Hi there! Bear with me here, all of this Anti hype has made me feel the need to throw out my own thoughts, so here I go: So in January, when Anti (or Jack, depending on the theories) started showing up again, we all started wondering when something big was going to happen, right? We first thought it was going to be on Jack's birthday, and then Valentine's day - both of which nothing happened. Now we're all theorizing it's going to be in the 100th RYC. Part 1/5
But…what about April Fools day? I mean, think of the possibilities! Imagine this: Jack uploads an average everyday video of himself playing a new game. And then suddenly, just like what happened during “Say Goodbye”, things begin to get a tad bit strange. Jack keeps getting distracted by sounds here and there that aren’t a part of the game, his behavior is beginning to seem off (head twitching, changes in his voice), and the screen glitches out a few times to show either Anti or Jack.
And then we finally get what we’ve wanted: an actual on-screen struggle for control between Anti and Jack. We’re all rooting for Jack to gain control, of course. It’s getting intense and it’s looking grim, but in the end, Jack comes out as the winner; Anti letting out a frustrated scream as he’s forced back inside. And at this point, Jack drops the act and straight out says “April Fools” to all of us and makes a small speech about how much fun he’s had bringing Anti back.
He wishes us a happy, fun, and safe April Fools day before doing the outro. We think it’s over as soon as the screen goes black, but it’s not. Suddenly, the screen goes glitchy. Anti (or who we think is Anti) shows up on screen, panting shakily, looking beyond desperate and frightened. He leans in close to the screen and pleads in a raspy, drained voice, “Help me. Please! He never left! He’s still - !” Only to unexpectedly get cut off by a pair of hands reaching out from behind him,
covering his mouth, muffling his screams for help, as he gets pulled backward into the darkness. And then the screen cuts to black so suddenly, we don’t get to see anything else, leaving us in horror at the realization that THAT was Jack and that Anti is still in control! That this WHOLE thing was all a sick, cruel joke from the start, basically just Anti toying with us into believing we actually got our precious green bean back! Sorry for the REALLY long speech! Just freaking out is all ^^“
Hi! So I have a cat and I know that cats don't always purr when they're happy right? So he's always putting his lil heart out and I was wondering are there any give always to tell a happy purr from an unhappy one? I want make sure he's as happy and comfortable as possible! Thank you! 😊
I really like this question because you’re not just asking me to tell you why he’s purring - you’re using what you already know to learn more and then increase your own ability to figure out your cat.
Context will be a large part: did something happen, is he hurt, etc. Often a dilated pupil even in bright light can indicate pain if he’s purring. You can also check for responsive behavior - happy cats engage with people and touch, stressed or hurting cats may sit stiffly when touched or ignore their name and treats.
“YOU KISSED HARRY STY—“ Louis claps his hand over Zayn’s mouth. Zayn lets out a muffled sorry.
“Yes,” Louis hisses. “Well, I kissed him back anyway. I think maybe I was drugged or something. Okay, no I wasn’t. Shouldn’t joke about that. I’m just. Oh god. I am very confused right now.” He clears his throat to firmly say, “I would like to defend myself by saying that I was just trying to go take a piss, and then Harry decided to rub his lips all over me.”
Zayn’s eyes bug out of his head. “All over you? Like did you guys—“
“No! I meant just like, all over my lips. And like my neck a bit. It was mostly his hands that were rubbing my bum—“
“Told you he liked your bum, mate.”
“Oh my god. Shut up. It doesn’t matter. I’m drunk. Clearly. That is the only reason this happened. Yes, and Harry must be really drunk to have done this. He probably won’t even remember this happened. We should just forget this whole thing.”
“Dude. Harry Styles just got on a stage and fucking killed it singing an Ariana Grande song. People are going to be talking about how amazing he was for weeks. Months probably. He definitely wasn’t that drunk.”
I'm embarrassed to ask but since I'm anon I'll do it. You are so intelligent and I know you're trying to make a point with the Orwell, Animal Farm quotes but they are going over my head and I can't fit in what you are trying to say. The "pig to man" etc. Please nobody laugh at me because this is a humble, honest question. If you feel like it maybe late,r would you mind writing something easy so we could understand your thoughts? I also don't understand shy Sam is acting this way. Thank you.
I followed the Italian breadcrumbs from Diana’s retweets and what do you know they lead right to this:
“Never listen when they tell you that Man and the animals have a common interest, that the prosperity of the one is the prosperity of the others. It is all lies. Man serves the interest of no creature except himself.” ― George Orwell, Animal Farm
Maybe later I’ll write something, but for now I will sit back and see where this shitshow ends up. If nothing else, it is entertaining.
This is super personal and takes a lot for me to post this because I’m so self conscious about it.
This is why I don’t like when people say I’m “perfect”, Because I know in the back of my head I’m hiding things for everyone.
Today I ended up becoming so STRESSED I basically pulled out my entire eyebrow…. little messed up sounding right!?
People are good at hiding their insecurities and imperfections but on the inside they can feel completely broken. Anyone who is going through something mentally is fighting a war with their self and I don’t think there’s any harder battle than that because when does it end?
Some days you’re perfectly capable and other days you want to hide or fall through the cracks or break down. Putting on a smile infront of strangers or in public when you really want to cry is draining.
We don’t even understand our own self descriptive behaviours because if we did we wouldn’t be doing it or doing everything we knew to prevent it.
On some deep inner consciousness we are creating these habits for a reason and until we figure what that is we live with many harmful actions. This goes for any type of disorder out there.
All we can do is keep working on being aware of what we’re doing and really focus, we want to heal and feel better. ❤️
So I work on the sales floor of my store and I was pulling out food section forward at around 10 @ night. I go through everything ok until I hit the dreaded cereal isle (one of everyone least favorite isles besides chips). So I pull everything forward and putting them back into their right spots when I notice that one of the stacks of cereals wasn’t going back correctly. I try to see it it was caught in something and then I see there’s something behind it. We’ve been finding a lot of bouncy balls on shelves so I thought ‘hey someone might have thrown it back there on accident’. Nbd to be honest until I start pulling the cereal off to get it. And what do I find but a diet Snapple bottle. A consumed bottle with a little liquid left which to me made it seem like they stole it and hid it but that’s not the bad part. The bad part is that there was stuff growing inside of it. The best part was that it was 20 ft from a trash ca
Apologies, I don't want to sound like I'm correcting you on your own personal experience, but reading your response to that "just fat people" bullshit blog, there was something that struck me as dissonant. You said (forgive me for not having the exact words) that you were at one point at a healthy weight, by vomiting constantly. I would think that, by definition, it couldn't be a healthy weight if you had to get sick to reach it. "Healthy," maybe, but "healthy" ain't always healthy, y'know?
You’re right, I should say “considered a healthy weight” since no one cared I was vomiting all day as long as I could fit into a size 10.
if you still compulsively check my blog like you always did even when we were friends… hey. i hope you learned something from this. friends aren’t people you can criticize daily and expect them to stick around. you can’t text me about how i fucked up after every single time we spend time together and expect me to want to spend more time with you. have a great life. get out there and do something with it because self pity isn’t doing much for you right now. you’re smarter than this.
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Ah yes today is one of those bitter sweet days. So I’m going to talk space pirate au at y'all.
So basically Lance and hunk never really thought about leaving home for over a year. They just wanted a two week vacation in space and it ended up changing since they found the cores.
However they do come back home once in awhile when tension gets to be too much for everyone on the castle ships. Their water planet is the perfect place to relax and forget for a little bit about their daily stresses.
Lance is excited to bring shiro home. Especially to meet his family. Who basically decide to adopt him like hunks family has already adopted Keith and Pidge.
Seriously though if y'all can please ask me questions about space pirate au… im dying because all my shance stuff is still wips right now or I can’t share. I need to talk about something. -sobs-
Can you say more about why Midnight Memories album is so special for you?
1) well it’s just truly,,, iconic it’s probably one of my favourite albums of all times, it’s connected with so many memories of mine, it’s absolutely amazing, my favourite 1d songs are on it (right now for example), many of the songs just make me feel So Much and there’s so much starting to show abt the boys’ writing 2) literally look: bse, story of my life, diana, midnight memories, you and i, dont forget where you belong !!!! strong !!!! happily !!! RIGHT NOW !!!!, little black dress, through the dark !!!!, SOMETHING GREAT !!!, little white lies, better than words (truly,, iconic)!!!, why dont we go there !!!!, DOES HE KNOW !!!, ALIVE !!!!, half a heart,,,, iconic
“But!” Akira took a small step back and Ellis let him go looking a little disappointed “We should probably wait.” “Oh.” Ellis said feeling a little confused. “Sex is a big step and it only makes things more complicated.” Akira said. “I thought you wanted to jump my bones?” Ellis said a little sheepishly. “I do.” Akira said, his eyes lingering on Ellis chest for a second “But as I said, we should do this slow - do it right.” “You’ve got way more self-control than me.” Ellis chuckled a little. Akira raised an eyebrow “Oh yeah?” “I’m not a crazy sex-maniac or something.” Ellis said feeling himself blush a little. “Eli relax.” Akira smirked a little “I used to date around, a lot, so I guess I’m just trying to do it right this time. You’re special to me.” “Oh.” Ellis said “I see. Should I go home then?” he asked, not sure what to do next. “You could.” Akira said “Or you could just sleep here, next to me. No pressure.” Akira shrugged. “I am a little tired.” Ellis admitted “I might as well just sleep here.” “And I’ll make you breakfast.” Akira said and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. Ellis turned his head at the last second and kissed him on the mouth. “You’re not getting away that easily.” he smirked a little. “Oh yeah?” Akira wrapped his arms around him again, not being able to contain himself it seemed.
I wrote a little (2.5k) snowed in fic because of this fic wish. The wish was for “good fluffy fic” so I hope its at least little bit of both. Rest or the tumblr fics, the fics in ao3, and if you haven’t read the winter exchange fics, those are here and here. Beta thanks to @mollokoplus
The Blizzard Affair
There would be no extraction, Waverly informed them. Not right now at least. The blizzard was too strong and there was no emergency. They had a roof over their heads and canned food in the cabinets, even a fire in the fireplace. The windows were rattling as the storm shook the cabin but it was better than nothing.
The blizzard began as they left Bucharest. The snow was falling nearly horizontal in the heavy wind. The road were reasonably clear when they turned towards the cabin. But two hours later, after they had extracted the needed information from the computer behind the false wall in the cellar, the storm had built snow walls around the gate and fence surrounding the cabin and nearly covered the car. Even if they shoveled the snow away there was fresh snow falling constantly and the narrow roads ahead would be undrivable. They were snowed in.
yep, definitely! also let’s face it, lance would totally do this
on a completely different note, guess who’s finally found its missing journal! that’s right, me!
moment you arrive in your apartment, you already know that something is wrong.
The lights are off and everything around you is so quiet, so silent that you
could almost swear that you could hear your own footsteps as you begin to walk
around the house.
You walk around the living room
first, trying to see if something’s off. The couches are in the right place,
and everything seems to be in the right place. You stay for a little longer,
watching for any suspicious noises, but there in the end there’s none. You
furrow your eyebrows before you begin to walk toward the kitchen, slowly and
carefully, trying to make your footsteps light, trying to make your footsteps
As soon as you’ve reached the kitchen, you’re
greeted with the same silence and the same darkness that you’ve met earlier
while you had been in the living room. You narrow your eyes into a squint as
you look around, trying to look for any clues but there’s none. The chairs are
still in their proper order, and the dishes are still where they’re supposed to
be—washed and clean and unused. Everything seems to be in their proper order,
and nothing seems to be wrong at all.
furrow your eyebrows once more, allowing a frown to make its way toward your
lips as you suddenly halt in your stops, standing in the centre of the kitchen,
still and unmoving. For a moment, you think that maybe it’s just you being paranoid
and overthinking things. But then an idea pops into your head and a moment
later you find yourself moving once more, walking in the direction of your
a moment, you’ve almost forgotten your original purpose of walking toward your
bedroom. You’re storming, your footsteps loud and thunderous and seemingly
echoing in the silence of your own home. And then you immediately halt in your
steps the moment you’ve reached the door, almost as if some sort of sense has been
suddenly knocked into you.
take a deep breath, almost as though you’re trying to summon all the courage
that’s been left inside of you. A few moments pass, and you slowly begin to
raise one of your hands and knock softly against the door. Again, you’re
greeted with only nothing but silence. You try again once more, this time
knocking just a little louder than before. There’s no reply, and you could feel
your heart beginning to beat just a little faster than normal, could feel your
heart race and thump just a little rapidly against your ribcage.
puff your cheeks and allow a soft exhale to escape your lips before beginning
to turn the knob and finally opening the door. You open it slightly, and upon
hearing the door creak you could almost swear that your breath hitches in your
throat. It takes you a few moments to fully open the door, having found the
need to stop and calm yourself down, and it takes you
another few to be able to finally go inside and step into the room.
your arrival, darkness, as always, begins to greet you. Silence begins to
surround you as well, and the only sound you could hear is the sound of your
own breathing, which is soft and quiet and doesn’t particularly bother you that
begin to look around, allowing your gaze to scan everything around you. Is there
something wrong? You aren’t sure. Is the bed out of place? No. Is the couch out
of place? Nope. Is the bookshelf out of place? No. Are there any books missing?
that you’re certain with any of your answers, but it’s not like you’ll be able
to discover the truth easily with the room still being dark. You begin to walk
toward where the light switch is, trying to figure out the exact location of
where it’s placed. You finally find it and you’re about to switch the lights on
until a voice from somewhere around the room begins to speak, startling you and
almost making you shriek.
impossibly fast and strong,” the voice begins, and immediately you drop your
hands from the wall, allowing it to rest against your side, motionless and
still as you turn around, allowing your gaze to wander in search of whoever the
speaker had been.
the fuck…?” you mumble softly as you narrow your eyes into a squint in order to
see better in the dark. There’s a person in front of you, and though you
couldn’t figure out who exactly it is due to the darkness still surrounding
you, you could still tell that the figure’s a man.
there?” you ask, saying the words as loudly as you could. You clench your hands
into fists against your side as you open your mouth to continue, trying to
sound threating and intimidating as you say your next words. “If you don’t
reveal yourself I’m going to have to call the police.”
hear a sound of chuckling coming from in front of you, and you narrow your eyes
again as if in concentration, having found the sound familiar and recognizable.
You rack your brain, searching through your mind and trying to discover as to
where you’ve heard the sound before. As soon as the answer finally hits you,
your eyes almost widen in disbelief.
you call out, your voice soft as a whisper, though with the silence surrounding
the both of you, it’s too loud, seemingly echoing around the room. There’s
uncertainty and tentativeness evident in your voice, and it still doesn’t seem
to go away as you open your mouth to continue. “Lance, is that you?”
the man, now known as Lance, replies, his voice just as soft and as quiet as
yours. It takes him a few moments to continue, and when he finally does the
words come out louder, seemingly more cheerful, more enthusiastic than before.
“But that’s not what you’re supposed to say.”
you ask, furrowing your eyebrows at him even though you’re certain that he
couldn’t clearly see you. “I don’t understand…”
okay,” he says after a moment, and even without being able to clearly see him
you could still that he’s smiling as he says the words. “I’m just going to
blink once, twice, thrice at him, still not being able to figure out what
exactly it is that he means. A few moments of silence begins to settle between
the two of you and you’re about to open your mouth to ask him what he meant by
his previous words but before you could even do so, he’s already interrupted
you, clearing his throat as if in preparation to speak his next words.
impossibly fast and strong,” he repeats, his voice soft and quiet. He almost
sounds like a ghost, and if you didn’t know it was him you’d probably been out
of your room now, running for your safety, running for your life. But you know
it’s him, so instead of feeling spooked out and creeped by it, you just feel
confused. You don’t open your mouth to interrupt him, though, expecting him to
continue his words and finally explain whatever it is he’s trying to do,
whatever it is that’s going on.
A moment of silence passes between you and he
finally opens his mouth to continue his words. Only, no explanation seems to
come out of his mouth. Instead, it seems to be a continuation of his previous
words, and just like before, it doesn’t really make sense that much.
impossibly fast and strong,” he repeats once more, in that same soft, ghostly
tone of voice that he’s used before to creep you, probably even weird you out.
It takes him a moment to continue, and when he does you could almost swear that
his voice has gotten quieter and the room just got colder, like it’s trying to
really scare you. “Your skin is pale white and ice cold. Your eyes change
colour, and sometimes you speak—like you’re from a different time. You never
eat or drink anything. You don’t go out in the sunlight…”
pauses, and takes another deep breath, like he’s trying to prepare himself for
his next words, for the climax of it all. It takes him a moment to finally open
his mouth and continue and when he does, the words come out softer than before,
almost as though it’s a whisper. “… How old are you?”
you begin, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion at his words. “I’m old enough,
I guess…? Is there something wrong?” You voice your reply out with so much
uncertainty that it almost seems like a question than an actual, factual
statement. Still, Lance doesn’t even seem deterred by the uncertainty in your
voice or your seemingly vague response. You could almost even swear that he’s
nodding along at your words, almost as if he’s trying to encourage you to say
something, to do something, though you aren’t exactly sure what that certain
something is, or whatever it is he’s trying to get at.
walks a few steps forward, stopping only when he’s a few feet away from you. He
plants his feet on the ground and keeps his distance, almost as if he’s scared
to get too close to you, almost as if he’s scared to get too near to you. You
briefly ponder about the strangeness of this, of everything that’s happening
right now. Is there something wrong with you? Why is your boyfriend acting
strange? Did you do something wrong? Did he got possessed by some sort of
shake your head and try to dismiss all the previous thoughts in your head,
deeming them too farfetched and unlikely to happen. You tell yourself that
you’re just going to ask him whatever the problem with him—with the two of you
today—but right now you have to think of a way to properly address your
concerns, to properly ask your questions.
There’s a moment of silence surrounding the
both of you and this time, it’s him who opens his mouth to break it. When the
words finally escape his mouth, they come out soft, gentle, though just like
before, still a bit ghostly and breathy. “… And how long have you been ‘old
furrow your eyebrows at his words once more, allowing a frown to make its way
toward the corners of your lips. “Um,” you say and the uncertainty is back in
your voice, and you think that this time, it’s seemingly worse than before.
“For a while now?”
nods his head once more at your words, seemingly in approval. It takes him a
moment to continue and when he does his voice has seemed to drop an octave and
his words seem to have sounded just a little softer, gentler than before. “I
know what you are.”
you ask, sounding evidently confused. Your voice seems to have risen an octave
higher as you continue your words. “Look,” you say, and your tone seems to have
shifted from one of confusion to one of frustration and annoyance. “I don’t
know what it is you’re doing but it really confuses me. What are we doing? Why
am I a part of this? What even is this? Are we trying to do something funny?”
panting for breath by the time your little speech ends, and you huff in
annoyance as you turn around and begin to fumble for the light switch once
more. You open the light switch on and watch as light begins to flood the room,
squinting your eyes at the sudden brightness of the area. It’s only after a few
moments that you finally turn around, and as soon as you do, you almost shriek
in surprise and shock because standing only a few metres away from you is Lee Lance,
your boyfriend who’s been acting weird the moment you arrive at your apartment…
but still your boyfriend.
he’s standing too close to you and the action is too unexpected that you have
to place a hand on your chest in order to calm your heart down. You narrow your
eyes into a glare as you look at him, allowing another frown to decorate your
features. “You nearly killed me there!” you remark, voice rising an octave
higher with every word you speak. When you finally open your mouth to voice out
your next words, the annoyance and irritation is gone, replaced by something
akin to curiosity, and possibly a bit of confusion. “What the hell was that
really don’t know what that is?” he asks, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
When he opens his mouth to continue, you could almost swear that he sounds
disappointed, even sad. “You really don’t know what I—we’re—trying to do
you reply, shaking your head in exasperation. You allow a sigh of frustration
as you open your mouth to continue, in a voice that clearly shows off your
irritation, as well as your annoyance (to the topic, not him. Everyone knows
that you—or even everybody—can never be mad to someone as adorable as Lee Lance).
“Am I supposed to?”
he replies, his voice sounding soft as a whisper. A frown makes its way toward
the corners of his lips and it takes him a moment to continue. When the words
are finally out of his lips, they sound soft, almost as if he’s unsatisfied by
the answer that you’ve previously given him. “I was trying to get you to
re-enact your favourite scene from your favourite film.”
favourite film?” you ask, almost as if in disbelief. You raise an eyebrow at
him, almost as if you find his words incredulous and nonsensical, which is what
they are… but still. “I don’t remember my favourite film having a scene as ugly
he asks, his eyes widening in disbelief. He furrows his eyebrows at you in
confusion and his mouth open and closes, like he’s about to say something but
decides not to at the last moment. He seems shocked at your words, almost as if
he couldn’t believe whatever it is that has come out of your mouth. It takes
him a moment to finally recover and he looks torn, heartbroken by the time he
opens his mouth to break the growing silence between you and say something.
I…” he begins, his voice sounding confused. He trails off for a bit, and he
seems like he’s trying to think of the proper words to say next. It takes him a
moment to continue and when he does his voice is soft, gentle and you could
almost swear that he sounds just a little sadder than before. “But I thought
your favourite film was Twilight.”
a moment, you’re silent, seemingly unable to say anything, seemingly rendered
speechless by his words. But then a few moments later you’re laughing and it’s
the kind of laugh that hurts because it’s so loud and noisy that it almost
seems like a screech than an actual laugh. It’s the kind of laugh that has everyone—your
friends, your family, and even your acquaintances—dubbing you as some kind of
dying hyena—or whale, depending on who you’re with.
the kind of laugh that has you rolling on the floor and clutching your stomach
and kicking your legs in the air because you couldn’t hold the laughter in and
you couldn’t stop it no matter how much you try. It’s the kind of laugh that
has you crying and gasping for breath, and it’s the kind of laugh that seems a
lot more like a scream for help than an actual laughter. And well, it’s the
kind of laugh that people has different opinions of: it’s the kind of laugh
that others find cute and adorable and also the kind of laugh that seems to
frustrate and annoy people more than anything else in the world.
this case, it seems like it’s the latter. While Lance and you have been
together for a while now that he knows you more than anyone else (sometimes
even more than yourself) and probably knows that you mean no harm with your
laughter, you do know that the sound of it could be mocking to other people.
You do know that it sounds like you’re making fun of them, of their mistakes,
even if you’re not, even if you didn’t mean to.
you quickly notice the expression on his face—sad and pouty and seemingly
disappointed with the turn of events—the laughter that seems to keep bubbling
up in your throat immediately dies down. You quickly try to break the silence,
clearing your throat as if in an attempt to make things less awkward. It takes
you a moment to speak, having to delay for a bit in order to think of the
proper words to say next, but when the words finally spill out of your lips,
they come out soft, breathy, gentle.
you say, and he looks up at you the moment you open your mouth to speak. He
looks like a puppy, a very cute one, if you might add, and immediately, you
feel guilty for even laughing at him—his words—in the first place. “I’m so
sorry for doing that. It’s just that I… I got caught in the moment… And your
words… they’re really funny that I couldn’t help laughing…”
trail off, allowing your words, both spoken and unspoken, to hang in the air
between the two of you. You worry your bottom lip between your teeth as you
lower your head, almost as if in shame and embarrassment, and look at the floor
instead of at him. You don’t even know whatever it was that you’d said, but you
silently hope that you’ve managed to, at the very least, say the right things.
You don’t know what you’re going to do if it doesn’t come out the right way.
okay,” he says after a moment. You look up at him the moment the first word
begins to leave his mouth, and you could see that there’s a small smile trying
to make its way toward the corners of his lips. “It’s not really a big deal.”
eyes widen, seemingly going hopeful at his words. “Really?” you ask and you
could almost swear that your eyes are bright with something that is akin to joy
he replies, nodding his head at your words. You could almost swear that the
smile on his face transforms into something akin to a smirk, though before you
could even study it further and think about it even more, it’s already gone and
replaced by something else that you aren’t quite sure of. “But I thought your
favourite film is Twilight?” he
continues, his tone laced with curiosity and inquiry.
you reply, shaking your head and giving him a look of disgust upon the mention
of the name. “It’s not my favourite film at all. As a matter of fact, it’s too
far from it.”
he asks, furrowing his eyebrow in confusion. He looks like he couldn’t just
make sense of your words, and when he opens his mouth to continue, confusion
seeps into his tone, dark and really, really obvious. “But you always try to
quote it to me whenever you can…?”
way he voices out his words make it seem like he’s asking you a question, which
you think is what he’s probably trying to do, considering that he only seems to
be getting more and more confused with your replies and answers.
doing it ironically,” you reply, and you allow a small smile to make its way
toward your lips as you look at him once more, trying to study the expression
on his features. You could see that he’s still giving you that confused look of
his, like he’s trying to silently ask you to explain whatever it is that you meant,
like he’s trying to silently ask you to elaborate the words you’ve previously
uttered. You merely give him a small smile as you open your mouth and begin
trying to mock it,” you say, and you lick your lips almost as if to prepare
yourself for the next words you’re going to utter. “I’m trying to make fun of
the film by acting like I really, really love it when in reality, I just
really, really hate it. It’s like I’m making it into a meme—only it doesn’t
spread from one person to another.”
is the only thing that seems to accompany you for a moment. There’s no words
spoken between the two of you; you’re watching him, waiting for his expression
to shift into something new and he, on the other hand, seems to be mulling your
words over, almost as if he’s trying to process your words in his brain.
then a moment later it’s finally over, and he’s nodding his head at your words,
almost as if in understanding. “Oh,” he says softly, like it’s a remark of some
sort, a comment of some kind. “Oh,” he says again, repeating his words as he
nods his head and looks up at you. “So that’s what it was.”
you say, nodding your head as well in agreement. The corners of your lips quirk
up into a small smile as you open your mouth to say something. “That’s what it
few moments of silence passes between the two of you, and it only seems to grow
by the second. You’re both silent, seemingly still not having found the words
to say. But then a few seconds later the silence is finally over, and he’s
opening his mouth to say something and break it, all the while holding out his
arms for you as some sort of greeting.
here,” he says, his voice soft, gentle as though it were a whisper. You could
see that the corners of his lips are quirked up into a small smile, and you
could see that his eyes are bright with something akin to love, aglow with
something akin to joy and adoration. “I haven’t greeted you properly the moment
you arrived home.”
a moment, you’re quiet, seemingly taken aback by the suddenness of his actions.
And then you’re raising an eyebrow at him, seemingly in amusement. “Really?”
you ask, and your voice is playful, mischievous, almost as though you’re
teasing him (which is what you are currently doing… probably.)
bottom lip juts out into a pout and he looks up at you with wide, puppy eyes.
He’s trying to act cute again, manipulating you and trying to get you to do
whatever it is that he wants. “Come here,” he repeats once more, and you could
notice that the tone of his voice seems childlike. You bite your lip and try to
hide the smile that threatens to encompass your features, shaking your head at
him. He pouts once more at you, and tries to urge you to reconsider your
options once more by wiggling his outstretched arms into the air, which you
you refuse to open your mouth and say a word or go over to him to be trapped in
his embrace, he opens his mouth to speak once more. “Come over here,” he
repeats, seemingly for the umpteenth time that day. You could almost swear that
he sounds like he’s whining now, like he’s some sort of a child who didn’t
manage to get their desired present for their birthday, or even the Holidays.
You raise an eyebrow at him in amusement once more, though you refuse to open your
mouth to say anything, merely waiting for him to continue his own words. Which
he does, a moment later, in a voice that seems to reek of childish whines and
you merely remain quiet, refusing to say anything to him once more, he opens
his mouth to repeat his words, seemingly in a voice much softer, much gentler
than before. He wiggles his arms around once more, and he does it with a cute
pout on his face and a puppy look in his eyes that makes you weak and
susceptible to damages (and manipulations).
narrow your eyes into a glare as you look at him, shaking your head and
muttering about how much you hate him under your breath before slowly walking
over toward where he is, only stopping until you’re inches away from him. His
smile immediately turns into a grin and he quickly wraps his arms around your
form and traps you in his embrace, resting his head against your shoulder. You
automatically wrap your arms around his frame and he tries to sway the both of
you from side to side, humming a song that you don’t know the name of as he
home,” he greets after a moment, finally stopping from his swaying, his voice
soft as a whisper. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t greet you properly a while ago.”
okay,” you reply, your voice just as soft. You move a bit so that you could
bury your head against his chest, allowing the familiar scent of him to fill
your nose. You allow a smile to encompass your face as you wallow in the
comfortable silence that surrounds the both of you.
he asks after a while, beginning to hum another song once more. His fingers
begin to trace shapes against your back and the action is so relaxing, so
comforting that it’s almost lulling you to sleep.
you reply softly, nodding your head at his words. You could hear him chuckle
softly at the sound of your voice and you unwrap one of your arms around his
form so that you could punch him lightly on the chest. He only laughs at your
actions, which promptly earns him another light punch to the chest before you
finally drop it on your side, motionless and stationary.
know you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you’ve done something to
hurt him. He’s just that precious,
and you know that more than anyone and everyone else.)
liked your acting, anyway,” you continue after a while, still in response to
his previous words. “It was good. And cute, too. It’s too believable and real
that I almost fell for it.”
he says, his voice seemingly a confused murmur. Even without looking at him,
you could tell that there’s a frown making its way toward the corners of his
lips. “I thought you don’t like the film.”
don’t,” you reply, seemingly in agreement and clarification. Your voice sounds
like a gibberish murmur at this point now, what with your voice sounding as
soft as a whisper and the material of his clothing muffling the sound of your
voice. “But that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it.”
he asks again, one of his hands moving to stroke your hair. He does it so
gently, so softly that you could feel your eyes closing on their own accord.
You think that it’s only a matter of time before you’re already falling asleep
in his arms, standing still and motionless like a mannequin.
you reply once more, nodding your head at his words. You’re almost certain that
your words sound like a sleepy mumble now, nonsensical and seemingly just a
soft, gibberish blabber. “And it means that you’re a really good actor.”
chuckles at your words, and the sound of it, unlike before, begins to lull you
into oblivion. He continues to stroke your hair, in that same soft, gentle way
before. A moment of comfortable silence begins to envelop the both of you, and
he breaks it a moment later as he opens his mouth to say something.
“You’re sleepy,” he remarks, his voice a soft
murmur. You nod your head at his words, finding it difficult for you to keep
your eyes open at this point. You raise an arm and grip the hem of his shirt,
and your mind is so blank that you aren’t even sure why you did that. You think
that maybe you just like the way he feels so comfortable, so relaxing that you
couldn’t bear to let him go. You settle for that thought, never even once
trying to question it.
“Should we go to sleep, then?” he asks, his
voice sounding just as soft and as gentle as before. His tone is light,
playful, seemingly almost teasing, though with how sleepy you are your brain
doesn’t even have the time to identify the tone of his words. You just merely
nod your head in response and you could hear another chuckle coming from him
once more before you finally hear him mumble a reply—a soft affirmative, a
he says, seemingly uttering the words more to himself than to you or anyone
else. “Let’s get you to bed then.”
You just nod your head once more at his words,
though it’s more out of obligation than an understanding. You don’t even manage
to register whatever it is that has happened in the next few minutes. It’s just
a huge chunk of blankness and emptiness for you. You don’t even realize he’s
carried you into the bed until you’re finally lying on it, being tucked under
the comfort of your thick blankets. You don’t even realize that you’re in bed
until he’s moved to lie down beside you, one of his arms coming to wrap around
your form as if in comfort and security.
turn around to face him, opening your mouth and calling his name softly. “Lance…?”
you say tentatively, almost as though you’re unsure. “Are you awake?”
a moment, there’s silence. For a moment, you think that he’s finally fallen
asleep. You’re about to close your eyes and swallow back whatever it is that
you’re about to say but then you hear the sheets beginning to rustle. It’s only
a matter of moments before he’s moving to turn around to face you, allowing a
small smile to grace his lips as he does so.
he asks, his voice soft, gentle and laced with something akin to exhaustion,
tiredness. In the dim lighting of the room, you watch as he raises an arm to
rub his eyes with the back of his hand, almost as if he’s trying to chase the
sleepiness away. “What is it?”
bite your lip, like you’re mulling things over and over in your head for a
moment before finally opening your mouth to speak. “Thank you.”
laughs, and the sound is breathy, soft. It’s a comforting sound, a relaxing
sound that you think that you wouldn’t mind at all if it becomes a lullaby of
some sort. “What for?” he asks, and you could see that his eyes are aglow,
twinkling with something akin to happiness.
this,” you say, gesturing to the blankets around your form. You pause, allowing
a brief moment of silence to encompass the both of you before continuing. “For
the things you’ve done for me. For everything.”
closes his eyes and grins at you, and when he opens his mouth to speak, you
could almost swear that you detect a hint of giddiness and joy. “It’s alright,”
he replies, voice just as soft and as gentle as before.
There’s another moment of silence
settling between the two of you and it’s you who breaks it this time. You take
a deep breath before opening your mouth to say something. “I love you,” you
murmur after a moment of silence and at your words, his grin seems to widen
just a fraction.
“I love you, too,” he replies, and
his voice doesn’t seem like a whisper anymore. He says the words a little
louder than before, with a mixture of cheerfulness and enthusiasm and something
akin to delight. He opens his eyes and looks at you, giving you another grin as
he continues his words. “I love you so, so, so, so, so, so, so much.”
For a moment, neither of the two of
you open your mouth to speak. The both of you bask as another comfortable
silence surrounds the two of you. You allow a smile to grace your lips as you
continue to look at him, almost as though you’re trying to memorize his
features, almost as though you’re trying to commit anything and every single
thing about him into your memory.
You silently marvel at how beautiful
he looks, silently marvel at the fact that he’s someone you could call yours.
Even now, after being together for a while now, you’re still in awe whenever it
comes to him. You still couldn’t believe that he chose you, and the fact that
he’s finally someone you can call yours over and over again… you don’t think
you’re ever going to get tired of it. Not now, and certainly not ever.
could almost swear that your stomach begins to flutter at the thought, could
almost swear that your heart begins to thump loudly against your ribcage. You
briefly wonder whether or not he could hear it from the silence of the room,
briefly wonder whether or not he could discover your emotions from the way your
heart pounds against your chest.
to sleep,” you say after a moment, and your voice sounds more like an order
than anything else. You pause and allow a few moments of silence to settle
between the two of you before you open your mouth to continue. “It’s getting a
little late now. And aren’t you tired, exhausted, too?”
“Yeah,” he replies, and when he
utters the words, his voice is still cheery, enthusiastic, the joy still
evident in the way he voices them out. You could still sense the smile on his
face as he says the words, could still sense the giddiness behind the way he’s
said them, and it’s so cute, he’s so cute that you couldn’t help the smile that
threatens to break your face into two. “Good night. Sleep tight.”
“Good night,” you reply, your voice
soft and seemingly whisper-like. There’s still a giddy smile on your face as
you utter the words and it doesn’t disappear even as you open your mouth to
continue your previous words. “Sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite, okay?”
The only response you get from him
is a soft a hum of agreement, and you allow a small smile to make its way
towards the corners of your lips before you move so that you’re finally lying on
your back. You pull the blanket over your head, closing your eyes and taking a
breath before allowing the sleep to finally consume you, allowing the oblivion
to finally envelop you in its arms and take you away, bringing you to a place
you’ve never seen before, a place you’ve never been before.