you are the roof when i rain

anonymous asked:

If it is okay can I get sombra with a wife!s/o where her wife got into an accident so sombra needs to stay home and take care of her because s/o can't really get out of bed thanks so much I really appreciate it!!

I am so fucking gay for Sombra, I love her so so much! Also this is how I remember my crash, minus the injuries and the amazing wife, my phone even got thrown from the car lol

It took less than two seconds but in your head it felt like forever, you saw the moment the windshield cracked, watched the headlights turn the grass nearly white, you could see the shards flying past your face. The car ended up laying on the driver’s side as the glass rained down to collect on the ground below you, you don’t know when you took your seat belt off but you’re huddled against the roof of the car with your knees drawn up to your chest as you sob, apologizing to no one over and over and over again. Someone helps you out of the car and sits with you while the paramedics arrive, you can’t stop crying long enough to answer your questions and you can’t stop looking for your phone, you need to call Sombra. She’d make you feel better, you need your wife.

It had been thrown from the car, still laying on the concrete while you had stopped 15-20 feet into the grass, you thanked whatever god there was when it worked, trying to calm yourself just enough to speak to her. You hadn’t even been on the line two whole seconds before you felt the device buzz and send her a real-time location, you didn’t need to say anymore but she didn’t hang up, she kept speaking to you in loving tones as she promised good health and comfort.

“I love you, querida. I’m almost there, you’re going to be just fine.” And she was there very soon, sweatpants hanging off of her slim hips as her hair sticks up humorously. You’re bloody, too many minor cuts along your features make you look worse than you feel. But then again, the adrenaline hasn’t worn off yet so maybe you do feel like shit. “Oh, Hermosa, Mi Vida.” She murmurs as she pulls you into a loving hug, kissing your hair as she picks tiny shards of glass from your locks.

The paramedics want to take you to the hospital to check your leg and Sombra helps you into the ambulance before sitting next to you, taking your hand in hers as she brings it to her bare lips. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to!” You apologize again, eyes welling with tears. After the hospital and the diagnosis of a fractured femur and a gash on your forearm they send the two of you home with strict instructions, don’t do anything strenuous.

“Do you think that means no sex?” Sombra asks as the two of you sit on the couch, eating Chinese takeout and watching some old TV show.

“I’d be willing to break a bone for that,” you grin at her as you suck a noodle into your mouth. She tilts her head back and laughs as she strokes your hair, her arms move to bring you closer to her so she can kiss you gently before smiling down at you.

“I love you so much, I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I love you too, I’m glad I’m still here to make sure you eat at least twice a day.” You chuckle as she kisses you again, her lips curled up at the edges.


You Taught Me How To Be Brave…

We climbed up to the roof drinking whiskey in the rain
But I wouldn’t let you in, my life revolved around escape
Cause I was always such a runaway
Trying to cheat my way right through the game
But when you touched me, I couldn’t get away

I have been through pain in the dark like a knife
Yeah, I’ve been betrayed, ooh
You showed me how to love like a spark in the night
And not be afraid, ooh 

- “Brave” by Zayde Wølf

More pre-Kerberos sheith. Because… damn it. Zayde Wølf made me do it.

Their cameo in s4 made me curious as hell about Shiro’s and Keith’s relationship during their time at the Galaxy Garrison. So, here’s my take on it:

  1. Shiro taking Keith to the roof for star-gazing… but somehow they always end up watching each other instead.
  2. A drunk as shit Keith “breaking into” Shiro’s dorm room (he does have a second key okay so technically it’s not breaking in- but don’t ask him how he got his hands on it) at 3 AM on a Wednesday, because he wanted some cuddles.
  3. Their first ride on a hoverbike.

Aries moon had feelings coming in rushes, like the water that crashed up to the shore. They’re like batteries with loaders that don’t have limits. There’s a kid within every Aries moon, don’t kill it. Don’t you dare.

Taurus moon has feelings like the weather, the soft weather I mean. I’m talking about rain cascading down roof panes and snow melting to water. They always have their timing right, they know when to talk.

Gemini moon is like a little warrior, their words are their biggest weapons. Their feelings are like the wind, it’s hard to escape the wind. Sometimes their caught in whirlwinds, sometimes they’re biking and the wind doesn’t stand in the right direction.

Cancer moon is the ocean, the rush, the flow, the still. Feelings that will empower them, drown them. They’re so protective, with lunar dust in their hair and flowers engraved in their life. But sometimes their flowers wilt, and sometimes the ocean becomes wild.

Leo Moon is gracious, generous, their life is like a dance clip. With graceful hands and dramatic movements, their feelings take them over like a wildfire spreads out over forest trees.

Virgo Moon is the librarian, the quiet before the storm. The one with the secret knowledge, with books stapled onto each other. They know what they do, and can’t take it when they’re ignored. They have a huge eye for detail.

Libra moon is the harp, the piano, the instruments and the harmony. They’re love and they’re peace, with lacy voices and cute smiles. These people can make a great sensation in your home and private life.

Scorpio moon is an over-thinker, the type who doesn’t want to leave their bed. But also the type to hug you from behind, their feelings give rushes like water churns in rivers. And when they explode, trust me, they know, they don’t want to drown you in their problems.

Sagittarius moon is the archer, the one who chases the sun and escapes their own fires. They run from the feelings in their chest, change the subject. They’re adventurous, addicted to the thrills that life has to offer. They’re smart, philosophical.

Capricorn moon is a hard worker, a family person. Feelings of earth run through them, little earthquakes without time tickets may erupt. They push themselves a lot, often without second thought. They’re competitive, but often they’re also competitive to themselves. Because they want to improve.

Aquarius moon is part of a clan, a person with a friendly personality that often gets along with everyone. They’re their own person, and even though they belong to their group of friends- they don’t. They’re original, unique thinkers. They come up with solutions, ideas and thoughts no one ever dares to speak out loud.

Pisces moon is a dreamer, the kind you catch staring out of the window in class. Watching the birds. Or the kind plucking flowers to make something for a dear friend, a mysterious person. Manipulative on the inside, with feelings that can’t be explained, only imagined.

—  Moon signs
On Powerful Wings

So… I’ve wanted to write a Wings AU since i’ve been seeing all these beautiful drawings of the sides with wings (i’m looking at you @randomslasher and @artistwave!! Everyone else also go look at them. I am. They are sooo talented oh my gosh.) I was stuck on what to write about for a long long time until it hit me to try and write wings that weren’t bird wings. So… this is what came of that. Also, everyone thank @didsomeonesayprince if you like this nonsense.

Another Polysanders. Apparently it’s my thing now.

Wing AU!!!!!

Logan groaned as he sat up in his bed. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to today. One of his boyfriends was dragging the rest of them to a party. They had all been dating for a long while now, but they only had been living together for a short time. He was in his own room, they agreed it would be nice for each of them to have their own space, even if a good portion of the time they tended to fall asleep in each other’s beds anyway. As he swung his legs over the edge he began to stretch. His wings unfolded out from behind him as he let them get some air. One of the problems with wings was definitely waking up in the morning and finding you had slept on one of them weird.

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Writing a bilingual character: tips

(This is from my own personal experience as a Chinese person who’s better at English, my “first” language, than Chinese, my “second” language.)

When your character is going speak unintentionally in their second language instead of their first one:
• When they’re tired, they could slip up and accidentally start a sentence with their second language. Generally, though, they realise and correct themselves before finishing the sentence
• When they were just thinking in their second language/ talking to someone in their second language. The shift from one language to the other is where they could get caught up
• If they were startled, after just speaking/thinking in their second language.

Keep in mind though, that people very experienced in both languages will probably not be tripped up as often. Your character who has been speaking their second language for 10 years is going to trip up a lot less than your character who’s only known their second language for 5 years.

Unrealistic scenarios:
• Slipping into their second language in the middle of a sentence accidentally, unless they forgot a word they needed to use
Unrealistic: “Ok so you’re going to go down the hall and— 他妈的! I forgot my homework on my desk! Gotta run and get it” (The Chinese is a swear)
Realistic: “We’re going to need a… 车? What do you guys call that again?” (The Chinese character is the one for car)

• Suddenly saying something in their second language, when they were just conversing in their first language. There’s a mental switch you need to make when changing from a conversation in one language to a conversation in another which makes those situations pretty unlikely.
Person 1: “Could you send the powerpoint to me?”
Person 2: “Just did that. Did you get the email yet?”
Person 1: “我– oh whoops. Sorry! Yeah, I just got it”
(Chinese character is the character for “I”)

Bilingual things you could include in your writing:
• Thinking in one language when doing one specific thing. For instance, I almost always do Maths in Chinese. The whole structure of the language and how the words for numbers work out means it’s a lot easier in Chinese than English.

• A conversation that’s a mess of two languages all mashed together. Frankenlanguages. As stated before, I’m personally better at English than Chinese. So, when I’m speaking in Chinese, it’s often with English words interspersed throughout when I forget the Chinese word. In that case, there is no mental shift between languages needed. Instead, you pull from both languages at once. Ex: “我今天在学校的时候跟我的 Chemistry 老师 discuss 我的essay on the effects of acid rain on 咯房的 roofs.” (Translation: today, at school, my Chemistry teacher and I discussed my essay on the effects of acid rain on the roofs of buildings.)

• Your character could speak one language at home and another language when at work/school/with friends. For example, I speak Chinese when I’m at home with my Chinese family and I speak English everywhere else because I live in Canada. This makes for interesting situations where, even though I am highly proficient in English, I lack some basic vocabulary. What is a blouse? Not really sure to be honest. I used to get “dress” and “skirt” confused a lot because I only used Chinese to refer to those things and thus never built up my English vocabulary in those areas. I’ve had to awkwardly describe the fruit I was looking for in stores before because I didn’t know the English name for it.

Anyway, if you need help with writing a bilingual character, feel free to shoot me an ask!


Pairings: ReaderxSweetPea

Warnings: Hinted at violence, mentions of blood, fluff, angst.

A/N: Hope you enjoy this lil not so lil fic, American Beauty//American Psycho will go up during the week. Let me know what you think my loves!


“Woah what happened you?”

“Fucking Ghoulie” Sweet Pea stomped inside your trailer and threw himself down on the couch. Eye bruising, head cut and lip swelling slightly. He was a sight to behold.

“Aww poor baby” you teased and he glared.

“Just fix it, that’s your job isn’t it?”

“I’m the gang medic not the gang slave” you shot back.

You kneeled on the couch in order to look properly at the cut on his head starting in his jet black hair.

“Wow Ynn on your knees for me? You tease”

“Careful Sweet Pea or your eyes will be a matching set” you played back. Always the same flirtatious exchanges that never mounted to anything.

Still on your knees you leaned further in, tilting his head down to reach the very start of the cut before starting to clean it out.

“You know you’re basically forcing my head into your chest right now yeah?”

“Are we complaining?” you dabbed an especially large amount of antiseptic on his head and he let out a hiss.

“Nope, never” he gripped your hips harshly and seemed to channel his pain into them, you didn’t really feel it at all.

“You’re crossing the line of doctor patient relationship SP” you put the steristrips on the cut and covered most of them with his hair to hide them before moving into the eye.

“Shame” he smirked. You sat back so you were cross-legged, pulling Sweet Pea closer to inspect his eye.

“This was just an excuse so you could spend the night looking deep in my eyes wasn’t it” he grins at you and you flash a small beaming bright light into his eyes.


“Yup your pupils dilated fine there” you laughing as he shoves you backwards before hovering over the length of your body. He shifts to prop himself up, still holding himself over you.

“No need to patch up the black eye now that I’m blind”

“You’re right, we should fix your lip though” you half catch him by the chin and drag him down closely, him willingly going. Your faces were mere millimeters away. He slowly closed his eyes but quickly you grab a cotton pad soaked in antiseptic and press it to his lip as he half howls in the pain of the burn and the surprise.

“You bitch!” He shoots up kneeling, leg either side of you as he pats dry his lip.

“That’s an odd way to say thank you” you smirk and he begins tickling you mercilessly as you were caught halfway between screaming and laughing.

“Okay truce truce truce!” He finally stopped as you began to turn slightly purple. You were regaining your strength as you both stared at each other sweetly, him still kneeling above you. His phone buzzing to life broke you both from your trance.

“Hello-Yeah-Yeah-Really?-FPs son?-yeah-Emm not I’m really busy-” he glanced at you apologetically and you bit your lip, averting your gaze “-okay-okay-Ill be right there-yeah-talk to you later”



“Will I have a bunch of you to stitch up later orrrr”

“No-” he laughed again “FP was busted for that murder thing on the Northside, typical that we get  the blame. But anyway he didn’t name names with the drug’s side of it so it’s time to follow the rules and start looking after FP jr, going over there now with the gang to let him know” he reluctantly got off the couch and fixed his jacket and collar in the mirror. Sweet Pea was fiercely loyal, especially to the Serpents. They had given him everything when his world was taken from him a few years ago. No one knew what that meant to him like you did. You were best friends ever since. You stood and behind him, helping to fix his collar.

“FP jr…oh waits he’s kinda hot, I wonder if he’s single?” you half whispered behind him, knowing it was driving him mental.

Suddenly Sweet Pea turned, grabbed onto you before turning again, half slamming you into the wall on which the mirror hung. You let out a slight sexually charged whimper at the sudden control he was taking and he smirked. Damn it you thought. He was inches from your face once again.

“Yeah, I thought so” he winked before releasing you, reveling in the little victory you just granted him while you cursed yourself.

“Maybe I should give him a phone call” you called after Sweet Pea as he went for the door.

“It’ll be the last phone call he ever gets” Sweet Pea half slammed the trailer door. He won the battle but you won that war.


Over the next few weeks you were introduced to Jughead and his subsequent Northside world. You found yourself falling slowly for the idea of the Northside, a place free from direct negative association. With the more time you spent in the north, the less you spent in the South and with Toni and Sweet Pea. It had not gone unnoticed, especially by Sweet Pea. He had wanted to like Jughead but your intense interest in him and his world had completely put him off, along with Jugheads initial reluctance to embrace all things Southside.

The rain hit off your tin roof viciously, it was nights like these you spent curled in your trailer often before chaos of a fight would ensue and your trailer would be full of casualties for you to repair. Tonight was no different.

“I mean god forbid you fight when it’s dry and sunny and Toy Story isn’t on the TV for fuck sake” you finished bonding together Fangs Fogarty’ check gnash with the medical glue, the enduring your rambles. You moved your way along the string of Serpents, repairing each as they told of their fight with the Northsiders before being interrupted by a “psycho girl with a gun”.

“Wait…where’s Sweet Pea?!” You searched around the room when you got to the end of the line and they began filtering out.

“He’s still with the police, he’s been in and out with them for for past month more than any of us so they kept him in longer” Fangs replied as the gang began to move on and out

“wait why so much?”

“All petty crimes, don’t worry, it’s only your fault” Rocky jeered before exiting.

“Wait what” you caught Fangs shoulder before he could slip out too.

“Well I mean you’re not around to rein him in lately so he’s bound to go off to his own devices to distract him”

“What do you mean I’m not around?!”

“Gotta ask yourself that question Northsider” Johnny scoffed before you pinned him to the door frame of the trailer with your forearm.

“What was that Johnny?” You bit.

“Noth-nothing yn sorry…thanks for realigning my wrist…”

“That’s what I thought” you jostled him back and he half fell out the door down the steps, Fangs laughing at him before he met your glare and stopped.

You began cleaning up the trailer and changing into your PJs before sitting and waiting for Sweet Pea to come with his own injuries. He didn’t. You spent the whole night sitting, looking at the door and waiting for your jet black haired friend to come in giving out about something or other. He didn’t. You eventually drifted off into a nightmare fueled sleep.

You woke in a cold sweat thinking of all the things that could have happened to him during the fight, during being in the holding in the prison, on the walk home, in his own trailer. The thoughts were eating you alive. 5.30am gleamed on the clock, he had to be home by now.

Dressed in your pj top, shorts and slippers you grabbed a dressing gown and threw it on before dashing across the trailer park to where Sweet Pea lived alone. You banged harshly on the door, fear and cold getting to you.

“Jesus Christ what?!?! Are you trying to wake the whole park?!?!” He half shouted, squinting and groggy. You just dove at him, arms wrapping tightly around his tall build.

“Woah what who died?” You didn’t answer and just held him slightly tighter.

“Okay seriously ynn who is dead?! Is it Hot Dog?! Oh please don’t say it’s Hot Dog!! Say it’s Fogarty before saying it’s Hot Dog! ” He pulled you inside his disgruntled trailer.

“I thought you died you big jerk! Why didn’t you let me know you were okay!?” You went from hugging his chest to hitting his chest.

“Thought you’d be busy checking if your new Northsider boyfriend was okay, didn’t want to bother you with my Southside problems” you broke from him and looked extremely confused.

“Don’t give me that ynn, we all know it’s what you want. A nice, happy, safe home, away from all this Serpent crap, it’s why you’re the medic now and stopped working jobs with me, don’t lie to me”

“Firstly I HAD to stop working jobs, I was the only one my mom had trained in her trade before she died so I didn’t have a choice there, secondly I wouldn’t dream of leaving my Serpent family, there crap is my crap and thirdly I can have a nice, happy, mostly safe home in the Serpent’s, it’s what I have!”

“IT’S NOT THE SAME! YOU WANT TO LEAVE! I KNOW YOU DO! YOU SHOULD JUST LEAVE ALREADY AND STOP PROLONGING THE INEVITABLE AND JUST LEAVE! YOU DESERVE BETTER THAN THE SERPENTS! You deserve better than me” his true feelings came to light once more, the eternal and never ending fear of being abandoned again. Your anger drained from you then.

“Sweet Pea I could never ever leave you, I could never ever leave the Serpents. You’re more deserving of love then you realise and Sweet Pea-” you took his face in your hands to force him to look down into your eyes. He placed his own hands over yours to hold them there.

“-I love you” your hands on his cheeks went around his neck and you pulled him down to meet your lips. His hands went to your sides. You broke apart and just held each other for a moment, your head buried in his chest and his resting on the top of your head.

“I lo-“ it was like his tongue was completely tied in itself and you could see him curse himself. He wasn’t used to hearing it, wasn’t used to saying it and wasn’t use to feeling it.

"its okay” you said into his chest.

“i love you too” he whispered against your hair.

“I’ll make sure you have a nice, happy, always safe home ynn, I won’t let anyone hurt you”

“You’ll never be alone as long as I’m around Sweet Pea, I’ll keep you safe from your own thoughts” you kissed again.

“I love you, you giant goof but if you ever scare me like that again, you’re going to need to go to a regional hospital” you winked.

“Ive got all I need in the medic that you are” he kissed you sweetly then again


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Title: Pissed

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Reader

Type: Platonic | Romantic | Familial | Other

Request: can you do prompts 17 and 20 for my boi Bill?

Prompts: I walked all the way to you in the rain, this is how much I love you.

You’re cute when you’re mad.

Warning: deadass pure fluff

You were pissed.

Not pissed in a way that would be resolved in a cool shower and clotted-cream chocolate. More pissed in a way that involved rolling up a sweater and screaming into it after slamming your door so hard the plaster on the wall around it cracked. The rage inside you pulsed like a living thing, a restless and furious and hot thing, seizing your bones and blood to fill you with this inexplicable urge to run and scream until your throat was raw and your lungs were sore.

Instead, you forced yourself to do your breathing. In for four, hold for seven, out for eight. And repeat. Repeat again. Until eventually your heartbeat was back to normal, and the restlessness in your legs had subsided.

You swallowed, hauling yourself off your bed and walking to the window. A heavy rain had started, creating streams that ran thick and silver down the roadsides. With the soothing patter of raindrops against the cloudy glass pane of your window, you began to think back to an hour ago.

It had started as a small fight. You and Bill, though loving each other endlessly, did clash on some things. He was empathetic and understanding, whereas you tended to be more brash an impatient, and this contrast in your personalities ground together at the most random moments, with unpleasant results.

In truth, you could barely remember what the fight was about. All you could recall was a lot of screaming and furious tears hot on your cheeks and even the shattering of what might have been a vase before Bill and bodily shoved you from the room and slammed the door in your face.

You ran all the way home, just missing the downpour.

And now, as you sat in your room tapping absently against your hands whilst trying to clear the frenzy of crazed and guilty thoughts swarming your brain, a faint knocking could be heard from downstairs.

You rose, a heavy feeling in your stomach. You knew it was Bill. Normally, you’d seriously consider leaving him on the doorstep, but the rainfall was thick and the wind was cold, so you reluctantly jogged downstairs and opened the door.

He stood, dripping wet without even an umbrella or a proper jacket. Despite your lingering anger at him, concern jumped the queue.

“Geez Bill-” you stepped aside, allowing him to go inside. “Come in then. You’ll get sick.”

His gaze was fixated on the floor as he lightly pushed past you, and when you shut the door, he was running a hand through his wet falls of dark hair and his teeth were catching his bottom lip anxiously.

For several seconds, there was silence save for the steady tattoo of rain on the roof as you both swallowed and shifted and glanced around, awkwardly turning away if you happened to catch each other’s eyes.

“Y/n-” Bill began nervously. You waited in silence for him to continue, knowing he often needed a while to harness his thoughts and prepare them for vocality. “I-I - can we not f-fight, please?”

You sighed as lightly as you could bear. “I don’t like fighting with you,” you mumbled. “I just sometimes think… what if we’re just too different to work?”

Bill’s pale eyes widened, and he grabbed your hand. “I w-walked all the way to you in the rain. That’s how much I l-love you.”

You looked up sharply. It wasn’t the first ‘I love you’ to ever pass between you two, but it felt infinitely more tender, more sincere, more solid.

“I love you too,” you mumbled. “I do. I just… worry. I’m sorry. For the fight, for everything, it just… I’m sorry.”

“Me, too,” Bill countered softly, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. You smiled, all too aware of the blush lining the contours of your face, before you pulled away.

“I’m gonna get the heater on,” you smiled. “You must be freezing.”

I’ve never been warmer, Bill wanted to say, but the words arrived at his mouth too late; you were already walking away, toward the boiler in the kitchen.

You returned ten minute later, with two huge mugs of tea and a spare set of sweaters and joggers. Tossing them at him, you set down the tea and told him, “get changed, yeah? I don’t want you getting a cold on my behalf.”

Bill smiled slightly. “Y-You’d never forgive yourself, right?”

You scoffed. “I’d never forgive you, more like. I never asked you to run through the rain for half an hour like a jackhead.”

“I w-w-wouldn’t mind if you were mad at me forever,” Bill grinned. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

You swallowed, feeling a tide of warmth flood your cheeks. “Don’t you try and butter me up, Denbrough. I still have baby pictures of you.”

Laughing at his slightly horrified face, you pushed the fresh clothes into his arms and ushered him out the door.

Your laughter rang in his ears as the door shut behind him.

I think of you.
I wish I didn’t.
I wish the rainy season in my head
Didn’t cause flashbacks.
Flashbacks of you and I
Kissing in flames of desire,
Making me burn up with the warm breaths
You would breath into my lungs.
Dammit I wish I could forget the
Way I looked under your glowing ember eyes.
You. You. You.
It’s always going to be you.
I made you into the hero,
My white knight
Here to slay my depression.
I somehow romanticized you
Into love because I remember how your kisses
Felt like a pinch
Here To distract
Me from another pain somewhere else inside me
I know now you were nothing but a band aid.
You just covered my wounds
You did no actual healing.
Oh but dammit
It is hurricane season and his love
Doesn’t act like umbrella
Like Your love did.
And dammit
It’s pouring inside my head-
He doesn’t know how to keep me warm
He doesn’t know how to pinch me
Dammit he is a stranger to depression
And you are a warm friend.
I need a kind greeting when I get to the door
But he only offers bad directions.
I am not asking for him to make the monsters go away
I’m only asking that he sit with me
While they visit.
But he thinks the darks spots in me
Are just the places
That need light.
He can’t see me in them
You knew my black
And called it my night
You told me that everyone needs
A dark place to rest every once a while.
Dammit you ruined me.
No one will ever get to map out my heart
Because it will only lead back to you.
I am just a bridge to you
Sorry I was a bridge to you
You lit your half on fire
I am just a burnt crisp of wood
That used to belong to something
That is longer existing.
Parts of me are no longer existing.
He tries to rebuild me
But the manufacturer
Is out of commission.
I am like a car without a roof
He can’t take me out in the rain.
I am thinking of you
And when you told me
That you were going to my life raft when
Waves took me under.
Well my heart is drowning
And he doesn’t know where
You left the boats
He doesn’t know where to dive in.
I am just a swimming pool of self loathing
He can’t see where to put the love to save me.
I’m thinking of you.
It will only ever be you.
In the monsoon raging in me
You are a bolt of lighting
And I am just another clash of thunder
Rumbling out in the distance after you.
Sometimes when the storm is pounding
I look into the puddles it’s created
In my reflection
I only see you.
I wish the rain drops didn’t feel so much like
Your kisses.
If they didn’t maybe I could let it wash me away
But the landslide only brings me
To the places you once were.
I am just another abandon beach;
My heart is just another place you once were.
—  You were my shelter in the storm but you have left my heart homeless.

Big Base Game Family House

So since it was requested a few times if I could build a BG house, I finally pulled my poo together and did it… and it turned out massive. Let’s just say I lost control of myself and ended up building a massive BG house for all your BG families, where they can fulfill their BG dreams and live a happy BG life.

There’s room for 2 adults, about 3 teens, 2 children and a toddler, if I recall correctly. There’s about 3 living rooms, one study, one hobby room, one lounge room, kitchen with breakfast area and a dining room. Under the roof there’s also another tiny TV room and another computer area. The backyard consists of a BBQ area, a gardening area, a big swimming pool and a small building I forgot the word for where your sims can hang out and chill in case it starts raining… or something.

  • 7 bedrooms - 2 adults… and many children
  • 6 bathrooms
  • Built on a 40x30 lot
  • Is completely CC free
  • Is pretty much too expensive for anyone - §315,247
  • Use bb.moveobjects on when placed
  • Download it from the gallery. ID is AvelineSims!

Please don’t reupload! Other than that you can do whatever the heck you want with it!

Should you be interested in watching the speed build, you can find it here [xx]

BTS Reaction to their S/O loving thunderstorms/severe weather


Jin would be a little shocked at first at how excited you got when you heard the faint rumble of thunder in the distance. He would find it cute and asked you to explain why you liked weather like this rather than sunny days. As you talked, he set up a little cozy nest near the window full of blankets and a few snacks. Though it wasn’t his thing, if it was yours, he’d love it with you. “Ready to watch the storm, sweetie?”

Originally posted by meganhyunhee


Yoongi would smile a bit. He never really found anybody who liked thunderstorms as much as he did. You both grew excited and talked about how you loved the sound of the pouring rain on the roof, the loud cracks of thunder and the greyness of the sky. He would snuggle you in a blanket and kiss you softly. “I didn’t think rainy days could be any better… but I think spending these rainy days with you, made it perfect…” he’d mumble as he cuddled you until you both calmly fell asleep.

Originally posted by kuromel


Hoseok would be a bit confused at first due to his love of bright warm days. As he saw how excited you got at such weather, he would get excited too! Though he would slightly jump with some loud cracks and bright flashes of lightning, he would love it. His jumps make you laugh, which make him smile and hold on to you tightly. “Oooo… I like sunny days more. Though the rain is starting to grow on me!”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


Namjoon loves rainy days, but not particularly thunderstorms. He didn’t mind them either way. He’d watch you staring out the window, laughing with excitement as the lightning flashed and lit up the dim house. He’d quietly sit with you and just watch you intently. “You’re such a goofball. Laughing at the thunder like that” he’d chuckle “but that’s why I love you. You’re so interesting… can you tell me why you love storms so much?” His eyes slightly sparkled with interest waiting for your words.

Originally posted by jiminrolls


Jimin just didn’t get it. He didn’t really like the rain. It made everything wet, going places was a hassle and it was so dark. Not to mention the loud noise that came with thunderstorms. He saw your eyes grow wide as the storm clouds were on the horizon. Jimin sighed at the sign of the rain. “Wait, you like these storms…? I-I’m sorry, jagi! Let’s go inside and watch it together.”

Originally posted by itschiminie


He would be excited right there with you. He didn’t see the big deal, but he wanted to enjoy it with you. He loves trying to make you smile so why not just dance around to the rhythm the rain was tapping out on the roof with the random booms of the thunder than made the base. The Lightning gave you strobe lights to flail about to as well. He’d take your hands, wiggle your arms about and twirl you around. “I love rain dancing with you, cutie pie!” Tae would giggle as your smile grew wider.

Originally posted by taestiny


He would be a bit scared of the thunder but never want to admit it. He hates the way it was so loud and how it rumbled the whole house. When the storm started, he curled in bed and hid under the covers that tightly wrapped him in a cocoon. You came jumping in excitedly, squeaking about how good the storm would be. He poked his head out slightly and shrugged. “I guess… can you just hold me until it’s over….?”

Originally posted by junqkookied

I’ll remind you

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst, slight swearing, death of a child, some fluff 

Word count: 2090

Summary: After a hunt gone terribly wrong the reader reveals a little secret to Dean to comfort him.

A/N: Omg guys I almost cried while writing the first half of this. Btw if someone already wrote a fic like this I’m gonna die. I was so proud when I had this idea lol. Gif is not mine [x] 

Silence. Silence was surrounding you; it weighed heavy on your chest and made you feel helpless and lost.

Dean drove the Impala through the dark night without saying one word. His grip on the steering wheel was so tight that you could see his knuckles turning white. The only sounds you could hear were the engine of Baby and the rain which drummed wildly on the roof of the car. Sam was fast asleep after the exhausting hunt you guys had just finished. You on the other hand couldn’t sleep; you were trying to focus on which raindrop would make it down the window, you were staring at, the fastest. Images of the hunt that had gone terribly wrong flashed through your mind. Tears burned in your eyes, blinking them away quickly you tried to think of something else.

This time it was really bad. It had been a kid. Jake Simmons.

The three of you had tried everything to save him in time before the vampire who had captured Jake and his parents, who were dead long before him, could hurt him.

When you had arrived at the nest it was too late. The little boy, who was no more than five years old had laid there on the cold floor of an abandoned warehouse. His clothes were all bloody and his teddy bear was a few feet away from him, also stained with blood.

Every time you closed your eyes, the sight of his lifeless body would send shivers down your spine.

So you silently sat in the backseat, with Jake’s bloody teddy bear clutched in your shaking hands, while trying to ignore the urge to cry uncontrollably.

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Summer Heat Part 4

Ready to get fucked up? Cuz you’re gonna get fucked up. Well. I hope so.

Synopsis: A fic where you and Shawn are camp councilors and you hate his guts. Sexual tension ensues.

Part 1  | Part 2   | Part 3 | Part 4 (you are here)

It’s just after midnight when you hear thunder shake the cabin. You sit up out of a dead sleep and look around just as another flash of lightning illuminates the room and is followed by a deep rumble of thunder. Rain starts pounding the old roof of the cabin and it is so loud you don’t know how Shawn could possibly be asleep.

You lay awake, staring at the curtain where the lightning seems to be constantly lighting up the sky. There was no way you were getting back to sleep. Storms like this always made you anxious, and the fact you were in a cabin that was more than twenty years old really didn’t help that anxiety. What if the wood stilts gaveway? What if the roof caved in? What if lightning struck it? The possibilities your brain came up with was endless.

On top of all that, you were worrying about the kids. Were they okay? What if their cabins got damaged? Had the director had the overnight crew move the kids to the main hall? What about clean up in the morning? If you didn’t get some sleep you would be useless if there were branches to clear away and debris to clean up.

“Hey,” Shawn says into the quieting room as a clap of thunder receded into the night air. You aren’t sure you actually heard him say something until he says “Hey.” again, but louder.

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Scared Of The Storm

Group: BTS


Excerpt: “lightning storms can be very striking,” as he looked down at you to see if you laughed; he just saw your wide eyes filled with tears and it suddenly dawned on him how scared you were.

Genre: fluff / angst

Length: 1.1k

Warnings: mentions of anxiety

A/N: anyone want to be my storm buddy?

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

The rain had begun softly, you watched as droplets made paths down the window and almost liked the calming rhythmic sound; you knew your boyfriend enjoyed the delicate pitter-patter as he often listened to the sound of rain whilst writing lyrics.

But you had heard the forecast on your drive to campus, so you weren’t completely falling for the calming sound when there was a promise of a big storm.

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wonhotmonsta  asked:

Hi! For the writing prompt thing, could you do 81 with Min Yoongi from bts, please? Btw congrats on 4k!! Thats awesome!

Thank you!!~ 💖

81. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?”

Min Yoongi (Suga) x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 287

Originally posted by yoonmin

“No Y/N,” he said taking your hand and increasing his walking speed. “Are you stupid? We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain? You’re soaking wet as it is, we better find shelter soon.”

“But Yoongi, the little drops are so pretty,” you pouted, stopping anyway. 

“Yeah yeah but I don’t care about that right now,” he said taking his jacket off and putting it over your head. “Because I will have to be the one to take care of you when you get sick after this.”

“But it would be worth it,” you giggled and he just sighed, he could never win an argument against you whenever you looked at him like that. 

“Can you at least come with me till I find shelter and then you can go dance in the rain or whatever,” he asked and you nodded, getting hold of his hand again. You wondered how it’s possible for it to stay so warm in this rain. You quickly found a closed down souvenir shop, luckily it’s roof was wide enough for you two to stand under. You stayed there in silence, watching the rain pour down.

“What? Don’t want to feel the rain anymore?” he laughed.

“I decided that your hand is too warm to let go,” you said squeezing it. 


“What did you say?”

“I said stop being so cute,” he answered, averting his gaze from you. 

“You’re the cute one. Blushing like that,” you chuckled.

“I blame you. You’re the source of all my heart problems,” he said, pulling you closer. “If you catch a cold, I will kill you myself.”

“Yeah, right,” you thought leaning your head on his shoulder.

Drabble Challenge! 1-100

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!

  1. Stop acting like a child!
  2. Retrace your steps.
  3. You don’t have to worry, I’m here.
  4. Don’t you just wanna reach out and touch it?
  5. I said “movie day”, not “moving day”!
  6. Fine, go out with your friends. I hope you have fun!
  7. That’s hot! Hot! Hot!
  8. What the hell did you do to my car?
  9. We’ve been married for years and you won’t even help me ____
  10. Do it now, or we won’t have sex for a month.
  11. Did you change all the clocks?
  12. It’s not a toy, it’s an action figure.
  13. Are we lost?
  14. Don’t tell me to stop, you’re not my mom.
  15. Where would I be without you?
  16. You ran over my foot!
  17. I’m like the hulk.
  18. Take out the trash or so help me God!
  19. Do we have a spare?
  20. You know I don’t like when the power goes out.
  21. Babe, that my ____(insert body part here)
  22. I am not telling you how I lost my virginity, nope.
  23. Shopping? For eight hours?
  24. Show me your texts or it’s over.
  25. I just had a couple drinks.
  26. Why haven’t they invented bowling on ice?
  27. Take notes. Watch and learn.
  28. You hit me!
  29. You lost…but you’re still MY little winner.
  30. It’s not that hard…that’s what she said.
  31. You spent how much?!
  32. You stayed home last weekend, come on. You’re coming this time.
  33. Did you just fart? ‘Cause you’re blowing me away.
  34. No, you’re not fixing it again. Call a plumber.
  35. 239 DVDs and yet nothing to watch.
  36. I said a pot of coffee, not just a cup. Go get the pot.
  37. Is it to late to say…celery?
  38. I have a headache, be nice for once!
  39. If I were famous…oh wait…I am!
  40. Just call me Gandhi.
  41. You’re sitting in front of a space heater in the middle of summer…
  42. Do it and I’ll shave your eyebrows.
  43. I’ve been looking everywhere!
  44. We can either just cuddle, or you can sleep on the couch?
  45. I’m stuck at the office.
  46. What is this? 20 questions?
  47. Explain why the remote and Cheetos are in the bathroom.
  48. I’m not eating frozen pizza for the third time this week.
  49. Have you seen my chainsaw?
  50. They’re not coloring books. They’re “adult” coloring books.
  51. Hand over the cheese grater, or else.
  52. Shut up and get off the dance floor.
  53. Do you like guacamole?
  54. It looks like you’re driving me to my death.
  55. You love me and you know it.
  56. You’re going deep SEA fishing?
  57. You’re not even a boyfriend, you’re kind of like a dog.
  58. Trust me, I’m a doctor. Well, kind of, not really. I have Hello Kitty bandaids though.
  59. …but my phone’s dying…
  60. What would you do for a Klondike bar?
  61. Explain why there’s a bra under your bed.
  62. They’re curtains, not window blankets.
  63. What would you do if you were locked in an elevator with me?
  64. Did the lights just flash?
  65. Take out the garbage! This is like the 10th time I’ve asked!
  66. It’s not a donkey. It’s a mule.
  67. I told you I don’t like boats, why’d you drag me out here?
  68. Shh, don’t say a word.
  69. Road trip?
  70. I just want to watch the sunset and you gotta be creepin’.
  71. How’d we end up at the Grand Canyon?
  72. Do you prefer colored pencils or crayons?
  73. Bear attacks are a legitimate fear.
  74. Blankets are for quitters.
  75. Get back here and put on some pants.
  76. You spent how much???
  77. You switched our pillows, savage.
  78. Egg Rolls aren’t meant to be breakfast.
  79. Any other day, I might just want to die.
  80. I warned you, if you were late one more time…
  81. Wanna runaway?
  82. I was kind of wondering if maybe…could we…you want to go to the movies with me?
  83. It was supposed to be perfect! Now everything’s ruined!
  84. Don’t trip.
  85. The best thing in the world is waking up beside you.
  86. You said you weren’t going to leave, no matter how hard things got.
  87. I just tell myself things will get better.
  88. Karma’s a b*tch
  89. Omg, this is my favorite song. Dance with me!
  90. It was an accident. I was cooking…I’m not going to the hospital.
  91. I think the roof is leaking, or it might just be raining inside.
  92. It’s a blizzard out yonder.
  93. I forgot we had a cat.
  94. You want to explain why my window is broke?
  95. Did you go through my underwear drawer?
  96. Why’s it so small?
  97. Amen.
  98. It was a dark and stormy day when…
  99. Your love is just a lie.
  100. *Make up your own*

Happy Writing!


There was nothing left to do. When the butterflies turned to dust that covered my whole room. So, I punched a whole in the roof. Let the flood carry away all my pictures of you. The water filled my lungs, I screamed so loud, but no one heard a thing. Rain came pouring down when I was drowning that’s when I could finally breathe. And by morning, gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally C L E A N

Skin by Annie Cardi

I’ve been forgetting things.

I’ll walk into a room and forget what I came to do. I’ll go to brush my teeth and realize I haven’t put toothpaste on the brush. I’ll put the kettle on and wonder what is that sound when it whistles. I open my mouth to sing and I find I can’t remember the lyrics or even the tune. I keep reaching for light switches that aren’t there.

When I tell Cal, he says, “You’re tired. I don’t know why you stay up so late.”

“No later than you,” I tell him.

“I don’t get up in the middle of the night,” he says. “I’ve seen you, Jinny.”

I’d thought he hadn’t. Most nights he’s snoring so loud the windows in our cottage shake. But I’m up every night, almost with a start, like I remembered something that I had to do, but I can never remember what it is once I’m awake. I slip out of bed and take my shawl and sit by the window, watching the waves crash over and over, water hissing and whispering like it has something to tell me.

“You need sleep,” Cal tells me, rubbing between my shoulder blades. “You need to be healthy if we want make a family.”

Cal wants children—two boys to help him with the fishing and two girls to help me with the house. But we haven’t been married that long and even though I cook and wash and clean and scrub, I still feel like a girl myself. I feel like I haven’t been a woman for that long. When I try to remember myself as a girl, it’s like trying to peer through the dark ocean to see a glimpse of something at the very bottom.

When Cal and I got married, everyone from the island came to the ceremony. Even though they filled my half of the church, I hadn’t known any of them for very long. I was an orphan, or I must have been, because no one who looked like me was there. Cal told me it was okay because we were family now. “The islanders love you and I love you and we’ll make a family of our own,” he said. He was bright and shining and handsome and all the island girls regarded me with jealous eyes when we danced our first dance. He was kind and gentle and when he looked at me, his eyes were soft and loving.

But even when we held hands and spoke our vows, I still felt like my hands were empty. Like I knew what it felt like to have my hands filled.

Cal strokes my hair and kisses my forehead. “Get some sleep and you’ll feel better in the morning.”

“Yes,” I say, “you’re right,” but I’m glancing out the window to where the ocean meets the sky.


Everyday I take Cal his lunch, when he and the other fishermen return with their catch. They’ve been on the sea for hours now, since well before dawn, so it’s always something hearty—bread and cheese and meat and fish and an apple if we’re lucky.

The other men nod and tip their hats at me. “Good morning, Jinny,” they say. To Cal, they grin.

“Now that’s a good wife,” one says.

“Lucky you caught her,” another says.

The fishermen care a good deal about luck, the good and bad and what little they can control. Wearing green is bad luck, because it makes the boat seek land. Blue paint on a lobster boat is bad luck. Seeing a dolphin is good luck; seeing a shark is bad luck. It’s bad luck to have a woman on board, so I always wait on the dock.

When Cal kisses me, his mouth is stiff. “Thank you, Jinny,” he says. “I’ll see you at home tonight.”


I don’t go home right away. I walk along the shoreline, watching the gulls dive and the waves rub against the shore like a cat. The sky is grey as the sea and the clouds are stretched like sheets. A storm on its way.

How do I know? I’m not the daughter of a fisherman, raised to recognize the signs of a storm, but I feel it coming.

There were so many things I don’t know, I lose count when I think of them: how much tea is in the tin, where I left the pin cushion, how many years I’ve been on the island, what happened to my family, on and on and on.

The things I do know are easier: how long to leave the sheets on the line so they smell like fresh water, that Cal likes an apple with lunch when we’re lucky enough to have them, when the tides move out and in again.

I can’t remember swimming, but I know I can swim.

now now now now the waves whisper to me.

I don’t take off my dress, just my shoes. I waded in until the waves curl around my ankles and knees and wrists, until the water lefts me up and I feel light and happy and strong. In the distance I see sleek heads bob in the distances—seals. For a second I think they’re off to follow the fishing boats, but they stay, watching me.

I dive beneath the waves and when I surface again I’m not gasping but laughing.

When I trudge out of the ocean, there’s a small crowd of women watching me from the distance. I pretend not to notice them as I gather my shoes and march back to the house.


I tell Cal about swimming when he comes home that night. It’s not a secret, and I expect him to take it as a joke. Instead he paces around the kitchen with his head against his head.

“Jinny, you can’t do that,” he says. “What if you’d drowned?”

“But I didn’t,” I says. “I know how to swim.”

“Of course you do,” he says. “But the ocean, you don’t know what it’s like. Not really. In a moment it can change and you’re swept out to see. I’ve seen it—men, strong men, good swimmers, swept away never to be seen again. You’re young; you don’t know these things.” He kneels before me, taking my hands, eyes shining with desperation. “Please, never go in the water again. I don’t want to lose you.”

“I’m fine,” I say, but his hands tighten around mine. “I’m right here.”

“Promise me,” he says.

My mouth flaps open like a fishes until I manage to say something like, “I won’t go swimming again.”

His hands grip tighter, even as his voice is soft. “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you,” is what I tell him.


That night the rain taps against the roof of our cottage and Cal’s snoring and I’m at the window again, watching the sheets of water against the sky and the churning ocean. And when I realize it, it’s like surfacing from the water.

It was a night like this when I met Cal.

I’d been lost and the ocean was stirring under the storm and I crawled ashore. I was young and lost and confused. I shed my skin and waited for the storm to pass, but once it did I saw Cal walking across the beach, and I left my skin behind and forgot about it.

I forgot about everything.

These legs and arms are mine, but they’re meant for dancing, not for cooking and cleaning and sleeping beside a human.

These legs are for running.

I hear Cal shouting my name behind me, but I’m already outside and running silent and fast through the storm. “Don’t leave me!” he shouts. “Please don’t leave me!” I don’t turn around and eventually I his voice fades into the rain and thunder and wind.

Cal knows many things. He knows that killing an albatross or gull is bad luck. He knows to coil a rope clockwise, not counter-clockwise. He knows that if you take a selkie woman’s skin and hide it, she will become your wife, that selkie women make excellent wives.

And he knows that we leave.


It’s on his boat, where I’m not supposed to go. He stuffed in in a trunk, under nets and rope and fishing line, as if he was afraid it would swim off on its own.

I remember dancing with Cal at our wedding, how his eyes shined with candlelight when we sat together at dinner, how he was young and bright and handsome. I remember how he told me I was tired, that I was young and foolish, that I had no family except for him.

When I slip my skin on, all the things I remember everything. I remember the rock of the ocean, the flash of my teeth, the shine of a school of fish, how the starlight reflects off water, how I am made of starlight and ancient and fierce and no one’s to keep.

I do not forget.

Alex and Water

It was always Kara that was scared of thunderstorms.

“They weren’t like this on Krypton,” she’d say when they were kids as she huddled into Alex’s bed, into Alex’s body, under Alex’s covers.

It was always Kara that had a hard time with showers.

“They’re so loud, and it’s like a rainstorm just on you,” she say when they were kids as Alex drew her a bath instead.

It was always Alex that was in the water.

Always Alex that was surfing, paddle boarding, swimming, diving.


Always Alex that was laughing.

Alex doesn’t drive out to the beach anymore.

She will again.

One day.


But not now.

And Maggie catches on quickly that the sound of running water terrifies her, now.

Sends her into a cold sweat, now. Which scares her too, now.

So Maggie only does the dishes when Alex isn’t home.

She only showers when Alex is out of the apartment. 

She fills up all their ice trays, all their water bottles, when Alex is still at work.

She controls everything she can for the woman she loves.

Water itself. She controls it.

She helps Alex give herself baths with wet washcloths.

She helps Alex breathe through the anxiety and she helps Alex breathe through the night terrors.

She controls everything she can for the woman she loves.

But she can’t control the damn weather.

The damn thunderstorms.

And, naturally, the first rain after Alex’s torture has to be a damn thunderstorm.

Maggie thanks whatever powers there might be that Alex is home, that she’s home, when it starts.

When rain starts pattering on the roof, on the windows. When lightening starts flashing and thunder starts screaming.

And Alex starts screaming, too.

Moaning, more like. And rocking. Hugging herself back. And forth. And back. And forth.

She gasps for air like she’ll never have any more, because god, she almost didn’t.

Maggie pulls her close and Maggie puts her hand on her chest and Maggie kisses her forehead.

“Breathe out into my hand, babe. You can do it, Alex, you’re a badass, remember Danvers? Breathe out into my – yeah, just like that. See? That’s right, sweetie, one more. One more. There you go. I got you. I got you. I got you.”

Her breathing is still ragged and her breathing is still too loud, too much gasp and not enough oxygen, but there’s some. There’s enough.

Until the door slams open and they both jump and reach for their guns, but it’s Kara, it’s Kara, it’s only Kara.

She’s drenched and she looks defeated and she looks almost as terrified as Alex does.

Maggie puts two and two together before either of her Danvers girls can say anything, and she points to the closet where she keeps extra towels.

“Dry yourself off, toss on fresh clothes, and get over here, Sunshine,” she tells her, and Kara says nothing.

She just obeys.

When she’s towel-dried her hair, her face, and she’s padded into the bathroom to strip out of her cardigan and pull on one of Maggie’s oversized NCPD t-shirts and basketball shorts, she curls up next to her big sisters on the bed.

“You okay?” she asks Alex, and Alex is trying to be, trying to be, trying so damn hard to be.

She opens her arms for Kara, and Maggie opens her arms for them both.

They stay that way – holding onto each other like lifelines, because that’s exactly what they are – until the long after the storm passes, until long after the birds start to chirp again.

“Potstickers?” Maggie whispers when she thinks it’s safe, when she thinks both of her girls feel something that might, again, resemble safe.

They turn to her with identical grins, and Maggie just tosses her head back and laughs.

“Two paychecks worth of potstickers it is,” she teases, and she’s never been so happy to spend her money on comfort food.


episode three - head full of snow

  • ❝ no, no, it’s too early to fry the onions. ❞
  • ❝ no mistake. you are to come with me, [] . ❞
  • ❝ i wish i was but a thief. i am not. ❞
  • ❝ i am of death. ❞
  • ❝ that is me
  • ❝ they will be sad for a time, and then they will find happiness again. ❞
  • ❝ this is how they will find me ❞ 
  • ❝ it is my thanks. ❞
  • ❝ come. ❞
  • ❝ it is perfect. ❞
  • ❝ this is not queens. ❞
  • ❝ i was using that
  • ❝ i tried my best. ❞
  • ❝ your best is good. ❞
  • ❝ choose. ❞
  • ❝ careful !
  • ❝ what are you looking at up there ? ❞
  • ❝ it is a ––– thing. not a god. like a god. it is a bad thing. ❞
  • ❝ if it escapes, it will eat the whole of everything. ❞
  • ❝ if he escapes, the thing in the stars, the world is over. like that. ❞
  • ❝ cold doesn’t bother me. this time is my time. ❞
  • ❝ when is your time
  • ❝ i don’t want my fortune told. ❞
  • ❝ virgins have the advantage. ❞
  • ❝ oh, no. you have nothing. you believe in nothing, so you have nothing. ❞
  • ❝ you are on a path from nothing to everything. ❞
  • ❝ you had something, recently, you lost it. ❞
  • ❝ you keep giving away your life. you don’t care much whether you live or die, do you ?
  • ❝ the world’s not what i thought it would be. ❞
  • ❝ you’d rather die than live in a world with bears in the sky. ❞
  • ❝ i can help you. but first, you must do something for me. you have to kiss me. ❞
  • ❝ i have not ever been kissed. i do not know if i like it. ❞
  • ❝ kissing is disgusting. but in a nice way … like … bleu cheese, or brandy. ❞
  • ❝ just take it. here. ❞
  • ❝ don’t lose this. don’t give it away. ❞
  • ❝ you’ve been given protection once. you had the sun itself. i can give you the moon. it’s the daughter, not the father. ❞
  • ❝ i think you got weak. ❞
  • ❝ no one needs to know but me. ❞
  • ❝ you deserve better than this. ❞
  • ❝ there is food, there is roof, what more do you need
  • ❝ in the old country, you were draped with pearl. loved, feared, waited upon. excess suits you. ❞
  • ❝ things will be better again soon enough. ❞
  • ❝ this thing you want to do, you will fail. and they will win. ❞
  • ❝ come, walk with me. ❞
  • ❝ it will rain. ❞
  • ❝ since when were you afraid of getting a little wet 
  • ❝ you only get to fool me once. ❞
  • ❝ still so beautiful. ❞
  • ❝ i want knowledge over comfort, over all things, always. ❞
  • ❝ they will kill you this time. ❞
  • ❝ do you remember when we were young
  • ❝ what have you done
  • ❝ i can taste you on the rain. ❞
  • ❝ what else can i taste
  • ❝ we’re gonna rob a bank. you want some coffee
  • ❝ you won’t shoot. ❞ 
  • ❝ don’t push your luck. ❞
  • ❝ you okay there ?
  • ❝ you a rapist ? murderer
  • ❝ i’m not a drunk. ❞
  • ❝ why are you smiling
  • ❝ it was a long time ago. ❞
  • ❝ i spent the day waiting for a man who will not see me. ❞
  • ❝ i have been in this place for a week and it has done nothing but eat my money. ❞
  • ❝ they know nothing about my people here. ❞
  • ❝ i’m in room 318. ❞
  • ❝ i wish you can see what i see. ❞
  • ❝ i do not grant wishes. ❞
  • ❝ have a little faith, [] . ❞
  • ❝ you’re my bodyguard. that means you guard my body. is that right ?
  • ❝ you do not look happy. ❞
  • ❝ do not bleed before you are wounded. ❞
  • ❝ c’mon, let me buy you a hot cocoa. ❞
  • ❝ why are you talking about marshmallows ? like i’m WORRIED about marshmallows ! … yeah, i like marshmallows. ❞
  • ❝ think ‘snow’. ❞
  • ❝ we’re here. well, i’m here. you’re somewhere else. ❞
  • ❝ plenty of suffering to go around. ❞
  • ❝ i think that’s enough. ❞
  • ❝ i thought of snow. ❞
  • ❝ i love this place. food’s not particularly good, but the ambiance ? unmissable. ❞
  • ❝ i’m not hungry. ❞
  • ❝ who says you have to be hungry to eat
  • ❝ one of those things is science, okay ! the other is fantasy. you’re talking about them like they’re apples and oranges. ❞
  • [, at best, you suffer from a lack of imagination. we’re gonna have to fix that. ❞
  • ❝ you look like a man who’s fallen on hard times from a great height. ❞
  • ❝ you can’t afford to be too careless with a lucky coin. ❞
  • ❝ i plucked it out of thin air, is how i plucked it out of thin air, you bug eating nonce. ❞
  • ❝ i threw it. away. ❞
  • ❝ oh, you fucker. ❞
  • ❝ nice to meet you, asshole, i’m [ ] , [] to my friends. ❞
  • ❝ i’m going to leave you with one question. if, at the end of this night, you do not end up in jail, will you believe in me
  • ❝ you believe in me now
  • ❝ i think i deserve a little more faith than that. ❞
  • ❝ this is the only country in the world that wonders what it is. ❞
  • ❝ it’s still just pretending, like i’m pretending now, like you. ❞
  • ❝ what am i pretending
  • ❝ you are pretending you cannot believe in impossible things. ❞
  • ❝ i’d be genuinely deluded if i believed in that shit. ❞
  • ❝ if you are deluded, i believe it’s genuine. you don’t strike me as the disingenuous type. ❞
  • ❝ no, see, delusions feel real, okay, that’s why they’re delusions. none of this feels real. it feels like a dream. ❞
  • ❝ what a beautiful, beautiful thing to be able to dream when you’re not asleep. ❞
  • ❝ i’ve crossed enough paths to know one in four people are rock stupid. even the smart ones have got some kind of delusion they believe in, whether it’s gods or ghosts. ❞
  • ❝ do you believe in love ?
  • ❝ so you didn’t believe until you did, and then the world changed because you believed. ❞
  • ❝ belief is only a product of the company we keep and how easily we scare. and you do not scare easily. ❞
  • ❝ the only thing that scares me is being forgotten. i can survive most things, but not that. ❞
  • ❝ very best part of memory is that it’s mostly about forgetting. ❞
  • ❝ we remember what’s important to us. ❞
  • ❝ i wonder what’ll be the first thing that drifts through your mind when you look back on this evening. ❞