where the skies are so blue

Orange Skies and Blue Eyes

I haven’t posted in like forever but since it’s Christmas, I’ve decided to finish all my requests and will open requests again when I’m done doing so. 

Also Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was awesome 💚 I loved it and cried so much when I watched it. 

Can you do a one shot where Draco places his head in your lap? Kinda like when he did that with pansy but you know, cuter -Anonymous

“Leave me alone, Parkinson” Draco sighed, quickening his pace to get away from the dark haired girl. She had been acting extremely clingy today and seeing as Draco was already having such a stressful day, he couldn’t handle the way the pug faced slytherin’s obsession with him was an all-time high at the moment. Pansy was like an animal during mating season every once a month. There are times when her love for him was at a minimal and there are times (like now) where her hormones blast like fireworks waiting to burst.

“But Drakey….” Pansy whined, trying to make her face puppy dog like but ended up making Draco visibly disgusted “You promised to help me with Potions! We can watch the sunset too once we’re finished” Her hands had created a death grip on his bicep, disabling the boy from getting away. Draco mentally cursed at how he couldn’t just push her away. He was a Malfoy, he still had a reputation to keep.

“I don’t recall that” He squinted at her. The day couldn’t have gone worse for him. He had gotten detention from McGonagall because of his little banter with the Golden Trio during their Divination class and the fact that he had a tiring quidditch practice this morning. He looked up and prayed to any god there was up there to help him.

And just like that.

“Draco!” He turned his head to find his favorite pair of (E/C) eyes and (H/C) hair. You stood behind the awkward duo, holding back a laugh. You and Draco had been best friends since you were children. You fathers worked together in the ministry and were delighted you were both sorted in the same house.

“(Y/N)” He breathed, happily. Relief flowed through him as he stared at the smiling girl in front of him. You tried your best to hold back your laughter due to his obvious discomfort. Parkinson on the other hand looked at you with uttermost hatred. During the sorting in your first year, you were nervous as to where the hat would place you. Draco knew of your uneasiness and held your hand the whole time until your name was called. From then on, she swore to make your life at Hogwarts hell. That plan never went accordingly since you never visibly shown you were affected.

“I’ve been looking for you all over the damn place” You smiled, sweetly as Pansy scoffed not caring if Draco heard her. Your smile disappeared, feigning a hurt expression. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten…” The blonde gave you a baffled look.

“It’s Sit under a tree with your Best Friend Day!” You hollered, raising your arms for extra emphasis.

“That’s not a thing” Parkinson exclaimed, exasperated.

Draco slowly understood what you were trying to do and decided to play along.

“Oh yes. Of course I haven’t, love.” He grinned, scratching the nape of his neck. He looked down at the clinging girl next to him before he spoke “Sorry, Parkinson. It seems my schedule’s booked. Maybe on the 30th of February?” Pansy smiled, squealing in joy as she hugged Draco one last time. “You promise?” She batted her eyelashes making you gag.

“Yeah, I promise” Draco said, sliding his hand from her grip and wrapping an arm around you. You giggled realizing how dim witted Parkinson was. Well, they say love makes you blind but you didn’t recall that it also disintegrated your intelligence.  Pansy stuck her tongue out at you as if to say ‘I won’. You shook your head and giggled under your breath.


You made many happy memories in Hogwarts with Draco. Your first casting of a patronus, first duel and even your first skinny dip –that’s a story for another time. You’ve done everything together well except snog of course. Friends don’t do that. You sat down on your favorite tree to sit on. It had the perfect view of the castle and had the perfect shade to protect you from the sun’s rays. Draco sat next to you, sighing contently as he lent his head back against the tree. You looked at him with concern as he noticed how tired he looked. You knew he wouldn’t admit it but he does get tired of acting this way from time to time. It wasn’t easy having his kind of title; The Slytherin Prince.

“You should rest, Draco…” You insisted, gently nudging his shoulder with yours. He opened his eyes to look at you, his signature smirk evident as he noticed the concern in them. “You could my lap as a pillow” You suggested, smirking as well “It’ll calm you”

“I’m not a child (Y/N)” He scoffed, noticing your teasing manner.

“I never noticed” You whispered, giggling after “Please?”

He could never resist you. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t. You had a way of controlling the him that had no need for dominance or violence; physical or verbal. He’s always seen you as more than a friend and if you were someone else, he would have asked you to be his from the start but you were you. He was afraid of you. Afraid of what you truly feel and how much it would affect him. The girl with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. There are numerous girls with these colors but only you can bring out true beauty. God, he hated himself for sounding like a girl.

He shuffled rather messily to get into the right position. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he looked so happy to be able to rest his head on your lap. He enjoyed it, especially at the way you caress his blonde locks between your fingers.  You knew again that this was something he wouldn’t admit to anyone –well except you.

“I told you it’ll calm you….Drakey…” You teased, looking down at him to see he was cringing at the name. You laughed, continuing your hand movements on his hair. “Don’t ever call me that” He groaned, placing an arm over his eyes.

“You should tell her the way you feel, Draco. Who knows what she’ll do next” You spoke in a joking manner but he knew it was laced with concern. He knew of what Parkinson tries to do to you when he wasn’t around but you’ve assured him countess of times that you payed no attention to the pug-face herself.

“You think she’ll try to get me to marry her?” He joked, trying to make you smile again. It mildly worked as he saw you had given him a half-smile. You looked up at the sky above you as it started to turn yellow-orange. The sunset in Hogwarts was always so beautiful to look at. The blonde removed his arm to stare at you. As cliché as it sounds, he thought you were more beautiful than the sun, moon and stars.

“(Y/N)” You tore your gaze away from the sky to see a better view of blue. His eyes were an ocean that you drowned in countless of times. He sat up, surprising you as he held the back of your neck with his hand. Your heart was beating rapidly unsure if he was going to do what you thought he was. He leaned in, capturing your lips in his. For once in his life, he actually felt something when he kissed a girl.

“You’re more radiant than whatever the sunset could bring” He said once he pulled away. You returned to your original position; His head on our lap whilst you relaxed against the tree, fingers wrapped around his soft blonde hair.

“Rest, Draco, my love. I’ll see you in a bit”

Playing With Death [Adrientte]

Writing Prompt: “You can’t just sit there all day.”

It was a beautiful day, with blue skies and white clouds hovering above Paris. The sun shone brightly, and the city brimmed with life. This meant that the Dupain-Cheng bakery was hectic with countless of customers. Many orders were placed, and the sound of the check opening and shutting was heard constantly. While Sabine was busy at the counter, Tom was preoccupied with placing the correct orders. With how busy they were, the bakery’s food was selling out quickly which meant someone had to make them again, so they would not sell out.

This is where Marinette came in; a pink apron tied around her waist, a baker hat worn on her head, and bits of flour decorating her face, and clothes here and there.

Prior to her current situation, she had been beating at the dough with ferocity like her parents had asked her to do so.

Everything was going well, until Adrien’s arrival. The blond haired male had decided to visit her so they could ‘hang out’ by playing video games and indulge in snacks. However, that did not happen for Marinette was needed in the bakery.  

He still wanted to ‘hang out’ with her. So, being the nice and polite gentleman that he was, he offered to help her with the baking. The Dupains had gladly accepted the offer, which had caused him to beam in joy like a puppy not only because he was excited to learn how to bake, but also because they had promised to give him treats for volunteering.

Except that, the baking had not gone according to plan. He had burnt all the cookies which Marinette had told him to keep an eye on. Subsequently, he had spilt all the mixed icing sugar on the counter, rather than putting it in the icing sugar piping bag.

So, presently, Marinette was wiping the counter with ferocity to clean up the mess that Adrien had made, while the offender had made himself comfortable in an empty box that was discarded in the corner of the room.

Like a cat, he sat in the box, with only half of his face being visible as he observed Marinette clean after him, and glare at him from the corner of her eyes.

If looks could kill, he would be a cat-astrophe  by now.

He had really bugged her.

“You can’t just sit there all day,” Marinette voiced, tightening the grip on her towel. “Help me clean your crap up,” She hissed, annoyance written all over her face.

Adrien gave her his best model smile that he knew would melt her heart. He formed his hand into a fist cutely like a neko-chan in an anime, and then brought it to his face. He brushed his hand against his cheek as if he was cutely petting himself, and he purred.

Then, as if he hadn’t worsen the situation already, he had definitely crossed the line this time.

“Meowch,” He began, fluttering his eyelashes at Marinette, and raising his voice to be high-pitched.

“I am purrfectly comfortable here. Besides, cleaning the crap comes with the job of adopting a cat. It’s worth all the cuddles you’ll get later, Mariboo,” He blabbered, closing his eyes and charismatically blowing a kiss her way.

Marinette was anything but impressed. Her eyebrow began to twitch in annoyance.

“It comes with the job, huh?” Marinette said, settling down her cleaning towel on the counter, and picking up a knife and a water bottle. Then, she began to walk towards Adrien, who had no idea what was coming at him, for his eyes were shut.

“Yes, my baby boo- w-whaT ARE THOSE?!” Adrien screeched, as he opened his eyes and looked at the humongous kitchen knife in Marinette’s hand. The bluenette now stood before him, and hovered above him with a cunning smile on her face.

She smiled sickeningly sweet.

“This? Oh, don’t worry, I was just thinking of skinning a certain cat I’ve recently adopted with this… It comes with the job,” She began, shrugging as she spun the knife in her hands.

Adrien gulped.


“Do you know what else comes with the job, kitty cat~?” Marinette asked in a sing-sang voice, and leaned down so her nose slightly brushed against Adrien’s. He shivered at the contact as his emerald eyes flickered to Marinette’s bluebell eyes. Then, for a moment they flickered down to her lips, and then back to her eyes.

He lifted his neck slightly so his entire face popped out of the box. In doing so, his lips brushed slightly against hers.

“What?” He asked sensually, his breath fanning her face.

This, in return, caused a shiver to run down Marinette’s spine, and she almost gave into the temptation to gently kiss Adrien’s lips.

Keyword: Almost.

“This,” She said, leaning closer to him. She pecked his lips and stepped away.

Adrien, who was going all in, had leaned a bit too much in his cardboard box because when Marinette moved a few steps back, he ended up kissing the air and falling face first.

“Ow,” The male muttered as his face hit the ground. Then, moments later, he lifted his face to pout at Marinette only to see his worst enemy: water.

“The spray bottle– Well, a water bottle also comes with the job,” Marinette announced, and she smirked.

Adrien’s eyes widened in horror.

“My lady don-”

“BAD KITTIES WITH BAD PUNS GET PUN-ISHED!” She bellowed, squirting the water at Adrien, who screamed and hissed at her as if he had just lost one of his nine lives.


The child of the stars woke quite alone,
eyes skimming, mind brimming,
they searched for home.

The dry winter grass now skimmed their feet,
far from the cosmos they once had known.
Far from that space where their stars did meet.

So they wander, uncertain,
legs shake, quite unsteady.
Amongst the crowds and the voices,
their heart so unready.

For her, she who changed all they had known.
Nebulae smattered her cheeks,
blue eyes, round like the moon,
they knew that they never could roam.

For when they met with her eyes
they saw planets and skies,
and they knew that they’d always be home

—  S.H.

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry I have to say your art is so so good and gives me hapiness AND THAT ANIMATION YOU MADE WHERE MARCELINE SINGS I WANNA HOLD YOUR HAND TO PB I MEAN THE WORD "CUTE" WAS MADE TO DESCRIBE IT I CAN'T DEAL WITH HOW CUTE IT IS IT'S THE THING I DIDN'T KNOW I NEEDED IN MY LIFE anyways I wish you all great things and I hope flowers and blue skies will come your way if you enjoy them !!!! 😊🍉✨


anonymous asked:

hi! i really love your au's so i was wondering if you could do a mckirk soulmate au where the soulmates cant see colors until they meet each other?? thank you if you do because this'll be great! i love your writing !!

  • The first time Jim’s world lights up, it’s blinding. He’s in the park and there’s a big party happening, which is fine, but suddenly all greys turn into lush greens and blue skies and it’s an instant headache. Jim doesn’t know how to deal with all these colors thrown at him at once and he’s just rubbing his eyes and blinking heavily to make sure this is actually happening. Though he’s not talking to anyone, and eye contact must have been brief, because the bright colours are starting to fade into greys again. Jim panics, rushing around the crowd in an attempt to find the one he’s looking for. That one person who’s supposed to make his life turn into color forever, not just for a few split seconds. But he can’t find them anymore, and he’s forced to move on. 
  • The second time Jim’s world lights up is two days later. Chekov’s dragging him to Sulu’s engagement party at their local bar because he doesn’t want to go alone. Jim’s just still hungover from two days of drinking in the park, and he’s really not feeling it. Sulu’s been engaged for literally three years, who throws an engagement party once a year? Sulu, that’s who. And Jim’s talking to a few people, and he’s taking it slow with the scotch, until a hand rests on his shoulder, a man slipping behind him and another stranger to get to the bar, and all that color is just back. The dark wooden interior, the greens of the cushions on the seats, the array of different colors in the liquor bottles. Jim spins around wildly, finding the other guy rubbing his eyes, too, and okay, Jim’s not losing his mind. And holy shit, this guy is gorgeous too. The way his lips pout when he frowns, his hair’s a mess and the smell of scotch is on his breath. And the other guy’s eyes are trained on Jim, and he’s taking his time checking him out and somehow that’s the hottest thing ever. “Jim,” Jim says, reaching out for the other’s hand. “Leonard. Were you at the park two days ago?” the other asks, and he still looks a bit baffled. “Yeah,” Jim replies, grin wider now that he knows for sure he wasn’t losing his mind back then. “So, do you want to get out of here and find some place quiet?” Jim asks, and Leonard laughs, taking his hand back and shaking his head. “I’m not just gonna go out and have sex with you. I don’t even know you.” 
  • He totally has sex with Jim. 
  • And he stays the next morning, making breakfast in Jim’s house, because Jim wakes up to the smell of coffee and bacon and honestly this is the best thing ever. Leonard’s in his kitchen in just his underwear, and he’s handing Jim a cup of coffee. “I gotta go  soon,” Leonard says. “I got this new job and I can’t be late.” “Okay,” Jim says, leaning against the counter and he watches Leonard prepare two plates of toast, scrambled egg and bacon. Jim wasn’t even aware he had these ingredients in the house, but okay. “We should see each other again soon,” Jim continues, sitting down at his dining table (which is a first. Who eats food at a dining table? That’s what a couch is for). “I want to take you out on an actual date. See some nature. Y’know, since we can actually see it in all its color now.” Leonard laughs. “You are so cheesy. Fine. Take me out on Saturday.”
  • Leonard leaves after breakfast. Jim takes his time getting dressed, watching the colors in his world fade ever so lightly when Leonard’s no longer near him. they remain faded, but never turn to grey, as he makes his way to his office and slumps down in his chair, on time for his conference meeting. “You were gone early yesterday,” Sulu says, nudging Jim’s shoulder, and Jim grins. “Yeah, I went to an afterparty in my bed-” “Too many details,” Sulu replies, tuning out almost immediately. 
  • Leonard’s his new boss. Jim watches the colors around him come blazing back to life when the door to the conference room opens and Leonard walks in - holy shit, he’s wearing a suit, too. And Jim groans under his breath because he’s slept with his boss, who looks far too good in formal attire. But hey, at least Leonard will go easy on him, because they’re soulmates.
  • Leonard doesn’t go easy on him. In fact, it’s the complete opposite. Somehow he makes Jim work harder than usual. He’s mean, he doesn’t approve of most of Jim’s ideas, he literally throws a ball of paper at his head when Jim’s slacking of for five minutes (okay, maybe closer to thirty minutes), and Jim’s a 100% sure this date is never gonna happen because Leonard is so hard on him. But then Leonard calls him into his office, closes the blinds, and he just pushes Jim up against the wall with a firm kiss and Jim breathlessly realizes that, fuck yes, Leonard’s his new boss, and the whole world is full of bright colors because of it.
  • Slightest
  • Elizaveta - Trespasser DLC Bard Song

mercy for the elves
who guard their lives with faith
our hands do weigh them down
but their kind hearts will forgive the weight

Arlathan fell
so deep onto the ocean floor
currents of hate
will so challenge their fate

mercy for the elves
who marched with us through fire
stood with Andraste
as she rose against the empire

can we pay the cost
for the allies we have lost in fear
our hands of pain
will so threaten their name

if we climb through our doubt
we can sympathize
when the slightest unite
then a giant will rise
slightest unite then a giant may rise 

mercy for the elves
who wander through the night
Dalish father roams
will the Dalish son survive the fight?

how can we deny
what their number can supply the realm?
slightest unite then a giant will rise
oh, the slightest unite then a giant will rise

Purple (Yoosung X MC)


The world was monochrome.

Consisting of promises of blue skies, and green grass under the soles of graphite-hued feet.

It was what you dreamt of. Finally being able to see the flecks of brown that were freckles, the rosy dust of blush along pale, peachy cheeks. Being able to describe your hair and eyes and features without using the word grey.


You were fed up of grey.

You were fed up of grey walls and grey ceilings as the days ticked by, dreaming of rainbows and vibrant flowers and clouds that floated past on a watercolour sunset.

But there was something about him.


It made you dizzy, your vision fuzzy when she thought of him, which was often. Your eyes tingled, as if something was creeping in from the edges.


It was cold outside when you’d met again, when you’d kissed.

You’d been huddled under thick coats and layers of jumpers outside of his dorm, Yoosung wrapping his scarf around your neck, despite your defiant protests. Numb, cold, glove-defiant hands had been pressed to flushed cheeks, clumsy lips brushing against clumsy lips.

That’s when the world exploded.

You’d been ripped apart, pushing away from each other instinctively, gasping for breath as it was suddenly ripped from your lungs.

You went sprawling in the snow, red and raw hands sinking into the white foam in an attempt to catch yourself.





Was he… seeing the same?

“M-M-MC, your hair, it’s.. brown..?”

You pulled at your locks, bringing them in front of your face.

Is this brown?

“And yours… it’s blonde?”

His eyes widened, tugging at his hair.

“W-Whoa-! This is blonde?!”

Your favourite colour must of changed ten times in the following moments, shifting from the orange glow of the street lamps to the bright blue of his hoodie.

But then you saw his eyes for the first time.




C o l o u r.

Purple couldn’t be more perfect.

you are a girl with acid in her veins. you are a girl who wakes up in the morning to feel her blood boiling and her bones burning and finds holes in her skin where it’s singed around the edges, you are a girl with rust behind your tongue from where you broke your teeth biting through metal and you swallow red like it’s water and your thirst is unquenchable. you are a girl who tastes blood every time you smile, you are a girl with a paper heart stained blue, you are a girl with cuts across your fingertips so deep they’re almost severed from the palms of your hands and you relish it, you treasure it, you thank god for your religion-come-destruction and kiss him hard on the mouth and wait for black days to become bright nights injected with star-filled skies. you are a girl caving in on herself.
—  you are a girl no longer.

I think I’ll go to New York
where I can get lost in white noise,
where hearts aren’t so heavy

Maybe I’ll go to Boston
Drink coffee at undiscovered cafes,
fall in love with the barista’s smile

I think I should move to Los Angeles
the skies will always be blue
I can hear the ocean calling me

I could head out to Denver
Stand on top of a mountain
And realize I am so small

Take a train to Chicago
Tell my story to a stranger along the way
Look at street art every Sunday

I want to be,
but here

—  m.n // my hometown is hurting me

Today has been really nice. The rain cleared early, but there were plenty of clouds as well as blue skies, and a nice easterly breeze kept it so cool today I didn’t turn my fan on.

I had no where I needed to go today, so I worked out hard, did some chores and sat down to write. I haven’t been this productive for a week at least, and I could have kept going, but I was getting slower and slower as my energy flagged. I know where to pick it up again next time.

Someone left me some amazing and beautiful comments on some of my old Skyrim fic, which really made my day. And it looks like my flatmate might have enough players to start a DnD 5th ed game which I am excite for. I miss rolling dice.

Basically today has been good to me. And I have dinner and computer games to look forward to yet.

Sole Party GATECRASHED Day 2: What is life like now?

Life for Nate is… surprisingly okay. I mean, if you disregard the loss of everything he loved and held dear, of course, but that’s standard issue Sole Angst™ and everyone gets that.

The Castle’s coming along, the walls almost totally re-rebuilt and re-patched up after the attack by the Institute. The Brotherhood zeppelin that had cast a long shadow over the Commonwealth for the best part of a year has packed up and left, leaving an uninterrupted view of blue skies and dark seas beyond the airport. And though he can’t forget where he came from or the friends and family he lost, he really feels like he belongs in this world, as broken and twisted as it is. It’s a place he can really make a difference.

And besides. He’s got Danse on one arm, Cait on the other, they’re all three wearing matching shades (of course) and Nate just found an intact volleyball.

So yeah. Life is pretty alright.

Nate McKay’s Guide to Gatecrashing: Day 1 - Day 3Day 4 - Day 5 - Day 6 - Day 7

Holding Out, Holding Under

Bury me so deep, the coffin bursts,
The wood groans and calls for home,
Back to trees it’s always known.

Bury me so deep, the earth sings,
Sings a song so sad, soughing softly
Through buried bone and sodden stone.

Bury me so deep, my soul blisters,
A twisted yearning for the burning
Heart and core of the unexplored.

Have faith in me when you’re gone, because
I feel you when the wind blows leaves into my hair,
I hear you when the phone rings and no one’s there,
I see you when the water sparks the setting sun,
I love you when you’re cold enough for anyone.

So bury me where you’ll find me: deep.
On cloudy days and crowded streets,
Where love is guiltless while it drops us
Back to lives of drab politeness.

Friendship bindings, kithship tyings,
Blue skies hold our wings for flying.
Robins, kestrels, soaring jays,
Some birds soar and some will stay.

I ask you please, have faith in me, make your life and take no leash,
Take the heart you’ve earned from me, know that it will
Never grieve, nor deceive; never think it right to leave,
And what it is, I believe, the last thing left of you and me,
The final string a hope could weave, all the love my heart could heave,
A memory of life so sweet, breathing in the summer heat.


Keith gets panic attacks really easily. His anxiety is always on edge because of how different everything is.

Everything is so different up in space and so unlike his rickety old shack that he can’t get comfortable or used to it at all.

His throats clogs up and his hands start sweating and shaking whenever he smells something that reminds him of home or even something that smells like nothing he’s ever experienced.

He thinks he can hide them pretty well but when he returns from a mission where he saw blue grass and green skies he stumbles into Red’s mouth and collapses. Lance comes looking for him and finds a shaking sweaty mess.

Keith can’t even find the time to be embarrassed because holy fuck his vision is blurring and he’s two seconds away from vomiting the air he ate for breakfast.

Lance brings him back by humming a lullaby his mama used to sing whenever his baby sister couldn’t sleep and rocking Keith in his arms gently.

Now whenever Keith feels like he’s going to break down Lance is there, or he finds Lance. And he is always welcomed with warm open arms and a soft voice.

I think I’ll go to New York
where I can get lost in white noise,
where hearts aren’t so heavy
Maybe I’ll go to Boston
Drink coffee at undiscovered cafes,
fall in love with the barista’s smile
I think I should move to Los Angeles
the skies will always be blue
I can hear the ocean calling me
I could head out to Denver
Stand on top of a mountain
And realize I am so small
Take a train to Chicago
Tell my story to a stranger along the way
Look at street art every Sunday
I want to be,
but here
—  my hometown is hurting me /// m.n.

anonymous asked:

Allison is: warm sunlight on the first blade of spring grass after winter, the smell of fresh cut mint, blue skies, snowflakes on eyelashes, pure & true laughter after a long period of solemn silence, the lights of cars flying down highways at one am, blaring music & singing along to every word. She is the deepest reached of jeweled galaxies & the mysteries of the most wonderful oceans; the incense filled Greek temples where oracles see all, & somehow as open as a meadow of wildflowers. Beauty.

I’m crying at this

This is so beautiful

I’m really crying

Thank you💖

anonymous asked:

I see you're into Octaven. Any fic recs?

Omg Yes!!! I’ve got a ton for you :D Enjoy…

Winged Cupid Painted by morningsound15 (86k+)
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For Blue Skies by txrches (63k)
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Hell of a Night by teambrackish (15k)
Raven enlists Clarke’s help to pull off a senior prank, but somehow ends up spending most of the night with Octavia Blake instead. 

Chocolate Volcano by white_russian (7k)
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I live in a hologram with you by radiants (9k)
The only expected thing about Octavia was her departure.

All the Strings Attached by blayesheda (21k+)
The one in which Octavia is a musician, and Raven is her new favourite groupie. 

You know I love you (and you love the sea) by coat (7k)
Five times Octavia and Raven exercised together, and one time they tried a whole new type of workout.

Carefully you came to me (ever so gently) by endlesspossibilities (15k)
Raven doesn’t really like love. She tried it once and everything went to shit, so that was enough. She does like Octavia though, and maybe that’s the same thing.

Let her in on your little heart by usoverlooked (7k)
A few lucky people like Raven had nothing at all. Neither wrist – not her right, where the first words she heard should go, nor her left wrist where the last words she heard from her soulmate should go – had anything. The prevailing theory – and the one Raven subscribed to – was that it simply meant she had no soulmate. Which – it was fine. She was fine.

Thunderstorms by VersaChae (5k)
All Raven wants is her Biology textbook. All Octavia wants is for this storm to go away. All Clarke wants is for Octavia and Raven to date. All Lexa wants is for Clarke to stop playing matchmaker. All Bellamy wants is for someone to laugh at his jokes. 

Let’s just go home

A/N: So I apparently was in the mood to write? I wrote something really short. And what did it end up being? Monkey Business. I love Roman and Sun so much. But I wanted some more feels I guess? AnNyway, it’s not great but it’s something I guess? So enjoy it if you like the ship.

Summary: His instinct was to run to him, but he knew he couldn’t.

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Songs to dance with your American sweetheart the night before leaving for the war

Till We Meet Again | Doris Day
Smile the while you kiss me sad adieu / When the clouds roll by I’ll come to you / Then the skies will seem more blue / Down in Lover’s Lane, my dearie

Oh! You Beautiful Doll | Tony Martin and the Pied Pipers
Oh! You beautiful doll / You great big beautiful doll / Won’t you let me put my arms about you? / I just could never live without you

Bye Bye Blackbird | Peggy Lee
Here I go, sing a little bye, blackbird / Where somebody waits for me / Sugar’s sweet and so is he / Bye, blackbird

Hold Me in Your Arms | Doris Day
Never let me go; / Suddenly I know / I’ve never loved before! / With every kiss my head is spinning, / This is the moment I’ve waited for! / Tonight is only the beginning, / Hold me in your arms for evermore

I’ll Never Smile Again | The Ink Spots
I’ll never smile again, darling / Unless I smile at you / I’ll never laugh again / What good would that do?

You Are My Sunshine | Bing Cosby
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine / You make me happy when skies are gray / You’ll never know dear how much I love you / Please don’t take my sunshine away

Our Love Affair | Glenn Miller
Our love affair will be such fun / We’ll be the envy of ev'ryone / Those famous lovers we’ll make them forget / From Adam and Eve to Scarlett and Rhett

I’ll Be Seeing You | Bing Crosby
I’ll be seeing you / In every lovely summer’s day / In everything that’s light and gay / I’ll always think of you that way

I am fat.

I am strong.

I have bulges in funny places.

I have muscles that bugle too.

My legs are long and strong, and can walk all over the world.

My arms are long and strong (to match my legs), and give great hugs.

My hair’s a bit grey, and that’s okay. I’ve earned it.

My feet are big, boats, really. But they take me where i want to go.

My eyes don’t see so well, but they see sunsets and blue skies and sunshine.

My tummy is soft, no six pack to be seen, but it’s under there, all the same.

My back is missing some discs, but it’s still strong enough to hoist fifty pound bags of feed onto my shoulder and move it around.

I am grateful for all that I am, all that I have, all that I can do with my fat, strong body.  

Thank you, body! You rock.

Have you thanked your body for all that it does for you?  Do it now.