Survival Starters

“It’s getting dark, we have to find shelter.”
“If we don’t soon find food we’re going to starve to death, even before we get a chance to freeze.”
“You collect branches and I’ll try to hunt for some food…”
“Whatever you do, don’t lose your way back here.”
“Let me look at that. Fuck, that looks painful… we need to find something against the infection.”
“I need to clean the wound. I’m sorry I don’t have anything to numb the pain. Bite down on something, that should help a bit.”
“I can’t feel my feet.”
“I’ve never been this cold in my life… We can’t survive this, can we?”
“It’s been three days since we last saw land… and we’re running low on food.”
“Stop screaming! No one can hear us, you’re just wearing yourself out like this!”
“I don’t know if this is edible, but it’s the only thing I could find.”
“I’m in too much pain. I can’t make it, I’m just holding you back. You need to let me go.”
“If you can’t keep walking, I’m going to have to leave you behind… you know that.”
“What if nobody ever finds us here.”
“I guess we’re lucky the ship sunk close to shore, but why the fuck does it need to be a desert island?!”
“Of all people to get stuck on an island with… Why did it have to be you?”
“There should be a river nearby we can wash in.”
“I can barely remember what food used to taste like…”
“Are you alright? You passed out before. We need to find you something to eat.”
“We need to find shelter. We can continue in the morning when it’s light again.”
“Tell me you have the faintest idea which plants are edible.”
“Just keep talking to me, you’ll be okay. Let me treat your wound.”
“How long have you been sitting here?! Do you WANT to get a heatstroke?”
“What do you miss the most?”
“It can take months for a ship to sail by and even then it’s unlikely they’ll notice us.”
“I’m going insane. There’s water. Water everywhere. I can’t fucking do this anymore.”
“You need to stay in the shade, you’re already sunburned as it is.”
“What was that noise…?”
“Can we please stop arguing? We need to work together if we want to survive.”
“We are the only two people on this entire island, why are we fighting?!”
“We’re the only ones who made it ashore… My name’s [NAME]. Nice to meet you…”
“Any idea how to make a fire?”
“I wish I’d died in that shipwreck… This is torture.”
“On the bright side, at least we’re not alone.”
“Whatever you do… don’t think about pizza.”
“How long do you reckon we can survive for? A couple of days? Weeks? Months?”
“I miss my home. I’m starting to forget what it felt like to sleep in a bed.”
“I hope someone thought about my dog/cat…”
“What are we going to do when one of us dies…?”
“Don’t eat any of that food. I’m going to be sick… I don’t think it’s edible!”

anonymous asked:

hi!!! so one of my favorite cmbyn moments is when oliver tells elio what he wrote on the back of the postcard, and i'd love to hear your thoughts on that scene, such as what exactly he meant by "heart of hearts," what this moment means for them in general -- is oliver saying that he was the truest version of himself with elio? lol sorry if these are silly questions, i'd just love to get a second opinion on that part! thanks so much!

The idiom itself refers to one’s truest feelings, and while I do think this is one layer of meaning, there’s another that’s hinted at earlier.

The line first appears right before they go to Monet’s berm, and it’s in connection with the poet, Percy Bysshe Shelley:

“You do know who is said to have drowned near here,” he said.


“And do you know what his wife Mary and friends did when they found his body?”

“Cor cordium, heart of hearts,” I replied, referring to the moment when a friend had seized Shelley’s heart before the flames had totally engulfed his swollen body as it was being cremated on the shore. Why was he quizzing me?

I’ll tell you why, Elio:

Because Shelley’s heart was handed to his wife Mary who then kept it and carried it with her for the rest of her life.

I think Elio captured Oliver’s heart that day on Monet’s berm. I think Oliver’s heart belonged to Elio ever since. I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING.  

“Cor Cordium” is the epitaph on Shelley’s tombstone. I suspect Oliver knew their relationship wouldn’t survive but that his feelings for Elio would.

Sometime after Monet’s berm, when they’re on the way to the bookstore, “Shelley’s ghost” is said to shadow their every step through town. Then Oliver says something, which, when I first read it, seemed like a sweet reference to the day they kissed, but now haunts me:

“Without thinking, he asked how anyone could drown in such a sea.”

My theory is entropy.
This isn’t supposed to make sense.

That’s the only way I can find to explain you. Explain that I am…
While you remain safely on the shore, wondering why I’m all wet

Some stories just don’t have endings–the dissipation of matter beyond its present state, expanding further and further into the far reaches of the unvierse.

I can’t figure this out. I can’t figure out why I can feel all of this, can feel my very atoms being rearranged into loving you, and not be loved back.

I can’t figure out why I’m getting torn apart by the very force that holds humanity together.
How is it that I can go through so much in life, and I am defined by my capability to feel this kind of pain? How is it that I could tell any story, but this is the only one I can’t stop telling?
I know I am contributing to the flux of the universe,
with every broken line.

I am matter, I matter,
my mass
is equal to
the weight of the words you say,
the ones I write
My volume is
the sound of my heart breaking.

entropy–How you have undone me,

—  Entropy (II)

romaniagirl200  asked:

What if Jon and the batbros are at the Manor and they are playng a board game with damian, and the batbros see Damian acting weird (and blushing) before they realize he has a crush on Jon, and they keep making fun and silly jokes in front of Jon about Dami's crush(Btw jon has a crush o dami too). Sory about my weird ideea but thanks if you understand my weird ideea 😅

“Okay, it’s your turn to roll, Damian,” Jason said.

Damian shook his hand and threw the dice.

“Five and six,” Damian said triumphantly. “Drake, my legionnaires are going to invade your territory.” He moved three small green plastic cavalry figures over to Tim’s side of the board.

“Why me?” Tim protested. “Jon’s border is literally next to yours and he has a smaller army!”

“Well…” Damian paused. He lost his swagger for a few seconds as he struggled to find an excuse. “Well, attacking you is more tactically satisfying, so there,” he said with finality.

“Tactical satisfaction is not a thing,” Tim grumbled. He removed three of his own black horsemen. He glared at Jon, and the younger boy gave him an apologetic look.

“There, there, Tim,” Dick chimed in as he patted Tim’s back. Both he and Jason were laughing now. “That’s the way war goes.”

“Well,” Tim began, “It’s pretty hard fighting against a conjugal army,” he said, emphasizing the word.

“An unspoken union between two armies is good strategy,” Jason mused. “For rich and for poor, in sickness and in health, till game over do them part,” he finished with a wink.

Dick snorted back another fit of laughing. The former Robins were laying on the teasing quite thickly. Damian’s feelings became obvious to them as the game went on. Damian and Jon wouldn’t look at each other directly, but they’d often steal glances of each other. They didn’t even decide their seating arrangements, but Jon and Damian just naturally sat together. Their faces would flush whenever they’d accidentally rub elbows, and they always avoided attacking each other’s side of the board, as if they’d teamed up with each other without saying it. 

The littlest Robin was sporting a crush on Superboy, and it seemed like the feeling was mutual. 

Dick turned to Jon. “Okay, it’s your turn,” he said with a smile.

“Okay,” Jon gulped. The way the board was stacked, he could only attack Dick or Damian, and if he attacked Dick, his meager army would get crushed. “Uhm…I attack…”

“If you’re going to attack me, be my guest,” Dick interrupted. “I’m going to do a tactical retreat.”

“What?” Jon blinked innocently. “Why?”

“I’m shoring up my forces for a big attack later,” Dick said with a wink.

“Okay…well then, I attack you!” Jon declared. 

Dick took off two of his pieces and then turned to Jason and Tim with a manic glint in his eyes. 

“Okay, for my turn,” he began mischievously. “I’m going to use all my forces to attack both of you.”

“But you can’t do that, you’ll lose the game if you don’t have a single defender.” Jason counted Dick’s horses with a finger.

“Dick, that’ll kill all three of us,” Tim complained.

“It’s called a kamikaze,” Dick explained. “And yes, it’s a thing.”

“I know what a kamikaze is,” Tim grumbled.

Dick gave the two former Robins a knowing look. They both nodded and then he herded them out of the room, leaving Damian and Jon alone. 

“You think this will work,” Dick?” Jason asked as he closed the door. 

“It’ll at least help,” Dick said. “Damian just needs a bit of privacy to let his walls down around Jon. Besides, if they still need to work at it, we have more board games.”

“Monopoly?” Tim suggested.

“Are you crazy?” Jason chided. “Remember the last time the League came over to play Monopoly? Alfred nearly had a heart attack when he saw the laser burns on the upholstery.”

“And it took us a week to get rid of the slimy fish smell out of the carpet,” Dick added.

“Fine, fine.” Tim threw his hands up. They agreed to never mention Monopoly ever again.

Sehun scenario - Don’t let me go

Originally posted by starricks-moustache


summary: “Friends with benefits” is never a good idea when one of you is bound to fall in love with the other.

Genre: angst (happy ending)

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Getting older sucks sometimes.

Nick’s mom just called. His dad just got admitted to the hospital in La Jolla, two hours away. He just turned 80, and he’s had some recent health issues after a lifetime of being invincible. She can’t drive (she’s 78 and I’m poor health), so Nick is going down there to drive her home tonight and back to the hospital in the morning.

I’m trying not to worry. I love my in-laws so much it hurts. I can’t sleep, so I’m watching Chesapeake Shores and wondering why Hallmark shows have nothing but white people.

Just Friends (Jake X MC)

Summary: After the underwater kiss shared between the two, they struggle to communicate their feelings to one another.


As I rubbed my eyes from last night’s sleep, I glanced around the room hoping to find someone. However, once my gaze falls upon the vacant room I quickly come to realize the bliss I felt falling asleep in his arms was only a dream.

Finding no reason to sulk, I hop out of bed and ready myself for the adventures La Huerta had awaiting me. I leave my spacious room and navigate through the hotel, almost completely adjusted to my home away from home. I reach the lobby swiftly and catch glances of a few of my classmates. Raj, Michelle, and Craig all lounged around on the small sofas and I was tempted to join them. Yet, I found myself being pulled towards the pool area in hopes to find him.

My tennis shoes seem to echo on the tiled floor of the Celestial’s lobby until I finally reach the door to the resort’s luxury pool. Upon stepping outside, my eyes immediately fall on the rugged pilot. His arms are propped behind his head, feet crossed over one another as he lounges in the hammock. I find a small grin playing at my lips as I admire him.

I close the distance between us and stand to the side of the hammock, my hands on my hips. “Room for one more, Top Gun?” My voice questions, causing Jake’s eyes to open. He immediately smirks at my proposition and attempts to scoot over, making room for me. I carefully maneuver my limbs into the netted cocoon, causing the hammock to shift at my weight.

At first, we remain distant from one another. He folds his arms across his chest almost as if he was shielding himself from me and I was inclined to do the same. After a few more moments, we both seem to relax. My body shifts towards his, my head coming to rest on his chest. Jake uncrosses his arms and wraps one around my waist, his thumbs lightly tracing random patterns across my skin.

“Princess,” He suddenly states, causing me to adjust my head to look towards him. “I was wondering, how much do you remember about our boat wrecking that other day?” My heart beat seems to quicken at his words. He couldn’t be referring to the kiss, was he?

My mind seems to race before I can string together a response. “I remember feeling weightless, then hitting the water hard. All I remember after that was washing up on shore, why do you ask?” I didn’t want to admit to my feelings, I couldn’t find the courage. As I responded, his face seemed to fall at my words. It seemed like he wanted me to remember the kiss, or maybe I was just making it all up because I have feelings for him.

“Well, I would have hoped you remembered this,” Jake answers. He lifts my chin and gently presses his lips to mine. I don’t hesitate to kiss him back, wanting to savor every moment of it before it ends. Our lips seemed to move perfectly in sync, the kiss quickly becoming more desperate, more passionate. Jake’s hands find my waist as he positions my body atop of his, allowing him to have greater access to my mouth. His hands endlessly roam my body, touching and squeezing every curve and every valley.

After a few more moments, I pull away, my eyes locked on his. His bright blue eyes seemed to have darken after our heated kiss, and I can’t help but smirk. “I did remember, trust me. I just didn’t want to bring it up if the feelings weren’t mutual,” My eyes quickly shift from his, not wanting to admit my insecurities to him. He immediately pulls my chin towards him, forcing our eyes to meet once again.

“Trust me princess, the feelings are mutual,” He confirms, causing me to peck his lips once again.

“Just friends, my ass!” A voice suddenly exclaims, causing our gazes to shift towards Diego. I feel my cheeks redden as Jake bursts into laughter. I bury my head into his chest, hoping to escape the conversation.

His hands smooth over my hair as he yells in response, “Thanks for ruining the moment! Now, if you don’t mind I’d like to continue making out with your best friend,” I chuckle into his chest and lift my head, checking to see if Diego had left us alone once again. “Now, where were we?”

New Jersey Gothic

- The deli on the corner has been abandoned for years. Why do the delivery trucks still show up every Wednesday? Who is moving around behind the dusty window?

- The condos appeared, as if overnight. Nobody moved in, but more condos have appeared since then. They’re multiplying.

- The light shines into your room every night. “Can’t we put that on a motion sensor?” you ask. “It is,” your mother says quietly.

- Rubbernecking on the Parkway; another accident due to the roadwork. You have to stare as they continue building, crushing the smoldering vehicle beneath a concrete pylon. Before the roof goes, two glassy eyes meet yours.

- Everyone joked about the Italian Ice place being run by the mob. “This tastes like blood,” you say without thinking. The man at the counter smiles wider.

- Taking a wrong turn in an unfamiliar town, it’s always unnerving to see people leering at you from their front stoops. It’s worse when they’re not people.

- The whoosh of cars is the only sound you know. It gets louder and louder until your ears ring with it. You’ll never cross the street.

- You struggle to squeeze through the space between yours and your neighbors’ house. It wasn’t this close yesterday.

- “Stronger than the Storm,” a bumper sticker reads. You shudder to think what force of nature might make good on that promise.

- “There’s nothing across the Delaware,” Dad always said, “Nothing.” But some nights you go to the river and, if you look hard, you can see a faint light moving in the empty fields.

- The train speeds through Secaucus Junction, and you catch a glimpse of some night passengers idling on the platform. They don’t seem to notice the twisted, shambling shapes beyond the train station.

- You know there’s a stretch of road that goes through the Pine Barrens, from the shore to Philadelphia. Why can’t you ever remember driving it? Why do you always have a splitting headache after the trip?

- The boardwalk still hasn’t recovered from the storm; all the arcades are dim and closed. But every night at midnight, the calliope music keeps us up for hours.


Peter Pan x Mermaid!Reader | Part 3

Summary: Part 1  Part 2  Part 4

Fic Type: Peter Pan x Mermaid!Reader Series

Warnings: Uhh… None?

Author’s Note: Okay… Umm… So, here’s part three. Enjoy, and (as always) comment to be added to the tag list. 

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Glass Sword
  • <p> <b>Cal:</b> What did one ocean say to the other ocean?<p/><b>Mare:</b> I don't know.<p/><b>Cal:</b> Nothing, they just waved.<p/><b>Mare:</b> Cal...<p/><b>Cal:</b> Do you sea what I did?<p/><b>Mare:</b> What the heck...<p/><b>Cal:</b> I'm shore you did...<p/><b>Mare:</b> Why are we friends?<p/><b>Cal:</b> Don't be such a beach.<p/></p>
Into the Dark (11/?)

Title: Into the Dark

Pairing: Hardy x Hannah

Rating: Adult

Warnings: Stalking, Sexy times

Summary: Alec swore off women after his marriage ended, and Hannah is in no rush to date again after breaking Ben’s heart, but sparks fly when they meet. The only problem is that someone else wants Hannah all to himself. Will Hardy be able to protect her? Will Hannah let him?

Notes: OMG I haven’t updated this fic since MAY?!?! Y’all, I am SO SORRY!!! My schedule has been absolutely ridiculous lately, especially work over the summer months, and I just haven’t been in a creative headspace lately. I can’t promise the next chapter will come quickly, but I can promise not to make you wait another 4-5 months! 

Previously on Into the Dark

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