base of (Your Name)’s neck, sending a shiver up her spine. Her hand gently grasps his forearm.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting every muscle in her body relax.

“Do you remember the first night I held you in my arms like this?”

Justin mumbled, his lips brushing swiftly against (Your Name)’s neck.

Thinking back to that night in Justin’s home, a smile etched across (Your Name)’s lips. She turned herself over so she was laying on her back. Justin pushed himself upward, holding his body weight up on his elbow.

“You fell asleep on my lap and I watched you for hours…not trying to sound creepy,” Justin chuckled while scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“I remember how peaceful you looked. I didn’t want to wake you so I carried you up here so you would be more comfortable. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you for a second, you looked so beautiful. Finally, I wrapped my arms around you and within seconds I passed out. It was the first good night sleep I had in a long time.”

Reminiscing that night in his mind, Justin wandered off into a daydream.

“How’s your headache?” Justin asked.

(Your Name) groaned as she laid across the living room sofa. “My head is pounding…like someone is hitting me constantly with a sledgehammer,” she buried her face into one of the gray cushions that accompanied the couch and curled her legs up so that her knees were tight to her chest.

Justin sat on the edge of the sofa beside her and handed her a glass of water and two small tablets. “Here, takes these, they should make you feel better.” (Your Name) sat up long enough to take the Advil and consume a few sips of water before laying back down.

“Can I get you anything else, sweetheart?” he asked generously, combing his fingers through her hair. (Your Name) shook her head and closed her eyes. The pounding in her head was too unbearable to stay awake.

Justin smiled sadly at (Your Name). He didn’t know what else to do, he just wanted to make her as comfortable as possible.

Then he got an idea.

Grabbing the other couch cushion, he sat on the opposite end of the sofa. “Babe?” he whispered. (Your Name) opened her eyes and saw Justin sitting with the pillow on his lap. “Come here,” he smiled and patted down on the pillow, motioning her to lay her head in his lap. Pulling herself up, she moved closer to him and laid her head down on the pillow. Justin began brushing through her hair with his fingers, soothing her.

“Better?” he asked.

With her eyes closed once again, (Your Name) nodded her head and snuggled down into his lap. Justin leaned down and gently kissed her temple. “Try and get some rest, baby,” he continued to brush through her hair as he watched her. Within minutes, (Your Name) was sound asleep.

It had felt like hours they had been sitting there. Justin watched (Your Name) as she slept peacefully in his lap. She looked so peaceful; so relaxed. Justin couldn’t help but smile from time to time, combing through her tangled hair and watching her chest slowly rise up and down with every breath.

It was almost midnight and (Your Name) began to stir in her sleep. Knowing she would be more comfortable upstairs, Justin scooped her up in his arms, careful to not wake her up and carried her up to his room.

He laid her down on the mattress and pulled the blankets over her, letting her sink into the comfort of the bed sheets and climbed in beside her.

He now had a clear view of her face and he stared at her in awe. This was a side of her that he had never seen before; the way her hair was sprawled out over the pillow behind her; the way her eyelids flickered like she was dreaming; her breathing was at a slow and alternating pace. Her whole face just looked so much at ease. Her natural beauty was really showing for the first time.

Wanting to be closer to her, Justin moved in and wrapped his arm around her waist. He carefully pulled her into his chest, letting her head rest comfortably underneath his chin. With his right arm draped over her hip, his left arm curled under her head until his hand rested on the back of her head.

He held her in his arms, not ever wanting to let her go. Though she was highly unaware of it, (Your Name) made him feel safe and happy, unlike anyone else has ever made him feel. Everything about her was perfect to him. It was hard to resist just how deeply and unbelievably in love he is with her.

“I love you.”

He knew she most likely didn’t hear him but he felt like he had to say it. Every chance he got to say those three words - whether she heard them or not - he would take it.

Kissing the top of her head, Justin’s eyes fluttered shut and he slowly drifted off into a peaceful slumber. The countless sleepless nights were now far behind him.

All because of her.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling through his mouth, Justin looked at (Your Name) and smiled. The memories brought back every feeling; every emotion, and they felt just the same in the present as they did 3 years ago.

“Before that night, I had never slept in the same room as someone else let alone the same bed, especially with a guy,” (Your Name) could feel her cheeks getting warm as she spoke. “You were the first one…you were the first of many things for me and looking back at it all now, I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”

Justin smiled, gently tracing the shape of her jaw with his fingers. “I can’t imagine my life without you… ever since that day I saw you sitting in that café, you’ve turned my life around. Every memory I have with you, I cherish more and more each day. I love you with all my heart and soul, (Your Full Name).”

“I love you too, more than you’ll ever know.”

Embracing her cheek in the palm of his hand, Justin leaned in slowly until his lips overlapped with (Your Name)’s.

Switching off the lamp on the bedside table, they both settled down under the blankets. “Sweet dreams,” (Your Name) whispered, giving Justin’s cheek a quick kiss before snuggling down into his chest. “Goodnight, baby girl,” he kisses the top of her head and laid his head on the pillow with his chin touching her head.

It didn’t take long for both of them to feel their eyes flutter shut. Holding onto each other and wrapping themselves into their warm embrace, they felt a peaceful dullness wash over them within seconds.

The End