anyone else have the burning desire to deactivate all their social media accounts and book a flight somewhere and just disappear and live a totally anonymous existence where no one bothers you and you don’t bother anyone
The days just get longer, the weeks drag out, then the months feel faster, and the years speed by. How many days has it been since the last time we’ve talked? How many times have my fingers hovered over the call button on your contact?
Maybe I just hope that you still think of me. That when she falls asleep next to you, your mind wanders off to me. I wonder if you wander off to the places we used to go. Climb the trees outside the school, laughing while we skip science class. Run down the hill outside the church when everyone else was praying. Steal your parents’ vodka and climb to your neighbor’s treehouse. Singing and slow dancing in the pouring rain, not scared of the thunderstorm.
I remember so many things, things we did, things we ran from, things we sang, things we danced to, things we rebelled, things we sinned.
Where did we go? The old us evaporated into the atmosphere.
Based on the prompt: “we’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice”
Fifteen years ago, when nine year old Derek was sat down by his parents and informed of his duty as a prince to his kingdom, he didn’t fully grasp what it meant to be engaged. There was brief talk of marriage that he’d let fly right past him, so far in the future it wasn’t a concern, and the vague knowledge that he was spoken for, but it had little impact on his life at the time.
He was told his betrothed had just turned three, like Cora, which brought up the memory of his little sister throwing his favorite book in a full toilet just the week before, and then he dismissed the entire issue from his mind when Laura called for him to join their game of hide and seek. He had more important things to worry about than some baby in another land, ruining other people’s prized possessions.
Ten years ago, they received word that Queen Claudia had passed, and fourteen year old Derek had dutifully signed the condolences his mother penned from the family, but it hardly affected him beyond pulling him away in the middle of his sword training. It was a distant death in a distant northeastern kingdom, affecting people Derek had never even seen before. He returned to his training alongside his best friend and future guard Boyd, and that was that.
The same happened nine years ago, upon the marriage of King Jonathon and his new wife, Queen Melissa; he signed the longwinded letter of congratulations, sat through a brief lecture on the importance of keeping up on these things and staying informed of these types of changes for political reasons, and then dashed back outside to where Boyd was waiting with their horses, forgetting it all in seconds. They were a distant family he had no personal connection to, he couldn’t say he felt strongly either way about their brand new union.
Eight years ago, the reality of his situation came crashing down on him with the arrival of a portrait.
The Portrait was the only portrait of his betrothed that was ever sent, and Derek was grateful for King Jonathon’s foresight. The first was upsetting enough on its own, as was the realization that Derek was going to be joined in holy matrimony to its subject, and he didn’t need the customary annual portraits to remind him of his fate. He tried to be less shallow about it, look for the inner beauty and the whip-smart mind his mother always praised after her visits to the north, but there was no getting around it.
ESxJs (Tertiary Ne):“We love routine, but we are not slaves to it. We love when someone proposes something fun and exciting. We’re always on the lookout for new interests. We have a cooky, creative side to us. We have no problems shaking up things and trying to do what has worked before differently. We sometimes question whether our lives are stuck in a rut. Be careful because our sense of humor may sometimes shock or offend you.”
IxFJs (Tertiary Ti):“We are humanists at heart, but only to some extent. We’re also capable of detaching ourselves from situations and people, leaving our emotions aside and dissecting what’s really going here. We’re not blind caretakers, we can call people on their bullshit. We also have an interest for some things mechanical/scientific in nature that might surprise you.”
ENxJs (Tertiary Se):“We’re not as uptight as we seem. We love to let loose and have fun. Actually, we often delight in spoiling ourselves and giving in to our immediate desires. Designer clothes, nice cars, that’s the stuff that life is made of. We actually do abide by the philosophy that you only live once. We are visionaries, but also realists. A dream ultimately needs to be realistic.”
IxTJs (Teriary Fi):“We are not robots. Sure, most of the time, we look at things from a more business perspective, but we will speak out when an issue that is precious to us is trampled on. We value hard work ethics, but we also look down harshly on laziness, corruption or anyone taking short cuts in life. Integrity is of utmost importance to us and we will not allow it to be put into question. We know what we believe in, we know we are our own person. Take a minute to get to know us outside the workplace, and you’ll be surprised what a unique soul we can be.”
ExTPs (Tertiary Fe):“We may come off as insensitive assholes sometimes and even look like we delight in it, but the truth is, we care very much how you feel. Our charm is not superficial, it’s the first step into establishing a genuine connection. Whatever we argue for or against, we actually do want you by our side, in our cause. We’re rough around the edges sometimes, but do know that our apologies are usually heartfelt. We’ll give the shirts of our backs if someone we care about needs it.”
ISxPs (Tertiary Ni):“It often looks like we do things just for the hell of it. But in actuality, there is usually a deeper goal behind it. We do contemplate on the bigger picture, on the more important matters at hand. We don’t always take everything at face value, recklessly. We like to determine what is our bigger purpose in life. Don’t mock our projects and hobbies, they are usually well thought out and speak to who we are.”
ExFPs (Tertiary Te):“We may look lazy and carefree sometimes, but when we decide to buckle up and make things happen, you best get out of our way. We like to use sarcasm to mask our true feelings on matters, but we can call a spade, a spade. You’d be surprised how competent we are at projects and taking the leadership role. We are much more down-to-earth and realistic than you give us credit for. If you criticize something or someone we like, we will come up with logical arguments as to why you’re wrong.”
INxPs (Teriary Si):“while it may seem like our minds our wandering all over the place, we do know what’s important to us. We hold on strongly to what we like, what has mattered to us through our personal experience. We love to bring up references, we have a mean streak of sentimentality. Even though it looks like we’re always challenging the status quo, some things should never go out of style. We always look like we’re moving on to the next thing, but we’ll always leave a trail of breadcrumbs of where we’ve been and what we’ve seen. Not every new interpretations of things is always the good, often, the original is the best and can’t be outdone.”
→scenario: You think you’re getting a normal Christmas present from your boyfriend Hoseok, but what he doesn’t tell you is that your gift includes a special power he and the rest of the boys have, enabling them to switch off between one another… during sex.
Someone’s probably already thought of this before somewhere, but I’ve never seen any content on it. So Dipper fails to save Ford in DaMvtF. The prison droid leaves the Earth’s atmosphere, flinging Ford off-planet once more.
Luckily, Dipper has the adhesive and manages to use it to… make a fairly sturdy patch job on the rift. He was never told exactly how to go about patching the cracks, but he figures it can’t be any more difficult than fixing a ceramic mug with super glue. In this AU, then, Bill Cipher would cease to be an immediate threat. The rift is enclosed and in a secure place, and unless Bill possessed Dipper himself it ain’t going anywhere since he and Ford were the only ones who knew about it at the time. And you can sure as hell bet Dipper ain’t making any deals with him.
Meanwhile, the prison droid is sending Ford to some prison complex light years away. I have this awful image in my head of the bubble thing he’s trapped in transforming into a cryogenic stasis pod once it leaves atmosphere, Ford thrashing about in panic as one of those cord things that grabbed him in the episode pricks him with a hypodermic needle that fills his veins with a special fluid that will keep his blood from freezing while in stasis. It’ll probably take hundreds of years for this small ship to actually reach the prison.
On Earth, Dipper rushes home in an absolute meltdown, babbling almost incoherently to Stan and Mabel about how Ford was caught by the droid. He fears that Stan hates him now because he couldn’t save Ford and he’s gone again JUST AFTER Stan spent all those years working to get him back. Stan could never be angry at the kid, though. He hugs him tightly, whispering how it’s not his fault and he tried the best he could. They begin to go over their options for how they might save him, which admittedly, are very few.
Eventually, Mabel mentions Blendin, and they end up doing something to contact him for help thousands of years away. (Hmm how to attract a time traveller…) In the book Dipper and Mabel and the Curse of the Time Pirate’s Treasure, it’s established that Blendin’s time tape can take him through both time AND space. So there’s how they’re gonna reach Ford, eventually. The only issue now is how to find him. Where was he actually sent? And how many years would it take for Ford to get there?
Hundreds of years into the future, Ford wakes up at his destination. But rather than wake in an operational prison facility, he finds himself wandering alone. The place is abandoned. Rusting. Falling apart. As if civilization as a whole on this planet has ceased to be altogether. It’s not a surprising conclusion to him- after all, the craft that collided into the Gravity Falls had been there for millions of years. Whatever alien civilization once existed here must have died long ago. HIS goal is to become acclimated to his current surroundings and the reality of being homeless among the stars again. He doubts rescue is possible at this point, because his family hasn’t been alive for hundreds of years.
But his family is coming for him. They’re crossing time and space just to save him, and nothing can stand in their way.
Warnings: SMUT. Metal arm porn, fingering, dirty talk, Bucky being a cocky lil shit. Me loving my Buck-Buck.
Word Count: 2631.
So… @sexylibrarian1 once wrote me something about Bucky’s hands and I had this floating around (obviously what she wrote is 1000% better than this, go read it) and I decided to post it. My wife is inspiring, if I was John Legend she’d be one of my Chrissy’s because @thecrownedrose would be the other.
My lips press against his neck, sucking deliciously against the soft skin as he bunches up the back of my shirt in his fists, his head rolling back as he lets out a strangled mewl. “Babe come on, I gotta go.” He fights back although the weakness of his voice honestly said otherwise. “Stay the night, I can make it worth your while.” I whisper seductively, nipping his ear before smearing the tip of my nose down his neck, planting a chaste kiss against the new, purple bruise.
“Y/N, I can’t. I promised Scott I’d help with trying to catch the next Chimera.” I sigh at his words, rolling off him and onto the other side of the bed as he climbs out of it. As he wanders around the room to collect his things, I take the time to lay back and enjoy the view of his of his muscular back, adoring the way his muscles moved. That was until, he found his shirt.