I don’t want to need so much of you

each night, these phantom dreams

ravage my thoughts

I am a tomb of raspy bones,

brittle, thirsting

for your love.

Tossing in rhythmic haze,

I feel you

reach through,

soaking my sadness,

pouring your warmth

from scented lips,

soft as crushed silk upon my skin.

You dip my frail fingers

in your heart’s gentle river

sifting and soothing your words

with devotion, overflowing.

I don’t want to need this much of you

each night, to hunger

for your face I long to hold,

hands I yearn to touch,

eyes that crave to gaze beyond

these mystic dreams.

And still-

I feel your pillowed whisper

rustling through my sleeves,

teasing down my neck,

“I love you.”

Nocturne // Rhapsodyinblue45


—  dear boy with claws for hands,
are your lips still chapped
from the poison that grew
in the back of your throat?
i wonder if you’re still awake
in the car at 4 in the morning,
driving to the stars because
you wanted to save yourself
or if your fingers still shake
at the sight of pill bottles
or if you’re still fucking her
to pass the time  
or if the taste of my name
makes the pit in your stomach grow
until you can’t bear to shut your eyes
for more than a moment,
because the smell of me,
of lilacs and maple syrup
and fall afternoons in the mountains
still linger in your dreams.
i never wished peace for you.
but if you tell everyone
you’re happier than me,
that the thought of me doesn’t
make your spine ache
or your lips tingle
or deepen the hitch in your breath
or wake you up in cold sweat
at 4 in the morning
then i can sleep deeply,
knowing your lips are still chapped,
and dried out
by your poisonous lies.

You know that place between sleep and awake? That place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting….

Upon the Perigean Tide [1/1]

Wishing two of my favouite people @shoedonym and @thejollypirate wonderful birthdays, which, despite being on opposite sides of the planet, they will celebrate under the same moon.

Thank for being my bros, bros. I wrote you a moon friends fic. Sort of.

Love you.


Rated T for like two swears.



Vis: the point at which the moon is closest to the earth.

It’s midday, but still Emma Swan dreams of the man she only sees by moonlight.

That wasn’t how it started.

It never is.

The moon had been low in the sky the night she’d lost him. Full and bright, it had cast its reflected light over the smoking craters, the clouds of magic that hung - thick and purple-grey - between the trees, catching at the ends of her hair as she ran. At the curve of his hook as he disappeared.

She hadn’t expected it to be forever.

Why would she. It never was. Portals were as common here as trains on the NYC subway. More so, if her memory served her right. She’d just wave a wand or chant some incantation and he’d reappear- flustered but fine. He would.

He didn’t.

They told her not to worry - her parents, Regina, her son - and she’d shook her head, agreed that he’s a survivor, he’ll be back.

But then the moon waned and waxed and waned once more, and the sun warmed the ground she waited upon, warmed and warmed until it burnt the tops of her breasts, the bridge of her nose.

Her breath hitched and her son watched and still, he never came.

She should have known better.

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About the fast encounter

When Rhett and Link stepped out of the Theater door, I felt a rush of feelings. And every persistent Mythical Beast there applauded. We were proud and super happy!

Rhett and Link seemed happy too, they had a glow about them and they smiled the whole time.

I was so overwhelmed and just remember thinking “They look exactly like they do on video” (well, duh) and “So tall” and “Link smells good” and “oh god, oh god, oh god”. It was surreal and felt like a dream(it still does, including the show).

And their hair? The video really don’t do them justice, they have MAGNIFICENT hair! They are such a beautiful duo!

The driver/man leading them out keep saying impatiently that they had to go. But they were awesome and took picture with everyone that asked!

In a moment that felt like a blink, they were gone… And I feel in love all over again!

i really like… that despite erw/in being labeled as a demon and had stained his hands with the death of so many people, he still had the dream of an innocent child in his heart. thats a really nice concept that caught me out of guard. his character being so mysterious makes more sense to me since is obvious he didnt want to show weakness.

“Caution, Clerk.”

A Clerk I knew, sharp with wit,
Wandered through an old scroll
As the sun began to sit —
With resolve was his soul!
But he had little concern
For the working mind’s health;
As he refused to adjourn,
He abandoned new wealth.

This Clerk worked ’til candle’s end,
To room dark, cold, and still;
Drowsy now to dreams he wend,
His mind drained of its will.
A demon came as he slept –
Shadow with evil aim!
To this frail fellow he crept,
Brimming with vile flame!

Cautious a Clerk ought to be,
Of the tasks that cluster,
For if you let studies spree,
Your soul’s work will fluster.
Devotion is delightful,
But excess will cause doom;
Your spirit will be spiteful!
Save moderation room.

– Fjorn the Skald

anonymous asked:

Any reason why you don’t want more children? You’re funny!

I had big dreams before I had kids then I became a single mum because my ex and I were living in different countries. I had to give up on some of them to raise my daughter and when I had a second child last year, I took a break from work and college. People like to glamorize pregnancy and motherhood but the truth is your life will never be the same or work out the way you planned it. My boyfriend can still have a career if we have 2 or 3 more kids but it won’t be the same for me and since the idea of letting a man take care of me makes me sick, I can still achieve whatever dream and ambitions I have left with 2 kids. That’s what I like to say but if I’m really honest I just find kids too noisy and clingy(why do you think I’m still not back home yet). It’s also too much work to get back in shape.

[SUMMARY] BTS 2013-2017:

2013: Kids who turned gangsta because the school system is sh*t but they still have dreams. They will also feel embarrassed because of their name (Bulletproof boy scouts) soooo much they will just simply make TWO songs singing their name #Logic

Originally posted by taerashh

2014: Somehow they fell in love and the girl is in danger? but simply speaking they are just having a one-sided love and the girl is a b*tch who is using them. Also just like a pregnant woman their mood is not steady due to hormones. 

Originally posted by kaiffee

2015: We don’t know if it’s still the same girl but they need one now. Also, they found a hobby: running (This explains the thighs *wink*). They are very sad and depressed but they like to party together. Until they decide to have a career because that’s dope and clubbing is not. It was also the year with SO MANY theories and questions. All their fans became full-time inspectors and part-time psychiatric hospital patients.  

Originally posted by vhopeislifeu

2016: That year was THE year. First, they started putting on fire EVERYTHING while dancing in an empty swimming pool. Then some months later asked for help in some kinda field. And when we thought it can’t get any more insane. Well … recall that b*tch from before? now they are telling her to take their blood, sweat, tears, soul, cold breath, last dance … then they ask her to choke them then kill them! BOI ANY GURL WILL RUN AWAY WHAT THE HELL JUST GIVE HER A TEDDY BEAR! I am starting to really think it’s not the girl’s fault.

Originally posted by vminisreal

2017: Well this year was full of plot twists. They call a song Spring Day but they froze filming it in winter. They said they were bulletproof but they got shot. And when we thought they made ‘Wings’ so now they will stop running, guess WHAT? they added black ninjas to the club (just to be EXTRA) and went running in the mountains (because a gym is too ORDINARY). And it didn’t end there. Recall that girl AGAIN we talked about? Now they think they are related to her via their DNA. And called an album after HER. They are definitely not obsessed but one thing for sure the fans like HER. One last thing they are now Beyond The Scene a name no one will mention but their Wikipedia page.  

Originally posted by jijkooks

But seriously after only 4+ years, BTS kept evolving, changing and experiencing with different styles while not failing to produce quality music, dance, and content. Indeed the questions are: How much can they grow? How far will they go? And CAN WE GET SOME REAL ANSWERS PLEASE??? 

By @mimibtsghost

What she says: I’m fine.

What she means: Hyun Ryu, aka Zen, deserves so much better? A lot of people talk about how good looking he is or that he’s a narcissist, but they forget that it’s a crucial point in his route is how self conscious he really is? And don’t even get me started on how people ignore that his mother emotionally abused him during his childhood. Who the hell calls their child ugly? To protect them? Instead of just teaching them that people might take advantage of them because of how they look so they should keep their guard up? Suuure. I, for one, am proud that he still manages to be so confident after all that. And he’s still going after his dreams despite the fact that he was told he wasn’t going to make it anywhere. He joined a gang and got out of it to make his life better. And he’s doing it on his own, too, wow. People also give him crap for hating on Jumin, which is understandable, but making up with Jumin is also a crucial part of his route. He lets go of projecting his the image of his brother on Jumin and they actually become friends who just have banter? There is no reason to hate this boy? He’s such a sweetheart that gives really useful advice when it comes to handling life and tough situations. He’s very comforting and willing to go above and beyond for the people close to him. He’s willing to drop everything to run over to MC or take in Yoosung. He cares about Jaehee’s health and really just wants her to take a break? He a Mom Friend and a big brother but he’s also such a cute dork? Especially when it comes to things like technology and romantic gestures? The boy even wants to let MC meet his parents before they get married and they won’t let him in the door? And the fandom portrays him as this salty, kind of violent, self-absorbed, character? And don’t even get me started on The Beast™ because? He doesn’t even bring it up that often? And when he does bring it up, it’s after he meets MC in person and even then, it’s only briefly before he changes the subject. Cause this boy would literally wait as long as MC wants him to. I could literally go on, but the main point is that Zen deserves so much better and I will love him enough for the whole fandom if I have to.


Rat Race - a short comic about surviving and falling into the rat race.

I made this (in a rush for an anthology with amazing friends) 3 years ago, and I have never posted it online! It’s incredible timing too, to remember to post it - when I wrote/drew this I hadn’t entered uni yet, and right now, I’m finishing it (graduation! adulthood! entering the actual rat race!).

It is an incredibly dark comic, but like, as the author of this, who had those fears then and still have those fears now, who wrote this when she was younger and now has some insight to the graduating experience -, I ask you to keep trucking. Considering how awful the world is right now, it’s more important and cooler than ever to embrace the things you love and that make you happy. Your fave books and shows. Exercising. Family you love (found and/or biological). That ice cream in the fridge. Your existence in this world is valuable; love is love is love is love is love. You’re one of those loves.

You may never achieve your dreams (still, be open) - there’s also the possibility that it may change - but you can still have parts of it in your life. What you must do, forever and always, is continue to hope.

PLEASE READ THE SEQUEL - The Road Well Travelled. Which is a newer (therefore wiser?), positive comic about the same topic.

Sleep tight

“This is ridiculous!”

For once in his life, Harry heartily agreed with Malfoy. This really was ridiculous. What was Dumbledore thinking? True, things had gone a bit out of hand after the last Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin but that didn’t justify… this!

“How am I supposed to concentrate on my O.W.L.s when I have to put up with a bunch of pillocks?!”

“Stop complaining, Malfoy. It won’t change anything,” Terry Boot called from across the dorm. Their newly shared dorm. One student from each house, that was the new rule. Dumbledore had announced it two weeks ago and Harry’s only consolation was that he was still in Gryffindor tower, in his own bed, while the other Gryffindors had moved into other dorms.

Harry still wasn’t convinced this would do anything for house unity. So far, Malfoy had picked a fight with Terry every time they were in the same room and he had even tried to hex Justin Finch-Fletchley once. As much as it annoyed Harry, at least it diverted Malfoy’s attention away from him. He really wasn’t in the mood to fight. He missed Ron. Seeing him in classes but not sharing a dorm just wasn’t the same.

“Potter! Get your filthy Quidditch robes away from my bed,” Malfoy growled, nudging the red and gold robes on the floor with his foot. Harry rolled his eyes.

“Will you relax? They’re nowhere near your bed,” Harry said exasperatedly.

“They are on my side of the room. Have you forgotten everything I told you about boundaries?” Malfoy fumed, drawing an invisible line between their beds with his hand, as he had done on their first day as dormmates.

Harry heard Terry snort.

“You’re one to talk,” he muttered under his breath.

“What was that”? Malfoy whirled around and gave Terry a dangerous look. Harry expected them to have another shouting match but Terry just shook his head and waved a dismissive hand in the air.

“If you have something to say, just say it!” Malfoy approached Terry, his hands on his hips.

“You of all people do not want me to say this out loud, believe me,” Terry said unblinking. Malfoy scrutinised him and Harry noticed a strange expression flicker across his face. “Unless you want to explain why these boundaries don’t seem to apply to you. Especially-”

“Are you trying to blackmail me? With something that you clearly imagined?” Malfoy interrupted him. His body was rigid and his face was inches away from Terry’s. The Ravenclaw smirked, his eyes darting over to Harry and then back to Malfoy.

“You know, Malfoy,” Terry said, crossing his arms in front of his chest, a smug expression on his face. “I always suspected you’d feel right at home in the Gryffindor dorms but I had no idea you’d get that cosy.”

Harry reacted on instinct when he saw Malfoy draw his wand. He grabbed his own from the nightstand and pointed it at Malfoy.

“Expelliarmus,” he yelled. Malfoy’s wand flew across the room and Harry caught it with his free hand. “Seriously, Malfoy? What is wrong with you?” Harry watched as Malfoy’s shoulders slightly slumped. Without another word he stormed out of the dorm, slamming the door behind him.

“What was that all about?” Harry murmured. He gave Terry a puzzled look. The Ravenclaw just sighed.

“Honestly, I don’t want to get in the middle of this, but Malfoy just… ugh!” Terry stomped his foot once and shook his head. “It’s really between the two of you.”

“The two of us?” Harry couldn’t imagine a scenario in which he and Malfoy could be referred to as ‘the two of you’. All he and Malfoy ever did was fight. Or ignore each other. Well, pretend to ignore each other would probably be more accurate.

“I really don’t want to be hexed in my sleep,” Terry groaned. “But… maybe try to be a bit more alert tonight, Harry. That’s all I’m going to say.”

Harry scratched the back of his neck, completely at loss.

“Okay,” he mumbled, wondering what on earth Terry was on about.

Draco sighed as he leaned his head against Harry’s nightstand. It really wasn’t fair. He watched as Harry’s chest rose and fell steadily, his face looking softer than ever in the moonlight. Why did he have to be so beautiful? Slowly, his fingers rose to Harry’s forehead to brush his bangs out of his face. He looked so peaceful.

It really wasn’t Draco’s fault he stayed up night after night to watch Harry sleep like a total creep. The first time it had happened, Draco had been wakened by a soft whimper. Investigating it further, he had seen Harry all sweaty and thrashing in his bed. Draco had intended to wake him, but as soon as he had leaned down, Harry had grabbed him and had pulled him down.

At first, Draco hadn’t been sure if Harry was awake or still asleep. He had gone very still when Harry had clutched at him until he had finally wrapped him in his arms and had almost strangled Draco. His face had been pressed against Harry’s chest, the Gryffindor’s heartbeat drumming against his cheek. It had been the most amazing thing Draco had ever felt.

He hadn’t dared to fall asleep that night. Seeing as Harry had finally calmed down with Draco in his arms, Draco had supposed it would be better to stay there until dawn. With Harry being restless in the bed beside him, he wouldn’t have gotten much sleep anyway.

After that, Draco had made a habit of watching Harry sleep. His touch seemed to calm the Gryffindor whenever he seemed to have a bad dream. But he hadn’t pulled Draco into his bed again. Draco didn’t want to admit to himself that he was secretly waiting for it to happen once more but he found himself leaning closer to his so-called enemy with every passing night.

As his fingers continued to stroke the soft curls, he frowned. No, Harry wasn’t his enemy at night. During the day, Draco kept up his snarky attitude and his animosity. But at night, there was no need for that. At night, he could simply stare at the boy who made his heart beat faster, who made his scalp prickle and who was responsible for the smile Draco had to hide once dawn was breaking.

Sometimes, Draco wished he didn’t have to hide it, could show it openly and let the stupid git know.

It really wasn’t fair.

Harry held his breath when he felt Malfoy’s fingers brush his ear. His heartbeat picked up instantly and he was pretty sure he was blushing. His cheeks suddenly felt really hot, as did the rest of his body.

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I honestly love the end of chapter 132 like

I love how instead of taking uncle Diedrich’s advice as an insult, OCiel legitimately said, “yeah, that guy has a point. I should stand on my own!” and then after hearing his dad and aunt kind of talk smack about him, he decides to think about his future in the context of his wants instead of his family’s (ie. owning a toy shop instead of worrying whether or not he’s fit to be an earl).


HE’S JUST LIKE “I HAVE THIS DREAM AND IT’S GREAT” and even when his brother’s like “nah you can’t do that you can’t leave me alone,” he doesn’t say “haha you’re right.” No. He sticks to his plan to follow his fucking dreams but still comforts his brother regardless aaaaa it’s so cute.

AND THEN YEARS LATER he actually gets the opportunity be earl, meaning he really doesn’t need to worry about making his own way by starting a toy shop.

Because now he has a shit ton of money and power. 

And what does he do with that shit ton of money and power?

He doesn’t open up a toy shop.