we could talk about each other's feelings

Everyone in this dumb fandom is great honestly

Like,, Oh jeez,, I’m feeling the love tonight honestly.. This community and like every single one of you,,, like even if we’ve never even talked to each other I care about you so much?? Every single one of you bring me so much happiness, I’m so happy I’m living to see all of you and see your art/writing/shitposts you guys are my main source of happiness lately and I love that I’m here in this moment with all of you. You guys fucking rock.

I talked about this a bit in one of my asks but wanted to expand my thoughts a bit in here: I think most astrology blogs here heard about that if someone’s Ascendant is your Sun you may end up disliking each other and there might be some friction between you and that other person and feeling of discomfort. I don’t agree with this and if we put aside other obvious reasons why people may end up disliking each other (people are more than their signs etc.) I think that placement that could really indicate friction between two people are opposite Ascendants. Usually sister signs tend to have very specific relationships. There is this force pulling them to each other and at the same time pushing back. Sister signs are our opposite, we are two sides of the same coin and we aim for the same things in the different way which can and do cause mixed feelings. Many times our sister signs shows us things we truly despise in other people but sometimes also qualities we have have. That is why I think opposite Ascendant may have very “love-hate” relationship. Either love or hate and chances are 50/50. Especially since your Ascendant is in this other person’s 7th House and vice versa. 7th House is about partnership union so first thing that comes to mind is marriage but in fact 7th House is about all kind of relationships not only those positive but also negative one. It just make sense for me that one of the best indicator of our possible “enemy” qualitites is presented in the House of partnerships not in Sun or Moon. Having the opposite sign to someone’s Ascendant in our own “attitude” House def can cause bring out strong reactions, whether good or bad ones.

Dear, first love.
I do not know how it happened. I couldn’t even tell you when it happened. All I know is that I was completely in love with you but suddenly, it was over and my love started dissipating for you. Please understand, it didn’t just leave. I went through hell and back, not knowing how to deal with the love that you left behind. I thought it was something I’d never be able to get over. I was so overwhelmingly in love with you that I just couldn’t believe that we had no future together anymore and that was hard to swallow because there was a time where I once saw you as my entire future. My mind went astray with the thought of you during cold nights, wishing we were sharing body heat for one last time. It felt as though I’d never be able to erase your name from my memory. But something happened. Like I said, I don’t know when or how, or possibly even why, I just know that it stopped hurting. Your name didn’t feel like a sharp knife embedded into my heart, it faded away like a dull blur that I had trouble remembering. I could drink dark coffee without thinking how your lips tainted that very same mug once before. I was able to pass by the places that hold memories of past us laughing away into the night, with mexican food in our mouth and love in our eyes, with a smile. There was no longer any sadness that used to drain my entire body with heaviness when my thoughts ran through these memories like wildfire. Just an acknowledgement that we were in each other’s lives at one point of time in this universe. I’m no longer sad about us anymore. Truth is, if we were meant to be, we would have been. It’s just a shame that we were lessons rather than the real thing because had we learnt our lessons before meeting each other, we could have been the real thing, you know? The big love that everyone talks about. All of the movies, songs and poems about love; we would have been the epitome of love itself. I truly believe that. But I am happy that we happened. Because I now know how it truly feels to love someone and to have it taken away from you. It’s given me the biggest lessons of my life. I now know when to admit when I’m wrong, how to support someone when they need you to, how to not hold back in love just because you’re scared of the outcome and most importantly, how to love someone without wanting anything in return. Just for the complete sake of loving them.
God, I’m scared. I’ve met someone new and I’m terrified of messing it up. But this time around, I’m not holding back. I have a heart full of love and this time, I’m going to do it right. So thank you for being a part of my life. Thank you for the lessons and thank you for teaching me how to love somebody properly. Goodbye, first love. Hello, my last love (hopefully).

Can we talk about how Sana opened up to Yousef about not being as good of a person as she wanted to be this Ramadan? How she opened up about getting bullied in Middle school and how it kind of shaped her and her responses to things?

Can we talk about how Sana admitted that sometimes she has doubts and that she’s not always so sure of everything? How she hasn’t made this admission to anyone besides Jamilla who was there when it happened?

Can we talk about how Yousef was just there for her, being respectful and never trying a single thing? How she was so excited to see him that she didn’t think about bringing food, but he DID and he counted down to sunset so that she could eat? How he sat beside her and watched her break her fast, beside her, not judging, not shoving his views down her throat, completely understanding that religion is between you and what you believe in and what you feel and that no one can tell you how to feel?

Can we talk about how he never wants to make her doubt her beliefs and religion, but rather supports her? How he wanted to make sure that she trusted him even if it was a silly game? How he really wanted them to trust each other?

This guy is the definition of partner. When she has doubts, he will remind her of her faith and beliefs, not push her further away from them because he has the utmost respect for her. When she has doubts, he will be right there to remind her.

Mama Bakkoush, you is wrong 💛 This is a partnership. A beautiful and strong partnership with incredible potential. Alt Er Love 💛.

[Major Spoilers] “Follow your true feelings!”: My Musings on P5′s Wildcard Couple

Can we talk about Morgana’s astute observations regarding Akechi’s true feelings for Akira? Can we talk about how (Morgana’s words–not mine) Akechi’s smile when he was hanging out with Akira had been genuine? This boy– who had distanced himself from everyone, who had wrapped himself up in layers upon layers of lies that he wears like a second skin, who had made revenge his one and only goal in life – had also, in spite of himself, serendipitously found kinship in the one boy whom he has decided that he has to kill. 

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the switch

→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.

→pairing: bts | reader

→genre: smut

→word count: 9,085

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Ever since the Shiro/Keith clip came out I’ve been seeing more and more posts about how “the real Shiro would never treat or talk to Keith like that!!” and I Am Tired Of It. 

Did y’all suddenly forget how Shiro reached out to comfort Keith and told him he was proud of him in S3E6?

Did y’all suddenly forget that Keith himself has closed off to Shiro before?

Did y’all suddenly forget that Shiro has, in fact, acted like this before? You know, closing off and changing the subject when he thinks Keith is being stubborn?

It’s like y’all forget how Shiro said he supported Keith’s decision to train with the BOM (I would have been worried if he had outright refused to let Keith do it), just not at the expense of the team. You know, the team Shiro is not the leader of right now? Clone or not, Shiro has legitimate reasons to be upset in that scene. He was captured by the galra again, came back to a team that was functioning well without him, lost his lion and is trying to adapt to all of this. Josh said it a few times on saturday: Shiro believes in Keith and wants this for him. He’d go back to being the black paladin/leader in a heartbeart if he could but he can’t and he’s willing to accept that. But Keith isn’t, because he loves Shiro and knows how much his former position meant to him and it probably feels like he’s undeservingly taking that away from him. It’s kind of frustrating because basically they appreciate and believe in each other so much they both want the other to have this.

Operation Kuron is shady af and yes, he could be a clone for all we know. But the thing is, y’all talk about how much you wanna see Keith and Shiro’s relationship struggle, but as soon as Shiro starts acting like he might not be okay with how things are going he must definitely be a clone? Right.

All For Show Part 3

Pair : Steve Rogers x Reader

8. You ask your best friend to pretend to be your boyfriend for your sisters couples dinner party. Requested by anon.

Warning : Language?
Word Count : 956

A/N : Want to be tagged? Let me know before the tagging group closes!! 

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“H-Hey. Hi–”

“You’re probably wondering why I’m here.” Riley chuckled, cutting Steve off.

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Success! Success! It finally uploaded! Thank you Tumblr!!

Nick: Finally they’re all asleep…*gently strokes the cheek of his son, until he feels Judy’s tiny paws against his back*

Judy: Nick..I wanted talk to you about something…about…us. and where we are now. And…well we’ve flirted and thrown each other hints and stuff…and well..I finally made the decision to..to…Make the final move to see where we go from there!!! *grabs Nick roughly by the shirt*

Nick: Whoa whoa..easy fluff…you’re gonna wake the- *before he could finish Judy’s lips were already touching his muzzle*

Judy: *releases from the kiss to breathe* …..(H-he…his taste…would he mind if I went in for another…?) *But before thinking it over a little longer she was already on top of the fox once again, but this time with a little more…tongue…* ….*until she finally notices what she was doing to her partner* Oh my gosh! Nick I’m so sorry! I-I don’t know what came over me!! I didn’t mean to force it…well the second kiss…I just lost control!!

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This is my first time drawing them kissing…so..I was a little nervous..

Unpretty

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word count: 2475

Warnings: body insecurities, verbally abusive relationship, smut, severely fluffy Jensen, cussing, i think that’s it. let me know if there is more please!

Request: Unpretty by TLC with Jensen x Reader from @mysteriouslyme81

A/N: I thoroughly enjoyed writing this, it’s hands down the quickest I have ever written anything because I was so into it. I don’t care who you are, we all have had some sort of insecurity at some point in our life. I hope this is a way for whoever may be struggling with this to learn to accept themselves and if you are in a toxic relationship, you can do so much better. You are all beautiful!! Thanks yall! As always thank you to my forever beta @avasmommy224

It was your second week working as an extra on the show Supernatural. Your boyfriend was beyond unsupportive, he always told you that you were never good enough to be an actress. You weren’t skinny enough for this role or too skinny for that role. You would get an offer for a part and as excited as you were to get his opinion, he always had something negative to say. This time it was for a love interest of Dean Winchester’s. You were a vamp that he’d met in a bar a few episodes behind but you slipped out of the bar when you found out that he was a hunter.

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How high are Sorey’s high heels?

As you probably all know, Sorey wears high heels in armatus form.

#godbless

But how high are they, exactly? Let’s use the screenshot below as a reference.

Okay, who does also wear high heels in the series? Lailah.

Let’s compare them to each other, shall we?

So: Sorey wears high heels of similar height as Lailah.

But, how high Lailah’s heels are?

I’ve compared Lailah cosplay boots and high heels that are quite similar.

Guys. They are about 3 inches (7.5 cm).

Sorey fights hellions in 7.5cm high heels.

anonymous asked:

Can you do one where MC accidentally destroys something really important to the RFA+Saeran? With a lot of angst if you can

Honestly, they wouldn’t be all too upset with MC even if it was reaaally important—she’s more important to them, after all. Still, I did serve some angst here and there for ya. :^) It amuses me how the scenario varies so much though LOL anyway I’ll consider uploading a second post to show what happened after the worst ones.

Dedicated to @olivineonyx because I want to make you cry (only a bit) on your birthday :^) Thank you for always being such a joy to talk to—even though I reply slowly at times. And thank you for supporting our work all throughout these months ^~^

–R.I.

Request Killing: 19/30

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MC Breaks Something Important to RFA [1]

Yoosung

| Warning: Angst, Heartbreak, Mentions of Death

  • There was a corner in the house that Yoosung had always warned you not to go near.
  • He was so scarily protective about that area that his personality could take a 180 degree turn as soon as you ever mentioned it. You could be laying in his arms, watching a movie together while cooing sweet nothings to each other… but as soon as you tried to take advantage of the moment to ask about that corner, his eyes would turn cold.
  • The first couple times that you had tried asking, he would give you puppy eyes, asking you in a sad tone, “Do you not trust me…?” to which you could never talk back against, not wanting to hurt his feelings. But as you persisted throughout the 2 years you’ve spent with him, he gave up on that act, and expressed how he really felt instead.
  • Now, when you asked about it, he would only stare at you, cocking his head upward slightly as if to challenge you. “MC, haven’t you already asked hundreds of times already? Can’t you respect my privacy? We’re in a relationship, but that doesn’t mean we have to know everything about each other,” he’d answer coolly.
  • You couldn’t understand why he was so uptight about it. So, one day, while he was away visiting a friend, you decided to search that area—it couldn’t hurt, right? You would put everything back anyway.
  • You knelt in front of the drawers, a determined look on your face. You had several hours before Yoosung was home, and you would clean it all up soon. When you opened the drawers… nothing seemed to really jump at you. There were only photo albums.
  • A smile tugged at your face as you reached for the album, wondering if there were really embarrassing photos hidden there that he didn’t want you to see.
  • But even as you opened it, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that it was weird. Why would he be this upset about mere photos? Besides, wouldn’t he have thrown them away if that were the case?
  • When your eyes fell upon the first photo, it took your breath away.
  • No wonder.
  • Rika was smiling in the photo, looking ever so innocent and joyful. Your fingers began to tremble as you turned the page, only to feel even more dread pile up in your heart. There weren’t only photos, but handwritten pages as well.
  • As you read the words, you realized how much love was poured into them. Yoosung Kim loved Rika more than a cousin, and these pages were the living proof of that.
  • Confusion tore your heart—why would he hide this, if he loved you? Wouldn’t he have told you…? Unless… he still loved her.
  • You quickly shut the book, but unbeknownst to you, a page was torn in the process…
  • As you had promised yourself, you put everything back in its place, and Yoosung didn’t notice that you had touched it, either. The only giveaway hints were that you would shy away from his touch from time to time, but it was so subtle, nobody would be able to tell.
  • It was weeks later, early in the morning at 4:30AM when Yoosung abruptly awoke you from your slumber, his eyes a stormy basil.
  • His voice was low and controlled as he asked you, “Did you touch those drawers?”
  • You didn’t answer him, still dazed from sleep, but a million thoughts flew through your mind. How did he know?
  • “I said, did you touch those drawers?” he repeated himself, his tone harsher this time.
  • When you failed to answer again, he held up the album you had opened, revealing the ripped page.
  • “I would never be so careless to rip something so important to me. And you’re the only other person in our apartment,” he drawled, his gaze cold as he looked down at you, “I never should have trusted you.”
  • His words stung, and it woke you up, hurt and betrayal swelling in your chest. “I’m not the one who stayed in a relationship for 2 goddamn years while my heart belonged to someone else! God, Yoosung, RIKA IS DEAD, can’t you accept that?! Why do you still care so much about her? Why? Why, when you have me by your side.”
  • He didn’t answer, nor did his glare falter.
  • I’m the one you’ve woken up with everyday, I’m the one who’s cooked all those meals for you, I’m the one who’s spent all this time with you for the past TWO years now. Why are you still thinking about her?!” you screamed at him, shoving him in the chest.
  • “Then leave,” he said coldly, “If you know that I don’t love you, then leave.”
  • He didn’t give you time to respond before he walked out of the room, and you eventually heard the sound of the front door slamming shut as well.
  • Your breath caught in your throat. Was he really willing to throw away everything—the bond you’ve built, the feelings you’ve accumulated, the experiences you’ve shared… because of one thing?
  • But then again… if he’s actually been in love with her all this time… was any of that even real? Had he been insincere about everything this entire time?
  • You felt dizzy with these thoughts.
  • You had given everything to him… Your time, your love, your care… He’s seen every part of your body and learned all your secrets, and you swore you two were truly in love and that you would marry someday… Had it all been in your head?
  • The dizziness only worsened, and you staggered on your feet, heading to the kitchen—the kitchen where Yoosung had always snuck up behind you while you cooked, the kitchen where the two of you had eaten together everyday…
  • Before you knew it, you had a knife in your hand and—
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Jumin

  • You were the clumsy type.
  • Well, maybe not exactly, but in Jumin’s house, you often found yourself breaking one thing after the other. His house was huge, but he would always receive so many gifts from business partners and coworkers alike that he didn’t always have a place for them, often cluttering tabletops and drawers.
  • He never got upset when you broke things, only ever chuckling and pinching your cheek and calling you clumsy… so when you knocked down a snow globe while digging through his closet drawer, you hadn’t expected him to get too mad either.
  • When he returned home that day, you brought it to his attention immediately like you always did. His reaction was different than you expected, though.
  • Jumin’s eyes widened as soon as the word ‘snow globe’ had passed through your lips, and his lips tugged downward after hearing the full story. Through gritted teeth, he quietly told you, “Please don’t go through my belongings like that again.”
  • You didn’t think too much of it, but you figured the snow globe must’ve been really important to him, so you did try to make it up to him…
  • That night, as you were falling asleep, you heard Jumin sighing heavily beside you, seated on the edge of the bed as he held the snow globe in hand.
  • “Even this… the last thing you gifted me is broken, Jihyun,” he murmured softly, “I wonder if every trace of you will end up disappearing like this…”
  • You couldn’t help but shed a few tears, feeling sorry that you had broken something so important to Jumin… He didn’t even get mad at you…
  • His warm fingers brushed against your cheek, a thumb wiping away your tears.
  • “Don’t cry, my love,” he said tenderly, turning off the light on his bedside table and snuggling next to you. “Please don’t cry…”
  • His soothing voice lulled you to sleep, the guilt that washed over you following you into your dreams…

707

  • You were playing another round of hide-and-seek, and you chose to dive under the desk of his computer this time, thinking he’d never suspect you to hide there. Normally, you hid everywhere but his office, after all…
  • As you huddled in the shadows, you noticed several papers seeped under the desk drawer, almost hidden out of sight. With a finger, you carefully slid it out, and you almost gasped in shock as you realized what it was.
  • He was still doing missions for Vanderwood.
  • That much was obvious from the details of the file. But you thought he had quit…?
  • When you started dating, Seven told you that the agency was finally letting him go… so why was this here?
  • You shook your head. No, he wouldn’t lie to you. Maybe the file was old.
  • You opened the folder, squinting to read the words in the dark room, the only light coming from the half-open door. The file dated back to last year. What a relief…
  • But as you skimmed over the contents, your heart dropped again.
  • In exchange for permitting Agent 707’s leave, the final mission….break into C&R files….client demanded its bankruptcy…’
  • You swallowed hard. This was the price of your relationship…? Betraying Jumin and Jaehee’s trust…
  • Clearly, Seven had taken it as slow as possible, but this time also allowed for the bond between them to deepen, and he’d earned more and more of their trust. You knew that Seven already had access to several files and accounts associated with the C&R, but you hadn’t realized that his willingness to help had stemmed from this.
  • “I found you~” His cheery voice was close, and you noticed he was beside you. You quickly ripped the file, as it was all you could think of doing in that moment. He knelt down, but the large grin on his face disappeared as soon as he saw the torn sheets in your hands.
  • His eyes lost their playful gleam, and he suddenly sat cross-legged. It was completely silent for a few moments.
  • “MC,” he said softly, “I’m sorry.”
  • “…Why are you doing this?”
  • His response came in a flash. “Because I love you! I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose the only happiness I’ve found after all these years… please, you have to understand,” he was whimpering, “I’d do anything to be with you… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry to them, but I wanted to be selfish for once…”
  • Your heart broke in two at the expression on his face—desperation, sorrow, regret and pain… You could see that much. And you knew you forgave him, because you loved him too.
  • “But you can’t do this… you can’t just hurt our friends like this,” you whispered, shaking your head in disapproval. “I want to be with you, too, and I love you, but I don’t want our friends to pay the price.”
  • He sighed, looking down. “Okay… I’ll find a way. I promise.”
  • You crawled out from your hiding place and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly to let him know it would be okay.

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Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Inferno - Reggie Mantle x Reader Imagine

Warnings: Some swearing, some yelling

Request by @stevrgers:  hey could I request an imagine where the reader has a thing with reggie but it’s super lowkey and reggie wants to keep it that way because he wants to keep her out of the playbook (cause he really cares for her) but the reader perceives his secrecy of their relationship as him being embarrassed to be seen with her by his friends/the school and reader gets upset & reggie is torn cause he wants to tell her about the book but also doesn’t want to get in trouble by the team for exposing their secret

Hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry if it seems a little disjointed. I tried to jam so much into it and it got so long (almost six pages on Word), but here you are!

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Eyes on Her Peter Parker x Reader

Peter Parker x Reader

Request:  Could I have an imagine where Tony decides Peter is gonna meet the avengers (and like all the avengers, pretend that everything’s okay now? Lol) and he’s all excited to have a protege and then Natasha comes in with one (surprise) and tony and nat start bickering but the reader and Peter only have eyes for each other? Thank you!!! 

Word Count: 616

A/N: my first request! OMG. I had so much fun writing this, hope you like it <3

Originally posted by tomshollandss

“Mr. Stark, thank you so much for all of this. I can’t wait,” Peter said as he and Tony quickly walked down the hall of the Avengers tower. Peter officially finished his training wheels training and was finally being taken on as Stark’s protege.

“Sure, Kid,” he laughed, “The team has no hard feelings about the whole airport thing, maybe except Barnes.” They walked into the common room, were all of the Avengers were sitting on the couches waiting for the spiders arrival.
“Team, I would like to officially introduce my protege, Peter Parker,” Tony introduced, motioning towards the nervous teen. Peter gave a soft wave and a bright smile towards them.

“H-hey everyone,” he said, his voice as nervous as he felt in front of the well established heroes. Regardless of his negative his thoughts, the team welcomed him with open arms, putting Civil War in the past. Tony watched from the sidelines, observing Peter interact with the other Avengers. He scanned the large room, something felt missing,  the man pulled his yellow colored glasses down the bridge of his nose.

“Where’s Romanoff?” he asked loudly, alerting the group.

“Right here Stark,” A female voice rang out. Soon enough the red head entered the room but with another girl next to her. She looked about the same age as Peter, her Y/H/C pulled into a loose bun.

“Nat, who is this?” he asked, feeling uneasy.

“This is Y/N Y/L/N, my protege. We talked about this Stark,” she snarled. Nat put a reassuring hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “She will be taken under my wing, she’s good with a bow and combat.” Tony bit the inside of his cheek in anger, his eyes glaring at the assassin, this was his moment to shine in front of the teams …Peters time…but mostly his.

They all looked at the girl,but it was Peter that looked at her the most, instantly thinking she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen before. Suddenly feeling nervous as she approached them, he tucked his hands in his pocket out of habit as he watched her. Her pink lips tugged at the smile as she looked in the direction of the young hero.

“I’m Y/N,” she introduced personally, pulling on her long sleeve blue top.

“P-Parker…Peter Parker,” he stuttered, holding out his hand to shake hers. She laughed and shook his shaking hand.

Time went on, the team went back to their business and Peter and Y/N continued to talk in the corner, the laughed and smiled, instantly feeling a connection to each other with how young they were. “Stark,” Natasha growled as she pulled the billionaire up off the couch forcefully.

“What?”

“You know what. We talked about Y/N being introduced first before Parker,” she kept her voice low, but he could still sense her anger.

“No, no this is my time, and Peters. He was always first.”

“How arrogant can you be?” she scoffed.

“Well I could be worse but by the teenage love looks they’re giving each other makes it worth it,” he said pointing to the two teenagers in the corner. Nat turned around and saw the two giggling to each other, her heart melted as she watched. Curse Tony or being right, maybe meeting at the same time was good for them. She was still pissed…but less angry because of the happiness the spider could bring the girl.

“They’re cute, I’ll admit it ,” she smiled.

“They’ll be dating within a month.”

“A week,” she shot back.

“Tomorrow,” he argued.

Natasha rolled her eyes and playfully pushed him “Shut up Tony.”

I was talking to a friend who was feeling down about human-caused global climate change. “It may be,” I told a friend in London as we walked across Tower Bridge, “that our ticket was punched before we ever got started.” While there is no doubt we’re cutting our time on earth shorter through carbon emissions and the destruction of the ecology, it might be that our species was never going to make it past the end of the womb of our ice-age birth. I explained this, about how fragile an organism we are, and how the ice ages cycle. She laughed, she was used to my strange form of hope.

“You have to choose to have hope, or just jump out of a window,” a person I was interviewing once told me, a person who’d been accused of techno-utopianism. We were walking along the California coast hills at sunset, talking about all the ways our technological lives could go wrong, and the many ways it is going wrong. He wasn’t utopian, it turned out, he’d thought of the worst long before his detractors had. He’d decided to try to head it off, instead of jumping out of a window.

We are diseased and angry and we kill each other and ourselves and all the world. We are killing off life on Earth like a slow moving asteroid. I try to look at this, and my own part in it. Sometimes it is overwhelming. I feel so powerless trying to comprehend all the terrible things we face, much less get past them into our future, with our humanity and our inconceivably beautiful little blue-green planet preserved.

All these grown-up monsters for my grown-up mind, they are there in the nights I wake up terrified and taunted by death. When I feel so small and broken, when despair and terror take me, I have a secret tool, a talisman against the night. I don’t use it too often so that it doesn’t lose its power. I learned it on airplanes, which are strange and thrilling and full of fear and boredom and discomfort. When I am very frightened, I look out the window on airplanes and say very quietly:

I have seen the tops of clouds

And I have. In all the history of humanity, I am one of the few that has seen the tops of clouds. Many would have died to do so, and some did. I have seen them many times. I have seen the Earth from space, and spun it around like a god to see what’s on the other side. We are the only consciousness we’ve ever found that has looked deep into the infinite dark, and instead of dark, we saw galaxies. Galaxies! Suns and worlds beyond number. We have looked into our world and found atoms, atomic forces, systems that dance to the glorious music of the universe. We have seen actual wonders that verge on the ineffable. We have coined a word for the ineffable. We have coined thousands of words for the ineffable. In our pain we find a kind of magic, in our worst and meanest specimens we find the flesh of a common human story. We are red with it.

I know mysteries that great philosophers would have died for, just to have them whispered in their dying ears. I can look them up on my smartphone. I live in the middle of miracles, conceptions and magics easily worth many lifetimes to learn, from which I can pick and choose. I have wisdom and knowledge poured around me like a river, more than I could learn in a thousand lifetimes, and I am still alive. It is good that I am alive, it is good that we are alive. Even if we kill ourselves off with nuclear fire, or gray goo, or drown ourselves in stinking acid oceans, it is good that we have lived, that we did all of this, and that we grew into what we are, and learned to dream of what we could be. The only thing we can say for sure is that we will die, but we will die having gone so far above our primordial ponds and primate forests that we saw the tops of clouds.

I’m a picky person. But I picked you. I picked you as the person I liked and I loved and I wanted to go on dates with and eventually I wanted to get a cute little apartment and have a nice couch that would be big enough for me to lay down and watch greys anatomy and you laying between my legs on me. And the lights are off and my hands on your back. And listening to music and you helping me cook and you sitting on the counter and when I’m done cooking for a minute I come stand between your legs and just hug you. I wanted to go to dinner with you at Texas Roadhouse and I wanted you to meet my mom or go to my brothers with me and just sit on the couch. I picked you. And I was done for awhile I was focused on you and making this work. I jumped when you wanted something and if you said you liked something i got it for you and i could see you in my everyday life. Going to bed with you on the phone. When I just wanted to talk to you. How we could go from joking on each other and laughing to dirty the next. I was all about you and you never had to worry about me with anyone else. But you didn’t pick me and I was naive you even told me when I asked why it wasn’t me that “I just feel like it’s always been her” I’ve always just been your second. Just the person you go to when it’s not working out for you. I’ll never be half of what you are to me.Everything she is to you, you are to me. And I keep getting destroyed. Broken and torn down and heartbroken.

the arcana masterlist

i’m dreadfully curious and hopelessly lost when it comes to the arcana’s twisting, complex plot, which we still don’t know much about, so i figured it’d be best to compile what i know about the characters and the plot intertwining them so far.

of course, different options / combos in the game reveal different things. as i haven’t gotten them all, and i’m forgetful af, there’ll be information missing. this is where you lovely people come in. feel free to message me stuff i’ve missed, or ask me for proof of something i’ve mentioned that you haven’t seen before! this way this masterlist will remain canonical and truthful.

just to be clear, there aren’t meant to be any assumptions or theories here; this post contains only what we know to be fact, whether it be confirmed in-game or by the devs on tumblr.

there are major spoilers abound under the cut, for future discoveries in the game even: read at your own discretion.

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boyfriend! sehun

Originally posted by sehunicorne

  • the whole relationship is basically him acting like he doesn’t care when he actually cares way too much
  • it could be something as simple as going out to eat,
  • “sehun what do you want to eat”
  • “i don’t care you pick”
  • “ok how bout pizza-”
  • “mmmmm, no i kinda want thai food”

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When I talk about intimacy I don’t mean sex, sex is not always a form of intimacy. I’m talking about being treated well, running your hands thru my hair, holding me and talking about our futures, waking up to your face and knowing that you are here with me, making breakfast together and feeding each other, talking about our mental issues and getting lost in the things we have so much in common. Knowing that some days I may feel so ugly, low, and like I’m not worth living, that you’ll still be there for me because if you could love me with all my flaws, hold my hand in my hard times, then yes this is intimacy