1. You look at a map of a city you’ve never been to.
You see patterns and street names and they tell you nothing. The map remains dead, the city unknown.
2. You go to the city you’ve never been to.
It becomes a city you know.
3. You look at a map of a city you’ve been to, but have left behind. As you look at the map, you remember.
You are looking at nostalgia. You walk through street names and remember the taste of cake in the café whose name you forgot, but you remember its yellow walls and comfy chairs. A square is no longer four lines on a map, but an open space with people and statues and laughter and a fountain in the center. The monotonous, two-dimensional blue that indicates an ocean turns into postcard memories, so many shades of blue and green and the smell of salt and fish. The famous building with the famous name that everyone knows is now a personal experience, it is yours and yours alone in a way that will never make it anyone else’s. A billion feet have walked these (now familiar) paths and two of them were yours. You can trace the steps you have taken and you remember feelings and colours and strangers who offered you a smile. There is the hostel you slept in, there is the river you crossed so many times, there is the corner where you listened to the most amazing street musician. You fondly whisper street names that you had trouble pronouncing when you first spoke them, clumsily. You connect dots, and they turn to images in your head.
The map is alive, the city an old friend.
4. The map you look at is always the same; the perception is different. It is you who has changed.
p.s. // every time i look at a map I have a feeling that is hard to put into words
Oh my god, in last night’s Bob’s Burgers, Bob takes Gene to a laser light rock show at the planetarium (super important to Bob, because it was his favorite when he was a teenager, and this is the last night before they’re closing the exhibit because it’s old and no one goes anymore, also it’s Bob’s birthday), and Gene has no idea what he’s in for, but he gets pumped for it anyway ‘cause Bob’s so excited about it, and finally they get in there and they’re watching it, and Gene has a sensory overload and kinda starts freaking out ‘cause he can’t handle it, so Bob takes him out and they sit in the car for a bit. Gene’s angry because Bob didn’t tell him it would be so loud and scary, so Bob offers to play the album for Gene at a normal volume, and Gene starts to enjoy it, so he reclines the seats, takes out the cigarette lighter, tells Gene to pretend it’s a laser, and starts drawing in the air, explaining the plot to him (it’s like a full on Pink Floyd or Rush-esque rock opera about a bunch of robot overlords telling rockers that they can’t play music anymore, and one Rebel rising against them). Gene gets really into it and decides he wants to see the finale of the laser show (which Bob regards as a life-changing experience), so they sneak back into the planetarium (there’s no re-entry allowed) with a few tricks that parallel the story from the album, and watch the climax of the show together (Bob fashions some earplugs for Gene out of a napkin). On the way home, Bob’s asking Gene how he liked it, and Gene says “I loved it!”, Bob asks him to speak louder ‘cause his ear’s are shot, and Gene yells, “I LOVED IT, DAD”. Bob yells back “I love you too, Gene”.
I FUCKING!!! CAN’T!!! DEAL!!!! WITH HOW GOOD THIS SHOW IS!!! I know i don’t talk about Bob’s Burgers a lot but this show is flawless and charming and gross and funny all at the same time, the characters are written like people with actual fears and anxieties, and unlike a lot of comparable shows, the comedy doesn’t come from the family being pitted against each other, it’s always the family against the world… I love it, I love it, it’s so pure and refreshing and still somehow manages to be funny without sacrificing it’s heart, and I fuckin’ love it, please watch Bob’s Burgers holy CRAP okay I’m done.
I looked through our conversations when we used to be on cloud nine and in love, these were the times you told me how lucky you are to have a girl like me, how thankful you are because you never received such love I was giving to you and whatever happens, you will never let me go. The words you said mean everything to me and it stabs my heart, realizing that these words mean nothing anymore. I can’t help myself but to cry my heart out till the sun has set. The pain is too heavy to bear, the love I believed to be true and different was gone. We used to be over the moon, but the present tells the opposite. This is stupid of me to say but, I won’t deny the fact that I miss you so much. I love you, I still do. But somehow, I’ve come with the thought that I can’t do anything anymore, I need to let you go because it’s the right thing to do. I’ve decided to finally move on and this would be the last time I would cry over you because there was nothing left to hold on to and I can’t hold on to something that doesn’t want to be held.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry because I was the reason why you let things end. I’m sorry for the terrible mistake I made, I never blamed you for deciding to end this because you were hurt and I understand. I only have myself to blame. But, I was hoping you would’ve understood, that I did it for us. I always feared the day would come, the day you will finally won’t take back the words you’ve said. I’m sorry for the other things that have hurt you, for the things that made you cry, jealous and mad.
Thank you. I’m thankful that I met you because you have given me a temporary bliss. I laughed and smiled because of you. Somehow, you made me feel loved and beautiful in a short period of time. Thank you for the good days: the days we felt unstoppable like we’re flying high, when holding your hand felt like home, leaning on your shoulders made me feel secure and hearing your voice sound like the angels are singing. It was worth it, being loved and loving you. Thank you for making me realize how capable I am to love someone. You proved forever within a number of days. You were the greatest and worst thing ever happen to me.
Goodbye. This will be the last time that I will write you a message, I’ll accept the fact that some things are meant to end, even though I used to believe that you won’t let that happen. I did everything I could to make you stay, but I guess your life no longer includes me because, you’re happy now and I can see that clearly. You already found a love that’s all the things ours couldn’t be. I hope you find overwhelming joy by her side, I hope she won’t hurt you and make you cry. I hope for the best for the both of you. It hurts but I’ve accepted the painful truth that I am just a distant memory now. I don’t regret loving you, but what I regret is that I let myself believe that this would last.
I won’t forget you and the memories, I will always keep you alive in my heart. I’ll just get used to not having you in my life anymore. Deep within my heart knows getting over you won’t be simple. I need to stop loving you so I can start loving myself again. You were a painful blessing, but you were also a great lesson. I guess you’re just another chapter of my life needed to end. I still and will pray for your safety and happiness even though I’m in pain right now, I still believe you deserve the best. I hope you find everything in her that you couldn’t find in me. You will always be my greatest love.
Alright Dark Knight. If you can guess my riddles I will not kill these hostages.
I won't let you get away with this.
I hope you are ready detective. Here is your Riddle
I am a flightless bird who likes to make you think that I am your friend but I will kill anyone you fall in love with out of jealousy but somehow still manages to make you feel bad when killing you [Heavy Breathing] WHAT [Heavy Breathing] AM [Heavy Breathing] I???!
slips her hand under the hem of Alex’s shirt, fingers skimming
upward until they reach the center of her chest. She stills her hand
there, finding comfort in the gentle rise and fall. The glowing
numbers on the alarm clock across the bed remind Maggie it’s been
almost two hours since Alex fell asleep.
knows she should be sleeping right along with her, but she can’t
seem to stop herself from listening to Alex breathe for just a few
almost lost this.
reminds herself, again, that she didn’t. They beat the bad guy.
They got to Alex in time. But Maggie can’t help the path of her
almost lost this.
matter of seconds. That was the difference between Maggie having
this moment and losing everything. Seconds, and Maggie doesn’t get
to hear Alex speak the most amazing words Maggie’s ever heard.
Seconds, and she never gets to return them.
god, that’s what eats at Maggie.
known for awhile now, despite her intentions to take it slow, that
she loves Alex.
known since the night she stood there talking to Emily, city pavement
still wet after a Spring shower, getting the chance to clear the air
with the woman she loved in another lifetime, all because of Alex.
every step she took back to Alex; the smile Alex gave as she pulled
Maggie in by her jacket lapel for the sweetest kiss; the way Alex
touched her when they got back to her apartment, for hours, like she
would never stop trying to convince Maggie she was worth it. Maggie
knew she loved Alex then.
kept it to herself though; pretended it was for Alex’s sake, to
avoid pressuring her. But deep down, Maggie knows the truth. She hasn’t felt worthy of love in a long time. Not after
her Dad kicked her out as a teenager. Not after what she did to
Emily. Certainly not after her last girlfriend called her a borderline sociopath as a parting shot, and as hard as Maggie tried to blow it off, she couldn’t.
Maggie can admit it now, she never expected to hear someone say those
words to her again.
then Alex Danvers swaggered into her life, and at every twist and
turn she took the exact opposite direction Maggie expected, taking
her damn heart right along with her.
shifts in her sleep, drawing Maggie’s attention back to the
burrowers a bit more into Alex’s side, hand still pressed gently
against her chest.
cop a feel, Sawyer?” Alex slurs sleepily. “Not that I’d mind.”
tilts her head enough to catch Alex’s eyes, foggy and barely open.
She can’t help the small smile that curls her lips. “Absolutely
not. You need to rest.”
fights a chuckle when Alex pouts her lips. “But tomorrow is a
different day.” She adds, heart tripping in her chest when Alex
gives a sleepy grin.
can agree to those terms.” Alex reaches out to trace her
fingertips along Maggie’s cheek, and Maggie can’t help but lean
into the touch, craving the warmth and connection it provides.
I mentioned I love you?” Alex whispers, eyes drooping again.
swallows thickly, feeling the same sort of wonder and joy she did
hours earlier, when Alex first spoke the words. “Maybe, but feel
free to say it as many times as you want. I’m all ears, Danvers.”
that case, I’ll say it again. I love you.” Alex manages to get
out, before her eyes close and a small smile fades from her face as
she drifts back to sleep.
love you too.” Maggie whispers, her fingers tracing up and down
along Alex’s sternum, feeling as her breath evens out.
sleep soon, but not quite yet. For now she’s content to watch Alex
sleep a little longer, thankful she has the chance.
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Hey hun! If you have time and/or want too I would love to see your rowaelin NSFW headcanons please and thank you 😉😏
Hahah it took long enough for this to land in my ask!! I have been waiting!! FINALLY I AM ALIVE AGAIN
I love them so much and I feel like I know them better than feysand, so I have SO much pressure not to screw this up. rip
-After tog 6 I want Rowan to get a new tattoo. He can keep the one for
Lyria, but I want him to tattoo the story of Aelin and him, how they are
mates, how they won the war together… I then want him to fix Aelins
tattoo and she want him to add them being mates to it and the love they
found in each other.
Then I want Rowan to teach Aelin the ancient language.
-Aelin curls up against Rowan holding a book on her lap half asleep
-I love to imagine that Rowan is the one to save Aelin with the squadre’s help and Fenry’s help because I think Aelin has saved herself enough and I really want her to learn that more people care about her, and that she’s not along. When Rowan finds her, shes bloody and exhausted and Rowan just slides down on his knees next to her and is like, “It’s okay, Aelin. I’m here, Fireheart.” and he brushes away her tears pushes her hair back and lets her hold onto him. He gets them out of the immediately and when they get back to their safe spot the hug for like 30 minutes without letting go of one another. Everyone leaves them to it. They start off sanding, but then Aelin’s knees give out and her brings them to sit and hug each other and thats not close enough so her buries his face in her neck and holds onto her head and they both cry a little and he pulls her into his lap.
-they can never agree on the shower temperature. He likes it colder, aelin likes it warmer, Rowan is always saying that Aelin is burning his skin off.
-sometimes Rowan sneaks up behind Aelin and kisses her and she’s so surprised and happy that something near or behind her get set on fire
because yah know😏😏 sparks fly between the two of them
-Rowan’s signature move is the hand on thigh. VERY high on her thigh
-Aelin is just a territorial as Rowan. One time they were training together and one of the servants at Orynth was eyeing Rowan and Aelin was growling and then goes over and grabs Aelin by his collar and wraps her hands around his neck and pulls him to her and she hardcore makes out with him right there in front of everyone at the palace
-Rowan is definitely a pda guy…. boyyyy those two have no shame.. sex everywhere. beach? done. against the wall? done. In their war room? done. Aedion walked in on them once (to be fair they were in a public place) AND HE IS TRAUMATIZED HE CANT LOOK AT EITHER OF THEM FOR 4 MONTHS
-We know from eos that they both love biting each other, but continued with that, Rowan actually melts when Aelin kisses up his neck, its so sensitive and his favorite place to be kissed.
-they both love subtly teasing each other in public while the other one is just FULL of unreleased sexual tension. It makes for wonderful nights…
-They are both pretty loud actually, Aedion has to move out of the castle because he really just can’t handle it.
-Fleetfoot sleeps in the bed with them and sits on Rowan whenever possible.
-Once Rowan gets Aelin back, they find out (because one night Rowan comes to bed later than normal and Aelin is awake waiting for him) they find out that they actually cannot fall asleep without the other there with them
-Aelin’s ears are like Rowan’s favorite thing??? She loves to kiss that gorgeously muscled neck and he loves her elegantly pointed ears. When they have a makeout sesh he pulls on her ear lobe with his teeth and kisses underneath and blows cool air on the spot his mouth was on, and her back arches into him and she moans and he pulls her closer.
-lazy days would consist of long naps, not always tangled together just enjoying that the other is getting some needed sleep, bubble baths, Rowan resting his head on her lap while she’d reading a book, her absent minded-ly playing with his short hair
-Rowan loves Aelin’s legs. They are so long and sexy and he really just can’t control himself. He loves laying in bed reading and just touching her by wrapping a hand around her thigh, or running his hands up and down her legs. Aelin likes it because it seems so territorial and as much as she ‘complains’ she really loves when he’s territorial.
-Rowan loves to bury his head between those thighs….
-Rowan and Aelin spar and they both go at it hard, never taking it easy on the other… this leads to very tired and very sweaty, angry sex!
-Rowan loves when things are getting hot an heavy and she’s kissing him and then she bites his lip and then kisses down his chest, making sure to kiss the scar where Asterin’s arrow pierced because that’s when she realized they were mates and its really important to her.
-Sometimes when they have sex it turns into a power play. What I mean is, it starts off with Rowan on top and then he’s teasing her and she just gets so fed up that she growls and flips them over and rides him. Rowan secretly loves when she takes charge so he never stops her, besides she’s Aelin she has to be the star of the show.
-Biters!! both of them!! When Rowan is about to come, his face is already buried in Aelins neck and he can’t help but bite down on her skin as the world splits apart around him. Him biting her neck turns her on so much that she finishes there too, with him.
-They can go at it hard but somehow its still really loving and gentle? idk how they do it but Aelin just caresses Rowans cheek and runs her fingers down his tattoo and he softly kisses her collarbone and shoulder and whatever part of her outstretched arm his mouth can reach(inner forearm, fingers or hand) a silent “I love you.” for them both.
-When Aelin does something cute or is worried about something Rowan just holds her cheeks and kisses her forehead and wraps her in a hug and rests his chin on her hair.
-When they use the carranam bond, they hold hands in between both of their chests and Rowan uses his other hand to wrap around her back and then they both just touch foreheads as she cups his cheek. (someone draw this for me please, i beg you)
-Obviously silent conversation. due to this there is a lot of unresolved sexual tension. Aelin just throws Rowan a glance that look like she will eat him alive. She proves this to him when she gets on her knees later and makes him an un-controllable mess in front of her (extra: his hands fisted in her hair)
-Aelin is not a morning person but Rowan makes it better when he wakes her up with gentle morning kisses.
-He kisses the dip beneath her ear, her jaw, her cheek, her nose (she wakes up then and scrunches her face and he laughs because she’s just so fucking cute in the morning) he kisses her forehead and then lips. The dip between her collarbones, her shoulder. Literally my boy has no self control and kisses whatever kiss is exposed.
-Rowan is KING OF HICKEYS, but then again so is Aelin. Hickeys from their bites, hickies on the inside of her thighs, hickies on her breasts. It’s SOOO HARD for the cadre to ignore.
-Rowan has a pretty impressive wingspan ;)
-Sometimes Aelin shaves Rowan… bc domestic fluff is something they excel at
-Hand holding all the time, Rowan as no problems holding her hands at all times because it reassures her, and as cocky as she is, she likes to know that he is there too. He does that thumb brush thing and it calms her down instantly
-When Aelin has nightmares and wakes up thrashing in bed, Rowan jolts up and wraps his arm around her so that she can’t hurt herself and pulls her close and kisses her spine and back and rests his cheek against her burning hot back while she calms down.
-They sit up in bed and she buries her face in his chest and sobs because she missed him so much while she was away and she’s so glad they are both okay, he rubs little circles on her forearms and hums a little song becasue he knows that music calms her down
-When Rowan has nightmares the are desperate. He wakes up so terrified. It takes him like an hour before he can lay back down. He see horrible nightmares of what Maeve used to make him do to prisoners and imagines Aelin as that person instead. He touches his forehead to hers and she holds his cheeks and he runs his hands down her arms, her stomach, her breasts, her back, her legs just trying to make sure that she is OKAY and that she not hurt of bleeding or something.
-clothes. Aelin pretty much shares Rowan’s closet becasue she wears his clothes so much. Literally everything. Jackest: done, (whenever they are on the battle field or traveling she always has his scarf and one of his jackets on) When they are home she literally only sleeps in 3 times… naked, his favorite shirts, or when she wants to scandalize him; one of her nightgowns.
-Rowan loves seeing her stumble around their house in the morning with his boxers on and his favorite shirt because she looks so cute and sexy at the same time and he gets so much male satisfaction and pride when she wears his things. Also her legs looks hella good in his shirts
-Aelin still loves washing his hair and when they take baths together he just leans back and lets her do it and she is like, crazy gooddddd at massaging his head at the same time. (have you ever gone to the hairdressers and they massage your head while washing it at the same time? its HEAVEN)
-Rowan also loves when she just lounges around the house and their bed in her underwear because he loves her body and shes just so relaxed
-Because she loves everything elaborate they are always really stunning lace pieces (she has them in assassin and the desert, so this is hardcore canon)
-He keeps that dragon dress because he loves it so much
-When Aelin cries he gets so upset because he doesn’t like seeing her hurt.
-As much as he doesn’t like chocolates, he finds them and gifts them to her on her birthday along with a chocolate cake he makes (he’s actually a really good baker)
-Aelin loves kissing Rowan’s chest, she does it when he’s sad and whenever he’s standing shirtless in their kitchen
-Rowan sleeps with boxers on or pajama bottoms only, NEVER a shirt.
-Rowan is like a furnace when he sleeps and Aelin doesn’t understand how? becasue she has the fire magic and he has wind so you would think that means he would be cooler. Nope
-LOTS AND LOTS OF BLANKETS. they love to be cozy
-Aelin loves just laying on top of Rowan sometimes and playing with his hair and resting her head on his chest.
-She is usually the little spoon but sometimes they break apart during the night and she wraps her arms around Rowan and kisses his back.
That’s all I have unfortunately. I wish I cold keep writing more. If you have any ideas reblog them with this, or send them to me and I’ll try to write another one.
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How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die? It is love we must hold on to, never easy but we try. Sometimes our happiness is captured, somehow a time and place stand still. Love lives on inside our hearts and always will.