words that burn

She could never be yours,
if and ever she tried
she’d end up losing herself.
—  BINI //gains
Klance recs

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9895334
It Grows Stronger (8,979 words); college!au, 5 times keith helps lance out and 1 time lance returns the favor

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9889595
the games we play (2,644 words); Keith and lance are together and instead of telling anyone they let the team find out on their own time

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9845531
i hate you in spanish (5,939 words); the heating goes out on the ship and they huddle for warmth

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7685992/chapters/17508283
Not That Bad (67,847 words); college!au, with slow burn klance and it’s just super sweet please read

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9770132
An Exercise in Catharsis (9,127 words); keith texts his dead friend’s phone number and falls in love with the boy who texts back all while also being in love with lance (spoiler these two are the same boy)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9703823
…Dead Sea Minerals? (2,651 words); keith buys lance new skin care products

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9727223/chapters/21929942
Rushing To Say Nothing (36,787 words); lance has sex with an alien that looks like keith and then has sex with actual keith, features angst and a fluffy resolution

me: (at 50,000+ words) is this slow burn slow enough

me, reading a 20,000 word slow burn by another author: JUST FUCKIN!!!!!! KISS ALREADY!!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The creak of the front door being opened roused Crowley instantly, his heart hammering as whoever had entered his home grew closer. Their footsteps were soft, but with his enhanced hearing it sounded like stomping.

Slowly, he reached out, fingers curling around the solid grip of his staff, feeling his magic grow as he let the energy contained in the weapon add to his own.

It was barely moments later when the bedroom door swung open and Crowley sat up, the ancient words of a spell burning in his mouth and ready to cast when the man, an assassin, toppled face first to the floor with a dagger in his back.

Crowley blinked, and then a more familiar figure stepped into the doorway, green eyes aglow in the darkness that identified him.

“Remind me again why you don’t ward the front door?” Halt asked, reaching down to pull the dagger from the assassin’s back.

“Warding runes make everything smell like marshmallows,” Crowley answered. “You hate marshmallows.”

Do not allow him to consume you. If he does not call, go to sleep. If he does not message, put your phone away and have a fantastic day anyway. If he acts distant when you are with him and refuses to tell you what is wrong, don’t wait for him, go home and do something you love. If he tries to insinuate you do not need your friends now that you have him, spend more time with your friends. If he tries to teach you a lesson through the silent treatment, ignore him completely.

If he plays with your feelings constantly, walk away from him. If he acts like your body is his entitlement when you are not ready, walk away from him. If he says terrible, unforgivable things and threatens to leave you after every argument, walk away from him. If he forbids you from doing anything you love, walk away from him. If he claims ownership of your accomplishments, walk away from him. If he demeans you or disrespects your being a girl and refuses to stop when you tell him it hurts, walk away from him.


I cannot stress this enough, you live for yourself first. He is a secondary character in the story of your life. Do not allow him to turn you into a secondary character in your own book.

—  Nikita Gill, Advice for Teenage Girls Finding Their Way Through Love.

“What is a queen without her king?”


I don’t know, but let’s ask Cleopatra, Nefertiti, Hatshepsut, Sammuramat, Victoria, Elizabeth, Amina, Tzu-hsi and the countless other kingless queens who turned mere kingdoms into the greatest of Empires.

—  Nikita Gill
People fear someone falling out of love with them, but no one usually questions what it’s like to be the one falling out. They can’t picture feeling that something must be horribly wrong with you because there’s no other plausible explanation for why your heart doesn’t flutter when you look at him like it used to. It was the position I never thought I would find myself in, yet here I was, looking at the man I supposedly loved and not feeling a thing. If there was anything there, it was negative. Annoyance, anger, sadness, the complete opposite of everything he used to make me feel. It wasn’t right to let him believe things were okay, so I told him. Watching his facial expression drift from a quiet seriousness into a brokenness I never thought I would cause, I wished I didn’t mean the words I said but I knew I did. I couldn’t keep running away, after all, where could I go when the person that used to feel like home no longer did?
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Request: Telling the guy you love that you’re falling out of love for the same reason you fell in love with him.
And I don’t know what’s more pathetic, the fact that I can’t stop remembering you, or the fact that if you called me right this second and said you wanted to start over, I’d say yes in less than a heartbeat.
—  I sometimes wish I wasn’t this forgiving. // Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (352/366)

Leo, this ghost you’ve nicknamed terror is really called courage.

Virgo, you do not have to be liked to be powerful.

Aquarius, nothing is infinite unless you make it so.

Pieces, lay waste to the versions of yourself living in other people’s heads.

Libra, one day you will forget what it was to hurt like this.

Sagittarius, you do not need any excuses to love.

Taurus, you are the beautiful stranger that people tell their children about.

Capricorn, you deserve the light that is coming to you.

Gemini, your heart is a riptide.

Cancer, it does not have to speak your language to be beautiful.

Aries, sometimes getting out of bed is the strongest thing you can do.

Scorpio, let yourself close this chapter without regret.

—  topaz winters // little horoscopes for september
you use your legs to run from that heart of yours, you use those feelings to write poetry, you use those metaphors to hide something, you use that honesty to be yourself, you use a smile to stop the crying, you use those tears to color the ocean, you use your laughter to fill my lungs, you use your consistency for everyone, you use your life to color in between the lines, you use the loopholes to break the rules, you use those guidelines with a middle finger, you use that voice to sing with the pretty red and black birds, you use your kiss to empty fire into your soul, you use your heart as cupid’s pillow, you use those rug burns to avoid eye contact, you use your lips to taste the liquor that doesn’t lie, you use your body to dance with the drugs, you’re never really high if you’re always ready to die
—  but not tonight