I would like to start off by saying a massive THANK YOU. In fact, thank you doesn’t even begin to convey how utterly grateful I am to everyone who has, at some point, clicked that follow button. The fact that over 11,000 people have taken the time to follow my wee blog blows my mind.
Now I’m going to list some of my favourite blogs and write a little about my friends at the bottom!
(I follow over 400 people so if you’re not on the list I’m sorry! I couldn’t list everyone or I’d have been here all day!)
omg i loved your mistletoe drabble could you write a part two? :)
i wasn’t sure about it but i thought HEY IT’S CHRISTMAS (not really) SO. why not right
The amount of times Barry tries to get him underneath the mistletoe again gets a bit ridiculous. All he could do is ask him, “Hey, I really liked that time we kissed underneath the mistletoe, could we do that again?” but apparently he can’t do that.
It almost seems like fate keeps tempting him, because every time Julian is underneath the mistletoe, Barry just so happens to leave the place or not be able to get there in time.
It becomes a game, somehow, Julian moving away before Barry gets the chance to arrive. And Barry decides to play it — he decides to play along, because he’s an idiot with a crush and those are never good combinations.
Julian is aware of this game — he dares to wink at Barry before turning away from the doorframe, leaving him both frustrated and endeared, which doesn’t make sense, but not a lot of things do when it comes to liking Julian.
Eventually he gives up. He grabs Julian’s arm when he’s about to leave the lab, spins him around, and leans in to kiss him. All at once, Julian melts against the kiss, hands traveling up to Barry’s neck to keep him in place.
Julian breaks away, grinning. “About time.”
Barry really doesn’t have time to deal with his smug ass, so he says, “Shut up and kiss me.” Julian happily obliges.
Okay so I was scrolling through tumblr today and found this wonderful, wonderfulart done by the unbelievably talented @scumashslanderson. Needless to say, the art preoccupied my mind the whole day, because it’s really amazingly done, it made my heart jump like crazy and I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. So this happened.
Kirk closes his eyes and turns his head towards
the dark sky. He can feel the snow falling onto his face. He feels nothing.
Kirk would’ve never thought he’d miss the cold, prickling sensation.
“What are you doing out here?” The voice pulls
Kirk out of his own thoughts and he blinks before turning to face Hernan.
“Aren’t you supposed to be inside with your
family?” He asks, quiet and as neutral as he can. Hernan is. He’s not around
his family as often as he would want to be, Kirk knows that. He doesn’t want
the man wasting his time out here with him, when he could talk to Valentina and
“You’re supposed to be inside too.” Hernan says
as he comes closer, head leant to the side, a sign that he’s waiting for an
explanation from Kirk and is not leaving without it. Not really the way Kirk
would prefer to do this, but it doesn’t seem like he has much of a choice.
“I thought you might enjoy spending some time
alone with them.” Kirk admits. Hernan frowns and Kirk can’t face whatever the
expression will come. His eyes slip to the snow covering the ground around his
feet and he takes a deep breath.
“I know what you’re doing.” He says quietly. “I’m
okay. It’s not a big deal. I would be alright at the tower too.”
“Would you?” Hernan asks, his voice closer than
before. Kirk’s not sure if he used his superspeed or if Kirk himself was just
so distracted, but when he lifts his head once again, Hernan’s standing in
front of him, and moving even closer. “This is your first Christmas without
Tina and Magnus.”
Kirk knows that. Of course he does. He’s well
aware of that. He knows that there won’t be any teasing from Magnus, any smiles
from Tina. He knows there won’t be sitting in front of the fire, there won’t be
those two pushing Kirk into opening the presents. There won’t be faking
surprise (or as much as he was able to do that) while Tina and Magnus look all
too proud with themselves.
No, that’s wrong. There wasn’t that for a long
time now, not with Magnus… there wasn’t
Tina for a long time, and once again Kirk wonders. Maybe, if Kirk noticed,
Magnus would pick a different way for himself. Maybe if Kirk noticed, at least
one of his friends would still be around. How could he not notice anyway? Tina was… Tina was everything at one
point. She was the one that understood Kirk without him even needing to say
anything. Tina was trying to help him, when Kirk was still hating the world
around him, hating himself and Kirk
let her down. She didn’t even get to have a normal funeral. Kirk should’ve
noticed something was wrong. It was all his own fault and –
“It was not
your fault.” Hernan frowns, his hand cupping Kirk’s cheek and frowning down
at him. “There is no way you could’ve known.”
That’s not right. That’s totally and right and
Kirk opens his mouth to tell Hernan just that, but the man swoops in, kissing
him, the warmth of Hernan’s lips tingling on Kirk’s own, making his heart beat
quicker in his chest and Kirk tells himself it’s Hernan’s hands that keep his
face prisoner. All too soon Hernan breaks the kiss, before pressing their
foreheads together, smiling down at Kirk and brushing his thumbs over Kirk’s
“One day, I’m going to make you believe it.”
Kirk doesn’t doubt that. It feels like Hernan
has this tremendous power over Kirk, commandeering his thoughts, steering them
into so many directions. Kirk has no doubts that Hernan will manage to make him
feel less guilty. And he fears that day already.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” Hernan pulls away, his
hands disappearing in his coat and Kirk says himself he doesn’t miss their
warmth already. Then they are back, and Kirk stares at the scarf Hernan’s tying
around his neck. “Val asked me to bring this to you. It was supposed to be your
Christmas present, but she thinks you look too cold out here.”
Kirk blinks and his fingers curl into the
fabric of the scarf. It’s soft and warm, there are small bat symbols at the end
and Kirk’s chest tightens.
“Why would she do this?” He asks, honestly
confused. Hernan doesn’t roll his eyes at him, just smiles again.
“Because you’re family.” Hernan points out. He’s
not trying to persuade Kirk, he’s just stating what he believes and it feels so
overwhelming, that Kirk’s positive he can’t breathe. His chest’s still rising
and falling though, his vision doesn’t black out and he swallows, before
turning away from Hernan, telling himself it’s the strong wind that makes his
Kirk can feel Hernan moving up to him, his arms
curling around Kirk’s waist.
“Should we go inside?” Hernan asks, and Kirk
shakes his head, before leaning back against Hernan’s chest.
“Not just yet. I want to watch the snow for a
It’s impossible for Kirk to feel cold anymore.
But he doesn’t remember feeling this warm ever before.
for people who dont know or care i came out as a lesbian in junior high about 7 years ago. up until, six months ago, i was only into girls and i dont mean ‘gold star lesbians’ who are transphobic i mean all girls, if you were a girl I’d date you if we got along and stuff.
i dont know what changed. maybe i changed. maybe ive always been bisexual but boys (any boys, all boys) starting catching my attention the way all girls do. i spent three months wanting to kill myself because for 7 years i was a lesbian. my friends knew and would joke about it, i had lost friends who thought i would hit on them even tho i knew they were straight (and i wouldn’t, ever.) when i re-came out to my family i was hit with backlash. im still hit with it. nothings changed yet. hopefully soon.
[pulls at his sleeve] Um Mister where are we? This isnt magnostadt so I have no idea where we are?
It seems we are on an island. I too have no idea where we are exactly, but it isn’t Magnostadt… or any other place we know of. But we are trapped here, we can only wait for the time we are freed from this prison.