romatism

anonymous asked:

but what if the character is romatically involved with someone and they grow up over time with them, wouldn't that be bad?

No. Because like I said, aging a character up is only a shitty thing to do to justify a ship. I’m talking when people age up Giorno to make it ‘okay’ to ship her with Bruno, still within the context of Vento Aureo. When you’re aging up a character to ship them with an adult, when presently they’re vastly different ages, that’s the shitty thing to do. Am I not explaining this well enough or?????

- Dobar dan. Izvolite, sjednite. Drago mi je da ste se odlučili pokušati ponovno.
(Nesigurno sjedam na mjesto sučelice. Dlanovi mi se počinju znojiti. Odveć poznati tik se javlja. Bacam pogled na prozor. Kapljice kiše tiho lupkaju. Nervozno počnem pratiti ritam prstima po koljenima.)

- Upravo je trinaest sati i dvadeset minuta. Spremni? Da pokušamo nastaviti gdje smo stali zadnji put?
(Jedva primjetno kimnem. Jedva. Dovoljno s druge strane da ona to opazi.)

- Pričali smo o morama. Još imate problema sa spavanjem? Terapija ne pomaže? 
(Čujem kako spretno pali diktafon ili neku sličnu spravicu. Pogledam u svoje ruke. Nervozno navučem rukave preko šake.)

- Ne… I dalje mi ne da mira.
(Uzima rokovnik. Pogleda me preko ruba naočala. Izgleda mi zaintrigirano na moment. Pretjerujem, više iznenađeno.)

- I dalje, kažete… Recite mi ovoga puta nešto o njoj o čemu nismo pričale do sad. 
(Iako nas dijeli veliki komad masivne, lakirane hrastovine mogu osjetiti kako pogledom hvata svaku i najmanju tjelesnu reakciju. Primoram se da ju pogledam što direktnije u te ispitivačke kestenjaste oči.)

- Čitala mi je poeziju znate…  Romantičare… Blakea i… 
(Zastanem. Ponovno jebena knedla u grlu…)

- … i Clarea.
(Vidim kako iz opuštenog stava njeno tijelo prelazi u znalački određenu pozu. Prestaje pisati. Još jedan dug pogled. Umara me to. Pogledam na policu knjiga iza nje. Uz čitavu kolekciju Freuda i Junga ugledam malu crnu knjižicu. Poznata mi je. Ona to spazi i nešto joj u naletu milisekunde iskrivi usne. Ne zadugo.)

- Clarea…. Zanimljivo. Sjećate li se možda što Vam je čitala?
(Duga i napeta tišina.. Vani počinje nevrijeme, pod vjetrom se savijaju grane magnolije. Padne mi na pamet hoće li više ikad dočekati ljepše dane…)

- “ I am—yet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes—
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed …”
( Odrecitiram prvu strofu.Ona me prekine….)

- “ I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.”
(Gledam ju u čudu kako među prstima drži malu knjižicu s police i recitira zadnju strofu. Glas joj se promijenio. Nestalo je grubosti. I ona tad pogleda kroz prozor. Prošeće do komode i izvadi dugu cigaretu te ju stavi u cigaršpic. Pripali. Najednom me po držanju podsjeti na one viktorijanske dame koju su nekoć davno živjele. Tiho progovori, s jasno prepoznatljivom melankolijom u glasu. Gotovo kao da se prisjeća nečega.)

- John Clare. Izgubljeni pjesnik, ne mislite? (ispuše dim) Nakaza. Nevoljena nakaza. A težio je samo jednom… 
(I dalje gleda kroz prozor. Počinje grmjeti.)

- Znate li možda, čemu?
(Imam neopisiv poriv zapaliti cigaretu sad. Tužno pogledam u neku mrtvu točku.)

- Da bude prihvaćen. Da nađe svoju družicu…
(Osjetim kako me gleda. Cijelo raspoloženje se promijeni. Sjeda, brže i naprasnije negoli prije.)

- Da… Znate, dat ću Vam drugu terapiju. Svjesni ste da Nje nema? Pričali smo o tome posljednji put. Nije Vam Ona to čitala. Mora da ste Vi sami… Očito Vam ova terapija ne paše… Morate prestati gubiti dodir sa stvarnošću.
(Pomislim kako bih joj voljela dokazati koliko je Ona stvarna. Za mene barem. Mada je u mojoj glavi. Mada ju ne mogu dotaknuti. Znam da ona postoji. S njom provodim najljepše sate. Ona mi priča i smijemo se. Pronalazim ju u stihovima. U one kasne sate kada grad tiho spava Ona mi šapuće…)

Pruža mi papir s novim popisom ljekarija. Stavljam ga u džep.

- U isto vrijeme za tjedan dana? Ugodan dan. I gospođice, pokušajte se fokusirati na vedrije stvari. Slušajte ploče prije spavanja, možda Vam pomognu skrenuti mis…
(Polako se dižem i njen glas se gubi u pozadini. Glavom mi prođe Ona. Toplo mi kaže: “All sad people like poetry, happy people like songs”.) 

anonymous asked:

Do you think Rhys cares for Mor?

Not gonna lie Nonnie, I am a bit confused over this question. Rhys loves Mor. Rhys loves his little family more than anything and Mor is no exception to that. I think he admires her. I think he trusts her. I think he depends on her. I think he cherishes everything she is and does and stands for. 

And if you mean “cares for” as in romantically, then no. I don’t think so. The whole mates-thing seems to be a big deal to the poor dude, idk. 

anonymous asked:

One particularly interesting thing about Kaisoo is that even before EXO's debut, vefore they were established as a canon ship, there were already rumours that they are dating each others. People that claimed are SM trainees were saying back in 2012 that it's well known amongs the trainees that those two are in a romatic relationship. Ofocourse it could be only a coincidence, but the insider post turn out to be true so... And it is kind of rumours you've never heard about any other k-pop group.

Like I already said, a lot of times, everything about KD is a coincidence! There’s no way that they could be romantically involved, since they’re from the same group and they’re men. People in industry can’t be gay or in a relationship with people of the same gender, so I totally think it’s a reaching coincidence.

Candles

So I know this is kinda long, I get that. But it is also the last day of Zutara Week, sooooo.I figured everyone would do something very romatic or smutty and while I love reading those, I haven’t written many. So instead you get what I am good at. Horror. Comedy.

@zutaraweek

Katara walked through the Fire Palace’s halls late at night. She cursed herself for not being smart enough to carry a candle with her to the kitchen. All she wanted was some strawberries, but once she came out of the kitchen she could see that all of the Palace torches were shut off, which normally wouldn’t be a problem if the massive storm wouldn’t have hit so soon. She cursed again, knowing that she should have known the storm was coming sooner than expected.

Katara knew she was lost. She blindly bumped her way down the halls and after one early turn she had gotten so turned around she was beginning to think that she would need to just sit down and wait till morning to be found. She was spending time with Aang, Toph, Sokka and Suki. But she had left them almost a half hour ago, if they hadn’t found her by now they never would. If Zuko hadn’t have gone to bed early that night she could have forced him along with to be her candle. But no, he had to be a responsible Firelord and go to bed early.

Katara pouted in the almost pitch black. “Fuck,” She cursed as her foot hit a table a crash following. “Damnit.”

Katara was contemplating if she should stay there until someone came and helped clean and maybe offer a light, or if she should just keep wondering around. There was a creek of a doors hinges behind her so she spun, greeted with more darkness. “Hello? I’m sorry I broke the… whatever it is I broke. I can’t see anything. Pretty stupid to go in the dark without a candle, I know.” There were no other sounds. “Hello?”

With a lack of an answer Katara just shrugged. The castle was old and the storm was going in full force. The wind could have just come through a window that wasn’t closed all the way. She began to walk again, hoping for the best. She would find someone and apologize about the… whatever it was… in the morning.

She heard steps, but with the echo, she couldn’t be sure if it was from behind or in front of her. “H-Hello?”

The footsteps stopped. No answer.

Katara took a deep breath and counted to ten, each number making her want to curse Toph for telling so many ghost stories about the castle. She shook off the steps as paranoia and began walking again, a few seconds later the footsteps began again.

She counted them off as the castle creaking, nonetheless quickening her pace. To her fear, the ‘creaking’ quickened as well. And it sounded closer.

She put her hand on the wall, balancing the bowl on her hip, knowing that a turn would be soon and not wanting to run into the wall. Before she knew it she was sprinting down the rest of the hall, hoping beyond hope that the ‘creaking’ that was gaining on her wouldn’t catch her and she wouldn’t run into a wall.

She felt her hand loose the wall and quickly turned right, not even slowing down.

The ‘creaking’ was right behind her and before she knew what was happening, the ‘creaking’ put a firm hand on her shoulder, forcing her around.

Katara was not exactly proud that instead of fighting, she shrieked the loudest and longest she had in her entire life, strawberries went flying as she threw up the bowl involuntarily. It crashed to the ground shattering, yet another thing she broke.

The hands clamped down on her on her forearms, her arms went up to fists and she began to punch whatever was holding her as hard as she could. Screaming out the only word she could think of. “NO!”

“Katara. Kat- Damnit. Katara!” There was a grunt as she let a particularly hard hit to his chest. “Katara, dammit calm down.”

One of her arms was released and a small flame formed between her and her attacker. “Zuko?”

“What the hell Katara?” Zuko asked sensing her heart still racing. “Are you okay?”

“I…” She began gasping for breath. Of all the battles she was in, Katara thought for sure she was going to die then. “I’m fine. You just scared me.”

“Yeah, I gathered from you screaming your damn head off.” He nodded. “What are you doing here?”

“Here?” Katara asked. “Where even is here?”

“A hall down from my chambers,” Zuko explained. “Did you get lost?”

Katara sighed, looking at all the dead fruit on the floor. “The Gaang and I were staying up and telling ghost stories. I wanted a snack. The lights were still lit when I left the others. But when I left the kitchen everything was just…” She sighed. “Pitch black. I didn’t have a candle but I thought I could just retrace my steps then I guess I turned to early.” She looked up at him pouting. “I kicked something over then I heard a door open but no one answered me and I heard footsteps following me.”

Zuko shook his head. “I heard the crash and left my room to look. My door cracked. Then I guess I’m responsible for the footsteps.”

Katara sighed again. “I’ve been lost for almost half an hour in the dark.”

Zuko smiled at her as his flame flickered. “Come on, I’ll take you back to my room. I have a candle you can use. But if you would rather I can just walk you back to the others.”

“Thanks, your company sounds nice.” Katara smiled. He took his hand and led her the opposite way to his room. “W-what about the bowl and berries.”

“Leave them. No one is up or willing to walk around with this storm.” Zuko shrugged, tugging on her hand a little to get her closer to him. “You know,” He smirked. “With how often you’ve been coming to my room, you probably know how to get to anywhere from there.”

Katara blushed and bumped her arm into his. “Shut up.”

“So, if they haven’t come looking for you in almost a half hour, I’m sure we could just… keep each other company in my room. If you’d like.” Zuko smirked letting go of her hand and wrapping his arm around her waist.

Katara grew a wide smile and looked up at him, glad he kept the fire in his palm lit. “What happened to ‘I have a meeting early tomorrow I can’t be playing around with you all?” She said quoting him from earlier.

Zuko blushed. “Well, I personally think that playing around with you sounds much more fun than playing around with the others.”

Katara grew a wicked smile. “Even if we play with them by scaring the crap out them and making them think this place is haunted?”

Zuko grew a smile to match hers. “I have some spirit masks in my room from that time we tired…. You know.”

Katara blushed and wrapped her hands around his neck. “Let’s make Toph’s ghost stories come true.”

~~~

“What’s taking Katara so long?” Aang asked worried.

“Oh, she’s either eating everything or she got lost,” Sokka waved off.

“Then shouldn’t we find her?” Suki asked.

“Eh, the ghosts probably got her.” Toph waved away.

“Toph,” Suki rolled her eyes. “The palace isn’t haunted. Will you stop with the ghosts and the ghost stories already?”

“Maybe there is a spirit here,” Aang shrugged. “It could happen.”

“I refuse to deal with ghosts,” Sokka said. “I went into the Spirit World once, by force, and I’m not dealing with them again.”

“I still think we should get her,” Suki said looking at the door. “At least Aang and Toph.”

“Guys she’s fine, she took on Azula she can take on the darkness,” Sokka said again.

“Maybe,” Aang nodded. “But-” The Gaang stared at the door in ultimate horror as a blood-curdling screech was released.

“Was that-?”

“Katara!” Sokka said sitting up alarmed. He grabbed his boomerang from the table.

There was a screech of no’s that came through the door next only to cut off unexpectedly.

“Guess who’s here,” Toph smiled.

“We have to find her,” Aang said standing up and grabbing his staff.

“That didn’t sound good,” Suki said grabbing her fans. “Sokka, grab a candle.”

They sprinted down the hall in the direction it came. After a few minutes of running, they stopped. “I think we’re close to Zuko’s room,” Sokka said. “She probably just went there.”

“What’s that?” Toph asked pointing down the hallway.

Suki walked over to it. “A vase got broken and the table was tipped over.”

“She must have come this way,” Aang said walking past it. The others followed suit.

“No, really Detective Avatar?” Toph asked.

“Hey, what’s this on the wall,” Sokka asked.

Aang rose his fire covered hand to the wall to see red streaks that looked like fingers or claws from a hand. “It looks like… blood…” Aang said wide-eyed.

There was a flutter behind them and they all turned to look, only to see nothing. “What was that?” Sokka asked.

“I didn’t see anything,” Toph answered.

“I didn’t see anything either,” Aang answered. “It… it must have been the storm right? Wind?”

“Wind is your thing,” Toph shrugged. “Let’s keep going.”

They all walked closer together down the hall, keeping their eyes peeled for anything. “There’s something else,” Toph pointed to the end of the hall.

As they neared they saw more red smeared into the ground with a scattering of berries and a shattered bowl. “Is that…”

“Katara was here,” Toph nodded. “But where did she go?”

“Well,” Suki shuddered with the sudden cold air. “Zuko’s room is close, right? Maybe Zuko just found her and she just freaked out.”

“Yeah,” Aang nodded. “That’s probably what happened. I bet he took her back at his room.”

“Let’s go check,” Sokka nodded.

Once they got to his room they knocked on his door, not wanting to walk into anything.

Zuko came to the door, without a shirt, groggery. His hair was messy and it looked like he just woke up. “Guys? What are you doing here? I told you I was going to sleep.”

“Yeah,” Aang nodded. “Have you seen Katara?”

“What?” Zuko asked. “No, not since I said good night. Why is she okay?” He grew awake fully alarmed.

“Well, she went out almost an hour ago and we… we heard a scream and there are blood stains everywhere and…” Aang deflated feeling like he had let his Sifu down. “We lost her.”

“YOU WHAT?” Zuko yelled. “Where the hell is she?”

“We don’t know,” Suki cringed.

“That’s it,” Zuko said stepping out of his room and closing the door. “We’re finding her.”

“I can’t feel her anywhere,” Toph said. “Maybe she found her room and just went to bed. We should just look in the morning.”

Zuko bounded down the hall with the others. “What is this?” He asked looking down at the shattered bowl and crushed berries.

“We don’t-”

“Blood,” Sokka said interrupting Suki. “There are fingerprints on the wall down the hall.”

There was another flutter behind them and they all turned to see it. Nothing.

“Must be the wind, huh,” Sokka said nervously.

There was a thunk behind them and again they turned. This time to an angry spirit. Its face was an angry red with large teeth and black eyes. Long black hair hung from down it’s back to its butt. A blood red ninja suit clung to its body with random tears all over letting some fabric dangle free, nails like daggers tearing through her gloves.

Everyone froze.

The spirit sunk down to a squat, stabbing one of the few surviving strawberries with its nail.

“What’s happening?” Toph asked. “There isn’t anything here but us. Why are you all having heart attacks?”

Sokka pushed Aang forward while Suki pulled Toph back.

“H-hello, Spirit. I’m Avatar Aang. Do you have any idea where our friend Katara is?”

The Spirit stood to its full height and flicked the strawberry on its nail, hitting Aang center arrow.

“Ow…”

“That’s it Spirit!” Sokka said stepping forward. “You tell me what you did with my sister right now!”

Spirit slashed her hand to the side dramatically, a few seconds later the table that Katara upturned earlier came crashing into the wall turning to a rain of splinters.

“Or you know, whenever you have a chance to is fine.”

“Okay,” Toph said slightly worried. “That I saw, what the hell is happening!”

“This thing isn’t friendly,” Zuko said.

“No?” Sokka asked. “Fucking really? What tipped you off? The strawberry or the SPLINTER OF DEATH?”

Spirit rose it hand again and all the lights went out. The ones in Aang and Zuko’s fists, the candle Suki held. The hall went black. There was more fluttering sound and out of nowhere lights came back on.

Spirit was standing near the edge of light with one arm wrapped around Zuko’s neck and the other on his chest. His eyes wide with fear.

“Aang?” He asked. “What?”

“Let him go!” Aang demand.

Spirit just cocked it’s head as if asking why it should.

“He’s the Firelord and our friend,” Aang answered.

Spirit began to laugh before it was silenced by disappearing in the shadows with Zuko.

The four stood there in stunned silence.

“Did we just lose Zuko too!?” Toph yelled finally. “I can’t see him!”

Sokka sighed. “How do we get them back?”

Aang popped open his glider. “Follow me.”

They charged down the way Spirit and Zuko went. Suki extinguished the candle and put it in her belt, Aang was making enough fire.

After a few minutes, Spirit popped up from the corner they were passing, pushing Aang off balance and sending him falling head over heels to the floor. Toph got pushed into the wall, losing her balance she sunk to the floor as well. Suki ended up on her ass in less than a second and the next second Sokka landed on top of her.

The candle in Suki’s belt fell to the floor and relit. The four on the ground, minus Toph, looked up to see the Spirit standing in the direction they had ran. She slowly wagged her finger at them and fell into the darkness again.

“Damnit!” Sokka cursed getting back up and grabbing his boomerang. Like that they chase was on.

They followed fluttering sounds and glimpses of Spirit unknowing back to the room they had been hanging out in earlier, every so often again getting attacked and put to the ground.

“I think it’s in there,” Sokka said pointing to the door.

“I can feel Zuko in there,” Toph said. Her eyes sparkled. “And Katara!”

They all stood at the door ready to open it when it flung open itself, Spirit swinging down from the ceiling right into their faces. They all screamed and fell back.

When they looked up, preparing to see and fight a deadly spirit all they saw was one hunched over and laughing it’s ass off at them.

It looked up only to double back over in laughter.

Zuko came into the door frame laughing as well. “Agni, that was worth canceling the meeting.”

The spirit suddenly lunged at them again, stopping short of hitting them. They all flinched making to go into another fit.

Finally, the spirits righted itself and took off its face and wig off its head.

“Katara?” Sokka asked.

“Yue, you should have seen your faces at any time this night. Spirits it was perfect.” Katara laughed.

“You tricked us?” Aang asked.

“Why?” Suki asked.

“You let me wander around in the dark by myself for half an hour!” Katara answered. “Besides, with all the ghost stories Toph was telling tonight? I had to.”

“But… but the blood?” Aang said confused.

Zuko smirked and put his hand on her hip. “I found Katara earlier. She was scared out of her mind and smashed the fruit bowl. The rest we went back and did later.”

“The moving things!” Sokka asked. “Splinter of death!”

Katara laughed. “I froze some ice to the back of them so I could move them with bending.”

“You blew out our fires!” Suki yelled.

“That one was me,” Zuko smiled.

“I couldn’t see you!” Toph accused.

“Thick layer of ice under my shoes,” Katara explained. “I kept beating you guys up so much. Seriously, tomorrow you are all going back to training.”

“I couldn’t see!” Toph yelled standing up. “How could I fight if I couldn’t see?”

“One more thing before we go back into the room,” Aang said standing up. “Why do you have that outfit?”

Katara and Zuko blushed. “What we do in Zuko’s bedroom is none of your business.”

“Oh ew no!” Sokka said pushing past them.

“Kinky,” Toph smirked going back to the room.

“I’m sorry I asked,” Aang said.

“Me too,” Suki added.

“Why are so many candles in here?” Sokka asked.

Day 273 - Like A Rochester ~ Point is. I’m Reading again Jane Eyre and I’m loving the Lord of the trolls, Master of the sass and Bitchy Peer that Mr Rochester is. The absolute and true King of Denial, hiding problems in secret rooms like a boss. (I’d be thinking of making some brief comic strips about him, if I hadn’t a thousand things to do, sob) #365dayschallenge #sketch #sketchbook #instadraw #instaart #drawing #pencil #paper #doodle #janeeyre #charlottebronte #englishliterature #mrrochester #rochester #sassy #likeaboss #romatic #romanticliterature #english #book #literature #novel #funny #irony #1page1day #expressive #fanart #characterdesign

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by TheFandomLife2319

Everyone is paired with someone at birth. Romantic right?
People say that the sky is filled with romatic oppotunities, they’re all out there, and, if you fly high enough and soar long enough, you’ll find the person for you.
It’s a romantic ideal, but Kageyama Tobio has never been one for fantasies
It doesn’t help that he doesn’t have a birthmark like everyone else, pairing him with a soul mate
Hell, it’s not like he has a romantic interest in anyone anyway, and it’s not like it really phases him

.. that is, until he gets put in an extra curricular class about it

Words: 1688, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English



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