Somedays it’s incredibly hard for me to say a single word, incredibly hard to talk to anyone - even close friends, but I’m good with actions -even though I’m hella awkward sometimes. I am very protective of people around me, I really like to make people feel safe, comfortable and happy -my actions speak what I can’t. But sometimes I wish I could just talk y’know? It’s not easy for me to get to know persons, because I have a hard time trying to communicate verbally, I get confused and overwhelmed very easily, and it’s harder to keep a conversation. And it’s not that I WANT to be anti social, it’s not that I don’t want to talk to you either, it’s just who I am… I am an introvert and incredibly shy person, and sometimes it really sucks, because I wish I could get to know more persons and let them get to know me too. There’s so many persons (here on tumblr) that write, paint, take pictures… and even without knowing who I am, these persons touch my life very deeply, they make me smile when I’m in the middle of an anxiety episode, they make me want to be better every single day, they give me strength to keep on fighting depression… but most of all, they give me hope. Hope that tomorrow will be better, hope that someday I’ll be ME and I won’t be afraid of it, hope that someday someone will love me for who I am, with all my flaws, insecurities and struggles. And sometimes I wish I could show these persons the meaning that their actions might have for someone, I wish I could show them that their work have this big impact in someone’s life. Their passion for what they do, for their blogs, is what touches my world, the LOVE that they put in every single detail is what moves me this way, and it’s the main reason why I’m writing this. I wish I could really bring them a mug of coffee and just sit and talk about anything and everything, the same way I want to and keep on trying to do to a few persons. But as I can’t do this, as I can’t act to physically show them, I decided to write this piece - it’s my way of acting. And maybe it will take me a few weeks (or months) to actually publish this, specially because I still don’t have the courage in me to do so, with the mentions I want to do and the content of this piece . But when I do, I want you, person that I mentioned, to know that I care for you and that you are important to this world, because I’m sure that I’m not the only one that loves your work and your blog, I’m sure I’m not the only one who finds comfort and safety in your blog. I know that you might be having a bad day, I know that you have struggles, problems and that you face a lot of stuff on your life -let’s be real here, sometimes the universe is a bitch- but I just wanted to let you know that somewhere (in Brazil, in my case) a random stranger cares for you and wishes you the best, and to let you know that your actions somehow have a great impact for this random stranger. I could talk about the six degrees of separation theory, but I’ve already wrote too much and I’m sorry if this turns out too weird for y’all. Just keep on going people, you might be doing so much more than you think.
Thank you, not just for your work that you put on your blog, but for your existence, and specially, for existing at the same time as me.
ps: I think the amount of likes/reblogs I’ve left on your blogs might have scared y’all, and I’m sorry for that… it was kinda my way of saying how much I appreciate what appears on my dash ~blushing furiously~
Humans are weird, and when you get the chance to get to know one and understand them better, you take it. But there are rules about interfering with human affairs, and breaking them might come at a higher price than you were willing to pay.
waited on the beach with two disposable cups of coffee in his hands. The sun
had gone down several hours ago, and as soon as he got off work he ran to the
nearest coffee shop before hurrying back to the beach. When he opened his eyes
earlier that day, he was lying flat in the sand, his clothes and hair soaking
wet. He had then wandered home, still dripping wet (Jimin was quite concerned)
thinking over what he had seen and what had happened. You must have saved his
life—again—after he fainted in the water. That, or he had completely lost his
way, finding out that you were a mermaid meant that he could not take you out
for coffee after all, or take you out anywhere
for that matter. But he had to do something
to say thank you, and he had no idea what mermaids liked so he couldn’t buy you
a gift. Throughout his whole shift at the restaurant on the pier, he had gone
between questioning your existence and questioning how impossible it would be
to get to know a mermaid. Finally, he settled on buying coffee and hoping that
you would come back at all—then he could figure out what to do next.
didn’t really expect to see you again—surely if humans didn’t know that
mermaids were real, it was that way for a reason. You had already saved his
life twice, it didn’t seem quite fair for him to expect you to be there a third
time. But there he was, sitting with his toes buried in the sand waiting for a mermaid
that might not ever return (or exist).
are you doing here? Haven’t you almost drowned enough for a while?” You asked, your head peaking around a column
smiled, relief washing over him. “I didn’t know if you would be here, but I
wanted to apologize for earlier, and thank you again. I brought you coffee,
but…Do mermaids drink coffee?” It had just occurred to him, and he wished he
had done some googling before seeing you again.
don’t know.” You said, swimming closer. “I guess we’ll find out.” You sat
mostly out of the water, your tail splashing lightly as you got comfortable.
Yoongi scooted closer so he was sitting next to you, still completely in wonder
of your existence and trying to
comprehend what was happening.
“It’s a caramel macchiato.” He
said as he handed you the cup he bought for you.
thought you said it was coffee?” You asked, taking the cup and sniffing it.
Yoongi nodded, realizing that you must not know much about the human world.
is, it’s just… A fancy kind of coffee.” Yoongi watched as you took the lid off
to examine the drink. “Can I ask you something?” He asked after a second. He
was trying very hard not to stare at your tail, and preoccupied himself with
his own drink.
wouldn’t be here if I minded talking to you, so go ahead.” You confirmed. You
still hadn’t tried the coffee, but watched as Yoongi sipped his own.
there more… Uh, Mer…people?” It sounded ridiculous out loud, but it was too
late to take it back now.
yes.” You nodded emphatically. “Lots. There are several kingdoms, my father
rules one of them.” You said it offhandedly, and Yoongi couldn’t tell how
serious you were being.
father is King of the Merpeople?”
of them.” You corrected, imitating how he drank his coffee down to the tilt of
his head. He watched as some of it poured down your front, and was grateful
that it was no longer hot at least. “Oh.” You said, then laughed. “It looked so
easy when you did it!”
realized that you lived underwater,
of course you didn’t drink things. He
felt dumb for not realizing it earlier, and was about to apologize when you started
really like this stuff. It’s weird, and makes quite a mess, but it has such an interesting flavor…” You gave him
a thumbs-up. “I declare that mermaids do indeed drink coffee! Or, whatever this
is.” You brought the cup up to your lips once more, but this time just stuck
your tongue in it. “This is a much less-messy way of consuming it.” You informed
him, and Yoongi laughed despite himself—maybe it was nerves, he had never met a
mermaid—never even imagined that he would—before the previous night.
D: “So you may notice our background looks a little bit different than usual-”
D: “-and I’m sure you’re all wondering, ‘Dan and Phil, where could you possibly be filming?’”
P: “Where on Earth could they be?”
D: “…let’s be real, you not thinking that, you’ve all been talking about this for months…”
D+P: “We bought a house!”
P: “Yeah, y'know, we’d been living in our old flat for about 5 years and there were a couple of issues with it that we just could not handle anymore.”
D: “Like the, constant, incessant, mind-numbing sirens that always seemed to go by in the middle of filming a video.”
P: “Or the drilling! What can somebody even be drilling in their house for 5 YEARS?!”
D: “I dunno…”
P: “Maybe they were secretly bank robbers and they were building a false floor to hide all their stolen money under?”
D: “Yeah, Phil, I’m pretty sure that if they were bank robbers, they wouldn’t still be living in an apartment in London…”
P: “Oh yeah…”
D: “Right, how about the fact that we had NO storage?”
P: “I know! Every time I bought a new shirt I had to compress my closet into an even more solid block of cotton. And don’t even get me started on the office!”
D: “Yes, Phil and I have acquired so many video games, systems, and random nerd merchandise that we had to actually buy an entirely new house to accommodate it all.”
P: “It’s a little out of hand to be honest…”
D: “It’s a part of our branding, Phil. We can’t be DanAndPhilGAMES without an obscene amount of video games and appropriate memorabilia.”
P: “Anyway, we thought we’d give you guys a tour of our new house straight away because it’s been so hard to keep this a secret from all of you and we know you’ll all just be requesting it for the next 6 months if we don’t anyways.”
D: “Yeah, it hasn’t really BEEN a secret, Phil, I think they knew we were moving before we did.”
P: “Yeah, tumblr really is good at figuring things out, aren’t they?”
D: “Yep. You creepy stalkers really took that one video I made to heart didn’t you….*sigh*”
P: “So without further ado, this is DanAndPhilCRIBS!”
D: “Di-did you just actually…we are not keeping that in!”
P: “Aw, c'mon, I think it’s 'totes swaggy’…”
D: “Whatever, I should know not to question you by now, LET’S START THE TOUR!”
*and so ensues the tour of Dan and Phil’s new home, including beautiful kitchen, gorgeous lounge with brand new matching furniture sets, completely equipped editing room, fully teched out gaming room, bathroom that isn’t the size of a broom closet, minimal stairs, backyard and garden so Phil can have more plants than just cacti, and the entire phandom is crying/dead at this point*
D: “So there you have it, our new house.”
P: “We really hope you’ve enjoyed the tour, you can click on my face to subscribe to my channel or on Dan’s face to subscribe to him, you can also click here and here to see our last videos, and if you haven’t subscribed to our gaming channel yet you can do that by clicking here.”
D: “Gee, I wonder what the next video is gonna be, Phil?”
*dog barks in background*
*d+P both start laughing*
“Are you ready?” Hiccup reclined on the bed beside Astrid, one arm slung around her shoulders. For the first time that day to room was quiet and still. His mother and mother-in-law had taken their leave allowing the couple some time alone with their brand-new baby girl.
The young couple had sat for over an hour, staring at their little girl in awe and wonder, amazed that they could make something so tiny, so pink, so perfect.
Astrid’s fringe still clung to her forehead, sweaty from the exertion of the last twelve hours. Hiccup brushed the sticky strands of his wife’s face. “As?”
“Hmm?” Completely distracted by the small bundle in her arms, Astrid stroked a finger down the baby’s cheek. She smiled at the suckling motion as her finger neared the newborn’s mouth. “Yeah, babe, let them in.”
Slowly, Hiccup stood from the bed, reluctantly tearing his gaze from his wife and daughter. He wanted to stay and drink in the sight of them forever but he would only be gone a moment.
He walked to the door and opened it, sticking his head outside.
Fishlegs noticed him first, halting the route he’d been pacing around the room. The twins were sitting side by side with their backs to the door. They turned as one when they noticed Fishlegs had stopped.
Snotlout was the first to the door.
“Me first, I’m family.” He pushed past into the little room.
With an exaggerated eye-roll, Hiccup stood aside to let the others in.
“Wait, why’s he got so much hair.” Snotlout was already by the bed, brows knit together in utter confusion. “I thought babies were bald.”
“Nope, that was just you Snotlout.” Ruffnut came to stand beside him, her eyes all shiny, hands making grabby motion towards the baby. “I want one.” Snotlout took a hasty step away.
“Eh, I don’t see the appeal,” Tuffnut leant in close to scrutinise the tiny baby’s features. “Small, squishy human. Can’t ride a boar yet. What’s the point?” The small, squishy human scrunched her face up in a yawn, her little arms stretched out as the movement rocked her whole body.
“Ah, yep. Now I see it.” Tuffnut took a step back beside his sister, his own eyes going misty.
“This is Nora,” Astrid stroked through the soft downy fuzz of her daughter’s head, her eyes still glued to the tiny body.
“Ha, Nora? But that’s a girl’s name.” Snotlout’s confusion rocketed up a level.
“Crazy that.” Hiccup sat back down on the bed beside his wife. Carefully, Astrid passed her daughter over. Hiccup marvelled at the way he could hold her tiny body with her head in his palm and her feet just brushing the crook of his arm.
“A girl huh?” Ruffnut stared down at the child in Hiccup’s arms. “Thank the Gods she looks more like Astrid then.”
Hiccup glanced sharply up at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked.
“Nothing…” Ruffnut looked Hiccup up and down. “It just that nose. Those eyebrows…” She tipped her head sideways as she judged his appearance.
“She got his hair though,” Tuffnut piped up. “So much hair.”
“She’s beautiful guys,” Fishlegs came in with the save.
Nora began to mewl and squawk, her face going red and splotchy.
“Give her to me,” Astrid held out her arms and Hiccup reluctantly passed the little girl back. Screams filled the air as the Dragon Riders shifted awkwardly.
“Maybe we should give them some space,” Fishlegs suggested. One by one they shuffled out of the room.
Hiccup reclined back on the bed, elbow propped against the headboard, watching Astrid intently as she fussed over Nora. She shifted her tunic around and held the babe to her breast. The cries died down as the newborn latched on, replaced with the sounds of vigorous suckling.
“We did good babe,” Astrid’s voice was husky as she spoke. She glanced up at her husband, a tired smile flitting across her lips.
“You did all the work Milady,” Hiccup leant forward to kiss the top of her head. “But yeah, she’s perfect.”
yep i’m doing one of those haha um, this took way longer than it needed to be and *cue sarcasm* wow props to me for not making a super shitty banner >.>
anyways! thank you all so much for helping me reach this milestone!! i can’t believe 1.5k peeps on tumblr ship these two together (more sarcasm ‘cause ofc 1.5k people ship jihope duh have you seen the way those two look at each other all grossly in love and shit????) lmao also you guys should apply to @networkjihope to find more jihope shippers *wink wonk*