why you should love us

1. honesty victor and yuri wear sweatpants most of the time but you will drag this joke about how phichit got yuri wearing shitty forever21 leggings and tops out of my cold, dead, grasping hands

2. another joke I’m not sure how to write but I’m definitely going to figure out is how phichit has a flashdrive full of yuri housework dancing and/or actually dancing and/or skating to things like “Nasty” by Janet Jackson or “Boyfriend” by Avril and is coldbloodedly bargaining for choreography with victor. 

2a. “is it the real goods?” says victor, suspiciously. he’s not going to be tricked into ponying up for just pictures of yuri doing stretches in JUICY sweats, which he can find on the internet. he wants the real good stuff, okay. phichit shows him thirty seconds of yuri shaking it like his mama taught him as the divine dame bassey pulls up lookin’ flashy in her Mercedes Benz. “there’s more,” he says. “OH MY GOD YOU TWO,” says yuri. “I’M DIVORCING EVERYBODY IN THIS ROOM.” “what,” says leo, looking up


Books that I think you should read (Individual/Series)

  • The Perks Of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
  • Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell
  • Love, Rosie by Cecelia Ahen
  • Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins
  • Isla and the Happily Ever After by Stephanie Perkins
  • The Future of Us by Jay Asher and Carolyn Mackler
  • The Statistical Probability Of Love At First Sight by Jennifer Smith
  • Me Before You by Jojo Moyes
  • Why we Broke up by Daniel Handler
  • 13 Reasons Why by Jay Asher

It is cold. The concrete under Lafay’s feet. The night air. The stuttering stillness of his anxious heart. Everything is cold.

Lafay hasn’t breathed a word, he watches Gaston on the bed, hardly breathing. He has a million things he wants to say. Why did you leave me? Why did you choose her over me? When did I stop mattering to you? But he can’t speak. Even if he did, the chances Gaston would hear him are slim and the chances he would be well-received are slimmer.

So he sits there, watching him day in and day out.


In thirteen days, Gaston opens his eyes.

But the first day, they exchange no words. Gaston looks at Lafay, and Lafay looks at Gaston, and they never breathe a word.

Lafay continues sitting in the room, though. The minutes stretch into hours, and he doesn’t move, especially now that Gaston is awake. They gaze each other with novels to say but never speak.


Sixteen days into Gaston’s recovery, Gaston finally speaks.

And Gaston says, “Lefou,” and then, “thank you,” in a scratchy voice that is strong albeit quiet. Much like the ocean at night, forceful and serene.

Lafay is at a loss.

“You’re welcome,” the words punch out of him as if they were stolen.

Gaston turns his head toward the window on the opposite wall.

They lapse into silence again.


Gaston begins eating more. Lafay begins breathing more.


Upon the twenty-first day, they speak some more.

“No one asked this if you,” Gaston accuses, “and yet here you are.”

Lafay ponders this, then agrees with a nod, “Here I am.”

Gaston fists his hands in the blanket of the bed. His jaw is set, face tense. Lafay watches curiously to see if Gaston will say something damning or something redeeming.

It turns out, he says something redeeming.

“Why?” he bursts, “Why do you stay?”

Lafay shrugs. He’d asked himself the same thing a million times, and each time finds but one irrational, irrelevant answer.

But saying it out loud is too difficult, so Lafay says, “Isn’t it obvious?”


The next day Gaston says, “What have I done to deserve this?” quickly and bemusedly.

“You turned the entire town against an innocent man-!”

“No,” Gaston interrupts. “Not- Not this,” he gestures to himself. And then to Lafay. “You. What have I done to deserve being saved and cared for by you?”

Lafay’s heart stops. He expected Gaston to thrash and yell, maybe even run back to the village to finish the job he’d started. It’s he monster he became. Lafay wouldn’t be surprised. He never expected Gaston to receive and welcome help.


“And don’t start with the cryptic responses, Lefou. It isn’t obvious and I don’t understand. All that I know is I was commanding an army and protecting our village one minute- and the next something happened. Now I’m here.

"I’ve obviously done something wrong,” Gaston finishes. “I only wish I knew what it was, and how things turned out the way they did.”

Lafay nears the bed and habitually grasps Gaston’s shoulder. He wanted to reassure him. He wanted to cheer him up. But he couldn’t, because he didn’t know who Gaston was anymore. Was Gaston the same man who fought wars with him, defended the weak? Was Gaston the same man who tried to kill the father of a woman he claimed to love?

Was Gaston the same man who left Lafay to die in the castle?

“Gaston…” Lafay starts. “Tell me honestly why you attacked The Beast that night.”

And Gaston replies, “To save Belle-”

“No,” Lafay stops him. “Tell me why.”

There’s a breath of silence.

“I-” Gaston stops.

“Because I think- I want to think and hope to think- it’s because you were scared,” Lafay starts rambling. “None of us had ever seen magic like that before. Tell me you were just confused and scared and you wouldn’t have hurt anyone if you were yourself.”

Lafay stops. Then, says, “Tell me that you left me because you were not yourself.”

“Lefou,” Gaston says pleadingly, “I regret that more than I regret anything I’ve ever done.”

Lafay laughs brokenheartedly, massaging his shoulder more aggressively. “Gaston we both know regret isn’t something you identify with-”

“You’re wrong,” Gaston says. “I know I haven’t much experience in the past, but any word said to mean regret is nothing without accommodation for how I feel knowing I betrayed you-

"And for what? A stupid girl. I don’t care about Belle. I know that now. I don’t think I ever cared about her. I wanted something to be an example of- an example of what it is to be normal. Because what I want isn’t.

"Lefou,” Gaston stresses. “what I want isn’t normal.”

Lafay’s heart stops with each syllable, hands slowing until they rest softly on Gaston’s collarbone. Gaston can’t be saying what Lafay thinks he’s saying.

“Forgive me if I am misreading this, but I want you, not Belle.”

He is.

Lafay suddenly can’t breathe. In a thousand varieties he’s heard those words, mumbled in the abyss of dreams and the shroud of fabricated memories, but never so clear and real as now. And he doesn’t know what to say.

Time stops, and Lafay forces air in and out of his lungs like factory work.

“I- Of course- Yes. I mean, no, you’re not misreading anything I just-”

“Lefou,” Gaston reaches out with one hand, twisting the fabric of his shirt and dragging his body weight down onto his own.

And they kiss.


‘  let’s celebrate and remember a year in the life of friends.  ’
‘  remember the love.  ’

‘  real life is getting more like fiction each day.  ’
‘  where is the power?  ’
‘  we’re hungry and frozen.  ’
‘  some life that we’ve chosen.  ’
‘  how can you generate heat when you can’t feel your feet and they’re turning blue.  ’
‘  on every street it’s ‘trick or treat’ and tonight it’s ‘trick.’  ’
‘  welcome back to town.  ’
‘  oh, i should lie down.  ’
‘  everything is brown and uh-oh, i feel sick.  ’
‘  we’re not gonna pay rent.  ’

‘  hey, you bum. get your ass off that range rover.  ’
‘  what happened to (name)? what happened to their heart and the ideals he once pursued?  ’
‘  you’re wasting your time.  ’
‘  you broke your word – this is absurd.  ’
‘  that boy could use some prozac.  ’

‘  what’d you forget?  ’
‘  got a light?  ’
‘  you’re shivering.  ’
‘  they turned off my heat.  ’
‘  i’m just a little weak on my feet.  ’
‘  would you light my candle?  ’
‘  what are you staring at?  ’
‘  i always remind people of – who is she?  ’
‘  i think that i dropped my stash.  ’
‘  i know i’ve seen you out and about when i used to go out.  ’
‘  they say that i have the best ass below 14th street. is it true?  ’
‘  i didn’t recognize you without the handcuffs.  ’
‘  i’m just born to be bad.  ’
‘  our eyes will adjust. thank god for the moon.  ’

‘  today for you – tomorrow for me.  ’
‘  you earned this on the street?  ’
‘  darling, be a dear, i haven’t slept for a year.  ’
‘  i need your help to make my neighbor’s yappy dog disappear.  ’
‘  but sure as i am here that dog is now in doggy hell.  ’

‘  this is weird.  ’
‘  fuckin’ weird.  ’
‘  i’m so mad that i don’t know what to do.  ’
‘  feel like going insane? got a fire in your brain and you’re thinking of drinking gasoline?  ’
‘  honey, i know this act.  ’
‘  it’s a dark, dizzy merry-go-round.  ’
‘  as she keeps you dangling, your heart she is mangling.  ’
‘  it’s different with me.  ’
‘  her cold eyes can burn.  ’
‘  has she ever pouted her lips and called you pookie?  ’
‘  have you ever doubted a kiss or two?  ’
‘  this is spooky.  ’
‘  did you swoon when she walked through the door?  ’
‘  where’d you learn to tango?  ’
‘  you pretend to believe her cause in the end you can’t leave her.  ’

‘  i find some of what you teach suspect because i’m used to relying on intellect.  ’
‘  i try to open up to what i don’t know.  ’
‘  reason says i should have died three years ago.  ’
‘  there’s only us. there’s only this.  ’
‘  forget regret or life is yours to miss.  ’
‘  no other road, no other way. no day but today.  ’

‘  it’s gotta be close to midnight.  ’
‘  my body’s talking to me, it says ‘time for danger.’  ’
‘  i wanna commit a crime, wanna be the cause of a fight.  ’
‘  i wanna put on a tight skirt and flirt with a stranger.  ’
‘  i’ve had a knack from way back at breaking the rules once a i learn the game.  ’
‘  we don’t need any money. i always get in for free.  ’
‘  let’s go out tonight.  ’
‘  in the evening, i’ve got to roam.  ’
‘  let’s find a bar, so dark we forget how we are and all the scars from nevers and maybes die.  ’

‘  who do you think you are?  ’
‘  little girl, the door is that way.  ’
‘  your sweet whisper, i just can’t handle.  ’
‘  i should tell you, i should tell you – no!  ’
‘  another time, another place, our temperature would rise, there’d be a warm in brace.  ’
‘  looking for romance? come back another day.  ’
‘  the heart may freeze or it can burn.  ’
‘  the pain will ease if i could learn.  ’
‘  there is no future. there is no past. i live in this moment as my last.  ’
‘  excuse me if i’m off track.  ’
‘  if your so wise then tell me, why do you need smack?  ’
‘  long ago, you might’ve lit up my heart, but the fire’s dead – ain’t ever gonna start.  ’

‘  live in my house, i’ll be your shelter.  ’
‘  just pay me back with a thousand kisses.  ’
‘  be my lover and i’ll cover you.  ’
‘  don’t got much baggage to lay at your feet, but sweet kisses i’ve got to spare.  ’
‘  i think they meant it when they said you can’t buy love.  ’
‘  you are my love, on life. be my life.  ’
‘  you’ll be my king and i’ll be your castle.  ’
‘  you’ll be my queen and i’ll be your moat.  ’
‘  a new lease you are my love on life, all my life.  ’
‘  i’ve longed to discover something as true as this.  ’
‘  with a thousand kisses, i’ll cover you.  ’

‘  out of the abyss walked a cow, elsie. i asked if she had anything to drink, she said, ‘i’m forbidden to produce milk. in cyberland, we only drink diet coke.’  ’
‘  the only thing to do is jump over the moon.  ’
‘  they’ve closed everything real down.  ’
‘  i gotta get out of here!  ’
‘  i gotta get out of here! it’s like being tied to the hood of a yellow rental truck, being packed in with fertilizer and fuel oil, pushed over a cliff by a suicidal mickey mouse.  ’
‘  and although he once had principals, he abandoned them.  ’
‘  maybe it’s a… female thing.  ’
‘  moo with me!  ’

‘  what am i? just a blur?  ’
‘  go to hell.  ’
‘  i’m surprised a bright and charming girl like you hangs out with these slackers.  ’
‘  do you really want a neighborhood where people piss on your stoop every night?  ’
‘  dearly beloved, we gather here to say our goodbyes.  ’
‘  to being an us for once, instead of a them.  ’
‘  hey mister, she’s my sister.  ’
‘  dorothy and toto went over the rainbow to blow off auntie em.  ’

‘  i should tell you i’m a disaster.  ’
‘  let’s just make this part go faster – i have yet to be in it.  ’
‘  i should tell you i blew the candle out just to get back in.  ’
‘  i’d forgotten how to smile until your candle burned my skin.  ’

‘  you were flirting with the woman in rubber!  ’
‘  there will always be women in rubber flirting with me. give me a break!  ’
‘  every single day i walk down the street, i hear people say ‘baby, so sweet.’  ’
‘  ever since puberty everybody stares at me. boys, girls – i can’t help it, baby.  ’
‘  be kind and don’t lose your mind.  ’
‘  just remember that i’m your baby.  ’
‘  take me for what i am, who i was meant to be.  ’
‘  take me baby, or leave me.  ’
‘  this diva needs her stage!  ’
‘  baby, let’s have fun.  ’
‘  you are the one i choose. folks will kill to fill your shoes.  ’
‘  so be mine, but don’t waste my time.  ’
‘  oh honey bear, are you still my baby?  ’
‘  no way can i be what i’m not, but hey, don’t you want your girl hot?!  ’
‘  don’t fight, don’t lose your head.  ’
‘  every night, who’s in your bed?  ’
‘  kiss pookie.  ’
‘  it won’t work!  ’
‘  i hate mess, but i love you.  ’
‘  so be wise cause this girl satisfies.  ’
‘  you’re one lucky baby.  ’
‘  take me for what i am.  ’
‘  that’s it – the straw that breaks my back.  ’
‘  i quit unless you take it back.  ’
‘  women, what is it about them? can’t live with them or without them.  ’
‘  guess i’m leaving. i’m gone.  ’

‘  i die without you.  ’
‘  but i know blue, only blue, lonely blue, within me blue.  ’
‘  the mind churns, the heart yearns.  ’
‘  life goes on, but i’m gone.  ’

‘  it’s true your with this yuppy scum?  ’
‘  you said you’d never speak to him again.  ’
‘  who said you have any say in who she says things to at all?  ’
‘  who said you should stick your nose in other people’s business?  ’
‘  who said i was talking to you?  ’
‘  we used to have this fight each night – she’d never admit i existed.  ’
‘  he was always run away, hit the road, don’t commit. you’re full of shit!  ’
‘  your full of shit!  ’
‘  you gave an inch when i gave a mile  ’
‘  c’mon guys, chill!  ’
‘  i’d be happy to die for a taste of what they had: someone to live for, unafraid to say i love you.  ’
‘  all your words are nice, but love’s not a three-way street.  ’
‘  love’s not a three-way street.  ’
‘  you’ll never share real love until you love yourself.  ’
‘  you said you’d be cool today, so please, for my sake…  ’
‘  i can’t believe this is goodbye.  ’
‘  how could you let her go?  ’
‘  are you insane? there’s so much to care about.  ’
‘  who are you to tell me what i know?  ’
‘  you hid in your work from facing your failure, facing your loneliness, facing the fact you live a lie.  ’
‘  you’re always preaching not to be numb when that’s how you thrive.  ’
‘  you pretend to create and observe when you really detach from being alive.  ’
‘  are you really jealous?  ’
‘  she’s running out of time and you’re running out the door.  ’
‘  for someone who’s always been let down, who’s heading out of town?  ’
‘  i’ll call.  ’
‘  i hate the fall.  ’
‘  you heard?  ’
‘  you don’t want baggage without life time guarantees. you don’t wanna see me die?  ’
‘  i just came to say goodbye love.  ’
‘  please don’t touch me, understand i’m scared.  ’

‘  your eyes as we said our goodbyes – i can’t get them out of my mind.  ’
‘  i find i can’t hide from your eyes, the ones that took me by surprise, the night you came into my life.  ’
‘  there’s moonlight i see in your eyes.  ’
‘  how’d i let you slip away when i’m longing so to hold you?  ’
‘  now i’d die for one more day ‘cause there’s something i should have told you.  ’
‘  why does distance make us wise?  ’
‘  i should tell you i have always loved you.  ’
‘  i should tell you i have always loved you. you can see it in my eyes.  ’

got it from this but i feel like suga’s more likely to do this than daichi actually he has a potato shirt and likes puns pLEASE don’t tell me he’ll let the opportunity to do this pass bcos hE WILL DO IT no matter the cost #REST IN PIECES DAICHI

Dominic Sherwood also known as Matthew Daddario’s #1 stan and the sweetest angel on Earth. (x)

  • Someone: *ships something I don't ship*
  • Me: That's awesome, man. Good for you.
  • Someone: *proceeds to bash and ridicule other ships*
  • Me: What the heck, man! Not effing cool!

anonymous asked:

If you think anything Malia Tate, who is abusive, rude, and violent, is funny, then you're fucking retarded and should have been aborted when your mother had a chance. Then again, you think stalia is a good ship, and she raped Stiles. So you're obviously a dumb piece of shit who should choke.

Considering in my life I am trained first aider who has helped people at my school, college during seizures as I suffered from the condition during my childhood, so I wanted to be able to help people with it. I’ve won an honorary award at the age of eleven for helping a chinese boy settle into a english speaking school, he sadly passed away two years later of cancer and since then I have been raising money for charities. I also lost another friend to cancer, 

So yeah, some people’s lives might have been different if my Mum and Dad has chosen to abort me, but they wouldn’t have, because I was planned, thanks!  But hey, I get it just because I love Malia Tate and Shelley Hennig I deserve to not have lived. You have the audacity to send me a anon telling me for one, I shouldn’t have been born and that I’m a dumb piece of shit that should choke for loving a fictional character; people like you would rather tell someone they want them dead for having different views. I’m not even on a level to tell anyone to choke and die, even you.

Onto what you came for:

First Malia Tate DID NOT rape Stiles. No seriously, we already know that Void who buried so deep that Stiles is in control at that very moment in time! This is confirmed when we see Stiles and Malia are tied up by Oliver; the Nogitsune had to bargain Malia’s life to get Stiles to let him in! So Stiles was in full control at that moment! Not like the strdia panic attack kiss should have never ever happened, at least Stiles kissed Malia back, man.

Rape is one-sided, meaning Malia would have to be pinning Stiles down and he would have to be telling her not to. That’s rape and it’s horrible to even compare this the experience of rape.

Stiles ask for more?? And asks for Malia’s permission (unlike when he never listens to Lydia saying, “no.”)


And does this

*sarcasm* Yeah this boy really doesn’t want to do this! He’ll regret it.

Malia punched Stiles. Yes, however she didn’t know him, she’s still trying to get used to human life and she still regretted the death of her sister and her mother, so she didn’t like that the pack at brought her back! Afterwards, she never hurt someone unless they were evil, so protects them. She said she would eat Lydia. yes, but SHE IS LEARNING then, she still thinks the rules of the animal kingdom still apply to her, she understands a few episodes later that she should appreciate all of her friends; she connected to Stiles first, but by the end of season we know he wants everyone to be safe. - “I’m worried about everyone.” - 4x12. 

I found a gif to explain why you should just let us love what we love and basically leave us alone, I love Malia - I love Stalia. Deal with it.

Originally posted by againstthecurrxnt

Also this ain’t my anti account!!!!! 

Gif Credit http://dailystalia.tumblr.com

You're Not Your Sister

12. “You came back into my life for a reason.” 17. “We were in love once that just doesn’t go away!”

He had his hand in the back pocket of her jeans as they walked, she was pretty.. for all intensive purposes. And maybe y/n would’ve been a bit jealous if her twin didn’t always tell her their beauty could bring any man to their knees.

Even though they were twins, y/n was three minutes after, and Katherine always taught her every single thing there was to know about life, about men, and about how to solve problems. But her sister, being burnt somewhere in a tunnel in mystic falls, couldn’t help with this one.

Pushing off the building, she followed them to the little bar they entered, y/n shocked she was even of age to drink. With how she looked all about twelve. And as for him, in his new body, she could hardly say she was shocked. He did love youth and all it had to offer, but she knew he wasn’t as happy in that body as he was his old one. Kol was a man of vanity. And even if he was in the body of a quarter back looking man, he probably thought it was nothing like the good looks of his original body.

She sat far enough back where she could see them but they couldn’t see her. They had met back when Katherine was the key to everything, breaking Klaus’s curse, when Elijah acted as the noble one, while Y/n had fallen into falling in love with the youngest Mikaelson boy. Klaus claimed digging her nails into him, but funnily enough it was him for the reason they broke up. Y/n was just like her sister, stringing two boys along with or without them knowing.

She liked Kol sure, liked him a bit more than she liked Klaus. But she wasn’t about to give up the chance to tease and leave Klaus utterly humiliated for chasing after her sister like some dog. She was sure to leave Elijah daggered to a wall for that one as well, all while leaving the poor little Mikaelson broken hearted while she ran with her sister.

The only one Katherine never left behind. But she didn’t have to, y/n ran with her not behind her.

God she missed her


“Would you like something to drink miss?” Y/n looked up at the waiter with a smile “actually can you just give that… boy over there a message for me?” He looked quizzical but nodded, grabbing the folded napkin from her and walked toward the youngest Mikaelson.

She smiled as the waiter pointed over to her, smiling and waving as Davina looked over at her, a glare sparking up. Blowing a kiss to Kol as he turned, eyes wide before she took off.

Back at her hotel she knew Klaus and his dogs were trying to smell her out. Could feel it in her bones. It was only a matter of time.

If there was anything she learned from her sister it was to not answer the door when being followed. Don’t go out on balconies. Stay put. They couldn’t get in her room without permission. And she had made sure the owner was in safe keeping. Gagged and tied in her bathtub.

The thing was she did love Kol more than Klaus. Klaus was just a distraction, she was trying to be too much like her sister. Finding a fierce lover who was much too rough. She just used him to get back at him for putting her sister through hell. She preferred Kol. When they spent nights together he was warm and caring and attentive.

Whereas with Klaus it was caring but it was also a rush and plenty of bruises the next day, nights filled with the glowing of his hybrid eyes and bites scattered along their bodies. Don’t get her wrong it was consensual, every part of it. But she wasn’t like her sister. She wanted someone stable, someone to love and love her.

Her phone beeped and she smiled “hello?” “Where are you?” She laughed “wow, so you’re actually dealing with me? I would’ve pegged you for letting Nik throw me somewhere in a dungeon and locking me away.” Crossing her legs she bit her finger as she listened to him breathing hard “yeah well reckon you’d like that wouldn’t you.” “Awh.”

Pouting her lips she smiled “you know you were my favourite, don’t pout we both know Nik was a means to an end, nothing more than getting back at him for what he did to my sister. You were the one I loved.” She smiled as he cleared his throat and said “meet me at Rousseau’s in an hour.” She scoffed “why so I can be bombarded by your brothers? Thanks I’ll pass. Meet me at my hotel room or no dice.” Sighing he gave in and she smiled telling him her room number before hanging up.


She had just finished polishing her lips with a red lippie when the door knocked, swinging it open she smiled “hello darling..” she snickered at his used sentiment before he barged in “no time for games, what’re you doing here y/n?” She shut the door and turned with a smile “you’re always one for games aren’t you?” He looked reserved, standing by the window, looking at her with guarded shutters over his eyes. She sighed as he said “no games, you came back into my life for a reason, you’re not your sister y/n you don’t have to put on this show.” She sighed throwing her hands down “fine. I came back for you. To see you, isn’t that what we both wanted?” She walked closer to him, carefully putting a hand on his chest, smiling as he allowed her that much “after Katherine told me Elena and Jeremy killed you, she didn’t want me anywhere in Mystic Falls, I just wanted to see you again.”

He nodded, eyes looking over her as she whispered “I meant it, when I told you all those years ago what.. why I slept with him. It was just what he did to Katherine, it had nothing to do with you and I. I mean it now, please, believe me. I would never cheat on you, I love you.” He looked over her face before dropping her hand walking away from her, she locked her lips, tears swelling.

“Y/n I… I don’t know, why should I believe you? With everything that happened with us. I loved you, I cared about you and I thought the nights we spent together meant something-” “they did! They do!” She pleaded with him to stay and he frowned “so you slept with him because my brothers went after your sister.” She nodded “yes I’ve told you a million times, I was NEVER in love with him, I never cared about him like I love you.” His hand swiped against hers and she smiled, faultering when he whispered “that makes you just like her, cold, callous, you didn’t care about anyone but yourself.” He made to stand up, opening the door when she yelled “I cared about my family! My sister! The only person I had left in my life! You’ve never done anything like that for your family?” Her voice broke at the end and he closed his eyes, “but if you leave you’re denying what we had, you’re denying how you STILL feel about me! I saw you with her at the bar, you don’t hate me you would’ve sent me a nasty look if you did. We were in love once that just doesn’t go away! You would’ve yelled at me now!”

She cut off with a shriek as the door slammed and he walked toward her, cupping her face and ducking down, crashing his lips to hers, his thumb tipping her chin up, other hand running down her side carefully, almost as if he were afraid he would get burned again. She took his hand sliding it to her hip, him squeezing it gently.

His lips left hers as he whispered “I never hated you.. blimey, could never hate you love. Loved you too much.” She laughed against his lips, “I’m glad. I’m so sorry.” He shook his head, kissing her lips again “nuff of tha’” he pressed her lips against his quickly, his lips drifting across her cheek, leaving quick pecks against her cheek that made her giggle.

his lips curving in a smile against her cheek before he pulled at her jacket, letting it fall and moving her hair to the side, mouth grazing her jaw, while she smiled.

His scruff tickled against her skin, his lips leaving bold open mouthed kisses against her neck, sucking what would be a hickey against her neck, but he smiled as he watched it heal.

As he continued his abuse on her neck she laughed as his whisper “you smell so good.” Her nodding, eyes blissfully closed as his teeth scraped along her neck, nipping at her jaw before he pulled at the buttons on her blouse and her hands gripped his back. “S’ all part of my plan.” His smile trailed down her chest, across her cleavage “yeah? Seduce me into your room?” She smiled as his hands found the clasp on her bra and she nodded “mmmmmhmmm just like that you’re mine.” She whined as he rid her of her bra, his eyes darting up “wha’s it?” She plucked at his button down “you’re not nearly enough nude as I am.” He smiled helping as she picked at each button before kissing across his chest, biting softly against his shoulder, smiling as his lips pressed to her collarbone, hands scratching against her back. “Lemme look at you.” Pulling away she smiled as he cupped her cheek, thumb swiping against her lips, eyes dilating as she took his thumb in her mouth, letting go with a pop and a laugh as he threw her in bed, a fight to get each other naked first. She shoved his jeans and boxers down with her feet as he plucked he button of her jeans off, pressing a kiss against her hip and tearing at her underwear with it and smiling at her shriek as he bit her hip.

She knew it was quick and fast sleeping together, they’d only known the other was alive for a mere day. But loves intense and spiraling and with his lips on her sternum and her legs wrapped around his body she didn’t give a damn. Her eyes were closed as his mouth pressed into her shoulder, trailing kiss after kiss as he made love to her, it was everything she remembered as well as everything she didn’t know about or felt.

Hours passed and they had dozed in and out of sleep, him with her lips against his neck, her with him wrapping his arms around her from behind. And even with her propped up, watching as he snored peacefully. He was really quite beautiful, even in this body. She smiled, tracing his nose with her index finger, pressing light kisses against his cheek, smiling as he groaned dramatically “woman! Can’t let me sleep!” “Think we’ve been away from each other long enough! Shouldn’t you be worshipping me and I kissing all over your body?” She slapped his arm as he smirked waggling his brows “think we’ve already done tha’” wincing with a smile as she slapped, “m'serious..” she got closer to his face until they were nose to nose, shrieking as he pressed his lips to hers. “Babe..” he raised his brows “do you… do you miss being in your body?” He sighed, rubbing his thumb along her cheek “I do.. but I can still be with you right? And my family.” She smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest and teased “plus the good looks don’t hurt.” He smiled, cheeks blushing “you like this body yeah? Does things for you?” She laughed “but your old body did much more my love.” He smiled, “I love you.” She nodded nuzzling against his cheek, pressing half hazard kisses “I love you too. Thank you for forgiving me.”


Star child

Blood on my jeans.

This morning, Tuesday the 24th of February, I pulled my car into a spot in the commuter parking lot at school. I grabbed my things and began to walk towards the buses. A single line began forming, about 30 people long. I began listening to my ipod (yes, I still listen to music on an ipod instead of my phone) while I waited on line for the bus. Suddenly I heard a very loud slap through my music. I turned around to find a older man, maybe about late 60’s early 70’s, lying face down on the concrete. The loud slap I heard was his face and body hitting the ground. A group of students and myself ran over to the man. He was faintly moaning, having difficulty breathing, and wasn’t responsive. My initial thought was that he was having a seizure. We rolled him over on his side and thats where I saw that some of his teeth were shattered and his nose was bleeding. The surrounding students called 911 as we held him on his side. The man had been wearing a black winter hat when he fell and suddenly someone pointed out that blood was dripping from it. We took the hat off to reveal a large gash in his head. At that moment I realized he wasn’t breathing. I don’t know CPR, so I immediately started shouting at the increasing line of people if anyone knew CPR. I shouted a few times and finally small group of people ran over and a girl immediately jumped on and began performing CPR. She was able to get the man to start breathing again. His breaths were shallow and rough and he was choking on something. Another stranger yelled out turn him on his side again. When we did thats when we realized that he was choking on his own vomit. We were able to stabilize the man for a few moments, until he stopped breathing again. Another stranger, a girl, took this round of CPR. While CPR was being performed, another stranger, a man, reached his hand into the incapacitated mans mouth and pulled out his tongue to reveal more vomit shooting up. He stabilized for another moment and again stopped breathing. This went on for at least twenty minutes as we waited for help to arrive. The ambulance eventually arrived and they carted him off on a gurney while still performing CPR.

I really don’t believe the man made it. But I don’t know for sure. I attempted calling the police station and the hospital, but nobody would give me any information. You can call me pessimistic, but the situation didn’t look very bright. Forty minutes of CPR is not a good sign. I don’t know what caused him to collapse, I’m thinking possibly a stroke or a seizure. 

I ended up getting blood on my jeans in the process of all this. And as I stare at it now I can’t get this image of the the mans hat laying next to the blood stain in the road out of my head. I’m supposed to study for an exam, but I can’t focus. 

 I didn’t tell this story so you would think I’m a hero, because I’m not. I wasnt able to catch anybodys name, so I told this story to honor the strangers who REALLY helped. The people who stood out, but will eventually fade back into the chaos of the everyday. I’m kicking myself hard because I don’t know CPR, but I am currently searching for classes I can take immediately. It’s such a powerful tool and I firmly believe everyone should know how to perform it. 

Thank you for reading my story. Go tell someone you love them.