sun shelters

She is the brightest star on the darkest night
because she understands how it feels to be lost

She is the mountain that offers support and shelter
because she understands what it means to be a survivor

But she is also the ocean,
pulling her waves back into herself
as she rests between breaths- 

And she hopes that the world understands
that even the sun must set to be able to rise.

—  Emina Gaspar-Vrana, She Is
You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love me.
—  Bob Marley
You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love me.
—  Bob Marley

why tall friends are great

  • they are towering fortresses good for taking shelter from sun, rain, and vicious birds
  • excellent hiding spot
  • they provide a path in crowds so we small ones can get through
  • can use as large pillows 10/10 would recommend


  • what do their faces look like
  • they’re always looking around like ‘SHIT where did my small friend go did i lose them’ worry not tall friend i am down here


  • hugs are very boob
You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love me.
—  Bob Marley
You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love me.
—  Bob Marley

watercolor by Maggie Umber, poem by T.C.

For Maggie, who knows all the shades of sky

I think of you in watercolour seasons and silhouettes; in birds of light diffused into the stillness of blue winter.

Colours that grow wings and carry you to a brighter blue, and a treeline that sings a rustling tune of shelter.

Reticent sun in spring; life calls you to begin again in songs of pale green, stirring under pink silvered morning.

Warmth blossoms into warmth; August walks beside you, on a path paved with an enduring kindness that does not fade.

In an autumn sunset after rain, profuse gold beneath heavy clouds finds echo in you.

–T.C. (2017) @street-heart-posts

Allura/Shiro Same Train AU

He killed her. It was awful. They commuted in on the same early train, he got on two stops after she did and they always sat in the same carriage. She had started being very specific about it. It had become part of her routine. Third from the engine, stand near the sun shelter on the platform, go to the second floor, sit by a window, wait.

He had never said a word to her. She had never heard him say anything but they’d fallen into that odd rhythm of familiar strangers. They had started sitting near each other to make sure that when the pack of college stusents got on, they’d be able to command and entire pod of chairs. Another solo commuter might join them now and then but the loud group complaining about professors stayed away. She did her case reviews and he scrolled something, probably email, on his phone.

They didn’t talk.

They just sat in proximity until they got to the city and she got off and he kept going to somewhere else to do God knew what in a decent but not pretentious suit.

It would have been nice if he was a middle aged woman. No. It was nice. It was just that he killed her because he was gorgeous and silent and not interested and why couldn’t she be the one to say something first? She was not shy. That was not who she was, she could talk to anyone. She was a trial lawyer, talking was what she did.

But not to Train Guy.

There would be a delay and he would glance up and make eye contact as though to say, “ugh this,” or something strange would happen or the crossword guy who sat at the other end of the car would yell out a request for a “five letter word ending in u,” and Train Guy would give her this little smile like they were in on the same joke and she’d think about him all day.

She finally cracked around the time the weather started getting cold in October. He had a coat, it was just one of those gray wool coats that a thousand people had but he made it look good. That morning crossword guy called out a request for “knight, seven letters,” and Train Guy gave her one of those half amused, half annoyed smiles and she cracked.

She dug a post it note out of her purse and put her name and number on it. She fiddled with it until the tinny speaker system announced that her stop was the next one.

She stood. He sat across from her, closer to the window while she’d taken the aisle seat. She caught him glance up at her and leaned down to stick the post-it to the screen of his phone without breaking eye contact.

Goddamn it, she was close enough to know that he smelled good.

“If you ever want to tell me the thoughts that go with that smile, give me a call,” she said then wheeled and headed for the stairs as the train pulled into the station.

You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shinning. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love me.
—  |~ Bob Marley ~|

anonymous asked:

KamuKomaHina, 23?

23. Seeking Shelter

The sun had been blisteringly hot. That was true, and Komaeda hadn’t thought it could get much worse, weather wise. He nearly had heatstroke once a week, and broke out into sweat and sunburns whenever he went outside for too long. He had to wear his hood up on those hot days to keep his face from burning, but that just made his head feel hot and scorched, even if it kept his face from burning.

He was really truly glad for his hood now, though, as rain beat down on him relentlessly, thunder clapping in the distance as he walked, soaked to the bone and shivering.

“Face it, Kamukura, we’re lost!” Hinata huffed, rushing up to catch up to the long haired boy, who merely huffed.

“I know exactly where we are going, Hinata.” He said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “We will reach proper shelter in about an hour. It is possible the storm will have died down by then. We are not ‘lost.’ I would go as far to say it is impossible to be lost when accompanying me -”

“Argh, just c-can it, alright? Forget I asked!” Hinata glared at him, and Komaeda sneezed, wobbling on his feet. Hinata looked back at him, then shot a glare back at Kamukura.

“We don’t have an hour, idiot! Komaeda looks like he’s about to faint!”

“Ah…n-no…I’m f-f-f-” He sneezed again, cutting off his remark. He felt so he could never be warm again…

“…I see.” Kamukura didn’t skip a beat, moving backwards to lift Komaeda into his arms, even as Komaeda tried to weakly protest. All that came out were soft whimpers and coughs. Hinata huffed, but didn’t say anything about it, for now.

“Can’t we find…I dunno, a cave or something!?” He said instead, and Kamukura considered, before looking at the ground, seemingly following tracks or signs only he could see or percieve.

“That may be the best course of action, yes…”

Hinata nodded triumphantly, as if he were pleased to have thought of an option that Kamukura had not considered, even if they were all soaked to the bone and it certainly was not a time for any sort of triumphant feelings.

They managed to find a cave, simple and large and echoey. Kamukura, being the genius that he was, was able to start a fire fairly quickly. Hinata, on the other hand, took one of the blankets they’d packed to camp in their backpacks, and wrapped it around himself and Komaeda.

“Y-You’re shaking like a leaf.’ Hinata mumbled, hesitating before wrapping his arms around him. Komaeda jolted, in surprise.

“H-Hinata-kun - ?”

“I’m just keeping you warm. You look like you’re about to freeze to death.” He said, sounding oddly defensive for someone who was simply trying to keep a friend warm. His face was flushed too.

Kamukura gave a snort that sounded very much like it came from a place of doubt at Hinata’s statement, tending the fire.

“…The storm is raging for longer than I predicted.” He spoke softly, standing up as soon as it seemed the fire was large enough to not be put out by the powerful winds or sleeting rain. “…We may have to stay here for the night.”

“F-For the night!? We’ll freeze!”

“We have blankets. And we have a fire. You and I will be fine, if a touch uncomfortable for the night, Hinata.” Kamukura studied Komaeda for a few moments, even as Komaeda’s face nuzzled instinctively into Hinata’s shoulder. He was warm, but still, it didn’t feel like it was enough. He really felt dizzy and heavy, at this rate.

“Komaeda is the one I am most concerned for, however.”

Komaeda shuddered, feeling like such a bother. Why did he have to be so frail? He didn’t want Kamukura and Hinata both worrying for him…!

“I-I-I’m sorry…” He managed to say, teeth chattering. Kamukura stared at him for a few more moments, before kneeling to open his own backpack, pulling out another large blanket - they’d packed three for the cabin stay, after all. Kamukura sat on the other side of Komaeda, even as Hinata instinctively squeezed Komaeda tighter, protectively, as he did so.

“K-Kamukura-kun…?” Komaeda managed to say in a questioning tone, even as his teeth chattered. What was he doing? And why was Hinata holding him so carefully, so tightly, as if Komaeda were something precious he was afraid Kamukura would hurt…

Instead of hurting him, he slipped under the blanket Hinata and Komaeda were sharing, ignoring flustered protests from Hinata, and draped his own blankets over the three of them. Komaeda felt a burst of warmth go through him, and it only increased when Kamukura wrapped his arms around him, parallel to Hinata’s arms. He gasped softly, feeling warm even as the rain droned outside persistently.

“Are you warmer, Komaeda?”

“Y-Yes.” His teeth had even stopped chattering, “…yes. Thank you, Kamukura-kun…Hinata-kun…” He was so lucky, to have such kind friends that were willing to touch filth like him…he was filthy at the moment, too. He’d slipped and tripped several times while they waded through the storm. His clothes were really filthy, and yet his precious friends were clinging to him anyway.

He really was lucky…

“…It may be best for us to sleep like this.” Kamukura murmured, closing his eyes. “We are warm, and by the time we wake, the storm will have passed. I am certain of it.”

“Tch, and what if it hasn’t?” Hinata protested.

“It will have.”

“You say that like it’s a fact…!”

“It is.”

“Ugh…you’re so arrogant, Kamukura.” Hinata huffed, nuzzling Komaeda’s shoulder even as Komaeda blushed brightly. He was…just doing it for warmth, right? Of course…it couldn’t be more than that…

“We shall see if it is mere arrogance.” Kamukura rested his own head on Komaeda’s shoulder, making him blush even brighter. He felt so close to both of them…so warm, and safe.

“Hurry up and sleep, Komaeda…” Hinata shook his head, “…you’re gonna get a fever, or something.”

Komaeda bit his lip, but nodded. He could sleep, yeah…it’d be fine. Everything seemed like it’d be fine.

He fell asleep surprisingly easily, a soft smile on his face. His luck had really given him a good outcome, this time…how amazing.

Sweet Dreams

Originally posted by alatars


Til Death Do Us Part: Part 1 | Part 2 |

Pairing: Eomer x Wife!Reader

A/N: FLUFF. Mention of pregnancy. Daddy Eomer is very contagious.

Sleep came to you easily once you hoisted yourself onto the cot. Never would you have believed it would feel like you were floating on air. Perhaps it was the grueling day you were dealt or the growing tension amongst the men. Maybe it was the stress, but it was most likely the same reason why your husband refused to let you ride long distances at fast paces.

“How are my loves tonight?” Eomer asked. He peeled his tunic from his body, allowing you a view of his rippled torso. The light from the lantern didn’t reveal too much in the darkness, but it was enough to see his matted dark blonde hair and a glimpse of his dark chocolate eyes. The setting made him look almost ominous, but that sweet smile broke through the façade.

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Not One Of Us

Title: Not One Of Us-3



Summary: monachopsis -The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place

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My heart drops and my chest swells with pain.

I feel like I can’t breath.

My legs buckle and my vision blurs with tears.

Their still yelling but I can’t seem to hear what their saying anymore.

I find my legs moving without giving them the instruction to and running down the staircase. I make it to the front door and turn to look at a shocked Mason, Nora and Kris’s children. I shake my head to relieve the tears in my eyes before booking it out of the house.

I hear them call out after me but I can’t find it in me to turn around, so I just keep running. The paths are blurred and I’m not watching where exactly I’m going.

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