I know. You are always afraid not of staying, but of what would happen if you stayed. You grew up learning that attachment gets you killed. You emerged from your mother’s womb only to discover firsthand the meaning of abandonment. You think I don’t notice the way your fingers tremble when you hold me in your arms. How you can grip a sword instinctively but touch me like I am made of glass, of smoke. You think I closed my eyes when I said I love you. I love you. I love you. I hear it in your heartbeat. Even as you tell me, please, leaving is all I know— it hammers wildly, thumps the way prey runs from predator.
What I need you to know is not staying. It’s that I saw everything and loved you anyway. If your hands shake I will hold them steady. If you need to be reminded I am real I will let you press your fingertips against my pulse, run your palms along my shoulders, kiss me like I am water and you have been parched all your life. If home has only ever been a series of temporary houses and rooftops, let me be the one to teach you permanence.
I know. In the mirror, all you see is a weapon made flesh. What I am saying is that I will be your scabbard. You do not need to know staying. After all, you already know how to come back.
this poem was written for Saizo (from SLBP) because I love Saizo a lot and have no self-control when it comes to him. I hope you like it! please leave comments if you have thoughts on it (and constructive criticism if any) ♡ also, annoyingly enough, tumblr mobile likes to mess around with the formatting of my poems ha ha thx so click here if you’d like to see it on google docs!!
(note: this is my main blog. @kujotaiqa is my side blog / I’m that one girl who keeps posting Saizo things in the tag haha. do check out my other writing if you liked this piece!)
May I ask where you're located at? And how do your bees do during the winter months?
I’m currently in the good ol’ down south territory known best as Alabama! Central ‘Bamma to be exactish. And I personally have yet to fill my hives, but all of my local keepers have had consistent losses of about 1/3 of their hives over each winter. They of course build it back up through the summer, but there are always losses.
Except for one keeper…
I only know him as “the all-natural keeper.”
He keeps small-cell bees and they are for all intents and purposes invincible.
There are two ways to get warm on a cold winter day: build a fire, which warms everyone else in the room as well; or wrap yourself in furs, which conserves your own warmth but does not generate any heat or warm anyone else. Thus chassidim would refer to a righteous person whose only concern is with his own righteousness as “a tzaddik in a fur coat.”
Summer might be coming to an end, but the hottest songs of the year are still booming out of the radio. A lot of the songs have a distinct ‘island-vibe’ mixed with sweet beats. But what makes songs special? How are they called? But the the real question is - “Where can I find more of them?” We’ve got all your answers!
Hi! Can anyone explain what shrinkyclinks, shrunkyclunks and all the other variations are?? I get a bit lost!
ShrinkyClinks is for Pre-Serum Steve (because he’s shrinky) and Winter Soldier Bucky (because the arm is clinky).
ShrunkyClunks is for modern, unenhanced Bucky (who’s shrunk in comparison to the winter soldier build) and Captain America Steve (because the shield is clunky).
Then there’s two more variations that don’t really have a ship name:
Modern!Skinny!Steve where we keep fics that feature a Pre-Serum Steve in combination with a modern Bucky, enhanced or no (for example, a combat vet with the metal arm or other prostetic or who was experimented on as a POW).
The last variation, a modern no powers Post-Serum Steve to go with a modern Bucky, enhanced or no, gets tagged under Modern AU.
Many thanks to @momomikoko who has provided me with a synopsis of Kamen Rider Ex-Aid The Movie: True Ending. They admitted that English was not their first language, so I cleaned it up. Keep in mind this is a synopsis, so there are of course going to be spoilers. (UPDATE: Additional clarification by
Imagine a pocket-sized you getting inspired by the famous Disney movie Frozen and wanting to make your own Olaf. Standing outside in the freshly-coated yard bundled up head from toe, you stare back at the snowman, who is the same height as you, in its button eyes and place the baby carrot where its nose is supposed to go. The snow crunches under your boots as you step back and smile at your pocket-sized Olaf. He smiles at you with his square teeth (you used a square-shaped piece of gum), and with a satisfied sigh, you turn around to tell Namjoon and Hoseok you’re ready to go inside, but you stop yourself. Hoseok holds Namjoon’s hands in his and have them close to his mouth blowing on them to get them warm because Namjoon forgot his gloves (he didn’t think you’d be out in the cold this long). Clearing your throat while gaining their attention, Namjoon pulls his hands away from Hoseok’s embarrassed. Acting like nothing happened, Namjoon asks if you’re ready to go inside. Biting your lip to keep from smiling, you nod your head.
They hide paint spatters and soot stains under crisp white doctors coats. They’re in pediatrics, radiology, cardiology, the operating room, the candy strippers and med students and elderly health givers. Their smile is like a beam of sunlight on the frozen ground, warming and kind. Some have old tombs with faded, tea-stained pages handed down the line while others house sleek new textbooks in a digital space. They go out in March, searching the frozen ground for sprigs of flowers to offer. If you’re lucky enough to live in Japan or Washington D.C, they always host a huge hanami to bring friends and family alike into the celebration of Spring’s return. But they don’t just sit around during the silence of Winter; they build with yarn needles, wood sanders and fire, the forges of yesteryear replaced with one with no physical form. Stunning quilts and dolls, costumes for cosplay conventions or the Renaissance Fair, beautiful poems in free verse, haiku, limerick and couplet forms, replicas of swords at a fraction of the weight. All this and more springs from their fingertips and minds as they wait.
They wait and wait. Because She will surely come back to pull color from the frozen ground and weave it into their hair.