Sudden– like stale cigarettes and pale girls that didn’t know how to love so they pick guys that’ll help the days go by. Cold– airy like your breath, but we never got to kiss, I can still feel my fingers trace your spine, another letter about not being able to call you mine, baby, I love you just isn’t enough and it’s no longer true, but the truth is some dead part of me is still fucking in love with you and we’ve changed. Stitches– words still tremble through my voice, I can’t look at myself and I hate myself, secrets etched into my skull. I think about every night, but you’ll never know. Fuck the metaphors, I’ll just live a little. Fuck the time, when you’re living in your prime– life is such a strange event. How many days will fly by as I’m missing you tonight? Stretch– like the way you held my gaze for longer than a second, I love this month, I hate this month, I love you much, I hate you much, I hate myself, still learning how to love myself. Trust– you tore through my heart first, it’s only right that I do the fucking same. An eye for an eye and love is truly blinding. I hate you to the point of exhaustion, I just want it to go away. I love you to the point of nonexistence, no wonder I miss you when I’m sinking into my depression. Oceans– you used to hold my thoughts into a bag, asthma attacks will decaying lungs, it’s the only way that I know how to love. Kiss me until it hurts or don’t kiss me at all. Sex– summer dresses and moonlight sonatas, fucking until the sun finishes its love letters to the moon. The myth is a lie. The moon doesn’t only show up during the night. You’re just not paying attention to the little details that is us. And we’ve changed. Flimsy– paper heart of mine, like you ran into my hands and didn’t want to let go, origami soul with a hint of watercolor tears– shit, I can still hear your voice when the rain whispers lightning and thunder into the middle of December and I’ll die a lonely death some day, we came into this world naked and alone, crying those sad little tears won’t get us anywhere. Reprieve– like the love that we had wasn’t enough, so we had to look for it somewhere else. Love– like it was supposed to end, like you knew it was going to end, and like how it ended– I wanted a happy ending, but I’ll take a sad tale that doesn’t have a princess. I’ll take the champion with his steel sword and fire proof shield melted into his flesh. At least he died for something. At least he didn’t hold his breath when he said that he loved you. Not like how I could. No, never that. Poetry– I don’t need this, I just want the depth. Prose– keep it into my palms, one love letter at a time, one broken heart lost in the sands of time. Fuck– my favorite word.
Letters and emails from German people? Maybe it's because I'm older than you, but I truly don't understand this. If I hate (strong word) what artists do, I ignore them and go on my merry way as, I presume, do they. Who wastes time on such crap?
We have this theory that for every person who feels like they need to rage and hate and yell about a thing, there are at least three other people who generally liked it, or maybe even really liked it.
Those three people probably said, “Well, that was nice,” and went on with their lives, while that one person got out a keyboard and took a shit on it, because people who are happy about something don’t have the same compulsion to find creators and share their opinions with them the way people who don’t like things do.
So this is a long way of saying: when you like something, maybe take a minute to let its creator know, even if it’s just saying something like, “I enjoyed [thing you did]. Thanks for that.” It really does make a difference, and it makes it a little more likely that the person who made that thing you like will make more things like it.
i wanna talk about andrew hating neil bc too often i see people saying ‘i hate you’ really means 'i love you’
i truly think andrew hates neil
not in the way we probably recognise hate, andrews life hasnt allowed him to experience a positive attachment,, the only good thing he had was Cass and god he had that corrupted and ripped from him hes been deprive of happiness his entire lif, and he has his walls his boundaries, his violence his coldness bc thats how andrew minyard survived and its all he had his Entire Life,,, then here comes Neil Fucking Josten every bit of a lie,,, and decimates every single wall andrew ever made how fucking dare he take away what andrew spent so long making he took away andrews sense of security and he Hates him for it,, he hates that neil changed fucking everything and he hates neil for making him feel god dammit its cass all over again its gonna hurt and hes constantly anticipating losing neil he wont let hinself go through this again,, neil doesnt care,, neil still looks at andrew like he hung every goddamn star and told him every story for every falling twinkle andrew is gonna lose him hes gonna lose him hes gonna lose him because he doesnt deserve this remember last time but now its way past christmas and neils still here dont hope andrew god fucking dammit remember what happened last time Fuck this boy for making him question everything Fuck this boy for making him feel he tried so damn hard to close himself off and Fuck neils gone and it hurts. so. much. its cass its fire in his lungs and hes suffocating he knew it would happen and he hates himself for letting it get this far god hes falling and theres not railing to cling to …
Neil is back in his arms
Neil is broken
Andrew Hates him so much
but that doesnt mean he wouldnt watch the world burn to keep neil safe and protected
it doesnt mean he doesnt love him anyway
but yes he hates this boy, he also loves him but theyre not the same thing theyre not interchangeable
he hates him in addition to everything else and i think thats important in understanding their dynamic
This takes place on earth now. They had finished off Zarkon in the war and the world was progressing forward in technology with all of the Galra tech and Altean knowledge.
Though like In the castle on the episode where the Galra took over the castle, that starts happening to people. Many people had been upgraded with prosthetics like Shiro. The newer ones using Altean and Galra tech. Something activates the old Galra tech and people with upgrades begin to attack others who aren’t like them.
It’s like a sickness, it can be healed or prevented but it broke out much like a zombie virus and spread like wildfire. Crime rates went up and many people who didn’t have upgrades and were against them saw their chance. They began to make laws against the tech.
Many upgrades people began to band together in small suburbs and away from large cities and grew stronger. The Paladins are torn between one another. Lance, Shiro, and Pidge are all for the upgrades since coming back to earth they had some themselves. Hunk is terrified of them, not wanting near, the fear preventing him from being on Lance’s side. All Keith sees is the remnants of the Galra, wanting to destroy each part of that part of him. He can’t be near those with upgrades anymore, even Lance who he had been dating for a few years before this dilemma.
It breaks Lance’s heart but knows he can’t change Keith without him wanting to change. Many regulars want to segregate and get rid of those who had been reformed. Many fights broke out between each one until finally a law passed, making those with tech having to be segregated from the regulars.
It breaks Lance’s heart as he sees Keith’s fiery eyes.
Nothing could help his broken heart. Shiro and Pidge protected Lance with their life. They hide from regulars and make sure not to be caught. Before the reformed are required to leave by law Lance goes and visits Keith who looks at him with spite and disgust. Lance flexes his prosthetic arm and hand and stomped his foot that match his arm and hand.
"I thought that you’d side with me Keith. You said you loved me. I thought you’d understand what I feel during these times since you felt them yourself back in space. The feeling of being part of the enemy and being looked at with disgust. You explained these feelings to me with sorrow. Now you go and make me feel this way. I should’ve never trusted someone like you.“
Lance growled to Keith as he turned away.
Tears ran down Lance’s cheeks as his shoulder shook with fear.
"I’ll never see you again Keith. I’m leaving. With Pidge and Shiro and a few others. To survive. They’re killing the reformed they have taken in. Only a few have escaped and been able to tell us. They’re going to make us extinct. Then they’re going to say the problem is solved. But really will the Galra truly be gone? They might have to check everyone Keith. I’m sorry things had to end this way with you hating my guts. I really truly do love you still but I’d rather suffer on my own than get broken hearted by someone who is lying to himself."
“Goodbye Keith. Maybe one day we might meet again, at that time i hope you realize the mistake you made in driving me away. The one who truly loved you no matter what you are.”
My favorite thing in the whole entire world is when people like to deflect from the problems in their own ship by pointing out the problems in Pharmercy, and instead of using legitimate criticisms, they use the stupid, made-up fanon stuff like Fareeha and Angela grew up around each other and Angela had a hand in raising her, as a way of obfuscating and not acknowledging said ship’s problems.
And then when you debunk their theories with actual evidence and the Word of God from Chu himself, they go silent and don’t acknowledge it, mainly because they can’t admit they’re wrong.
Oh, and bonus points if they accuse poc (including actual latinx) who don’t like their ship of being racist, instead of actually listening to them.
Love tastes like iced coffee. Love tastes like chocolate and sushi and raspberries and cheese and hot cocoa. Love tastes like lips in the cold air, love tastes like sugar on your tongue, and love tastes like stolen kisses.
Love looks like long drives and clear night skies. Love looks like your head on my chest and love looks like Christmas lights and a single rose. Love looks like your eyes. Love looks like your smile.
Love feels like happiness. Love feels like warm sunshine and cold mountain air and our arms wrapped around each other. Love feels like the way your body fits next to mine, love feels like our fingers intertwined. Love feels like falling asleep in your arms, love feels like a chest full of light and cheeks that hurt from smiling and love feels like the way you look at me when you think I don’t know.
Love sounds like laughter and teasing and “I hate yous” that we will never truly mean. Love sounds like “get home safe”. Love sounds like “I adore you”. Love sounds like loud music and songs you wrote and love sounds like the way you say my name. Love sounds like everything but the word itself because we’re both too scared to say it. Love sounds like a song that’s being sung over and over and over in my head; love, love, love, love.
chocolate pecan pie is the best dessert in the galaxy.
you always looked great in blue.
i mean, she does kind of give off a sapphic vibe.
we can watch orphan bIack after.
you’re always warning me about something. that’s our dynamic.
if i could legally adopt her, i would.
people don’t want your brand of negativity anymore. they want optimism, hope, positivity.
if the weather’s getting you down, don’t worry. it never lasts.
she has always come down hard on me for not protecting you.
i truly hate hospitals.
how much longer until it’s appropriate for us to leave?
you and i both know that you’re tougher than a bolt of lightning.
i don’t understand how you could allow this.
she’s going to do things that you don’t like.
you know better. you should have stopped her.
the stars aren’t going anywhere.
you lied to me for years.
she risks her life to protect other people, and she’s a hero. and yet, i do the same, and i’m in trouble?
you were always so much harder on her than me.
and you and i– we’re gonna have words.
i’ve transcended. do you really care how or why?
i didn’t get where i am by running and hiding from a fight.
sounds like you’ve got your hands full here.
everything i am, everything i have, is because of her constant pushing.
you always make the hard choice. you look to help others before yourself.
i wanted you to be better than me.
i can draw her out, but then we’ll have to work together.
cool, it’s like ghostbusters.
i really wanted one of you to watch the other one die.
congratulations, you have the wit of a youtube comment.
i wonder if i have enough power to stop your heart.
the world is full of so much noise and snark - much of it, we generate.
there’s a lot i don’t know about you. and that should probably change.
who cares what that guy says?
she’s taking on way too much, way too fast.
people who click don’t spy on each other!
if someone’s targeting one of my assets, i want to know who it is.
please don’t yell at me, this isn’t my job.
i didn’t know that she could smile if it wasn’t based on cruelty to others.
i didn’t tell you about it because i knew you would have this reaction.
get me a salad for lunch. i don’t care what kind as long as it has a cheeseburger on top.
she is living down to my expectations by prioritising her career over my own.
you know how sometimes people just want to help other people?
so, you think that if you do me this favour, i will owe you something.
that sounds like a woman who knows what she wants.
okay. that is cool.
she’s gorgeous, she’s smart, she smells nice– hell. even i want to date her.
well, was she out saving the world?
my mom says it’s okay to be a nerd. she says if you can face your fears and come out of your shell, then nerds can win in the end.
i prefer not to rely on the government to solve my problems.
i’m trying to change the world. so anyone invested in maintaining the status quo would be interested in targeting me.
and here, i thought we had something special.
i believe there’s no higher calling than helping others.
the world needs a new kind of hero.
i’ve never met anyone worth trusting.
that is a very lonely way to live.
you are staying home.
i don’t know what i would do without you.
you do not seem like the kind of person who gets frazzled.
just because i look a certain way on the outside, everyone assumes it matches the way i feel on the inside.
i don’t put much faith in the government’s idea of protection.
what happened to you was a tragedy. i’m trying to prevent another one.
be honest, your heart was never really in it.
i’m starting to think you have a thing for me.
i want to help you. i understand what it’s like to be overwhelmed, but you are not alone. i can help you.
please, do not kill all of those people.
we had an epic nerf gun battle.
you have just stumbled upon the most annoying question of the century and you are so young that you do not even realise it.
far too many women burn out trying to do too much before they’re ready.
you can have it all, just not at once and not right away. and not with that hair. use conditioner, for god’s sake.
in the end, you can’t control people.
easy peasy fresh and squeezy.
i suspect that whoever is responsible for these attacks might be curious about you.
the fun is just beginning.
you cut me off, dude!
watch where you’re going next time!
you cannot lose control like that!
those idiots nearly killed people, and you’re getting mad at me?
that’s the thing. i am not mad, i am controlling my anger. i suggest you get into the habit.
i’m just glad these two men were only in the hospital, and not in the morgue.
call me old-fashioned, but i still prefer male doctors.
i need to find out what really happened to him. you’re the only one who can help us.
we have an executive order forcing you to comply.
game night is the last shred of normalcy that remains in our lives.
maybe the roar of the ocean will drown out the sound of her voice. or maybe it will just drown her. or me.
don’t you think you’ve made enough of a fool of yourself over him for one day?
everyone’s noticed how you throw yourself at him.
you should try being a little bit more professional.
it helps when you really know your partner.
it’s like when you see a movie star in person and you’re like ‘is that it?'
i don’t say this often, but i am craving a good fight right now.
i’ve invested too much time and effort into this.
i’ve been screaming your name over and over for the past minute and a half. ninety seconds, i have been boiling alive in my office. ninety seconds, each of which, if amortised to reflect my earnings, is worth more than your yearly salary.
don’t talk to me like that! please! i work so hard for you! i don’t ask questions, i don’t complain, and all you do is yell at me and tell me i’m not good enough! and it’s mean! why are you so mean?!
i didn’t mean that. i don’t know what happened. i just snapped.
hope no one’s trying to kill me this time.
i’m not the bad guy.
it’s gone rogue, and i need your help to find it.
if you want to prove to me that you’re not the bad guy, then help me find the real one.
'never trust a man who doesn’t drink, because he’s probably a self-righteous sort– a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time.'
you’re not good enough for her.
you ally yourself with people you think are special. but that doesn’t make you special. and i think you know that.
here’s the thing: everybody gets angry. there is no pill that will eradicate this particular emotion. i know this because if there were such a pill, i would be popping those babies like pez.
you apologise too much, which is a separate, although not unrelated, problem.
whatever you do, you cannot get angry at work. especially when you’re a girl.
he picked up a chair and he threw it out of the window because somebody missed a deadline. and no, he didn’t open the window first.
that would’ve been professional and cultural suicide.
the real key is that you need to figure out what’s really bothering you.
you weren’t really mad at me.
you need to find that anger behind the anger. figure out what’s really making you mad.
i’m not gonna let you hurt them!
you saved my life.
you let that thing get away- i thought you were on our side.
he used your humanity against you. and now more innocent humans could be in danger.
you seem to only help people if it helps you.
i’ve seen what happens to the selfless.
wow! and i thought rocky balboa practicing on dead cows was cool.
girls are taught to smile and keep it inside.
it’s not like black men are encouraged to be angry in public.
say what you’re mad about and then let the fists fly.
i hate how my emotions get the best of me!
i hate that i’m never gonna have a normal life!
i’m realising that being myself doesn’t make me feel more normal. and it never will.
think you can keep your cool this time?
i’m not afraid of my anger anymore. i can use it. channel it to work for me, not against me.
you’ll have to kill me.
we are on the same team.
i hope that one day, when you realise what a terrible mistake you’ve made, it won’t be too late.
you’re my hero.
you don’t get to talk to her that way.
i understand that you have always been threatened by my success and you try and elevate yourself by denigrating me.
don’t you hate it when your crush’s beautiful brown eyes are shining and his cheekbones and jawline are so sharp that they could cut you in half and he gets that haircut you love so damn much recently and he blushes because he is insecure about his braces being visible when he laughs but you think it’s HELLA cute and ughh. like boy, stop it please.
❄ for isabella1159, from your snowing secret santa! wishing you the best for what’s left of 2015 and the new year! hope you like your gift |a gif au of Snow, Charming, and Emma where they got to raise Emma in our world. (click on the gifs to read the captions)❄
“I wonder if I’m showing up in a comic book right now,” you said, staring out the apartment window. “That would be pretty cool.”
Jason laughed and joined you by the window, “Yeah, but how would they draw you? From what I’ve heard, you don’t like all of the styles they draw me in.”
You nodded, “It’s probably the dude that’s in charge of drawing Red Hood and The Outlaws.”
“He does get my good side,” he joked.
You snorted and nodded once again, your focus still on the beautiful horizon of Gotham. It had been two months since you magically appeared in Jason’s apartment, freaking both him and you out. After that fiasco, he called Roy to help you adjust to the weird universe you might be stuck in. None of the members of the Justice League called Jason to tell him they figured out how to send you back home, and you were starting to lose hope. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy spending time with Jason and Roy, but you worried for you family and friends. You worried that they might think you were kidnapped, killed or even sold in human trafficking. You shuddered at the thought.