words cannot express my love for you

A sudden love

My breath hitches in my throat
at the mere sight of your beauty.
Your hair, holding a beautiful gold,
and seeming to shimmer in the sunlight

I find myself at a loss of words,
For what can be said?
Words cannot capture
the beauty that is you

Your eyes, green and grey,
sparkle richly in the moonlight,
And all I can do is blush,
words dying at my lips,
to be forever unspoken.
I cannot find the words to express your beauty,
and I am left utterly broken,

Broken, for I cannot find it within me
to utter the words that have seemed to capture me,
How can one say that one has fallen in love
at a mere glance,
as if it was meant to be

A glance is all it took.
Isn’t that what the stories have forsaken?
I used to believe it was but a myth,
something that only happened in stories,
Yet upon the first glance of your smiling face,
I was left instantly smitten.


7•2•17 | 53/100 days of productivity

New study space and I am in love. Hardwood table! So much space! So much natural light! What more could a girl ask for?

🎧: Nightcall: London Grammar

I’ve never been good at expressing my feelings. I hate confrontation, and fear making someone, especially you, mad. You whisper in my ear every night, ‘I’m always here for you.’ I trust you, and that’s a big thing for me. It’s not easy though, to just say how I feel. I fall way too hard and fast. I love too easily. One day, you’ll be like the rest. One day you’ll realize, I’m not easy to love. I take my feelings I cannot express, and take it out on you. I get so frustrated with my mess of emotions and thoughts, I get upset by the smallest thing. It sets me off. I take you always being here for me for granted, because I say stuff you don’t wanna here. Fuck, I just want to express my feelings for you, and with you. I’m sorry it’s so hard. I’m sorry you’re going to get tired of it too.
—  One Day // MB
I am in love with words. Some cannot comprehend this, and thus chastise my adoration, the necessity for me to express with language. They insist that I am full of empty syllables and spewing strings of letters to resist feeling altogether. I asked them, ‘What if you felt so intensely that you would find any way to turn the carbon monoxide choking your heart into the oxygen keeping yourself alive?’ Words are not resistance. They are survival.

anonymous asked:

Can I pretty pretty please see a feverishly delusional Lance stuck in bed and missing breakfast? Then Keith going down to check on him and Lance just groggily looking up at him and saying things like "You're really pretty, Keith." "Is bang you in a heartbeat if you'd let me." And when the others come in, Keith just turns to them in fear and says, "Oh my god, he's lost his mind."

Words cannot express how much I love this prompt.

When the his alarm goes off in the morning, Lance feels unusually tired and sluggish. Opening his eyes is difficult; his eyelids feel like they’ve been weighed down with stones. Eventually he manages to pry his eyes open and reach over to turn off his alarm. Every movement is slow and clumsy-the world feels like it’s moving in slow motion.

Now that he’s a little more aware, Lance realizes that something must be wrong with the heating system on the ship. It’s the only explanation for why his skin feels like it’s on fire, and his hair is plastered to his skin with sweat. Groaning, Lance reaches down, feeling around with his fingertips for the edge of the blanket and tossing it off of him. The instant rush of cool he feels allows him to breathe a sigh of relief.

The blanket ends up in a heap on the floor, but Lance is willing to clean it up later if it means that he doesn’t have to boil alive. Speaking of getting up, he should probably head to breakfast now. Slowly, carefully he levers himself into a sitting position, pausing for a moment to let his spinning head and churning stomach settle.

Pushing himself to his feet proves to be his undoing. Lance wobbles for a moment, briefly hopeful that he’s going to make it, before he’s overcome with dizziness and falls back onto the bed. He curls into a tight ball, trying to stop the room from spinning and his head from pounding. He’ll be fine-he just needs a few minutes. It’s probably just low blood sugar or something like that, and it’ll clear up as soon as he has breakfast.

He doesn’t even notice when he falls asleep.

Keith scowls as he stands outside the door to Lance’s room. Of course the slacker is running late. The others had been worried when Lance hadn’t showed up at breakfast, but Keith had just rolled his eyes, figuring that the blue palladin had just overslept. He’d volunteered to go fetch Lance-not because he was worried, but so he could give him a lecture for being lazy.

“Lance?” Keith calls, knocking on the door again. Still no answer. Grumbling under his breath, Keith decides to just open the door and go in. If Lance wanted privacy, he would show up on time.

He shoves the door open, calling Lance’s name again and sighing heavily. This is not how he wanted to spend his morning.

He stops in his tracks when he spots Lance. The blue palladin is sprawled out on his bed, a deep red fever blush painting his cheeks. The rest of his face is deathly pale.

Keith curses, kneeling by the bed. He shakes Lance’s shoulders gently. “Lance? Are you okay?” He presses a hand to Lance’s cheeks and forehead, wincing at the heat that he finds.

Lance slowly cracks his eyes open. “Heya Keith,” he slurs tiredly. His eyes are glassy and dazed.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” Keith says in relief. “Listen, you’re running a really high fever. We need to get you to the medical bay.”

Lance doesn’t seem to be listening, just shoots Keith a crooked smile. “You’re really pretty, Keith. Especially when you’re worried.”

“What?” is all that Keith manages to sputter out. But Lance isn’t done yet.

“I’d bang you in a heartbeat if you’d let me,” Lance says seriously, letting his eyes fall closed again.

Keith can’t even come up with any words to respond. He’s pretty sure that his brain has short-circuited.

After Keith has been gone for quite a while, with no sign of either the blue or red palladins, Pidge gets impatient. “What is taking those boys so long?” she asks irritably, standing up. “I’m going to go see what they’re up to.”

Hunk and Shiro voice their concerns as well, and the three of them make their way over to Lance’s room, where Keith had been going before. Finding the door open, they peek in.

It’s certainly an odd scene: Lance is lying on the bed, looking deathly ill, while a dazed-looking Keith crouches next to him.

“Keith? What’s going on?” Shiro asks tentatively.

Keith turns to face them, his face full of confusion. “Oh my god, he’s lost his mind,” he whispers hoarsely. “He’s saying the strangest things.”

possessive pharaoh  : ahkmenrah x reader

It was a chill night at the museum and everyone was doing there own thing. A soccer match was taking place, Larry and Nick were playing fetch with Rexy and you decided to show Jed and Octavius the ins and outs of facebook with your profile as an example.

“So if you click here on photos you can ‘creep’ through pictures people have taken over the years.”

“this term creep, does not signify that I myself am a creep does it?” Octavius asked whole heartily.

You couldn’t help but giggle with how concerned he was. “No oct, doesn’t mean you are an actual creep.”

You decided to show them some pictures of your profile since they asked. A picture of you in a bikini popped up.

“woah woah woah, that’s you!” Jed said surprised.

You blushed a little nodding.

“wooo wee Ahky, you’ve got yourself one mighty fine babe!” Jed called as you noticed Ahkmenrah walking towards you three to stand behind the computer.

“tell me something I don’t know.” He smirked coming up behind you to plant a kiss on your cheek. You giggled turning away from him but immediately turned back to look into his soft eyes.

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to the boy i will marry someday,

thank you for your patience & endless amount of support. thank you for being around as i go through the journey that is self love. no amount of words could ever do you justice. what i feel for you is so much more than that; it’s strong, it’s empowering, it’s real. i don’t think i’ll ever be able to express it the way that i want to, but maybe that’s the magic of it all. i think i find comfort in knowing that i have something that cannot even be put down on paper perfectly accurate. thank you for helping me learn how to help myself. thank you for all the nights you’ve stayed up comforting me when the thoughts running through my mind weren’t so pretty. i cannot even fathom how amazing you are and how lucky i am to have such an incredible life partner. you are the one i want to spend all of my days with - and even that alone excites me, i never thought i would be able to say that about anyone. thank you for your constant reassurance and being one hell of a listener. there’s nothing sweeter than consistency. i can assure you there’s no one else i’d rather share every detail of my life with. all of my favorite things become so much more enthralling once shared with you. i have never felt more safe and at peace in my entire life than i have with you. your words are gentle enough to stick with me. when i lack the motivation to get up some mornings, i think of the way you would encourage me. i think of the way you would kiss my forehead and smile at me and tell me how you’re proud that i’m still here. you would tell me that my feelings are valid & how you’ll be around no matter what. those words alone would be more than enough to make all the pessimism fade away. i’ve never really felt emotionally stable - it’s always been something i’ve had to work on, but that’s definitely improved since you’ve been around. thank you for loving me enough to allow me to embrace my independence yet love you more than anything at the same time. you have impacted my life in more ways than you’ll ever realize and i am endlessly grateful. i have learned so much from you in what seems like such a short period of time and i am so eager to continue. sometimes i struggle with writers block but you’re always right there to inspire me and get me back on my feet. thank you for being you. i am so lucky to love you and have the opportunity to grow with you. there’s not a day that goes by where i don’t recognize all the wonders that you are. i cannot wait for everything that life has in store for us. i love you.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can I get a newly married rfa+saeran and v with MC? Just like normal Saturday morning fluff or something? With cute kisses and cuddling. Thank you so much. I love your blog!

Thank you so much! This is such a cute request, I seriously love it so much! I tried making it as fluffy as possible so I hope that you enjoy!! :)


  • Yoosung was still in shock that it had only been a week since he married the love of his life  
  • He was always the ‘baby’ of the RFA but he finally proved them all wrong being the first out of all the members to wed
  • And Yoosung couldn’t have been more content at the moment
  • He had a steady job as a veterinarian and you were living with him at his apartment, currently cuddling the heck out of each other
  • Yoosung was already the kind of cuddles before the two of you got married but he was being extra clingy today, but you didn’t mind
  • You had your back pressed against Yoosung’s chest as he lazily had his arms draped around you
  • “I love you so much my sweet MC”
  • Yoosung kissed the top of your neck and moved his way down to the bottom of it
  • When he got to the bottom, Yoosung buried his face into your neck - “I love you too Yoosung”
  • You could feel Yoosung’s smile on the back of your neck as your turned your head slightly to give him a proper kiss on the lips
  • The two of you sighed in happiness and when the short but passionate kiss broke, the two of you went back to your original positions
  • It may seem like a boring Saturday to some people, but to Yoosung, it was the greatest Saturday of his life with his favorite person in the world


  • Zen thought that there couldn’t have been a man happier then him the day he married you
  • He had finally found someone who didn’t just care about his looks, but you were someone who truly cared about Zen’s happiness
  • It had only been a few days since the two of you had wed but for Zen, it seemed like an eternity
  • These days were the best days in Zen’s mind
  • You and Zen were laying down in bed, your face buried into his strong chest
  • He was humming one of his favorite musical tunes while gently running his fingers through your hair
  • “You’re so perfect MC, I can’t believe that I’m able to call you mine”
  • You smiled as Zen placed multiple kisses on your forehead
  • He trailed the kisses down to your cheeks and placed one final, loving kiss on your lips
  • The two of you sighed in contentment as Zen readjusted you in his arms
  • He started singing your favorite song as you fell asleep in his arms
  • Zen smiled and made a promise to himself to always spend time like this with you since you were his beautiful princess


  • Jaehee never would have thought that she would meet the love of her life within an eleven day span
  • She thought that she was happy with her life until she met you, the one who showed her what true happiness was
  • You had given her the courage to stand up to Jumin and to finally do something for herself for once, and that courage was carried over to when she proposed to you
  • It had only been a week since the wedding and the two of you still had time off before you decided to re-open the cafe
  • You had dubbed it ‘Lazy Saturday’ and Jaehee did not oppose
  • The two of you were laying on your shared bed both on your backs but your hands were intertwined
  • Jaehee hesitantly grabbed your hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it
  • “Words cannot express how much I love you MC. Thank you for always being by my side”
  • She leaned in cautiously to kiss your hand again but you pulled Jaehee in for a tight hug instead
  • She stiffened for a moment before relaxing into your embrace, putting her own arms around you and gave you a light kiss on the lips
  • Jaehee rested her head near your chest to hear your heartbeat as she made a promise to always treasure and love her perfect partner


  • Jumin never would have thought that someone like you would ever be able to break his tough exterior, but inevitably you did
  • Everyone saw Jumin as the emotionless ice prince which was the complete opposite of what he truly was
  • The day that Jumin first laid eyes on you, it was love at first sight
  • You helped Jumin discover that who he really was and how to express himself, a debt that no amount of money could ever repay
  • The two of you were wed only a week ago and Jumin treasured ever second of being your husband
  • You and Jumin were laying on your shared bed, with you resting your head on Jumin’s chest and his arms wrapped around you
  • Jumin gently rubbed the back of your hand as you traced random patterns on his chest
  • “All I feel is love whenever I’m with you MC. Stay with me forever my love”
  • You smiled at Jumin and he cupped your cheek and gave you a feather light kiss on your lips
  • He moved one of his hands to the back of your head and lifted you to deepen the kiss, wanting you to feel every ounce of love that he has for you
  • The two of you pulled away, both of you panting, but smiled feeling nothing but love from Jumin
  • He wrapped his arms back around you as you laid your head to his chest, returning to your original positions
  • Jumin noticed you fell asleep and smiled down at you, gently kissing the top of your head vowing to himself to always make you feel like the queen that you are


  • Seven still felt like he was dreaming ever since the day that he met you
  • He never thought that he deserved any kind of happiness, his mother told him that more than enough times when he was younger
  • But his life changed when he met you, you became the light in Seven’s dark life, something that he would never forget
  • So Seven decided to stop joking around and truly marry you at a space station
  • It was less than a week later since you and Seven wed and to say that it was the happiest day of his life was an understatement
  • All Seven wanted to do was cuddle and be in each other’s presence for the day and you happily obliged
  • You and Seven were laying down on the bed, his arms around you as you leaned your head into the crook of his neck
  • Seven lifted his head up to stare into your eyes, the eyes that saw his pain, the eyes that saw his silliness, and what he had hoped the most, the eyes that saw his love for you
  • “You’re my everything, my precious MC. My love for you is as large as the galaxy”
  • Seven kissed your shoulder, making his way to your neck, then finally to your lips giving you a kiss with all of his love
  • When the two of you parted, Seven gave you one of his signature goofy grins and snuggled back with you
  • Seven closed his eyes as vowed to make sure you would be happy, safe, and feel all of his love, making sure that your future would be bright with him at your side


  • V never realized what true love felt like until he met you
  • Even though he thought he was in love when he was with her, V understood that love wasn’t suppose to feel like when he was with her
  • But when V found you, his entire world changed for the better
  • You taught him that it was okay to be selfish, to voice his own opinion, to let people know how he himself truly felt
  • How couldn’t V fall in love with someone as caring as you?
  • So the you of you got married and the amount of tears shed by the two of you could fill up a pond
  • It was a few days after the wedding and V was laying down on the bed with you wrapped around his long arms
  • You buried your face into his arm as V gently stroked your side
  • “You truly are an angel MC. I promise to love you forever and always”
  • V dipped his head down to kiss your nose, then your cheeks, and finally a small yet loving kiss on your lips
  • He radiated love and you couldn’t help but smile at his gentleness
  • You wrapped yourself back around V’s arms, closing your eyes in contentment and drifting into sleep
  • V held you close to him, never wanting to let you go, never wanting you to leave his side and as he placed one final kiss on your forehead, V fell into sleep himself as he dreamed about all the ways he would make you feel his love


  • Saeran would never understand why you would choose someone like him to be with
  • To say Saeran’s life was hell is putting it lightly
  • All of his life Saeran was used and abused, only feeling a slight amount of love when Seven was with him in the small time during his childhood
  • But then he met you, Saeran thought of you as just someone he could use but he somehow ended up falling in love with you, and you returned the feeling of love
  • Somehow Saeran managed to propose to you and to his surprise, you said yes
  • It’s taken some time, but Saeran finally became comfortable around you and one of his favorite things to do was to cuddle with you
  • You always made him feel warm and safe but this time, he wanted it to be the other way around
  • Saeran had you wrapped around his arms and your head against his neck
  • He listened as you softly hummed to him, feeling your warmth always made Saeran feel at peace
  • “I truly believe that you’re my soulmate MC. I…I love you so much”
  • Saeran slowly leaned down and pressed a quick kiss on your lips, his cheeks turning slightly pink
  • You giggled and reached up to kiss him again, this time with more passion and love
  • He kissed you back as deeply as he could and when the two of you finally parted, you could see a small smile form on his lips
  • Saeran noticed you cuddle back into his arms and slowly fall asleep and seeing your perfect face reaffirmed Saeran’s love for you with him vowing to protect and love you because you truly were the best thing to happen in his life and he had no plans of ever letting you go
Never in a million years would I have thought that I’d meet somebody as perfect as you. Everything about you makes my heart leap out of my chest. My heart had been shattered beyond repair but when I met you, I felt as if I was never broken to begin with. I didn’t think I would ever fall for somebody again, but I have and let me tell you, I fell hard and unbelievably fast. Ever since we met, thoughts of you have consumed my mind. I find myself wondering what you’re doing without even realising that my mind has yet again wandered to you. When I catch myself doing so, my heart begins to beat rapidly and I can feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach. You’re so enchanting and darling, I hope I’ll always be under your spell. You’ve made me feel things that I never dreamed I could feel. When I speak with you, warmth spreads through my heart and a wave of happiness resonates within me. I long to be in the security of your arms and knowing me, I’d want to stay in them forever. My feelings for you are undeniable and with every day that passes without you knowing how I truly feel, the more unbearable it gets. You’ve made me happier than my words can express and for that, I can never thank you enough. You bring out the best in me and that, my love, is what made me realise how crazy I am for you. I’ve even began to have this unexplainable craving to be yours and for you to be mine. I constantly picture us together and the mere thought of it brings such joy to my heart. Everything about you makes me feel like I’m living in a fantasy. Your heavenly smile, your melodic voice, your angelic eyes, all of it is so captivating. I cannot explain how much I want to lie on your chest and hear your heart beating in sync with mine, to wake up next to you knowing I’m the luckiest woman ever, to cuddle with you and stay like that forever. I want to that person whom you cannot stop thinking about, that person whom you brag about to your friends, that person whom you love so dearly. I might be dreaming way too high but when it comes to you, I just cannot stop. I know that you may not feel as I do but that matters not to me. The only I care about is being with you, whether it’s as friend or as partners in crime. I cannot imagine my life without you being somewhere in it, and I hope I will never have to. I only ask that you consider giving me a chance to show you what we could be, to give you everything that I have, to love you like there’s no tomorrow, to show you the world hand in hand
—  Letters you’ll never receive #4 // S.T.

On this day in Love Live History:

the first confession on lovelive-confessions was posted!

Yes, today lovelive-confessions turns three years old today. It feels really weird, honestly. Three years ago today I sat down and made the biggest mistake of my life. Just kidding. 

It started off as just me, and soon enough I was so overwhelmed and asked for new mods, then met the best friend I’ve ever had, my Admin Kotori (Now Admin Mari). Then we brought Admin Maki on when we got even bigger. And we’re still overwhelmed.

I never expected for my shit posts to garner us 16k+ followers. To me, lovelive-confessions is as much a staple in the LL fandom as scouting videos and shipping discourse. I’ve never felt more honored to be a part of a fandom in my life. Love Live means so much to me, and to have something as special as this hell hole to call my “own”, I cannot begin to express my heartfelt words of gratitude.

To all 16,671 of you (when this post was posted) thank you all so much. Your confessions and shit posts make me laugh everyday and make me feel like that one sunny afternoon when this blog was made was worth it. We’ve had our fair share of issues, but at the end of the day, I have never felt so loved in a community. When I go to cons and talk to people and talk about the blog, I always feels so proud about it. 

We can’t do much special this year, and we’re sorry for that. But, at the same time, I want you all to know how badly I wanted to be able to. You all mean so very much to us, and I want you all to know.

From the deepest bottom of my heart, for the three years we have all spent together on this weird journey, and to the admins who have time after time dealt with my shit,

Thank you.

- Admin Honoka

I’ve never been one to express my feelings to others. I have this constant fear of saying the wrong thing and so I’ve learned to hold back. Yes, not being able to truly be yourself is one of the worst kinds of pains, but in the end, it saves you from getting hurt and brought down, right?
—  So please keep reminding me that you love and accept me for who I am. I’m slowly conquering this fear, but I cannot do it on my own. // littlemissimaginary
Can we take a moment to appreciate the fact that Navani is an Engineer?

I’ve been a part of the fandom for about three years. (I know I haven’t produced much content, but I’ve been around.) I first read the Way of Kings and Words of Radiance in the summer of 2014, and with the hype for Oathbringer, I recently realized that Navani is an engineer.

Um… Hello, were you not paying attention while reading the books?

Of course I was. But Navani is an engineer.

Yeah, she’s an engineer.

No. She’s an engineer. I cannot explain the emotion I felt when I realized Navani is an engineer.

Ok. But any woman can be a scientist or Engineer on Roshar.

On Rosahr.

While I can momentarily visit Roshar when I read the books, or other non-canon  works, ultimately I live on earth. You may or may not have known this, but only about 20% of the the engineering workforce in America is made up of women. The physical sciences do better, with about 30%, and computer science does worse, with only 15% of the workforce made of women.

Maybe it’s just that women are more interested in other things.

While that is true, it is only half of the truth.  Science and Math (Which are both integral parts of engineering) are socially not considered ‘for girls’. Society does not encourage girls to pursue physical sciences or engineering. As a little kid, plastic tea sets, princess costumes, makeup, and the occasional veterinarian play set were marketed towards me. They marketed Legos and mini build your own trebuchets towards my brother. However, it is important to get kids interested in science and engineering while they’re young, because when they’re older, they already have a set mindset that isn’t likely to change. 

You can see the results of this clearly in the classroom. In my high school calculus class, out of the seven of us, I was one of two women in the class, and in my computer science class, out of the six of us, I was the only one who was a woman.

In addition, girls also are more likely to believe that they are not good at math, and can’t be good at math. During my capstone project, I spoke with one of my friends about this topic, and she said she didn’t have anyone there to help her and encourage her to study math harder. Because of that, she was led to believe that she just wasn’t good at math. From what I’ve read online, and what I’ve heard from my classmates, my friend’s experience is fairly common among women. I was lucky enough that I did have someone there to help and push me to do well in math.

Lastly, there simply aren’t many role models for girls in science and engineering. In fact, when most people think of a scientist or engineer, they think of a man. Sure, there have been plenty of women scientists and engineers, but they aren’t talked about as much as their male counterparts. If you don’t believe me, then lets do a quick test. Take a minute, and list all the famous engineers and scientists you can think of without using google. How many of them are women? Doing a quick search on google for ‘famous scientists and engineers’, out of roughly fifty results, only three of them are women. If you’re lucky, you might know about Marie Curie, and thanks to the movie Hidden Figures, the name Katherine Johnson might come to mind. But not that many others are talked about. (For anyone who wants more, Ada Lovelace pioneered computer science in the late 1800′s, and Sandra Cauffman is a NASA engineer who worked on the Mars Atmosphere and Volatile Evolution mission.)

Now imagine being a girl who has always loved math, science, and engineering,  and picking up The Way of Kings. 

Imagine being introduced to Navani, and realizing Almighty’s tenth name, Navani Kholiln is an engineer.

Not only is Navani an engineer, but she’s a world famous engineer, probably the most highly regarded engineer in the world. If you’re reading one of Navani’s works, then you know that this is quality research. If Navani’s name is on a research paper, it carries weight.

Imagine realizing that on Roshar, engineering and science are for girls.

Imagine a high school kid, (like I was when I first read WOK) and thinking I want to be an engineer, like Navani. Because who wouldn’t want to be like Navani?

We all agree that Sanderson is an amazing author, and Navani is one more reason to add to the very long reasons of why I love his books. I cannot express my gratitude for Navani as a character. With the release of Oathbringer in the fall, among the many other things, hope we’ll see  more from Roshar’s greatest engineer.

If you read to the end of this, thank you for putting up with my somewhat cheesy, definitely way to long post.

hello loves! i recently hit 500 followers, and words cannot express my gratitude. this blog has only been up and running for—what—3 months? the amount of amazing people i’ve met and the community i’ve grown a part of is astounding. in honor of all the awesome people i’ve grown to love, i thought i’d do this. (and i’m really sorry for the gross banner above)


  • mutuals
  • absolute favs
  • both!

note: this is not all of the people i follow because that would’ve been insanely huge, but just know that i love you all (hence why i’m following you!). <3 (maybe i should make a blogroll)

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          alright guys, i am going to try to keep this short, so i’ll simply ask the most relevant question: ARE YOU ALL CRAZY???????? i think this is about it, really. because never in my wildest imagination i could have expected this blog to be so appreciated, and for you all to show such an incredible amount of love for my smol Lord Commander. i’ve been here for about three months and, quite frankly, what even was my life before i met you all? all of you are so incredibly sweet, friendly, kind, talented, amazing — all of you welcomed me in such a manner that i cannot even express with words. i promised i’d make this a tiny thing instead of rambling as i tend to do, but, please, ALWAYS remember that all of you are so important to me and, definitely, you make my day a better day every single day simply by existing. i love you all  ❤ ❤ ❤

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cleverbast  asked:

Do you have any Star Wars fic recs? Personally, words cannot express how much I love Obi-Wan, but I'll read almost anything. Also! I hope that you are having a wonderful day, and I really appreciate all of your hard work! Please keep it up and have all of my hugs!

Obi-Wan is a perfect amazing man and should be protected. I definitely have recs.  💕

A Star to Steer By


the family amidala


The Princess, the Smuggler and the Sith Lord’s Son

Wake the Storm

Immutable, or, Five Times Obi-Wan Kenobi Compromised His Jedi Ethics for Anakin Skywalker

Soldier, Poet, King

I’ll Be There For You

Second Chances


On Ebon Wings, Ere I Breathe

Tano and Kenobi

Return to the Point of No Return

Beekeeping and Husbandry

Ad Utrumque Paratus

I myself have torn myself to shreds

The World Ender (as a caveat, this is Kylux, but it’s an amazing fic and Obi-Wan does play a large part. Also, all asshole characters stay assholes, which is awesome)

who cares about your lonely heart

The Wisdom of Cats

Ashnar Urcir

Kind, Sober, and Fully Dressed

Light Unending

There Goes The Atmosphere


Show Me, Tell Me

Take Seven

Waking Up Dead

Though I Never Dared Dream

Realign the Stars

Yennefer and Geralt – Grotesque Characters:

     Firstly, I’d like to make clear that when I’m taking about grotesque characters I’m talking specifically about Sherwood Anderson’s definition from Winesburg, Ohio originally named The Book of the Grotesque. The definition is as follows: a person who takes one of the many truths, calls it his/his own, and tries to live by it; implies a character who is wounded, scarred, obsessed, who has tunnel vision about some aspect of life.

    When I was revising this term for my upcoming English Literature paper on the Gothic Genre, I came to understand how this explanation could be used to describe the characters Yennefer and Geralt from Andrzej Sapkowski’s book series.

    I’ll begin with Yennefer and the truth she chose to live by: that she in sterile. Now this truth, if examined deeper, is essential to her character because it enforces the lesson she was taught by Tissa de Vires, that sorceress must be cold and indifferent. Before I explain this further I would like to draw your attention to an extract from The Sword of Destiny which I believe underlines my thoughts:

“Beltane! They’re enjoying themselves. They’re celebrating the eternal cycle of nature regenerating itself. And us? What are we doing? We, relicts, doomed to obliteration, to extinction and oblivion? Nature is born again, the cycle repeats itself. But not for us, Geralt. We cannot reproduce ourselves. We are deprived of that potential. And at the same time what is most natural and simple in nature was taken from us. What if we live longer than them? After our winter will come the spring, and we shall not be reborn; what finishes will finish along with us. But both you and I are drawn to those bonfires, though our presence here is wicked, blasphemous mockery of this world.”

    Here Sapkowski beautifully draws attention to a dilemma and insecurity central to one of his characters as Yennefer’s inability to contribute to the circle of life fills her with a sense of disgust and the assumption that, because she cannot reproduce, she is subsequently the apotheosis of nature and life’s symbolic role and meaning, that of love, caring and nurturing. As a result Yennefer attempts to be heartless and indifferent as she lives by this one truth to obscure her insecurities regarding her ability to be loved and to care.

    Geralt, on the other hand, has chosen to live by another truth: that he is a mutant. Again, this truth is vital to understanding another complex character as it enforces Geralt’s insecurity that he lacks humanity and any sort of emotional capacity meaning that in many ways he is no better than the evil he hunts. For this I would like to focus again on another moment from The Sword of Destiny

Geralt: And it hurts… it kills me the thought that’ll lose… this cellular memory. Atavistic remnants of feeling in a mutant devoid of emotion…

Yen: I can’t sand it when you talk like that.  I hate it when you use that word. Never use it in my presence. Never!

Geralt: ‘Does it changes the facts? in the end I am still a mutant’

    In A Shard of Ice Geralt cannot express his love for Yennefer in words because he feels that to do so would be unfaithful because, as a Witcher, he believes that he is unable to love her and to say otherwise would be a deceitful lie which could cause her pain, fulfilling his duty as a monstrosity. Consequently, this causes him to try and remain passive and indifferent as he lives by this truth to hide his insecurities regarding his ability to emotionally respond to the world and people around him, for better or for worse.

    What’s most interesting about these two grotesque characters, however, is not the truth they have adopted and how this influences their characterization but rather how both Yennefer and Geralt overcome their own fears and doubts to realize that this truth does not extend to their whole reality but rather is an excuse or a defence to avoid confrontation with their personal demons.

    More interesting still is how they come to this realisation not only for personal salvation but to help each other reach ‘self-actualization’ as explored in Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs, because their relationship is very symbiotic. Yennefer must overcome her doubts about her ability to be loved and to care for Geralt’s sake, as he requires someone to love, while Geralt himself must overcome his doubts about his capacity to feel affection for Yennefer’s sake, as she requires someone to love her.

    In conclusion, it is striking to examine the similarities between these two characters as both view themselves as an affront to the natural world and to the society they find themselves, and to hide the pain and discomfort this causes each live by a truth they have come to hate because at times it is easier to accept the view the majority thrust upon you than to stand in constant opposition. However, neither remain a Grotesque character because for their relationship to flourish, they cannot afford to and this provides them with the strength to challenge the conceptions they were previously enslaved to as they adopt a new perspective of life best described by Nora from Henrik Ibsen’s play A Doll’s House ‘I am going to see if I can make out who is right, the world of I.’

    I hope you enjoyed reviewing my thoughts and that my analysis has been constructed in a clear and easy to perceive manner. Feel free but by no means obligated to share your own ideas regarding this topic. Until next time – Eileniessa.

Cute Lams Drabble

“Johnny, I’ve received a letter from Hamilton,” Martha says, walking into Laurens study. He barely glances up from his paper, continuing his writing.

“You could just lay it on the side, Martha, I’ll look at it later.”

“It’s from Elizabeth Hamilton.”

Laurens stopped writing, placing his quill on the side. Why would she send him a letter? He glanced down at the desk, seeing his most recent letter from Hamilton sitting there.

“Please read it to me,” He replied. Martha cleared her throat, placing her glasses on the edge of her nose.

“Dear John Laurens, my husband, Alexander Hamilton, was recently in a duel with Aaron Burr. He was sent to the hospital after the fight, not too long after Burr shot him. He later died in the hospital, Angelica and I by his side.”

Martha stopped reading, looking at her husband’s back. He was shaking, no words escaping his lips. “John? Are you alright?”

Laurens glanced down at the paper He was writing, and balled it up, throwing it to the corner of the room.

“I’m fine, please leave me alone for a few moments.”

Martha hesitated, but walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Laurens fell to his knees, his silent cries echoing throughout the room. He was just reading Hamilton’s letter, now realizing what the Caribbean was talking about.

“Dear John Laurens,

There are no words to express how much you mean to me. In these last moments of my life, I promise to think of you on my last dying breath, my final goodbye to this world. Language is such a trival thing, but I cannot help but try to find the words to say how much you mean to myself. The light it getting dim, so I will stop this letter shortly.

I’ll see you on the other side,

Alexander Hamilton”

His heart shattered.