“Why do stars fall down from the sky, every time you walk by? Just like me, they long to be, close to you.” Have this week’s rather timely weekly spread, I hope this is a productive and relaxing holiday for me ! ! ! ( 2 4 / 0 2 / 2 0 1 7 )
When this world is no more, and the moon is all we’ll see, I’ll ask you to fly away with me. Until the stars all fall down, And they empty from the sky. But I don’t mind. If you’re with me, then everything’s alright.
We love you, Seunghyun. More than words can really say. One mistake will not define you. One dark night will not define you. Your heart, your talent, your passion, your character, the people you’ve touched, the lives you’ve changed – that is what defines you. Be strong, be brave, be the extraordinary man we know you are. We love you and we’ll be right here beside you every step of the way.
‘Why do stars fall down from the sky Every time you walk by? Just like me, they long to be Close to you’
As I said before, Noah sings in a choir while Jr plays the guitar. They got close when once Jr was playing in the hall of the hotel during a competition stay and Noah joined him by singing what he was playing (IT TOOK A LOT OF COURAGE FOR NOAH TO DO IT BUT BOY DID IT PAY OFF IN THE END!!) They have very similar musical tastes. Playing together has become a tradition lately, they really get along well
I did not mind stepping out of the shadows, did not mind even being in the shadows to begin with, so long as he was with me. My friend through so many dangers—who had fought for me when no one else would, even myself. “Of course I’ll dance with you,” Rhys said, his voice still raw. “All night, if you wish.” “Even if I step on your toes?” “Even then.” He leaned in, brushing his mouth against my heated cheek. I closed my eyes at the whisper of a kiss, at the hunger that ravaged me in its wake, that might ravage Prythian. And all around us, as if the world itself were indeed falling apart, stars rained down.
Favorite Final Fantasy Couples (Valentine’s Day Edition) ♥
When this world is no more, the moon is all we’ll see. I’ll ask you to fly away with me. Until the stars all fall down, they empty from the sky. But I don’t mind, if you’re with me, then everything’s alright.
“When this world is no more the moon is all we’ll see. I’ll ask you to fly away with me until the stars all fall down. They empty from the sky, but I don’t mind if you’re with me, then everything’s alright.”
First time MG sees Pearl about to throw down with evilness or monsters and she’s just like “ExCuSe ME YOU WANT TO FIGHT MY TINY PERFECT GIRLFRIEND?! I WILL RUN YOUR ASS OVER WITH MY NICE SHINY MOTORCYCLE”
Pearl Hi-key loves it. MG knows.
Greg is stunned by how much she looks like Rose, he tries a little flirting, nothing serious, for old times sake.
Pearl is trying to be polite cuz they danced and sang and bonded and shit but she’s interally freaking the ever loving fuck out because not again. NOT. AGAIN. But its so important to Steven that she and Greg get along….fuckfuckfuck she’s blushing and stammering and she wants to flip but she’s resisting and Steven just looks HORRIFIED
MG just kinda looks him up and down, real chill, and goes “Thanks but I prefer conscious configurations of light”
Greg is confused.
MG clarifies. “I like putting my mouth on Pearl’s mouth. Alot.”
Greg is no longer confused. There are no more flirting attempts.
Garnet ships it so.fucking.hard.
MG and Lapis chill at the mall in sunglasses popping bubblegum. Everyone thinks they are badass hoodlums until Pearl and Steven rush over to show off a cute dress. And Pearl’s talking loud and fast about how she knows she doesn’t technically need to buy clothes, she can form them with her gem, and it probably would be too silly to get it, and MG just leans down and plants a little kiss right on Pearl’s pearl before leaning back and nodding. “It looks cute. You could wear it to my parents’ on Sunday.”
Amethyst dislikes her alot first. She’s the punk rock rock, who is this poser? But they like alot of the same music, so they chill with Greg and jam, and go to concerts. They get on good terms, till one day there’s this argument between Pearl and Amethyst and Amethyst just turns to MG and is like “Pearl only likes you because you look like Rose! Beautiful Rose that never gave her the time of day! You are a substitution!”
Amethyst immediately wishes she hadn’t said that, would do anything to take it back, cuz Pearl just crumples like a paper ball, crumples on the floor tears pooling in her eyes as she sobs “that’s not true, it’s not true, I swear…”
MG was really chill, leaning back on the wall scrolling through blogs. She didn’t really care that much about the fight or the comment. But Pearl is crying. Pearl is hurt. Her happy little ball of cheerful sunshine and outer space logic is sad. Heads will roll.
MG scoops up Pearl whose desperately trying to deny it, to say how she cares for MG because she’s MG, not for anything else. MG knows, she just pets her head and shushes her. Then she glares at Amethyst. And Rose never glared like that.
“Tiny purple punk rock. Not cool. Don’t involve third parties in your fights, and she was right, you’ve been really reckless lately and that’s dangerous. Do not make my small alien bird baby cry again or I will curb stomp you. I like her because she’s Pearl. Pearl likes me because I’m me.”
Pearl laughs a little because she is NOT a bird thank you very much
MG dyes her hair green the next day. Pearl sees it and spends the rest of the day reciting lyrical poetry about it
Finally MG is like “Dude just say its sexy” but she’s laughing because it’s sweet and genuine and Pearl.
Pearl sighs. “It certainly is. But more than that. I believe….I believe the word would be ‘beautiful’.”
MG blushes hard core and hides her face in Pearl’s shoulder, hugging her. She’s been called badass, punk, sexy, but beautiful…that’s a first.
Pearl makes MG a stud earring using scraps from the war and the volcanic heart of the temple’s core. MG loves it.
Pearl tries to learn slang. She does not suceed, and will turn to MG after winning Mario Kart, or stabbing a monster with her spear and say “Was that ‘punk rock’?!?”
MG just smiles and says “Very punk.”
MG gets shit for dating an alien. Pearl’s response is along the lines of “I saved this planet, and technically have lived here for 5,000 years. So I’ve been here alot longer than you.”
The shit talking stops.
MG loves to watch Pearl train Connie and Steven and Stevonnie. Mostly because her girlfriend is a goddamn boss.
Pearl doesn’t like to talk about the war. But alone in Pearl’s room, floating on the water and listening to smooth jazz on shared headphones, she’ll admit little things. It’s easy for people to forget prim and proper Pearl is a rebel, a renegade, and a wanted criminal. (MG finds it kinda hot really)
Amethyst introduces MG to Vidalia and they hit it off big time. Vidalia paints MG and Pearl and gives it to MG, small enough that she can carry it around. It makes her smile like a sap all the time.
MG likes tattooes, but never knew what to get. So she gets a swan, pearly white and made of water, with a rising crescent moon behind her. Peaceful, strong, beautiful. Just like her Pearl.
Pearl doesn’t sleep, but she’ll stay with MG and play with her hair, clean her clothes, straighten up the house, and leave post it notes hidden for MG to find later.
Pearl has to regenerate, MG flips out and is an angry crying mess for days. When Pearl comes back she nearly sends her back with a bone crushing hug. Later she realizes Pearl’s made a little alteration of her own. It’s her own kind of tattoo, blending in with her skin perfectly. It’s just a few words and some scribbly lines. The words say “My Mystery Girl” in perfect cursive.
When she asks about the lines, she explains its Gem writing. She blushes and says she’ll translate later.
Pearl considered ended things with MG incase the Diamonds come and she gets hurt. MG sees this coming and threatens to kick Pearl off the motorcycle for being stupid. She’s with her till the stars fall down.
Pearl is adorable in MG’s flannels. It nearly stops MG’s heart.
Pearl checks that MG got enough sleep, has eaten three meals, has hydrated, and wears a helmet and thick pants on the motor cycle. Steven teases Pearl is more like a Mom than a girlfriend, but MG’s never felt so loved.
Yellow Diamond kidnaps MG to lure in Pearl and shatter her. Pearl comes in, dancing with swords, bruised and beaten but looking fucking TERRIFYING. When she saves MG she has a soft smiling and kisses her hand like a knight to their lord.
“We had an agreement. Together till the stars fall down.”
MG cries. It’s okay, Pearl’s crying too.
MG thinks its hilarious that Pearl can lift her with one hand.
Pearl finally admits the words in Gem are “I pledge my life to the brightness of my life” with the human “My Mystery Girl” underneath.
Garnet has grasped more slang and whispers “OTP” quietly with a big grin whenever they are around.
Peridot uses MG as a human ladder to get to high shelves. MG is amused. Lapis is jealous. That’s HER little green space dorito.
MG loves it and starts calling Peridot “little green space dorito”
For Christmas, Steven gives Period a T Shirt with it.
MG loves Steven and lets him braid her hair and do her lipstick and ask about her piercings. They dance to music videos together on the couch. Pearl thinks its too cute to tell them to stop.
They manage to fuse. And its nothing like Rainbow Quartz. She’s pale, big, and beautiful with short wild hair that changes colors in the light. She’s got three eyes, all of them are pink, and piercings in her lips, ears, eyebrows and tongue. Four arms, two legs, and a wicked smile. Her weapon of choice is throwing knives made like minispears. Meet Mystery Pearl.
the prompt: can you do a Jaehyun scenario song based with The Carpenters-Close to You.
category: song fic + father!au
author note: my mom used to put this song on for us to fall asleep to when me and my sisters were childhood memories :’). It’s one of my favorite memories. because of that, I thought maybe father!jaehyun. also im not gonna apologize for his being short bc it’s rlly cute
So I don’t normally do this, but this week’s TAZ episode drove me absolutely crazy and I actually had to write fanfic. For the first time in my adult life. I had to work out Lucretia’s character arc during Cycle Sixty-Five, and I hope you’ll enjoy.
The world is ending. One lonely little nerd, camped out on a
planet that doesn’t understand her, must discover the strength to hold off the
Her head was on fire. So was the hall.
“Davenport?” she whispered as she sat up. The hall was above her, somehow. The ship was sitting
on its side. “Magnus? Merle?” If there’d been some kind of accident, they’d
come to save her. “Lupe?” A beam of agony split her head as a metal beam
creaked, ripped, and crashed loudly just around the corridor. If themage was practicing her fire spells
near Lucretia’s books, after she’d been told over and over …
But there was nothing. No response. Not even Lupe’s
apology-minus-actual-apology little snorted laugh. She was alone, and her
uniform—fresh, in her recorded state—was soaked with water
My cabin, she
remembered. Davenport and Magnus had been arguing over their first stop, and
she’d ducked back into her cabin to get away. She hated it when they argued. I went back to my cabin. There was an
explosion. The water …
“Fisher!” she yelled, scrambling to her feet. Water was
dripping from a long crack in the voidfish’s tank. The beast itself was
nervously twisting its tentacles left and right, humming a fearful tune.
She shouted, kicking fallen books out of the stream’s path
as she ran for her gear trunk. The duct tape was on the very bottom, beneath a
dozen extra quills and a box of cartography tools. Silver tape tore in her
teeth as she slapped sections over the leak. At last, the flow slowed, and the
“Stay right there,” she said, trying to sound authoritative.
The voidfish didn’t seem reassured. “I’ll go get your buddy. Magnus will make
this right. He’ll protect us.”
It made a nervous cooing sound.
“No, I’m not sure what calamari is,” she lied. “But don’t
worry, I won’t let Taako anywhere near you.”
The fire had died down. The walls were steel—only the wooden
supply crates had burned in the blast’s aftermath—and her shoes had enough grip
that she could climb the listing hall. Dim sunlight was filtering through the
ship. The hull had been breached somewhere. We
were attacked! She should hear the mage twins shouting taunts as they
returned fire, the pounding crack of the electric siege ballista Magnus had
picked up eight cycles ago. All was still.
What will we do?
she thought, trying to distract herself from the stillness. This was a bleak
world they’d come to. There’d be no beach time, no painting. There’d been less
and less of that in the past few cycles. It’ll
probably take us months to repair this damage, and the Light of Creation …
how could they hope to retrieve it in time if they spent all their year making
repairs? Another damned plane. Another.
After so long, it felt like a punch in the gut. Would she
spend another year tucked in her room, interviewing this world’s inhabitants,
scrawling down another history only she would read? It was the only thing she
could do. The only thing she was good for. The only weapon she had.
thought, coughing as she climbed across the tipped bridge. The metal of the
rail was still hot. Blisters sprung up where her fingers accidentally brushed
it. Merle, where are you? She needed
the old dwarf, his terrible jokes, his practically-negligent spellcraft, his
deep well of faith in humanity and their mission. “Hello?” she called. “Anyone?
Her voice echoed off the vaulted metal ceiling. A terrible
panic gripped her. It was like she was back in grade school all over again,
walking into a cafeteria where people would laugh at her and pull on her bun,
banished to a table on the far side of the room where her only friends were her
books. Stay calm, Lucretia. You’re almost
a hundred years old. You can handle this.
At last, she could peer through the hole the blast had left.
Tracks led off into the distance. Heavy wheels had rutted an impromptu path.
Close-set steps showed where a halfling had walked for a few meters—then, where
he’d collapsed and been dragged.
SUMMARY: Silent stars, chaotic thoughts, shoulder brushes. Two people with their hearts torn between duty and free will. One whisper of a moment is all it takes for them to fall like stars.
UNIVERSE: The Royal Romance
PAIRING: Drake X MC
WORD COUNT: 1600+ words
AUTHOR’S NOTE: For Round Fifteen of #ChoicesCreates by @hollyashton and hosted by @zigisbisexual. The prompt was: ‘That was fun, let’s do it again sometime!’
I have absolutely no idea how such a prompt turned into this poetry-sprinkled piece, but here we are. Written while listening to Elvis Presley’s Can’t Help Falling in Love, and Ariana Grande’s Almost is Never Enough. (Rating: T, angst as usual)
The midnight sky is glittered by the twisted, warped shapes of the stars. The castle is filled with the wandering thoughts of the lost and conflicted. The night sings the bittersweet ballad of moments that’ll never be.
All this happens as the stars fall down, down, down. Just like the people who fall in love.
But the dangerous part isn’t the fall. It’s not having the assurance of whether or not the one they were falling for would catch them, taking a risk that could either save them or shatter them to pieces.