we crossed the line

Seriously… this is what it’s come down to? When I first saw this image I didn’t know what I was looking at, I saw the armored car and Flack vests and thought it was an image from a battle field in Afghanistan. There is a sickness creeping into our society that must be rooted out now it is the love of money over the wellbeing of human beings. It was always there but somehow slightly kept in check but somehow we have now crossed a line. #NoDapl

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Crossing Lines: Arrow 5x19 Review (Dangerous Liaisons)

If 5x19 is indicative of the final four episodes of Season 5, then we are in for one hell of a ride. 

After setting Oliver and Felicity off into trajectories, Arrow returns to the center as Felicity’s relationship with Helix come to a head. Original Team Arrow is splintered as Felicity aligns herself against Oliver and Diggle. Smoak versus Arrow is more than just Felicity going head to head with those who know and love her best. It’s about diving into Felicity’s real motivations. Sure, we were told Felicity’s grief over Billy is pushing her over the edge 

(keep singing that tune Arrow), but we knew there was more. The truth is, Felicity’s motivations haven’t strayed too far from center after all.

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hey guys! let’s talk for a while. 

so there’s been a lot of stuff coming up in fandom. a lot of it has been a little…worrying. 

i know that a lot of fandom - especially in ficdom - are young, inspiring writers. even if you aren’t a young, inspiring writer, and are in fact a lovely 40-year-old with a penchant for knitting and writing in your free time, there are some things that everyone should know, especially concerning how people should write their fic. 

now if you’re posting on ao3, good! that’s the platform i’ll be talking about (mostly because i use it myself) but if you’re posting anywhere else, this applies to you still. 

now, bts fandom has been posting a lot of fic recently that are rated 18+ for numerous reasons, some of them because they contain sexual content - others because they talk about sensitive topics. from this point on, please be aware of trigger warnings such as: rape, abuse, manipulation, etc. 

now, here’s the problem. if you’re gonna write a fic about, say for example, domestic abuse, heres what you got to do: your homework. go out and research. go and ask someone - if you have to - about their experiences only after you’ve asked them explicitly if they’re ok with talking to you about it, if they’re okay with the limits of your questioning, if they’re okay with you writing about it, etc. you have to ask this. same goes for any other traumatic experience. if you’re going to write it, research it. don’t just do it through the internet, because everyone’s experiences are different. do it through people. it will be painful, hard, and you will feel numerous things that might make you question why you’re writing this in the first place, but if you’re really serious about something then show that you are. treat the subject with respect. 

so many fics now in the archive are flippant, using abuse or noncon as a plot device, or even worse, make it seem almost sensual. it’s not. it’s not fun, it’s not good, do not make it that way. for fuck’s sake, have some decency. this is not your little kink world, you cannot get away with doing stuff like that without doing your research first. 

fics that contain controversial subjects (like male pregnancy, which if written with a cismale character is inherently transphobic, don’t fight me on this) should be written with care. either spend substantial amount of time researching them or don’t write them at all. there will be people who will be triggered by this kind of material and you cannot do anything about it, but as an author, what you can do is try to be as respectful and as polite as possible when you try to tell your story. this is not a smut-filled world for you. if you want to write about real-life things, then you better sit down and realize what real-world consequences are. trying to make traumatic and controversial subjects romantic for the sole purpose of ~otp~ is not okay. it’s not.

writing, for most people, is not just a fulfillment; it’s catharsis, it’s a lifeline, a hobby, a form of expression, a movement. when you post something online, it’s public, it’s real. it’s out there for other people to see. you give your permission for others to connect with it the way you feel you’ve connected with it. (that is, not to say, that they’re allowed to steal it.) people are allowed to get upset and disgusted at your work. they’re allowed to like it, too. but realize that it’s your job to try and be as sensitive as possible, because if you’re going to write about something that you yourself have not gone through, then you need to realize that you have no precedence to stand on a soapbox when your fic is being criticized and defend your own words. you don’t. you have no idea what you’re talking about; how can you defend it? 

secondly; sex. listen, it’s totally okay to be as sexually free or conservative as you want; it’s your body, your life, your words. do as you want. but when we’re talking about sex, take a moment to educate yourself on what a healthy sexual relationship is. where do we cross the line between abuse and bdsm? what is the difference between a dom/sub relationship and a relationship with a harmful imbalance of power? most people don’t seem to understand this difference. it’s okay; a lot of people don’t because of the world’s lack of good sexual education (HONESTLY) but it’s your job to make yourself educated. if you haven’t had sex, that’s fine! if you have, that’s fine! my advice: still look it up. we don’t know everything. there’s always something to learn. fandom/ficdom has long migrated away with vanilla sex, which totally okay, but kinks can only be negotiated if you know what your healthy baseline is. learn it. learn it and understand it and know everything before you attempt to write it. 

these were the two things i really wanted to say. i’ve noticed a lot of fics have been having these problems; i know i’ve really condensed things and i could say a lot more. this is my own personal opinion, even though it really is good to try and learn more about things before writing about them (form your own opinion, you know?) i just wish to see a better change in fic; after all, words is how most of us live. 

Imagine… Maggie and Kara can’t find Alex. The time is running out and Maggie is horrified. She’s been broken before in her life, but she is sure losing Alex will kill her. She fights with Kara about the plan to save her. A lot. Both of them very passionate about their feelings for Alex.

Maggie is sitting in Alex’s apartment, it’s late, lights are out, glass of scotch in her hand. She doesn’t even know how she ended up here, it’s like her feet brought her there on their own.

She’s not even capable of crying anymore. She’s exhausted, desperate and angry. She should be angry at people who took her, but she’s more angry at herself. Cos she is the one not able to help her. To find and save her. Maggie would give anything to get her back, to keep her alive, to hold her in her arms once again.

She pours herself another glass of scotch, looking bluntly over the apartment.

The place she kissed her, after realizing she has feelings for her. And there, when they spent the first night together, making coffee, being so happy.

Quiet sob escapes Maggie’s lungs. They fought. They fought pretty badly before she was taken. And the reason was basically Maggie’s stubbornness. She never said to her how much she loves her.

What if she never gets the opportunity to do so? Was the last words she ever said to her really the angry, sarcastic ‘of course you do’?

Quiet ‘swoosh’ sound interrupts her thoughts and even without looking back, she knows Kara just flew into the apartment.

It’s way past midnight, but she isn’t really surprised Kara is there. She needs to feel Alex as much as she does and this is the best place for it.

Maggie puts the glass on the table and slowly gets up, not saying anything. They haven’t talked after the big fight few hours before.

“I’m sorry,” almost a whisper resonates through the apartment, Maggie surprised at the words coming from Kara’s lips.

Maggie walks around the couch and stops in front of Kara in her Supergirl suit, looking into her eyes. A single tear falling down from her eye.

“No Kara, I’m sorry. You’ve been in Alex’s life for so much longer than me, it’s not my place to assume that-”

“Maggie,” Kara cuts her off, hearing her own voice trembling with emotions. “You make Alex so happy… she’s never been so happy I…. She needs you… I need you.”

Maggie swallows hard, nodding a little. “I love her,” she whispers. “And I haven’t-” her voice fails, ugly sob escaping her lungs.

She feels strong arms wrapping around her shoulders, pulling her into a heartfelt hug.

“I know,” Kara whispers, closing her own eyes, feeling tears falling down her cheeks.

“I haven’t told her,” Maggie is crying. She feels her legs melting into nothing, finally letting go of her restraint, letting her emotions and all the feelings out.

Kara holds her, literally supporting Maggie from falling to the ground. Kara feels exactly the same way. But she knows she must stay strong. There is still time and they will find her sister.

No matter the cost.

“We will find her Maggie,” Kara feels after a while, she can let go of her, so she does. She looks right into Maggie’s eyes.

Maggie is surprised by the severity of Kara’s expression.

“Now is time to cross every line we need to cross. We do it your way and we will save Alex. What do you need me to do?”

Maggie quietly nods. They are going to save Alex.

Together.

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Word count: 2,981

From y/n: Shits going down again…

From Shawn: How bad is it?

From y/n: It’s ‘I’m in my room crying again’ kinda bad…

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He was my person
And I was his
Whenever he or I had a problem
We would run to each other
No matter how painful
it was to listen to
From whatever guy or girl
we were with
Feeling the jealousy creep in
To talking about how we couldn’t take life anymore
We hadn’t spoken in months
When I got a call from him
“I need to talk to you, you’re the person I go to.”
We had this intense confusing relationship
Over 4 years
The lines were blurred
But we never crossed it fully
He would push me away
Then pull me back in
Letting his feelings slip
when he was drunk
Until I stopped letting that happen
Because you can’t wait around forever
For someone to decide to be ready
And he did decide
When I was in a loving relationship
Even though I’ve given him a million chances before
Those ones didn’t matter
This one did
Just because he knows
I’m finally gone
And he knows the reality
That he used up all of his chances
Once and for all
You can’t expect someone to wait forever
Then get upset and regretful
when they finally decide
To walk away
—  Chapters from my life

hey can we, as a website, collectively agree to stop making memes about mr krabs? specifically, sexually charged memes? i had to read the word “krussy” with my own two eyes and i think that we’ve crossed a line

Straight White Boy Problem #598

How DARE you bro. We bought that bong as a “family” and now, you have smokeed all of will’s weed by yourself and you didn’t even clean the bong after you finished. I am totally removing you from our group chat and we are gojng to form a new group chat, which you definitely will not be in. this is the last time you will EVER do this you have crossed the line and the next time we buy weed it will be without you. maybe…just maybe…you will learn something from this

sixteen candles.

@rcmclachlan mentioned this the other day, and i can’t stop thinking about it, so:

on yuri plisetsky’s 16th birthday, i think it’s important that we talk about a sixteen candles AU, where everyone has forgotten yuri’s birthday because his half brother and family golden child victor nikiforov is getting married on the same day. (victor didn’t mean it– they’re just half brothers and he’s kind of clueless, and no one in the family reminded him?? he’s sorry, but also the event space is booked and the invitations went out, and you understand, right?) even worse, victor is marrying the Love Of Yuri’s Young Life, yuuri katsuki, who yuri saw first before victor was ever his brother, when he was the plisetsky’s Hot Older Neighbor, and maybe once when yuri was four and learning to ride a bike, he skinned his knee, and yuuri was the one to put a band-aid on his knee and sit with him on the curb and encourage him to get up and try again.  maybe he used to babysit yuri (which, yuri didn’t need a babysitter, he was totally old enough to stay home by himself, and he would publicly throw a fit about it, but secretly loved having yuuri over, letting him watch the Bad Channels and bringing over bowls of his mom’s katsudon).  

yuri of course bitches about this to his best (and only) friend otabek at school.  otabek is hopelessly in love with yuri, and tortures himself by letting yuri tell him about how he thinks yuuri katsuki is so beautiful he wants to slap him in his dumb, awful face, and how much he hates that his family loves yuuri so much and is so happy for victor that they’d rather call yuri ‘yurio’.  otabek is a senior and can’t be yurio’s plus one at the wedding, which is devastating to both of them, because his mom’s planned to take him on a trip to a college he’s been accepted to in fall.  otabek is also probably going slowly insane from hearing about yuuri katsuki all the goddamn time, and before he leaves to go on the trip, he tells yuri to just tell yuuri already, if he really loves him so much!!! which he later regrets, because yuri totally does.

the night before the wedding, and yuri’s sixteenth birthday, yuri goes over to the katsuki’s house to confess his love, because yuuri’s staying with his parents the night before the wedding one last time. and maybe yuuri is the only person who remembered yuri’s birthday, and he got him a gift, and yuri is so mad about it, because can’t yuuri see that he’s his soulmate, he’s furious.  and he has a small gift for yuri, and brings out some katsudon and puts a candle in it for yuri to blow out as they sit on the dining room table.  and then yuri angrily tells yuuri that victor is terrible and the worst and that they can’t get married, because he loves yuuri more, and he saw yuuri first, and it isn’t fair.  and yuuri turns him down so sweetly, so kindly, that yuri can’t even be mad about it.  “you know that’s a line we can never cross,” yuuri says, and yuri does know, but he still hates it and wants to pretend, and, “i hope you’ll come to the wedding tomorrow.  if you’re good, you can have first dance after victor.”

yuri goes to the wedding and it’s awful, and yuuri looks handsome with his hair slicked back and a well-fitting suit, too handsome, and even more infuriating is that victor looks handsome too, and he cries when they’re trading vows and yuri is just like, if it were me, i wouldn’t cry (he would, though).  they go to the reception and yuuri and victor haven’t shown up yet and yuri’s not sure he wants to see the happy couple officially married, so he escapes outside the venue just in time to see otabek roll up in a hurry, tie still undone and hair messy–he’d had his mom drive them back early, and this is the soonest he could get here.  and maybe that’s when yuri realizes that otabek is actually all the things that he always thought yuuri could be, like he’s this real person instead of a fantasy.  and so maybe he begrudgingly asks if otabek wants to dance (and otabek asks him “to make yuuri jealous?” and yuri just says, “no, just–just because i want to dance with you, okay?”), so they go inside and dance and have fun at the wedding and maybe kiss once or twice or five times–okay, they make out messily and gross like the teenagers they are in a supply closet and are rudely interrupted by yuuri and victor trying to sneak away to do the same thing.  

My Mother Said No One Would Love Me

(warning: long story)

Ever, she said.

That’s why when Tom came along, I was so happy to prove her wrong for once.

No one will ever love you, she said. My “peculiarities” were too much to handle. That’s what she called them, my peculiarities. She didn’t want to acknowledge that it might be something real–not her daughter, not the daughter of Miss Orange County, 1980.

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inspiration to write vs. inspiration to steal

For the last few weeks there have been series of events regarding cases of plagiarism or finding stolen ideas, which involves my beloved friends, other respected writers which I’ve been witnessing, and now even myself. Even when the recent cases have been able to be solved privately without long and exhausting drama, there are still cases where the perpetrators still defend themselves, either those who insisted that it’s mere coincidental for them to have “similar” works posted, or if they have been “inspired” by the original post, or even to the point where they also insisted that they have no knowledge whatsoever that the original posts have existed before they posted their “work”.

I’m pretty sure that this has been said multiple times by some of the writers I know, but let me say this again. It is the original writer who has the right to judge if your work are not just “similar” but exactly a copy, it is the original writer who can say that your work is purely copied from them, and it is the original writer themselves that can has the right to report, to shout publicly or kindly asking you to delete, and to say that what you did is defined as a work of plagiarism. You don’t get to decide that you are innocent when you have cross the line of what we see as a form of copyright infringement.

To understand my point of view - since I keep feeling like you just don’t get what we are saying, I’m going to just point out the lines and the boundaries between being “inspired” and blatantly “copying” other people’s work, and show you what you can and cannot do.


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  • paul: well yknow lads are lads aren't they I mean there are things you do with your friends and it's just having a laugh like me and john were close really close but not too close yknow there were boundaries because we were mates and okay so lines were crossed once or twice but we were pals! all normal and matey and not gay ha ha
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Who You Belong To

Description:  Jungkook has noticed you flirting with Taehyung for quite awhile and has finally decided you need to be reminded of who you belong to.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 8647

Warning: Dom!Jungkook, daddy kink, spanking, minor breath play, thigh riding, hair pulling, punishment, possessiveness

A/N: This is a happy birthday present to @avveh who has been my sounding board for literally every one of these fics.  She helps come up with general plots (what little plots I have in these smuts), what kinks to throw in, even some of the dirty talk, so of course I owed her a birthday present full of her favorite things.

The entire idea for this smut started between the two of us when the Bangtan Bomb for Sope-me was released.  We are possessive smut trashy fangirls and created an entire scenario based on the moment Jungkook got water and looked at something with, what interpreted as, a jealous look.  This is the kind of friendship we have.  We feed each other’s delusions.

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Russia and Iran warn US they will 'respond with force' if red lines crossed in Syria again
Russia and Iran have warned the US they will “respond with force” if their own “red lines” are crossed in Syria.

“What America waged in an aggression on Syria is a crossing of red lines. From now on we will respond with force to any aggressor or any breach of red lines from whoever it is and America knows our ability to respond well.”

THIS. IS. NOT. A. DRILL. 

A Letter to Nintendo (I Met My Love on Mario Kart)

Dear Nintendo,



If you didn’t exist I would not have met the love of my life. You’re probably thinking, “So you bumped into someone and realised you both liked Nintendo, who doesn’t? Cool story…” Not even close. 

The year was 2008, a year I’m sure many hold dear in their hearts. The year Mario Kart Wii was released. I don’t know about yours, but my days were filled with holding that wheel (of the plastic kind). MKWii was basically the air I breathed, I still remember my very first online race as crisp as a freshly cut lawn (Grumble Volcano before people realised that glitch existed). After playing the other Mario Kart games over the years against item-lucky computers (and the rare actual person), this blew my mind. However this is barely relevant to the story. The point is, people. There were people out there, just like you and me, casually sitting on the couch with a wheel imprint (perhaps 3.5% of the racing population) left in our hands and soul. Many hours (days, weeks, months), races (thousands, easily), blood sweat and tears went into this game and we all got something out of it I’m sure; fun, frustration, and friends.

Living in that piece of country people may often forget even exists (if it weren’t for the fact we use kangaroos as transport, especially after we realised emus don’t fly nor reverse), the option to play continental was such a blessing as we would often bump into the same people and you’d have that unspoken connection. No words, no contact, you just recognised each other by your Mii and/or name (for those who didn’t change it from John to W4FFLEZ, to SwagMeister89 every day). There was this one player that just stuck out to me, perhaps it was her luscious brown pixilated hair. Or it could have been because we seemed to be completely evenly matched, the only thing that separated us were those items. She’d win one race, I’d win the next. We had formed some unspoken bond, completely without contact, as we wouldn’t hit each other with items but were happy to do so to others. Side by side we’d race until some item-happy player would come along and separate us. So I’d stop at the finish line for her, even if that meant getting last place, just to let her know I saw what happened and she doesn’t deserve to come last because of some item spammer (you know, usually the 3 red shells one at a time). This became a trend and went both ways, I’d see her waiting there at the finish line for me. Then we’d both stop, together, and neither of us would cross. We just sat there at the line, revving our engines, moving backwards and forwards, wanting the other to cross. I still remember so clearly at 1am in the morning we ended up in a race together with just one other person, so the 3 of us. The race started but, simultaneously, we turned around and went backwards, did loops around each other, did the stop start (like when cloud man picks you up and you need a boost) into each other’s vehicles, grabbed items just to hit each other with, not having a single care about the race itself. This lasted for a good while, many laughs were had, and it seemed a true bond was formed - without a single word to each other. At this point, Mario Kart Wii didn’t have the option to add a friend just by clicking on them, or contacting them for that matter. You had to actually converse with them to get their friend code to then become friends, so all this time we were ‘scouring the country side’ to find each other (or more so because Australia is about as big as a 250kb USB, it was easy to bump into each other). Race after race, hour after hour, day after day, week after week we would race.


I didn’t know who this girl was (or even if she was a girl on the other side, let’s be honest) but we were Mario Kart soul mates. It wasn’t just Mario Kart that I loved, it was racing her, through our unspoken bond and silly rituals, that was fun in the purest form. It sounds like a Mario Kart love story… Until that dreaded time came where eventually we went our separate ways. It was time to say that unspoken goodbye, time to let go of that unspoken bond, time to move on. That was it…



So that’s the story, I met the pixilated love of my life and we raced until we could race no more.



…Ah but that’s only the beginning.

 6 years later Mario Kart 8 was released and I wiped the dust off the wheel, reflecting on the past. That wheel was my partner in crime, Epona to Link. It had scratches, bits missing out of it, even bite marks (ahem, sometimes races don’t exactly go your ways…). Those were the times! I jumped online only to find I had people from France, UK and Italy roam my races. Where were my fellow Australians? I played a few races and that was it, holding too strongly onto the past. Down went my trusty wheel and off went the game.

Until one afternoon my brother was bored (or procrastinating) and wanted to know what Mario Kart 8 was like, as we didn’t spend that much time together it was a prime opportunity to chill. So I popped it on, jumped online and went through the motions. A few races with people so far away, whilst fun, I got bored too fast. Almost switching the console off, something stopped me. Those brown eyes, luscious brown hair, big smile, black outfit. Could it be? It was. It was her. In a packed race filled with people from France, UK and Italy there were two Australians. Myself and the girl I raced almost 7 years ago. The girl who stopped at the line for me, the girl who didn’t hit me with items, the girl who who was my racing equal, the girl who I never spoke a word with but shared an unspoken bond. She had the same Mii, same name, there was no doubt it was her. Unlike me I had a different Mii (puberty does things to you) and a different name (I felt now that I was 23 I could level up from nickname to actual name). I knew who she was but she would never know who I am! I was on the tracks riding next to her, beeping at her, bumping into her, all the while knowing she would just think I’m some weirdo who doesn’t know how to handle a bike. It was all so ironic, as well as the fact unlike MK Wii we both didn’t race as our Miis but as Mario and Peach (the helmets covered up our luscious brown hair, y’see). Mario chasing his princess whilst the princess was basically in another castle/didn’t know who he was. I wanted to reach out and tell her who I was; I was that guy she raced almost 7 years ago, that guy who stopped at the line for her, protected her from items, the guy who she stayed up with into the early hours of the morning, that guy she never spoke a single word to. I savoured every race not knowing if I’d ever be able to see her again. I raced by her side race after race, even though I was hit with her items (“And if you hurt me, that’s okay baby” - Ed Sheeran, ‘Photograph’), I even stopped at the line for her. Did she know who I was? Probably not. Next race she was gone. 



And that is how I met the love of my life on Mario Kart, twice. Does that count as a real love story? We basically raced into the sunset to live happily ever after, right?



So there may be more to it. Being in a state of excitement, nostalgia, and who knows what, I was a man on a mission. When I’m a man on a mission I usually forget the simple things, like clicking on her Mii to add her as a friend. I didn’t even know such a thing existed. So I literally was a man on a mission. My first resort, google. Obviously no luck. Miiverse! Excitedly I reached ‘Search Users’ and typed in her name, only to realise that it was one of the most common names to exist. After about an hour of searching my hope was wearing thin, my face resembled a Mii who came in at least 10th, head down, lost, reflecting, pondering. Hang on, she had stars in her name! Apparently everyone with the name Lisa has stars in them. No luck. Utterly defeated, I held the power button down for two seconds and just before the third I realised something. Something didn’t look right… That’s right, she had spaces between the stars! I’ve never been more determined to hit that space bar. There she was. I had found her.

“Hey Lisa! I’m not sure if you’d remember me but I used to race as Ed back in the MKWii days! Was good to see you, can see you haven’t lost your touch!” Not even sure if she’d see the message or even reply, it was all in the hands of fate now. Fate it certainly was. She remembered me. We conversed through Miiverse, learning little basic bits about each other. The most important being that The Legend of Zelda was our favourite gaming series (and basically favourite thing to exist). To the point I have a Zelda tattoo and her dog’s name is Link. Destiny? From there, she asked for my email address so she could send me a photo of Link (let’s just say I am very thankful for Miiverse’s lack of characters/ability to send photos). 


One message turned into many, across days, weeks and months. A one sentence message grew into paragraphs, pages, novels, photos and videos. One single message evolved into over 25 000 words combined. Who knew what one message could lead to. I had found someone who I connected with on every level, whom I shared endless things in common with, big to small (to the point of both of us being left-handed and our birthdays being 2 days apart). However she lived a whole state away. This was nothing but a mere friendship over the internet.



I came across the amazing fan book “Legend of the Hero” by Kari Fry and bought one, along with a few other Zelda bits and pieces. A thought crossed my mind, perhaps I could send this to her? I mean it’s just as easy for her to go buy it herself, but it would be nice, right? So she ended up giving me her address and I excitedly made her a Zelda package. 


Off it went, along with my number on the back of the package (as required by the, ultimate wingman, post office). I soon received a very excited text message and from there we conversed through text - although we couldn’t let go of our novel emails straight away, as our recent messages were “Hey, just letting you know the Postman has left something in your inbox (Da na na naaaa)!” Soon after she sent me my very own Zelda package, which was easily the best package I have ever received in my life.








From there I knew I wanted to meet her. I wanted to drop everything, catch a plane, and meet this girl who I shared this abnormally special connection with. Meet this girl who I had raced for many hours, days, weeks and months on Mario Kart(s) (“Oh I lost you once but I found you twice, and my search is over” - ‘Deeper Love’, Mike Mago). Meet this girl who I waited for; not only at the line but, unknowingly, for many years. Meet this girl who I had spent hours upon hours writing to, words upon words, photos upon photos. Meet this girl who seemed to be a destined part of my life. That I did. 



One single flight and a solid friendship turned into thirteen flights (within a month) and a beautiful relationship, with the final flight being a permanent one. I’ve now moved states, transferred jobs, and am living with my best friend, my soulmate, my love. Best decision I’ve ever made was to catch that flight. No, the best decision I’ve ever made was to play Mario Kart. 











Who knew that Mario Kart could forever change your life?



Thank you, Nintendo.



- Elijah 



P.S. We are now very happily engaged - Zelda rings* for the both of us!


*Austin Moore from Earth Art Gem and Jewelry (https://www.etsy.com/shop/mooredesign13) made both our rings, with Lisa’s being a custom made design. Absolutely recommend!


P.P.S. Here is a link to the video (also included within post) of me proposing to my now fiancee (with Mario Kart included - as well as a Zelda cake): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukkw6XI4jTo 

Thank you, Nintendo.

anonymous asked:

I think you should write something about asking him to stop (about being shy during sex) bc all the blurbs are all perfect and the girl is shy but keep going,but what if she asked to stop? I've never read something like this AND we know that it's something that can happen

Harry’s booming voice filled the house as soon as the front door opened.  Hearing him walk through the front door singing was always music to my ears.  I loved it when he was in a good mood.  He stood in the doorway of the kitchen with his arms out like he was front stage on Broadway belting out the closing number.

I didn’t know what he was singing.  Something he’d recorded at the studio today was a good bet but I didn’t like to ask.  I knew he liked to keep his recording close to the vest.  

Whatever it was, it sure made him happy.

He finished the note out, his eyes opening to meet mine as his arms dropped to his sides.  He smiled the widest, brightest, happiest smile I’d ever seen as he walked towards the island.  He leaned down against it, looking up at me,

“Hello, Beautiful Girl.”

I smiled,

“Hello.  I take it the studio went well today.”

He raised his eyebrows,

“Well?  Yes, the studio went very very well.”  He said as he rounded the island and walked towards me, “I’m glad you’re here.”

I shrugged,

“Came over after class…thought you might be here but you weren’t so I hung around for a bit to see if you’d show up.”

I felt his fingers creep up onto my hips,

“Finished it.”  He said finally, his voice dripping with accomplishment.

I pushed my hands against his chest,

“All of it?  Or just one song?”

“All of it.  It’s done.”

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