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#kdramawomensweek: day 8 // age of youth love-fest | happy international women’s day!

So I pretty much put together some of my favorite scenes from Age of Youth. They’re all scenes that really hit me hard emotionally or just personally resonated with me. When Jin Myung, whose feelings have slowly been bubbling underneath the surface, finally overflows with emotion, full of rage and agony. She finally demands the apology she’s been silently asking for. When she fell to the floor in sobs, I cried with her. I felt that grief. When Yi Na realizes she’s been holding herself back and finally lets herself go. Dammit, that scene just hit me. When Eun Jae blows up and just begs for the housemates to be nice to her I could personally relate to her pain and just how nervous she must have felt to finally let that out and tell these almost strangers how alienated they made her feel and how much it had hurt her. That’s not easy.

As you can see, most of my favorite scenes include the girls all together. The relationship that developed between these girls, different in pretty much every way, from being strangers just living in a house together to sisters that loved and protected each other in any way they could was really the main strength of the show. Even that hilarious scene when the girls beat up Eun Jae’s boyfriend because they think he’s some stranger out to hurt her shows just how willing they are to protect each other. I mean, they burst out of the house the second they heard Eun Jae scream. The girls immediately went to comfort Ye Eun when she finally broke up with a boyfriend she loved so much. And when Eun Jae finally comes home after being out all night, the girls just hug her, saying that everything is okay because she’s here and she’s safe. I’m tearing up just thinking of the scene. That love for each other that made them one of the best friendships of 2016 and just in general.

What I love about the girls individual stories is the journey they went through during the drama and where they ended up. They don’t end the drama suddenly complete and whole, but you know they’ve set themselves on that track. They learn to start forgiving and loving themselves. The ghosts they’ve lived with are never completely gone but they’re not held back and tortured by them anymore.

Anyway, what I really want to say is that I love these girls so so so so so much. There’s really nothing I can say that can convey the amount of love I have for this drama and the Belle Epoque girls. It warms my heart when I think of them and I’m just so happy there’s going to be a season 2.

My Great Comet Experience

•as soon as I sat down I started hardcore shaking (like my mom was very concerned)
•Ingrid did pierogis for my section and she got to my row, we looked each other dead in the eyes (!!!) and she tossed one at me (they taste really good btw)
•also during pierogis I CAUGHT LUCAS’ EYE AND HE GAVE ME A LOOK LIKE “hey wassup” and I was SO HAPPY (more on Eye Contact With Lucas later)

Act 1
•PROLOGUE HAD ME SHOOK OMG IT WAS AMAZING (also I think it was here that I witnessed a moment where someone took someone else’s violin bow and it was adorable
•Pierre was adorable and the vocals were absolutely incredible oak is just WOW
•MOSCOW OMG okay so I love Grace she was awesome and THE LITTLE MOMENT WHERE SONYA AND NATASHA MAKE FUN OF HER IS GOLDEN
•Paul Pinto is literally everywhere??? I saw him hobbling on and it was hilarious
•DURING PRIVATE AND INTIMATE LIFE NICK LOOKED AROUND BEFORE “people enjoy me though” AND SAW ME SMILING AND HE WAVED AT ME AND SMILED BACK IT WAS AMAZING
•ALSO COURTNEY IS INCREDIBLE I LOVE HER
•Natasha and Bolkonskys was hilarious I loved it
•I CRIED DURING NO ONE ELSE IT WAS SO MOVING
•oh my god THE OPERA the first half was hilarious and beautiful and then ANATOLE OH MY GOD he walked down my aisle and I saw the kiss, it didn’t even look like a kiss it was more like a whisper??? Like full cheek to cheek contact and that’s somehow even better
•then he patted the knee of the guy sitting next to her (her husband I think) and gave him a look like “good job man”
•also the ensemble’s little opera glasses are adorable
•Natasha and Anatole makes me want to kill myself even more in person than on recording I was freaking out the whole time
•THE DUEL!!! LUCAS DID THIS LITTLE DUCK THING WHERE HE DID CHICKEN ARMS AND KINDA MOONWALKED BACKWARDS IT WAS GLORIOUS
•NICK WAS SO GREAT I CANT EVEN DESCRIBE IT
•HE SKIPS SO MUCH!!! LIKE HIS ONLY MODE OF TRAVELLING IS SKIPPING
•SO WAS OAK OMG ESPECIALLY WHEN HE GETS SHOT
•ALSO AT SOME POINT DURING THE DUEL (I think it was that) I TURNED TO THE SIDE AND LUCAS AND I JUST LOCKED EYES FOR LIKE 3-4 SECONDS IT CAUGHT ME SO OFF GUARD I STARTED IMPLODING AS HE STARED INTO MY SOUL
•D U S T. A N D. A S H E S. let me tell you about this sit down kiddies. OAK DID SUCH AN INCREDIBLE JOB!!! HE BASICALLY TAKES YOUR HEART STOMPS ON IT AND THROWS IT OUT OF A WINDOW!!! I started sobbing on literally the first chord
•Sunday morning oh my god Ingrid’s acting was so hilarious (especially “everyone sees a man”) also shoutout to T I M E F O R C H U R C H
•CHARMING!!!!!!! AMBER GRAY IS A GODSEND I LOVE HER IT WAS SO!!! CHARMING!!!! AHHH I LOVED IT
•THE BALL OMG Okay at this point I was in Full Freakout Mode and thought I couldn’t get any more hyped,,,, I was wrong
•THE DANCING AND THE ENSEMBLE ALSO THE!!! KISS!!!!!!!! I WAS SCREAMING INTERNALLY!!!!!

Act 2
•OH GOD LETTERS okay so I was kinda bummed that I didn’t get one but more on that later
•EVERYONE WAS SO INCREDIBLE I JUST!!!!! LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH!!!!!!
•Sonya and Natasha was so jam packed with tension I LOVED IT the acting was so good!!!
•Sonya Alone made me start sobbing as soon as Ingrid opened her mouth she was so amazing!
•PREPARATIONS!!! Nick was yelling and it was adorable and Lucas was shaving and I loved it so much!! That’s one of my favorite songs
•THE DANATOLE KISS IS REAL IT IS GLORIOUS
•PAUL PINTO I SWEAR TO GOD HE IS SO HYPER AND ENERGETIC
•also Anatole and I were twinsies during balaga so there’s that
•THE CHOREOGRAPHY!!!!!!!!!! IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING I WAS GRINNING LIKE A LUNATIC
•THE FREAKING ABDUCTION I LOVED IT
•I didn’t have a drink with me to raise but I had a bottle of makeup remover so I used that and I don’t think anyone noticed lol
•WHEN LUCAS DOES THE WHOOOOOAAAAAAOOAOOAOAOOAOAOAOAOAOAOAO HE HELD IT OUT FOR SO LONG!!! LIKE MAYBE EVEN A FULL MINUTE!! I’m not entirely sure he’s human at this point after that because OH MY GOD
•PIERRE’S LITTLE PART I LOVED IT
•I’m pretty sure here GRACE WAS WALKING UP MY AISLE ANS SHE AND I MADE EYE CONTACT AND SHARED A LITTLE “OH MY GOD!!!!” MOMENT SHE NOTICED MY JACKET
•WHEN MARYA STEPPED OUT WAS INCREDIBLE AND LUCAS DID THIS LITTLE “oh NO NO NO NO NO RUN AWAY” kind of thing it was great
•Grace’s In My House was a spiritual experience and made me SO HAPPY!!! SHES SO AMAZING!!! I mean??? Even through the anger you can still hear the compassion!!!
•CALL TO PIERRE You can hear how exasperated and concerned Marya is!!! Also the WHATs were AMAZING AND HILARIOUS
•FIND ANATOLE Oak was running up and down the stage Amber was in her underwear Lucas was sobbing it was glorious
•PIERRE AND ANATOLE!!!!!! The acting!!! I HAVE TOO MANY EMOTIONS!!! I think I actually felt pity and a bit of concern for Anatole which is something I’ve literally never felt before
•also when denee comes on and poisons herself is so amazing???
•PETERSBURG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
•Natasha very ill oh my god the acting and INGRID
•At this point I pretty much didn’t have any tears left
•Pierre and Andrey! Their greeting is adorable! It didn’t make me cry, it just left kind of a,,, cold feeling in my heart
•when Nick pushes Courtney aside broke my heart
•I thought I had no more tears left,,, I was wrong
•I started sobbing at the first notes of Pierre and Natasha
•Denee just sort of hobbled down my staircase and looked so defeated… and then hope!!! They were so sweet! It was so sad!!!!
•I continued sobbing through Great Comet of 1812
•it was so beautiful!!! The lights!! Oak!!! The aria!!! AHHHHHH
•I immediately gave them a standing ovation lol

Stage door
•So after bows I just got up and SPRINTED to the door, I got there before the barricades got set up
•I met some people who liked my jacket (more on that in a bit)
I brought my copy of war and peace for everyone to sign (and mostly everyone had a conversation with me about it!!! If you want convos at the door bring a copy)
•Everyone was so adorable I love them
•Also Grace confirmed that we had a Moment of “OH MY GOD!!!” And it was amazing
•so even after they took the barricades down the people I met wanted to stay behind and wait later to see if we could get me to meet Lucas
•so we waited for a while and eventually Courtney and Cathryn came out and they were such beautiful people I love them
•Lucas wasn’t feeling that well so he didn’t come out
•but!!! Bob the Door Guy to the rescue!!!
•HE GAVE ME THE LETTER™!!!

So yeah!!! It was amazing and I loved it so so much and now I love bob the door guy and me and my friends are making plans to come back again!

Lexa’s thumb swipes across the back of Clarke’s hand. “What is your wish, Clarke?” she asks.

Licking her lips, Clarke draws in a cool, clean breath and lets it out in a slow sigh. “I,” she starts and then stops. Lexa squeezes her hand again and the wish surges up through Clarke’s lips. “I want to be weightless,” she says. “I want … I want to be free.”

She takes a deep breath and tears prick at her eyes when she lets it out to feel all the weight slip from her shoulders as if speaking the wish aloud has allowed her, in this one moment, to truly let go of all that she has been carrying around inside her. A whimper of a sob escapes her, bubbles up and somehow sounds more like a laugh than anything else, and Clarke feels young and clean for the first time in too long.

Clarke smiles with her eyes closed and then asks, “What’s yours?” She squeezes Lexa’s fingers. “What do you want to be?”

Lexa is quiet a long time, and Clarke opens her eyes to look at her. Her breath catches in her throat at the sight. Lexa’s eyes are wide and wet and almost turquoise in the glowing halo that dances around them, and for once, they are not haunted. They are full and bright and yearning, and Lexa is more honest than perhaps she has ever been when she licks her lips and whispers, “Yours.

this heart, fossilized and silent(once was tender and once was violent) by chrmdpoet 

There are so many incredibly remarkable moments in this fic that I just can’t get enough but I have to say that this is my most favorite. This part has reduced me to a sobbing mess for weeks–I still cry about it now. Hence, the fanart above! The feels overwhelmed me too much I had to make an outlet. I’ve never loved a fanfic as much as I have come to love this. Words aren’t enough to describe how important this is to me.

so as a tribute I dedicate this to the extremely talented chrmdpoet 

thank you so much for writing this beautiful gem. I hope you like this even though it looks so messy lol it’s not so great, I had to try a method I haven’t done before to achieve the lighting, so it was all trial and error. But I hope this, at the least, looks a little like how you had envisioned the scene in your mind :) again, thank you! Your fic is such a gift to this fandom and I could never be any prouder to have you with us. Please keep writing :P

Me over the last hour:

-ok Betty totally blatantly met Veronica’s eyes when she licked the whipped cream off her finger the first time

-Archie called Veronica “Ronnie”

-Beronchie 5ever

-Betty come on did you really just put your fingerprints on that gun

-I’m betting Grundy is either lying about that whole thing or she killed her husband. Either way STATUTORY RAPE IS STILL NOT A PLOT DEVICE(unless this ends with her rotting in jail)

-WTF BETTY WHY THE HELL DID YOU TAKE THE GUN

-Oh that look. Get that snake, bro. Get him.

-THE GAYEST SHIP I EVER DID SHIP OH GOD YES THE SHERIFF’S SON IS GONNA BE CRUSHING ON A BAD BOY

-aw Archie and Betty are forever “I will always be friends with Archie.”

-Archie’s so hurt I just want to hug him

-Betty’s so hurt I just want to hug her. Also she’s great at manipulation of people in the name of what she believes is right tbh

-I love that Ronnie instantly despised every privilege she’s ever had because of her dad’s dirty money

-HOLY SHIT THE SHERIFF WAS TOTALLY ON THE RIGHT TRAIL IF SOMEONE DESTROYED HIS CRIME BOARD

-Archie please I can’t handle when you sob

-Betty growing a backbone is my favorite thing(except for when it’s borderline torturous)

-God dammit Jughead being homeless just makes this so much sadder and perfect #givejugabed2k17

One of the reasons why Sense8 is my favorite tv show is Nomanita. Nomanita is not just a f/f ship to me, not just my otp, but literally the relationship that i want to have in life. They’re always so supportive of each other. Amanita loves Nomi so much, she defends her, believes in her so much. And I realize I’ll probably never have the chance to see them getting married and I’ll be sad forever. I know the budget is expensive but this show has taught me so much about love between strangers, lovers and self love. I know hoping for another season is probably too impossible but I expect to have a special 3 hours long to resolve all the plot. Let my girls get married and be happy.

sonansu  asked:

lychee reminds me a lot of miyamoto, weirdly enough?? god i love her. so cute. so loving. so passionate.

I’m feeling iiiit

I’ve never really pinned down a personality for Miyamoto. Don’t have too much to go off of sadly haha. But yes! I can see her being like that

And I’m in love with Lychee gooood. She ended up being so much cuter in the episode than the preview made it seem like im sobbing. Also Lychee’s the cutest name ever and it happens to be my favorite fruit LOL. I’m so happy she’s gonna be in the next ep tooooooo

anonymous asked:

What do you think is so cool/cute about Calista?

ok, so you’re just asking for a gushing love letter to calista, right? cool here goes:

credit to @tunneys for just about every link here ❤

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: Rose Lalonde watched the love of her life die, was mortally wounded trying to avenge her, and then died in Roxy's arms lamenting the fact that she never told Kanaya or her mother that she loved them. Roxy is now sobbing while clutching the dead body of the mother she never knew. All joy is gone from my life. I am but a husk of my former self. My existence is meaningless

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Kill Shot happens after 47 Seconds/The Limey plot line, and Castle comforts Beckett. (P.S. You're my favorite fanfic writer, I love all your stories so much)

Her chest is so tight, too tight, like a coiled spring constricting her lungs as she runs, pushing through the relative safety of an ‘employees only’ door, hearing the vague sound of him calling for her as she disappears inside the blessedly empty corridor.

A sob ribs through her while she sheds the confines of her jacket, the gun, her badge. All of it. Too much. Suffocating her.

The tears stain her cheeks, coming too quickly for her to wipe them away as she collapses against the wall, sliding down to become a crumpled mess on the floor.

“Beckett?”

She jerks at the sound of his voice, confused, wondering if she’s finally fallen to the point of hallucinating. Because no way would he chase after her, not anymore.

But he seems pretty real as he approaches her with caution in the vacant hallway as she tries to breathe, just breathe.

“Hey,” he murmurs, his voice soft, as if he cares, and a choked noise of grief breaches her lips. “Hey, Kate, look at me. You’re okay.”

Beckett shakes her head, burying hands in her hair, trying to make it stop - the trembling, the accelerated pound of her heart, the ache he recently instilled in her chest.

“I can’t,” she gasps out, curling in on herself, her spine scraping against the wall at her back. 

“Yes, you can,” he coaxes, skimming a gentle hand over the shin of her leg, causing her body to quake. It’s pathetic, how much she wants him to love her again, to really care about her again, like he’s pretending to right now.

It’s wrong, but she takes advantage of this act of what she assumes is pity, lifting her head to see him watching her with eyes so blue and filled with concern, and then she reaches for him. Castle doesn’t hesitate, surprising and bathing her in relief when he moves to sit beside her, allowing her to rest against his side, to relax against the warm wall of his chest, to breathe in the comforting scent of him, to forget.

Her racing heart begins to slow.

“You’re okay,” he repeats, his own voice shaking, and she covers one of his hands, holds it in her own, feeling her heart stutter for an entirely different reason when he welcomes the embrace of her fingers.

They stay like that for too long, she knows, but she doesn’t want to give this up, give him up, because she knows once they leave this abandoned hallway, he’ll go back to avoiding her again and she just - she can’t.

“Thank you,” she murmurs, sparing a glance upwards to catch a glimpse of his face while it is still unmasked and raw for her.

Worry still lines his features, but something she hasn’t seen in what feels like forever flickers in his eyes. Until he catches her staring up at him.

The curtains fall, the shutters closing over the expressive emotions always in his eyes, and his entire face hardens. It breaks her heart to watch.

“Well, partners, I guess,” he shrugs, shifting to move, but she clamps her fingers around his hand.

“Rick, please,” she whispers, hating herself for allowing it to come out so desperate, so needy. That isn’t her, not usually, but maybe she is a little desperate right now. Desperate to keep him, to keep the man who held her through a panic attack rather than lose him to the one who can barely look at her.

“Please what?” he questions, his brow furrowed, scrutinizing, but he doesn’t move away.

Kate swallows. “Stay.”

The single word has his eyes brimming with pain and has it really become that trying for him to spend even a moment more in her presence?

“I know you don’t want to - to be with me, but I miss you, Castle,” she confesses, feeling the tears pricking her eyes again and making a fruitless attempt to blink them away. 

The hand at her face startles her, the tender touch of his fingers brushing her jawline.

“I want to be with you, Kate,” he scrapes out, gazing down at her with such sorrow. “Just not in the way you want.”

She holds his eyes in confusion, releasing his hand to mimic his actions, to touch his face, dusting her fingertips over his cheek as she shakes her head.

“I don’t understand. I thought you knew - I - I just want you, what other way is there?” she asks, pleads, watching with tentative hope as something sparks in his eyes.

“You… just want me as a partner?” he clarifies and Kate sits up, feeling the hint of strength ignite within her bones for the first time in days. 

“No, I want more,” she tells him, certainty in her voice despite the nerves clambering up her ribcage. “I want-” She takes a deep breath, hadn’t expected to say this so soon, but he deserves to know. “I just want to love you, Castle.”

Her voice cracks over his name and she diverts her gaze to the ground, preparing to make another run for it, but his hand guides her up by the chin, bringing her back to meet his eyes and oh - oh, it’s all there now. The love swimming in his eyes stronger than ever before, no longer hidden behind walls he constructed to keep her out.

“That’s all I ever wanted,” he murmurs, skating his thumb over the chapped flesh of her lips.

It doesn’t feel right to kiss him, not like this, not while she still fragile and shaken from this case, but she does twine her arms around his neck, curl into the all encompassing warmth of him, drawing strength from his embrace.

“After this case?” she breathes against the skin of his neck.

Castle nods, stroking a hand down her back. “As soon as it’s closed. We’ll talk about all of it.”

“Hopefully do more than talk,” she sighs, grinning when he shakes with surprised laughter for a moment before sobering.

“You okay?” he says, coaxing her out of his arms so he can see her face, the concern prominent in his eyes once more.

“I will be,” she decides. “It’s just - this is one of the reasons I waited so long to tell you. I wanted to be better before… I wanted to be more than this.”

Rick shakes his head and presses his lips to the skin of her forehead.

“You’re already more, Kate. More than you even realize.”

anonymous asked:

Seriously underrated drarry fics? (:

Hi! So I wouldn’t call these fics underrated, necessarily, but here are my absolute favorite Drarry fics- the ones that own my heart, make me squeal or sob whenever I think about them, and really show why Harry and Draco belong together. I love them all so much and want to sing their praises constantly!

Also, I feel like Frayach is a seriously underrated author. Her fics are pure poetry and consume you entirely, and she experiments with different narrative styles and voices and explores these incredibly complicated, difficult issues with so much empathy and tact that it leaves me speechless. She’s a beautiful writer, and I honestly can’t recommend her fics enough

anonymous asked:

hey, i just realised that you're a remus/sirius shipper, and i was wondering if you could recommend some fics, please? i just finished the shoebox project and i'm all emotional and disgusting. i regret getting on this ship so late. (p.s. you have a really cool blog)

A NEW WOLFSTAR SHIPPER THIS MAKES ME SO PROUD AND HAPPY <33333333333

Welcome, my friend, and it is never too late to fall in love with all of the beauty and pain that is Padfoot and Moony. AND YOU’VE READ THE SHOEBOX PROJECT HOW INCREDIBLE IS THAT SERIES?!?!??!? I have spent many a late night crying and laughing delightedly over those note exchange chapters in particular. ^^

Okay. So. Fics. I sadly have not ready any new fics in a long while but I do have my adored favorite authors and their fics. ^^

Setissma changed who I am as a writer. Her words are soft and quiet and intimate, and her mind’s attention to detailing the little things is just incredible. I love her and how she portrays Wolfstar so so much. Some of my favorites of hers:

Science of a Tilting Axis

(best.ever.)


Thine is the Kingdom
Encyclopedia
The Moon’s Significant Tremble

Kabeyk nnnnf so good at the filthy but also some beautiful fics! Some favs:

Middle Man

(fucking brilliance)


Play it Again (sobs at the beauty)
Untitled

Also love some by anniesj, who writes pretty brilliant and heartbreaking and intense fics.

Boiling Point


Slackened Ties
We’ll Pay for This O.o
Sing My Heart
Into Snowy Oblivion 

That’s all I could find, unfortunately. Most of my bookmarks are from the memories of my old livejournal and sadly, a lot of those fics no longer exists. :/

But I hope you enjoy! :)

calypcso  asked:

scars; Samlaena– after Endovier, au where Sam doesn't die ;)))

haley you wonderful wonderful person do you know how much i hate geometry thank you and this is my favorite kind of au you know

“Sam,” she said as he wrapped his arms around her. The name almost tasted foreign in her mouth, a half-forgotten memory from another life. “Sam.” She tested the word again, the name, so simple yet so important. Sam. 

“Gods, Celaena,” he murmured, and just hearing her name again - hearing it said like.. like he cared. Maybe even loved her. “I’m sorry.”

Those were the words that drove her to her knees. Sam barely caught her as she crumpled, shaking and trembling, heaving out a sob. He cradled her like she was his most prized possession, but - no, she wasn’t a thing to be owned or put on a pedestal. She was no slave; those times were over. 

“You’re real,” she got out between sobs, even as he slid down next to her and pulled him into her lap. He smelled like coffee, and a crisp fall wind, and the fresh earth after a rain. He smelled like home, like a new beginning. “You’re real.”

“I’m not letting go of you ever again,” he rumbled, and she could feel him speaking. “And if he tries another thing…” But there were so many he’s in the world, so many cruel, mad men. 

“I thought I would never see you again,” she whispered. “I thought.. I thought… I was starting to forget-” She stopped speaking and looked up at his face, memorizing every part of it, every new and wicked scar. She’d almost forgotten her own self- how could she have remembered him?

“I’m here now,” he told her. “and you’re here, too. And it’s real, I promise.” 

Real. Real, real, real, as real as the long, thin scars than ran down her back, punishment for her crimes. If she closed her eyes, she could just imagine, the crack of the whip, thunder cleaving her skin-

Celaena’s eyes flew open, and suddenly the familiar apartment was too stifling. “Air,” she gasped, and Sam - bless him - didn’t hesitate. He scooped her up like she weighed nothing (probably true) and carried her outside, until she could turn her face up to the sky and sigh.

“What did they do to you?” The words were so faintly spoken that she almost missed them, quiet as they were. She didn’t think he meant for her to hear them, but she turned towards them anyway, meeting his haunted eyes.

He touched her back gently, and where his fingers met the thin cloth and the skin underneath, a fire began, racing up her back - but it felt good. Good, not like hellfire and warm, wet blood. He could see her scars, then, or at least a bit of them. It was no surprise, but Celaena sucked in a breath and turned away. They were marks of shame, the scars of failure. 

“Do you.. want to see them?” she asked when he took her hand and helped her inside. His footsteps were slow, steady - reassuring. Something to cling to. She swallowed. “What they did?”

“Celaena,” he began, setting her gently onto the bed. “If you don’t- I mean..”

“I want to show you,” she said quietly. “They’re.. they’re a part of me now.”

He nodded and took her hand again, brushing a kiss across her knuckles. Her eyes burned. It had been too long - far too long since anyone had touched her like that. Her heart ached, and Celaena suddenly found herself throwing her body at Sam, straight into his arms. He caught her easily, knees hitting the floor. And then she was kissing him, her hands instinctively finding his hair. He touched her gently, as if he was afraid she’d fall apart, light touches like his fingers were butterflies on her back and shoulders and oh-so-softly on her cheek. She sighed into the kiss. Home.

“I’m not complaining,” Sam joked, and her heart leapt when she spotted the faint smile on his face. “but that was.. rather unexpected.”

“I missed you,” she said. “I didn’t know what or who I was missing, all those months… but it was you. Always you.”

He sat back and studied her as if she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. She wasn’t, though, couldn’t be - not with her broken, battered body or her starved face or shattered mind. “I want to see them,” he decided, and she held her breath as he tugged her tunic over her head, baring herself to him.

He went silent when he saw her. A thin, sharp frame; her ribs jutted out as her torso sunk in. There weren’t many scars on the front, though - the worst being a short scar right above her belly button, courtesy of a little fight.

Celaena turned slowly, glad she wouldn’t be able to see Sam’s face when he saw her. A beat of terrible, terrible silence, and she shivered as a trembling finger touched her back.

“Gods,” Sam began, but he couldn’t seem to speak. “Gods.”  

He traced the scars she knew so well. Then he made a half-strangled noise - a sob, she realized. “I wasn’t there,” he murmured, and the words were heavy, thick with unshed tears. She knew immediately those had been the words he’d carried for so long, a burden. “I wasn’t there.”

“You’re here now,” she echoed his words from earlier, turning so she could see him again. Because he was - and he wouldn’t leave her. He’d promised, and it was enough. She reached out and touched his face. “You found me.”

His lips curled up. Slightly - only the ghost of a smile, but it was him. “Celaena,” he whispered.

“Sam,” she replied simply. 

oopsies scars only happened in like one paragraph and some of this is cringe-worthy but it was a great distraction

scars:  Scars: I’ll write your character touching my character’s scars or vice versa

Send me a prompt and characters, and I’ll write you a drabble! (This list is even longer!!)  

Harry One Shot: Forever
*Warning this is a sad one shot"

Forever wasn’t on our side and i sure as hell wish i meet you in another life….
  
“Harry, please don’t cry,” She hoarsely whispered.
 "How am i supposed to stop (y/n) huh! How am i supposed to accept the fact that you, the love of my life, is going to die before we get to spend forever together? How am i supposed to accept the fact that i won’t get to have my children with you, or…or fight over whose turn it is to take care of our baby with you, or hold your hand when we’re old and say that we made it together!? We’ve done nothing to deserve this…nothing! Especially you!“ I said looking up at her for the first time in awhile.
My poor baby. Her poor frail body was hooked up to so many wires and monitors. Her skin wasn’t the same anymore; it was once smooth and velvety but now, it was clammy and covered in goosebumps. Her hair wasn’t as vibrant or silky, and her eyes tired and dull. But to me she was still the most beautiful woman in the world; sick or not.  About six months ago the doctor told us that she had cancer and that it was, sadly, already too late to save her. But that didn’t stop me; i tried everything to save her…to save us. But now the doctor told us to "make her comfortable.”
“Hazza…: She breathed. "You may not be able to have those memories with me… but you will with someone else.”
“No.” I shook my head. “Don’t say that (y/n). There is no one else out there for me. Without you i can’t move on. I can’t live without you, i…i can’t breath without you.” I sobbed.
“Baby you’re gonna have to. I’m dying, there is no more for me. But you…*cough cough * you’ve got so much to give to the world. So much love and happiness. You have to go on. Promise me.” She pleaded.
“No. i can’t do that.” i sobbed into my hands
“Promise me…please.” she whispered. 
I looked up at her again. I stared straight into her beautiful (y/e/c) eyes.
“Only for you my love.” I sniffled with big red puffy eyes.
She weakly smiled and motioned for me to come lay with her. I got up and laid down next to her; my sweet love. 
“Sing to me Haz.” She mumbled while snuggling into my side.
So i did. I sang her favorite song I’m Gonna Be by Sleeping at Last. My heart wrenched every time the time in between the beeps on the heart beat monitor got longer; every time my beautiful princess was slipping away from me.
“Goodnight my love. I’ll see you in the next life." 
Beeeeeeeeeep…


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Anna wrapped her arms tight around herself, wishing her arms were bigger, stronger, just so she could pretend, and turned her face against the shoulder of the sweater, inhaling the faint, fading scent before turning her teary eyes to the mountains, resting her head against the windowpane, and the first of a long line of sobs tore from her throat as she curled in on herself, shoulders shaking, the stars bright and silent above her, mountains dark in the distance as she finally, finally cried herself to sleep.

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