touch & beyond

“The way they defeated the aliens in Star Trek Beyond is unrealistic!”

For your convenience, here is a list of some other ways Star Trek villains have been defeated:

  • By Kirk reciting the Declaration of Independence really passionately
  • Kirk literally fighting himself
  • Kirk fighting himself again (this time while Spock watched)
  • Fat tribbles eating the problem away
  • Dr. McCoy applying mortar to an acidic rock creature
  • Spock mind-melding with a probe
  • Literal whales
  • The power of love defeating V’ger
  • Spock killing Kirk instead of having sex (Kirk got better)
  • An omnipotent being got his ass grounded by his parents
  • By doing literally nothing and history happened the way it would have anyway (plus there was a cat who turned into a hot lady)
  • The crew dressed up in suits and threatened to shoot gangsters
  • Kirk explaining birth control to an overpopulated planet
  • By making children cry

So you see, Beyond is actually well within the Star Trek tradition of ridiculousness. 

I love you.
It’s the most honest thing I could say to you, yet it still feels like a lie. You see, I don’t just love you, I crave your touch. I seek your advice and wish for your laugh. I would go blind just to be your muse, and I would lose my mind if it meant I could watch you become the person you aspire to be. I love you, it’s true, but I believe it goes beyond that, beyond anything words could ever describe.

progression


(Trek Tag)

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In a haze, a stormy haze
I’ll be round, I’ll be loving you always
Always
Here I am and I’ll take my time
Here I am and I’ll wait in line always

Always.

Ed’s visit with sweet Melody today has special meaning to me, more than anyone might realize. My beautiful, sweet, almost 3 year old niece Emily, was diagnosed with Rett Syndrome this year, the same thing this precious girl has. Rett Syndrome is terrifying, it has robbed my Emily-girl of her speech, the use of her hands, the ability to eat and digest properly, and at some point it will likely confine to her to a wheelchair. It also eventually will likely cut her life short. 😢💔
Many skills and abilities she once had, she’s lost because of Rett. She’s smart as hell, feisty as the day is long, and is learning to use Eye Gaze technology to communicate, since she’s unable to use her voice, and nobody has a brighter smile and a more beautiful laugh than my niecey.

Seeing our Teddy so lovingly give his time and energy, and his HEART, to this beautiful, special little girl… It just overwhelms me and makes me love him that much more. I shed some serious tears today watching him love on another little Rett Warrior. 💜💜💜💜💜💜 I love his heart so hard it hurts.

So to Ed, and to Stu, bless you for taking the time to make this happen, for making her dream come true, and for shining your love and light on a day that we all needed it so badly. It means more to me than you’ll ever, ever know. 💕

L-💚

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______twitterpated;;
(adj.) the dizzy exciting feeling you get when you think about or see the object of your affection.

and when you spread your arms it’s like waves and waves of affirmation and the quickness of my breathe shallows and I can finally see the shore.
never have I met someone who is vines and vines of curiosity, branches lifting me from the soil, letting me grow on my own but helping me on my way up.
it’s like you speak to the heavens and every word is a safe haven. I’m rocking on this patch of self discovery and you’re the anchor telling me it’s okay and that I’m safe.
without a doubt you have touched lives and lived beyond your 20 years, you allow the world to engulf you, yet you still can breathe. yet you can still hold onto me.
—  I think I’m falling in love again

…can’t things just end? I mean…can anything ever just be over???

If you used your “final four words” didn’t you FINISH IT? 

Through all of history mankind has ingested psychedelic substances. Those substances exist to put you in touch with spirits beyond yourself, with the creator, with the creative impulse of the planet.
—  Ray Manzarek ( The Doors )

anonymous asked:

There was something about Iris' face when she said "The man I love is a superhero". It's like this is the most mesmerized I've seen her when it comes to Barry Allen. It's a favorite look of mine so far. It's also so beautiful when Barry returns that look, too.

It’s definitely satisfying to see Iris so smitten with Barry and to realize how her view of him has evolved over the years. Her main point here is to emphasize Barry’s status as a hero in her eyes, but she doesn’t hesitate to call him the man that she loves because she’s reached a point where it’s so casual and truthful for her to acknowledge that.

And we know Barry always looks like this when it comes to Iris, but this smile is a little different in the way that while he will forever be in awe of her, he’s also reacting to her flattery and is genuinely touched and beyond happy that she sees him in this light now, that she refers to him as the man that she loves. He’s so pleased at this that he can’t help a shameless expression of glee.

Title: wanna lock in your love

Prompt: Novelty

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.

Rating: very very light M.

Word count: 988.

A/N: It’s sasusaku smut week ya’ll. I’m fucking dying. :’) I’ve been so excited. Sadly I wasn’t able to write this longer oneshot about all the little times their make out sessions got more sexual and they got more daring, which was my original plan, but at least I managed to write a small thing. I hope it doesn’t seem too sudden or rushed though? Eh–w/e, have a slice of life fic of cute, young, traveling sasusaku breaching into sexual territory for the first time! :)


It happens on a rainy night during their travels, in the shelter of their tent—the first time Sasuke touches her beyond the lines of innocence. The first time he lets himself feel the warmth of her bared skin.

Sakura cannot help but to gasp.

(the moment was finally here.)

Ever since that day all those weeks ago where he’d first pushed her up against a tree to kiss the living hell out of her, her thoughts have too often been consumed with fantasies of his hand hungrily exploring her naked flesh, touching and squeezing in ways that would only make her moan. But now as she feels his calloused fingers pressing and brushing against her quivering belly, Sakura cannot help but to think that it feels so much better than everything she’s imagined all this time.

It wasn’t to say that his hand hadn’t wandered when they got caught up in their heated kisses—it had often roamed over her subtle curves, caressing in ways that never failed to make her shudder—but he’d constantly evaded her more intimate spots, never daring to slip past the material of her clothes, as if afraid of moving too fast. He always appeared careful despite his transparent state of burning desire, every stroke a precise, thought-out calculation, impulses seemingly contained with the help of a very fine, practiced control.

But tonight, her lover has allowed himself a little more freedom, a little more boldness, and Sakura is nothing if forever thankful; she has waited too long for this. Sighing and reveling in his touch, she draws him in for a long, deep kiss, languidly twining her fingers in his hair.

He ignites fire everywhere he strokes, she finds, and in that heat she feels something even greater: a profound reverence, a quiet worship, an endless, muted love. Her heart swells at this, cheeks flushing warmly, affection and desire washing over in sharp, powerful waves that seem to overwhelm her senses. He runs his hand over her back, her side, her abdomen, touching his tongue to hers as she cradles his body between her thighs, and Sakura feels both emotional and feverish somehow.

They have never been so close, but somehow they are still not close enough; the thought causes her to reach out and run her hands along the span of his own form, pushing and tugging to try and drag him against her.

But then his hand slides along her side, pauses to the place just shy of her bound breast, and toys with the bindings there, prompting her to break from their kiss with a hitched breath, eyes slipping open to look at him. Her half-lidded gaze meets the sight of him, panting and looking down at her so very hesitantly, cheeks lightly flushed. He is silently asking if he is stepping over a line, if he has been too daring or eager, if he is even doing this right, and Sakura knows that he will not move before she gives him some sort of answer.

So she smiles gently, and blushes a little, reaching to cup his cheek with all the love that she holds for him, while her free hand moves to guide his own over her mound, pressing softly. The red of his cheek darkens, and she sees his throat bob with a swallow, but he doesn’t look away from her as he squeezes her, so tentatively, testing her reaction. Sakura makes a sound to encourage him, timidly arching into his touch.

His jaw clenches at this. Molding her flesh a little more firmly, he leans down to kiss her again.

He begins an eager exploration then, and Sakura closes her eyes, wrapping her arms around him as he moves to test out different pressures and sensations, trying to learn what she likes. She helps him down the right path by sighing and moaning softly every time he does something that feels good, whispering breathy consents as he silently requests to touch her more boldly. She knows Sasuke appreciates it by the way he kisses her, long and sweet, hand stroking more confidently.

Eventually, the bindings come undone, and the roughened pad of his thumb finds her pebbled nipple, prompting a shiver down her spine. He flicks against it, brushes it, and lightly strokes around, causing rushes of such soft, delightful friction that send her biting down her lip, fingers clenching his shirt tightly. But when he does it again, she can’t help herself from gasping out his name against his mouth.

Sasuke seems to take it the wrong way; pulling away quickly, he mumbles a soft apology and looks away from her, moving to hide his face in the crook of her neck. Sakura tries not to shiver at the sensation his shirt creates as it lightly brushes her hard nubs. “Sorry,” he says again, full of embarrassment. “I don’t—I don’t know what I’m doing.”

He sounds so worried she cannot help but to smile. She pulls him close again, weaving a hand into his hair carefully. “You didn’t hurt me, Sasuke-kun,” she murmurs, closing her eyes. “Just the opposite, really—when you touched me like that, it felt really good… I guess it just surprised me how sensitive I was.”

She feels him swallow, and kisses his hair. And when he doesn’t move to touch her again, clearly too hesitant, she cannot help her amusement. Gently pulling him back to look at him again, she smiles tenderly, and urges him to meet her gaze with a stroke to his cheek. When he finally does, she takes a quiet breath and shyly leads his hand back to her breast.

“It felt good, Sasuke-kun,” she says again. She presses his hand there more insistently. “I promise.”

She sees his eyes soften. It is apparently all it takes to make him lean down again, kissing her once more as he pursues his tentative exploration.

“ Come to the light with me.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I’m scared about being visible. Where you can see my scratches and marks. Where you can see the flaws on my face and the scar on my skin. Let us stay in the dark where all we can identify is the warmth of our breath. The taste of our lips. The tenderness of our touch. Let us stay beyond physical. Where you can imagine how perfect I am and where I can be who you want me to be.”

“Don’t you want to be accepted for whoever you are?”

“Everyone wants to be accepted. But I like what we have now. Your words can’t be a guarantee that you will stay even after you see how broken I can be once I am visible. I don’t want to give you a reason to runaway yet. Not yet. I am not ready to let you go.”

“So that’s how shallow you think my love is?”

“I’ve been here before. I’ve seen people leaving me behind once they see how unattractive I am. And right now, nothing can win over my fear of being left— not even your so called love.”

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! If anyone is interested, please feel free to do any fanarts/fics based in this AU - I came up with it but I don’t exactly claim it as mine so? ? ?  ENJOY, FEEL FREE TO MAKE ANY CHANGES AND HAVE FUN!!! 

They do keep in touch, yes!

Beyond that, tho, I confess I haven’t really thought about it. What I had in mind is that their relationship may weaken a bit bc keeping in touch via letters is p tough despite everything but they’re still rly good friends. If they’re to end up together, they probably meet in person after Yuuri graduates - be it because they want to or by chance, I!! have no idea LMAO but they can go from here!!

No worries!

You mean- Yurio would be another Hogwarts student, or from Viktor’s school?

Hmm both are possible ideias, but since I’m p stubborn about not changing anyone’s age in this, that’d be unlikely for my personal take in this AU! I’m kinda leaning towards Yurio’s being something like Viktor’s lil bro who kinda tags along because… . .….. bc Yurio is Yurio and he can,

(maybe he fits into viktors suitcase, dunno, magic is real right)

AAA THANK YOU!!!! I’m really happy to hear this! I feel blessed to receive such positive feedback!!