“Mom, Listen, I haven’t been together with Topanga for twenty-two years, but we have been together for sixteen. ‘Kay, that’s a lot longer than most couples have been together. I mean, when we were born, you told me that we used to take walks in our strollers together in the park. When we were two, we were best friends, I mean, I, I knew everything about this girl. I knew her favorite color. I knew her favorite food. Then we became six, you know, and Eric made fun of me because it wasn’t cool to have a best friend that was a girl or even know a girl, so for the next seven years I threw dirt at her. I like to call those “the lost years”. Then when I was thirteen, Mom, she put me up against my locker and she kissed me. I mean, she gave me my first kiss. She taught me how to dance. She was always talking about these crazy things and I never understood a word she said. All I understood was that she was the girl I sat up every night thinking about, andwhen I’m with her I feel happy to be alive. Like I can do anything. Even talk to you like this. So that’s, that’s what I feel is love, Mom. When I’m better because she’s here.”
More often than not I’ll end up asking myself what went wrong, where I messed up, what life could be like now. But then sometimes, when I’m least expecting it, I’ll respond to those questions in a random thought of clarity: nothing went wrong, I didn’t mess up but let myself realize I wasn’t ready, there’s no way of knowing what life could be like right now so don’t worry about it. The answers never stick and I’m never able to call it a turning point because the next day I’ll see you again and be reminded of the fact that even though I broke up with you I’m here loving you.
Fives jerked upright in his bunk, narrowly missing cracking his head on the one
above him and glaring daggers at whoever dared interrupted his sleep. Then he
blinked, and frowned. “Tup? What’s wrong?”
scowling, his long, dark hair hanging loose around his face and shoulders. “Some
fucker put gum on my pillow.”
blinked, the words taking a moment to penetrate his still sleep fogged brain. “Fucking
Put. Gum. On. My. Pillow,” Tup said, slowly, irritation seeping into his words,
“And I can’t get it off.”
blinked again, and then his scowl grew darker. “Bantha-fucking―, turn around
and let me see.”
on the small light attached to the wall at the head of his bunk, Fives watched
as Tup turned and sat down, the light illuminating at large wade of pink-white
goo on the back of his head, tangled in his dark locks.
Fives repeated, “Vod, I think we’re gonna have to cut that out.”
sighed. “I was afraid you’d say that.” He shuffled in one of his pouches for a
moment, and then handed Fives a small vibro-blade. “Here. Try and do a decent
stared at the knife dumbly for a moment. “Uh… now?”
can’t sleep like this, can I?”
He had a
fair point. Placing the knife down on the bed, Fives scrubbed the remaining
sleep from his eyes, and picked it up again. “Okay. Here goes nothing.”
up doing a half decent job of it too. The gum was low enough down that by the
time Fives was finished, Tup’s hair sat just below his shoulders, still long
enough to be pulled up and away from his face when he had to where his helmet.
his hands over his head, and then nodded, satisfied. “Thanks, Fives.”
yawned, and smiled. “No prob, vod’ika. Can I go back to sleep now?”
Fives reached out, catching Tup around the waist and pulling him close, like a
stuffed toy. Tup, long since used to this kind of behaviour and not minding it
in the least, went without complaint, curling up against Fives’ chest with a soft
sigh, and Fives reached up, and turned out the light.
the following morning, a certain trooper with a fondness for chewing gum found
himself suddenly bald and with rather rude things written across his face,
well, Tup and Fives had no idea.
I cannot begin to describe how long I have wanted to shoot Hawkeye’s tattoo and burns. Just…. Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!! I have NEVER seen anyone do this part, and it’s such a vital aspect of her character.
I’ve found one of the best feelings lately to be at the end of the night, when your eyes are scratchy and all you want is sleep because you were so wrapped up in the game and couldn’t give up, laughing as the people around you got more and more funny as they seemingly got more and more drunk, drunk on no sleep, on caffeine, on humor, on each other, on life, and for once you go to bed with sore eyes but a smile on your face as the internal storm cleared for a while, a cease-fire in a seemingly never ending war.
c.t.//things I’ve taken for granted//excerpt from a book I won’t write
These two ladies are each insanely talented, and have respectively made the best Loki (that shot’s from 2011, it’s even better now!) and Thor I have ever seen. Getting them in the same shoot? Oh YES. (Aaaaaand I might have them booked for Ohayo! *crosses fingers*)
Park of Roses - Utena/ Dark Tower/ Madoka Magica/ SOMETHING
I just want a costume shot with roses. LOOK HOW PRETTY!
Walpurgisnacht - Madoka Magica
Because ViciousCosplay and I have been trying to get this to work for nearly a year. So far, my computer is VOID of Madoka shots. Clearly this must be remedied!
GARGOYLES Blast ye this is staying on the list until I get a group!
And if you’re interested, here’s how I did for 2013!