#525600 moments with you

[nattaphum]

Mileapo x Srichand live [19.09.2023] - highlights ✨

*all translations without links are google translations from thai tweets*

Mileapo flirty eyes at the beginning of the live just to warm up the atmosphere ahahah

They played a game where they had to put each other’s IG posts in chronological order

Mile got them all wrong except one lmao. He said it was difficult because Apo never posts according to the timeline; he updates his posts randomly (okay but that’s true jadjdkd)

The set of photos below is the one arranged by Mile, the one on top is the set in the correct chronological order

It was very cute when Apo described all the pics and when he arrived to the pic from China, he said: “here, i didn’t go with p’Mile” because all the others were moments he has shared with him 🥹

When it was Apo’s turn to arrange the pics, he got the order perfectly right like a real greenyrose

Apo's comment: i've been paying attention to pmile's life

OKAY

Quiz from the host

Host: tell what the number 525600 represents

Apo: *answers fast because he feels he knows the answer* the time you take to walk from the earth to the moon.

Mile: the number of minutes in a year

*Spoiler: mile’s answer is correct*

Mile: *makes fun of Apo because he invented walking to the moon*

Apo: *laughs* you make me feel dumb

Mile: naaah, you have good imagination

(he makes fun of him but always protects him <3)

Smoothiegate part 5 😂 (prev)

Apo said that one of Mile’s secrets he’d like to know is: "Do you think I like coffee or smoothies?" (Ahaakskhsh such a teaser)

Mile: suppose you could go back in time and solve any answer. Someone would ask again what drink Po likes most in life. Po would answer…..

Apo: I like smoothies 😃

Mile: *bitter* Okay… Okay… Okay…….

LMAOOOO

The host asks them the same question:

To Mile: If you could switch bodies with Apo for one day, what would you do?

Mile: i would post on every social media that i love coffee

(HE WON’T STOP WILL HE AKSKSL)

To Apo: If you could switch bodies with Mile for one day, what would you do?

Apo: I would take off my shirt and flex my muscles in the mirror.. he’s so handsome

APO PLSSSSSSS

They both got scared lol

The host asked them to role play as each other

Apo: if Mile likes something, he then comes and gives it to me and tells me, do you want it? He likes to share

:)

Then they both started doing an impression of the other and they were sooo chaotic.. apo was moving really slow while mile started running around while eating 😂

Mile then offered his mooncake to apo proving that what apo had just said it’s true ❤️

Silly dance time :D

Apo after finishing dancing: when i was dancing i thought i was BTS

(lmaoooo what 🤣)

By the end of the live:

Apo: Where are we going?

Mile: We’re going to France, right?

Apo: Yes yes yes

Mile: for Dior and Business of Fashion

YAAAAY. The date is september 26 btw;)

[eazy-peazy54]

you know this matpat video? yeah you probably do. (before you click read more, watch it)

anyways, i have decided that it is outdated, since it is from the far past (2017)

so, i give to you, my modernized rendition of this theory, and a shit ton of math to go with it. enjoy.

here we go.

there are now 277 Spongebob episodes, so 277 x 1,320 = 365640

The bee movie is still gonna be the same length, so I copied Matpat here, so 7136 seconds OR 7136 x 365,640, which equals 2,609,207,040 seconds (holy shit)

as of today, (February 14th, 2023 (happy valentines day,)) there are 740 episodes of the Simpsons, so i did the math (740 x 2145)

meaning that there are 1,587,300 (approximately 1.5 million words) in total.

SO. THAT MEANS 1,587,300 TIMES EVERYTHING ELSE WE GOT HERE.

i am just now realizing this is gonna take ages but oh well

now it's time for every video uploaded to youtube.

so there are a LOT more videos on youtube now. (We aren't gonna count youtube shorts because hell no)

hours per minute (500) x the amount of mins in a year (525600) x the amount of years youtube has been alive (18 years. (also it turns out youtube's anniversary is today, so happy birthday youtube! :D))

so 500 x 525,600 x 18 = 4,730,400,000 hours of content. holy shit. why am i doing this.

alright, we're getting close to the end. ITS TOY STORY TIIIMEE and i am NOT counting toy story four because the meme strictly says TRILOGY.

also i am lazy.

4 hours, 36 minutes (or 16,561 seconds) 84.6% of the time, the color green is on the screen, so that means 16,561 x 84.6% = 14,011 seconds with green. (you most likely already knew this because you probably already watched the video)

matpat did the math for me here so i know that there are 34,085 syllables in the ice age pentolagy.

RECAP TIME: 365,640 seconds of spongebob x 7,136 seconds of bees x 1,587,300 simpson vowels x 4,730,400,000 hours of youtube x 14,011 seconds of green in the toy story trilogy x 34,085 syllables in the ice age pentolagy

converted into seconds: (vowels and syllables not included)

(the youtube time was very hard to calculate.)

4,730,400,000 = 149 years, 10 months and 25 days

149 years first. there are 365 days in a year so 365 x 149 = 54,385 days. 86400 seconds in a day, so 86,400 x 54,385 = 4,698,864,000 seconds (oh boy.)

the 10 months come next. there are 304.167 days in 10 months so 304.167 x 86400 seconds in a day = 26,280,028.8 seconds in total

2,160,000 seconds are in 25 days

2,160,000 + 26,280,028.8 + 4,698,864,000 = 4,727,304,028.8 seconds in total.

meaning our whole total (finally) will be the result of:

365,640 x 7,136 x 1,587,300 x 4,727,304,028.8 x 14,011 x 34,085

now. the moment you all have been waiting for. the answer. the answer that might break my computer.

im gonna do this bit by bit

365,640 x 7,136 = 2,609,207,040

2,609,207,040 x 1,587,300 = 4,141,594,334,592,000

4,141,594,334,592,000 x 4,727,304,028.8 = 19,578,575,583,572,016,804,249,600 (holy sweet mother of jesus.)

19,578,575,583,572,016,804,249,600 x 14,011 = 274,315,422,501,427,527,444,341,145,600 (WE'RE ALMOST DONE I PROMISE.)

274,315,422,501,427,527,444,341,145,600 x 34,085 = A WHOPPING 9,350,041,175,961,157,272,940,367,947,776,000 SECONDS.

9,350,041,175,961,157,272,940,367,947,776,000 seconds in total

aka: a LOT.

if you convert it into hours (which im too tired and lazy to do, since ive literally spent an hour on this. also none of the calculator sites on my computer even support the equation) please let me know

in conclusion, NEVER AGAIN. also happy birthday youtube yadda yadda yadda

in all seriousness, this was very fun. also very stressful. hope you enjoyed whatever this is

[manateia-seriallove]

525600 Minutes

1 year, 525600 minutes, how can it be a year already, when it always feels like yesterday.

I miss you so much, I miss our little bickering over which song we should do next on "just dance", I miss our girl nights when we tried really weird mask supposedly looking like animals, I miss our endless discussion about characters we like, I miss our crazy moments, I miss hearing you talk about the new amazing 125 volumes' manga you just discover and finding very good reason why you should obviously read them all.

I try to keep you with me, rewatching all this beautiful stories we watch together, some i made you discover (there may never be another season of Good omens), some you made me discover (I would really have need you with me to watch that last season of Yound royals), I know it may not be the healthiest way to grieve, but that's the best i can find to not spend my time curl up in a ball crying under my cover.

I can't find it in me to empty your bedroom, you're little sister find a new habit of wanting to touch your clothes, your brother "stole" some of your manga figurine, don't worry he take very good care of it.

I love you.

[letsdiskuss24]

How many minutes in a year

A year consists of 365 days or you can say 52 weeks. And also a year consists of 525600 minutes. Time is a never-ending river of human life. If you respect your time and use it accordingly to your best things. Then every moment of your life will be a good thing. But if you don't respect the time and just live in your comfort zone. 

[alexdxnverss]

525,600 moments with you // in cups of coffee

Read on AO3

Because Alex Danvers measures her first year with Maggie Sawyer in all the little moments that she’ll learn from and never forget.

in daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee, in inches, in miles, in laughter and strife. journeys to plan, in truths that she learned, or in times that she cried, in bridges she burned, the way that she died, the life of friends, measure in love (these will be updated with links as the chapters get posted

They have people for this, people whose job it is to run around fulfilling small errands. Still, if she’s free, Alex now insists that she can run down to the NCPD to hand over files or collect paperwork, and really, it’s no trouble at all, she’s heading in that direction during her break anyways.

The first few weeks, there’s confused glances shot over at J’onn as Alex lifts files out of the hands of other agents and heads quickly for the door, but J’onn just shoots Alex an exasperated look (there’s amusement in his eyes, though, and everyone can see it), and waves the agents on to find some other task to complete.

Maggie tried, for a little while, to hide the way she instantly brightened whenever Alex walked into the control room, flashing her FBI badge. People stop questioning why the FBI is always hovering around cases in National City, because soon it’s clear exactly who the government agent is when Detective Sawyer can barely stop herself from following Agent Danvers around the room with her eyes. Any doubt is gone when Alex’s work at headquarters is done, and instead of leaving, she always heads straight for Maggie’s desk, and Maggie grins and scoots over in her chair so Alex can sit down, and the two women practically glow as they talk and laugh together for a few minutes, heads close, before Alex inevitably gives Maggie a small squeeze and gets up to go.

It’s jarring, Detective Maggie Sawyer, always the professional, one of their best cops, always down to business, being so human. It scares the interns, who seem to be waiting for the other shoe to drop, but the older cops, the one’s who have been on the force with Maggie for years, place bets on how long it’ll take for Maggie to loosen up enough to let Alex kiss her at work before she leaves.

It’s a lost bet for all of them, partially because Maggie isn’t stupid and knows she’s still at work and knows that they’re already skating the line of too much PDA while she’s still working and Alex is supposed to be dropping in for professional reasons, and partially because Maggie catches wind of the betting a few days after it had starts, and she tells Alex, and (after that time when Alex dropped by four times in a week and didn’t even stop by Maggie’s desk, when she and Maggie didn’t even glance at each other once, though anyone looking too closely would have seen the small smirks on both their faces, and everyone is suddenly scrambling to change their bets) it’s almost two months later when Maggie grabs Alex’s arm as she stands to leave, and Alex smiles and lets one hand tip Maggie’s chin up as she leans back down, and their paperwork intern drops the pile of case files he was holding on the other end of the room and sheets go flying.

The DEO busts an alien trafficking ring selling off-planet drugs to humans (the results weren’t pretty), and when they finish interrogating the affiliated humans, they go straight down to NCPD to be dealt with on that end. Alex accompanies the convoy downtown (no one even blinks anymore when Agent Danvers wordlessly attaches herself to NCPD errands) and oversees the hand-off and the paperwork. Then, when everything has been dealt with, Alex leaves the others to head up to the squad room to pay Maggie a visit.

It’s lunch time, and Alex is half expecting to pass by Maggie eating with some of the other officers, but the balcony where they tend to take to take a quick lunch is devoid of the brunette, and a glance out a window tells Alex that Maggie isn’t out in the station’s courtyard either. Maggie’s taken to making sure that she doesn’t eat while working after chasing Alex for not looking out for herself, and by the time Alex reaches the squad room, she’s pretty sure that Maggie has to be holed up in a meeting or something. Alex wouldn’t be surprised: a brawl in a bar downtown last night had kept her out (and Alex reading on the couch waiting, even exhausted as she was after her own bust) until almost four in the morning, and Maggie had barely gotten two hours of sleep before giving Alex a quick kiss to the temple and scooting to work with her unfinished paperwork.

The second Alex steps into the room, she’s pretty sure that she hears at least two different people exhale something that sounds suspiciously like, “Oh, thank God.” Puzzled, she weaves through the desks, brightening as she spots the top of Maggie’s head.

“Hey, Maggie!”

Maggie’s hunched over her desk, resting her head against one of her hands as she reads and taps the table with the pen in her hand. She doesn’t really seem to notice Alex’s approach, or register her voice. Alex frowns, shooting a glance around the room for some kind of hint as to what’s up, but everyone seems to be studiously avoiding looking in their direction.

“Mags,” Alex says, a little louder. Maggie jolts in her seat, the pen flying. She quickly looks up at Alex, who barely has time to hide her amused look.

“Oh, hey,” Maggie manages, eyes wide and looking slightly confused. “What’re you doing here?”

“I thought I’d swing by since I was here and see if you wanted to go get lunch, but clearly food isn’t that high on your priority list right now.”

Maggie raises an eyebrow, looking back at her desk with a look that almost seems to tell Alex that she hasn’t seen any of the paperwork in front of her before this moment.

“Is it lunch time already?” Maggie asks, rubbing her temples and shooting Alex a sheepish grin that’s almost Kara-worthy. “Sorry, guess I just got carried away.”

“Babe,” Alex says, “I’m pretty sure you were just dozing off.”

“... no?”

“Yes.”

“No, really, I wasn’t-”

“Maggie, I have eyeballs. And also, this is me you’re trying to argue with.”

Maggie huffs, shifting over in her chair as a clear invitation for Alex to squish in next to her. The taller woman does, wrapping one arm around Maggie’s waist and shooting a look over Maggie’s head at everyone hastily averting their eyes again that threatens certain death if anyone tries to pull anything.

“What’s up, Maggie?” Alex asks, keeping her voice low.

Maggie, in a very uncharacteristic move that Alex hasn’t really seen from her ever, just kind of flails both hands at the pile of folders on her desk, then sighs.

“It’s just a lot,” she finally comes up with. “Except not really, and this is definitely nowhere near the most case files I’ve had to get through? But my head’s killing me and everything’s just kind of…”

Maggie frowns, fingers drumming her desk as she tries to come up with the right word.

Alex, on the other hand, has been watching Maggie carefully since she walked into the room, and now she’s pretty sure she has a good inkling of what’s off in her girlfriend’s normally unshakable routine at work.

“Want me to get you a coffee or something?” she asks, and knows she’s hit the mark when Maggie let’s out a longing sigh and slumps against Alex.

“Don’t bother, the coffee machine’s been broken all morning and no one’s been able to fix it,” Maggie says. “Should have made myself a cup before I left this morning.”

“I can go get you some from the place down the road,” Alex offers, and she’s sure she’s never seen Maggie perk up that quickly before.

“Seriously?” Maggie asks, then at Alex’s nod she lets out a quiet squeal that’s normally reserved for the privacy of home and throws her arms around Alex, completely ignoring the money that’s now passing hands around the squad room. “Oh my god, Alex, you’re the best.”

Alex laughs and lets Maggie give her a quick peck on the lips before she gets up and walks to the doors, but as soon as she hits the hall, Alex practically jogs down the stairs and across the street to get Maggie two cups of coffee from the cafe across the way, and then to the drugstore a block down the road to get something for Maggie’s headache. Maggie practically lights up when Alex gets back, taking the medicine and both cups from her and practically gulping down the first few sips.

“God, have I told you that you’re the best girlfriend ever?” Maggie asks, pulling Alex down for a quick kiss on the cheek.

“It may have come up, yes,” Alex replies, and she hovers by Maggie’s side for another few minutes until her phone beeps with a call from the DEO. Maggie walks down to the exit with her, ignoring the look of the receptionist and she gives Alex a proper kiss.

“Stay safe,” Maggie says, as she always does. “And thank you, for the much needed caffeine.”

Kara, as it turns out, visits the NCPD within an hour of Alex leaving to talk to an officer about her scheduled appearance at an event to help out some charities. No one’s surprised when Supergirl swings by to talk to Detective Sawyer, even though a few people blink when she’s suddenly gone from the room and then back again, dropping off another large cup of coffee with a laugh and a goodbye. No one stops to comment on the strange closeness between Detective Sawyer and National City’s resident hero, because Maggie’s now well back up to her usual standards of awareness but with the slightly dangerous addition of excess energy. No one’s quite willing to get on her nerves with that combination going, so Maggie is left to her devices as she does her usual rounds, finishing her case files and doing a quick patrol around the neighborhood and her usual check of the streets around L-Corp. She ends the day stuck in a patrol car with an extremely chatty rookie, waiting for a suspect to show up at his house so that they can bring him in for a quick interrogation.

Maggie starts twitching ten minutes before their guy pulls up, the warrant crinkling between her fingers.

Alex is texting Kara in bed when Maggie gets back, coming in through the door with an almost finished slice of pizza in her hands. Alex barely has the time to look up and say hello before Maggie’s done cramming it into her mouth, stripping off her jacket and falling into bed besides Alex.

“How was-”

“Mngh, crashing so hard right now, babe,” Maggie mumbles, tugging Alex down to lay besides her. Maggie’s out like a light within the minute, and Alex carefully pulls the sheets up over them, feeling Maggie’s heart still going slightly jittery when she pulls the detective closer.

Alex nuzzles into the top of Maggie’s head, and makes a mental note to remind Kara not to try and provide more aid the next time Alex texts and says she’s made a coffee-run for a detective in need.

[bachiles]

525,600 Minutes

A repost but a song that has been in my mind again lately. A song has been going through my head lately and it definitely got me to thinking.  How do you measure a year? If I measured it in cups of tea–that would probably be at least 500 cups—who am I kidding?   730 is more accurate. If I measured a year in blog posts it would be about 300 give or take a few. If I measured a year in date…

[hacked-by-jake]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BLOG! 🥳🥂

The first anniversary celebration!

(11th July 2020 - 2021)

Today is the day! The day I’ve been waiting for the last few days so excited! *-*

The birthday of my blog and thus somehow also of me!

The day of means that I am on Tumblr for exactly one year now! AHHHHHHHHHH!!

I can’t believe it.

1 year

52 weeks

365 days

8760 hours

525600 minutes

31536000 seconds

When I first started writing a 'thank you', it was still almost two months to this day. And I think I’ve started over 8 times now, so if you can read this, I’ve finally decided. Or I was running out of time.

Well, I could start somewhere and start talking emotional stuff (I’ll probably do that anyway)

But now we come to some facts first:

34 Fanfictions (That’s about 75 thousand words!)

13 Prompt list based fanfictions

16 Headcanons

60 Ask Game short stories

70 (?) Imagine Game stories

I have:

3 Masterlists

1.467 Posts

147 Drafts (xD)

AND 900 FOLLOWER 🤯(And of course a huge thank you for that!🥺🥳❤️) (The next milestone has been reached ahhhhh🥳)

BOOM! WOAHH! AHHHHHH *still crying*

However, I can hardly believe it, in some moments I really doubt that I have been here for a whole year. In other moments I feel like I’ve been here all my life (now I can’t believe it’s actually been a year) This is supposed to mean that I was allowed to spend the best times of my life here on Tumblr.💕

I am grateful for every single second! For every single one!

I have met so many great people this year!

So many incredibly warm people.

So many incredibly creative people.

So many incredibly amazing writers.

So many incredibly amazing artists.

So many incredibly funny people with great memes, slanders, videos, drawings.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

So many beautiful people in one place who only know each other via the Internet, maybe not even personally. Maybe we never had contact but I see each of you. I remember each and every one of you and I appreciate every one of you!

Here on tumblr I found really great friends, such wonderful, loving, funny, nice and supportive people.

It’s just hard to believe.

I am so incredibly grateful to each and every one of you!

I am so grateful for each of your feedbacks, for your insane support, for your great comments, for every single request, for every thought, for every single message. For your compliments and your kind words, for your interest, for everything.❤️🥰

I am so honored when you just randomly send me your thoughts, whether it is about Duskwood or not. It’s so fascinating for me, no matter what message or submission, when I see that someone sent me something (anonymous or not)

The thought of someone reading, hearing, thinking, noticing something and then thinking that the person wants to share this with me is really just an honor for me. There is almost nothing more beautiful than interacting with you.🤭💕

I honestly don’t know exactly what I want to say because I don’t really want to give so much emotional nonesense of myself, but I would also like to say terribly many crying words. I’m just incredibly happy that I decided to / dared to write my first story and post it.

I really like being here on Tumblr and especially in the fandom. It’s just nice that so many people are interested in the same game and that we could make such a great community out of it. (At this point of course also a thank you to Everbyte for this wonderful game and of course thank you for creating Jake (xD))🎭💻

I had such a great time here that year, such funny moments, such funny conversations and situations. I feel a little special to be able to participate in it, hehe (I didn’t think I would feel so emotional about it xD)🙄😂

(I’m afraid I’m talking too much stuff right now) (I do..) xD

Well, I guess a year ago I just didn’t expect something like this to happen. I didn’t expect to meet such great people that I actually write so many stories that I post memes. Above all, I never expected that there will be memes about me / for me (that such talented people do it)😍

That I will never see fanarts based on my stories, that I could inspire people to write and post. That I will get aesthetics based on my stories, that I would get my personal Duskwood wallpaper. I never thought that I would get this 'reach / follower number.' That I will get such a feedback. That I will get so many requests, that I will be surrounded by such great people. Especially not that I fight over toothpaste and water and waffles or pancakes! xD🤭❤️😂

Maybe for some of you this sounds overdramatic or exaggerated (for myself, a little bit too xD) but it is the truth and all of this is just a refuge from reality and simply a place that is not connected with stress or negativity. <3

(I’m thinking all the time if I should come to the conclusion, but then something important still come to my mind xD)

>Okay, I’ll be brief now (I’ll probably repeat myself, but I don’t care)

Just the most important thing (again):

Thanks to all of you! Thanks for all the support! Thanks for your feedback! I never thought that so many people would follow me and that I am still here after a whole year. Thank you for every single submission, for every single ask, for every single message and for every single request.❤️

Thank you for the great time with you. And above all, thank you for being here. I appreciate every one of you.🥺❤️

So much love to every one of you! Feel tight hugged you all!❤️

I hope you have a wonderful day. Stay healthy and safe! Take care of yourself! Love!🎭🌹❤️

Thank you, detectives! And happy birthday!🥳

On the next year / years! 🥂🥳❤️

Cows to the power!💪🏻🐄

[typical-simplelove]

Three Rings (A. Beauvillier)

Summary: In which Anthony gives you a ring three different times.

Masterlist

A/n: This is just one of millions of fantasies that sit in my head.

Warnings: none that I can think of!

Word Count: 2.1k

Taglist: @boqvistsbabe @goalision @rmaye @mellany1997 @beauvibaby @heatherawoowoo @petey-patty @barzal-burakovsky @coffee-ontherocks @heaveniish @glassdanse @tkapuckit @stars-canucks  (Do you want to be tagged in my fics? Fill out this form.)

One - Promise Ring

19 years, 6935 days, 166400 hours, 9986400 minutes. That’s how long you’ve known Anthony Beauvillier.

11 years, 4015 days, 96360 hours, 5781600 minutes. That’s how long you’ve loved Anthony Beauvillier

4 years, 1460 days, 35040 hours, 2102400 minutes. That’s how long you’ve known Anthony Beauvillier loved you. That’s how long he’s been your boyfriend.

1 year, 365 days, 8760 hours, 525600 minutes. That’s how long Anthony Beauvillier’s rookie year was and the longest you’ve both spent apart.

Now, you were ready to go another year without him. You knew that as Anthony pursued his hockey career, you would have to lose him for long periods of time. However, you didn’t think it’d be as hard as it was. You both talked as much as possible, and you both did virtual dates to make up for the lack of in person dates. It wasn’t easy, but you knew you would do anything for him and he was the same.

Tomorrow was the day that Anthony was heading back to New York for his sophomore season. As much as you wanted to go to school in New York, you knew that you couldn’t fully live your life to your own potential if you just followed him around. Anthony fully understood why and supported you fully.

“I know that it’s going to be hard for me to go, but remember, I do love you,” Anthony says to you. You were both sitting in your parent’s basement trying to hide out from reality. He was sitting on the couch, and you were sitting tucked into his arm. You both spent the past week never leaving each other. Now, cuddled into Anthony, you wanted to be as close to his as possible.

“I know,” you tell Anthony. “I love you, too, more than anything.”

Anthony places a kiss on your forehead. Suddenly, you notice that he gets nervous.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Yeah, I have something for you,” Anthony answers and pulls something out of his pocket. “Close our eyes.”

“What? Why?” you ask with a smile.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

You nod.

“Close your eyes and hold out your hand,” Anthony instructs, and you do as he said. You feel Anthony shift slightly so that he’s sitting up across from you instead of behind you. You feel Anthony take your hand in his and place a small box on your palm --- a velvet box. You gasp. “Open your eyes, Ynn.”

“Anthony,” you begin and open your eyes. .

“Before you say anything, just open it and let me explain, okay?”

You nod, fearful as to what was happening at the moment.

“This isn’t me proposing to you,” Anthony says with an airy laugh. “Don’t worry. Open the box, Yn.”

You open the box and see a thin gold band.

“This is a promise ring,” he begins. “This is me telling you that no matter what, I am always going to come home to you. I promise that I will always love you forever and ever.”

“Anthony --”

“I promise, one day, when we’re both ready, to propose to you because I want to spend every day of my life with you.”

“Can I talk now?” you ask.

“Oh, yes, sorry,” Anthony says and a small blush appears on his face.

“What do I give to you to promise the same things to you?”

“What?” Anthony asks, surprised.

“You are giving me a ring, what do I give you?”

“Oh! You just wear it, yn.”

“That’s it?”

Anthony nods.

“Put it on for me?” you ask and put out your hand.

Anthony’s face grows warm but takes the ring out of the box. He grabs your right hand and places the ring on your ring finger. When the ring is placed on your finger, Anthony lifts the hand to his mouth and kisses it.

“I love you, and I promise to love you forever.”

“I love you and promise to love you forever, too,” you tell Anthony. You look into his eyes and smile. Anthony looks at you and places a gentle kiss on your lips.

You knew he was your forever, and you were his forever.

Two - Engagement Ring

4 years, 1460 days, 35040 hours, 2102400 minutes, 126144000 seconds. That’s how long you and Anthony have been in a long distance relationship.

2 years, 730 days, 17520 hours, 1051200 minutes, 63072000 seconds. That’s how many years you’ve been living in New York with Anthony.

After four years, you knew that you had to be in New York. You tried living on your own for a few months after graduating from college; however, you longed to be with the love of your life. Now, you are living in New York with Anthony living the life you dreamed about.

10 years, 3650 days, 87600 hours, 5256000 minutes, 315360000 seconds. That’s how long you and Anthony have been together, and how long you and Anthony are celebrating tonight.

You were both walking through Battery Park on the night of your anniversary with Lady Liberty lit up in front of you with the Manhattan skyline lit up for the evening. You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect evening to celebrate ten years. People often called you crazy for being with someone for as long as you have with Anthony. However, you knew that they were crazy. Sometimes, people asked how you both were able to grow as people if you were both in a relationship. You always responded with, ‘if you need to leave a relationship in order to grow as a person, then you’re not in the right relationship.’ That was true for the both of you. You and Anthony both went through slightly embarrassing phases that the both of you teased about; however, neither of you judged the other for the changes you went through.

After having an elegant meal at a restaurant near Battery Park, Anthony suggested the two of you go on a walk for old times sake. That was something you both did. In high school, when you wanted to see each other but your parents said 10pm curfew, you both went for walks around the neighborhood. Sticking to tradition, you didn’t think anything of it. You both walked hand in hand with your right hand in Anthony’s left. He was using his thumb and stroking your finger where the promise ring sat. He always did that. He said it was his renewal of promises each time his finger graced the ring.

Anthony stopped where there was a perfect view of the Statue of LIberty across the water and the Manhattan skyline behind you. You didn’t think anything of it, so you stopped and stared at the Statue of Liberty across the water. Your attention turned to Anthony when he cleared his throat.

“Yes?” you ask as you turn around and see Anthony down on one knee. You gasp loudly, and Anthony takes your hands in his. He kisses your knuckles where the promise ring lay.

“Six years ago, I made a promise to you that I’d always come home to you and love you forever and ever,” Anthony begins. “I think I did a good job at that part of the promise. I still love you and always will. I also promised that when we were ready, I’d be proposing to you. I guess you can tell that this is what I’m doing.”

You smile and let out a short giggle at the last line.

“Despite that, let me finish my speech. I can’t remember when we met because we were babies, but I can remember that you were always a constant in my life. It doesn’t matter if I don’t remember much of the stuff from our first five years of friendship. It matters that I know that I can’t live my life without you. Early on in my career when we did long distance? That was difficult. I understand why we did that, but that doesn’t make it any harder. Actually, I’m grateful for that distance because I grew to love you more.”

The tears are slowly beginning to escape from your eyes.

Anthony pulls out a velvet box from his coat jacket and opens it. “So, Yn Yln, will you do me the immense honor of allowing me to become your husband?”

You nod. “Yes! Of course!”

Anthony smiles and immediately stands up. He wraps his arms around you and twirls you around. He leans back briefly to place a kiss on your lips. “We’re getting married?”

“We’re getting married,” you respond with a smile. You kiss your boyfriend, no fiance now, again.

“Give her the ring!” someone yells. Anthony rolls his eyes.

“Some of the team is here to help me take photos,” Anthony explains.

“So, our engagement story consists of you, me, the beautiful skyline, celebrating ten years, and the team?”

Anthony laughs. “Yeah, but I guess Barzy is right. I should give you the ring.”

You laugh, too. Anthony takes the ring out of the box and gently places it on your left hand. It sparkles in the moonlight and the light of the buildings around you. It was the perfect design, and you knew Anthony knew exactly what to buy for you.

“I love you,” you tell Anthony.

“I love you, too,” he says back to you and places a kiss on your lips before the team comes out from their hiding places to congratulate you both.

You couldn’t wait for what the future had in store.

Three - Wedding Ring

1.5 years, 548 days, 13140 hours, 788400 minutes, 47304000 seconds. That’s how long you waited to marry Anthony Beauvillier after he proposed to you.

“I, Anthony, take you, Yn, to be my wife,” Anthony begins and tears are starting to form on both your eyes and his. “I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.”

When Anthony finishes, he smiles at you. His right hand in yours is stroking the flesh where your promise ring and engagement ring sat. For the first time, you put your engagement ring on your right hand, so that you could put your wedding band on your left hand.

“Yn, your turn,” the officiant says to you.

You take a deep breath and begin. “I, yn, take you, Anthony, to be my husband. I promise to be faithful to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love you and honor you all the days of my life.”

The officiant looks to Mathew for the rings (of course Mathew is the best man). Mathew places the rings on the tray as instructed, and the officiant instructs Anthony to take the ring for you.

“Yn, take this ring as a sign of my love. This ring is a token of my love. I offer you all I have, all that I am, and all that I will be.” Anthony slides the ring onto your finger, and you both break out into wide smiles.

You take Anthony’s ring off the tray and look at your soon to be husband. “Anthony, take this ring as a sign of my love. I offer you this ring to wear as a symbol of our unbreakable bond. Let this ring always be a reminder of my promises to you and the unwavering bond between us.” You slide the ring onto Anthony’s finger, and you stroke the flesh around it.

“By the power vested in me,” the officiant begins. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

Anthony steps in and cups your face. He places a kiss on your lips that summarizes all the love that the two of you have shared in the past, share at the moment, and will continue to grow in.

“Mrs. Beauvillier, may I walk you down the aisle to our forever?”

“I would like that very much, Mr. Beauvillier.”

You take your bouquet from your maid of honor and loop your arm into Anthony’s. You both walk down the aisle to the cheers and claps from your family and friends.

You never needed rings or jewelry to express and show your love for Anthony. However, the three rings that now always sit on your fingers show the love you have for each other. A promise made at a young age, an engagement that started the rest of your lives together, and a band to remind you both of the vows you took today. It was the most simple way to show the world that you fell in love with a man who you knew was your entire life.

[sincerelynamkook]

Sincerely, Jungkook

Jungkook x Reader First POV

Genre: Soft/Fluff/Romance Word Count: 2693

Playlist: “Dear No One” by Tori Kelly // “Best Part” by Daniel Caesar ft HER

On a rainy day you receive a letter from the one whom your soul longs for...

Day 365. 

I stare outside my window, soothed as I listen to the rain fall down. It’s a cold and gloomy day, perfect for my melancholic mood. I’ve done a great job of forgetting about him. But he comes to the front of my mind whenever I hear the word honey or when I see Twinkies as I’m grocery shopping or every time I hear Tori Kelly sing, and that last one sucks the most because I love her music. But other than that, I had moved on. 

 But today I can’t stop thinking about him. I keep wondering if he’s moved on too. Is he eating okay? Is he sleeping okay? He always had trouble falling asleep, always thinking of something to do instead of getting enough rest. Does he have someone new in his life? Does someone else hold the key to his heart?

It’s been a year. 365 days. 8760 hours. 525600 minutes since I last saw him. 

Don’t you mean since you broke up with him? That question haunts me daily. I constantly ask myself if I did the right thing. He tried to reassure me that we could make things work but I also knew he and the boys were only just beginning their journey as artists. I knew they were destined for greatness and the daily news articles and trending hashtags will tell you I was right. They are all out here breaking records and boundaries every day. I know if he had stayed with me I would’ve only been a burden. 

A knock at my door breaks me away from my grieving thoughts. I open it to find a courier guy.

“Y/N?” he asks as he looks down at the name on the small package.

“Yes, that’s me.” He has me sign the slip and hands me the package. 

I walk back inside and head over to my living room, making sure to grab a scissor from the kitchen so I can open the package. 

I sit on my couch getting ready to open the box when I see the return address, “GCF” and I freeze, the scissor slipping from my hand. 

Why? What? How? Huh?

I’m at a loss for words. How did he even get my address? Why now? Why is he reaching out to me TODAY of all days? What the actual fuck?

I feel myself start to panic. Breathe I tell myself. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths until I’m a bit calmer. I open the package and the only things are a letter and a DVD titled “365.”

I grab my laptop and insert the DVD to watch it but then I change my mind and decide to read the letter first. I take a deep breath and begin to read:

“My sweet Honey,” a small smile forms on my lips remembering how he would sing Kehlani’s Honey when he would call me this, especially when I was ignoring him because he knew it would make me smile big. 

“Did you know I fell in love with you before I even saw you? The sweet sound of your melodic voice stopped me in my tracks on that warm night in Malta. I was putting away my camera while I was walking back to my car, done with filming some footage for the day when I happened to walk by a busking with a small audience. I didn’t pay it any mind because no one was singing yet, but as I walked a few feet past it I heard you whisper a sweet letter to me. 

‘Dear no one, this is your love song’ I stopped walking, feet glued to the floor. Your voice was sweet, like dripping honey. I felt goosebumps rise down my arms as I slowly turned around. I still couldn’t see you because the audience got bigger, probably due to your voice being like a sirens call to all of the town. I started to take out my camera as I walked back towards you. Your voice kept pulling me closer and closer until I could see you in the small screen of my DSLR. I squeezed my way through the crowd, wanting to be front and center. Is this how Army feels when they see us perform? Like they can’t breathe until they’re inches away from the stage? I was having difficulty breathing, I felt dizzy, but the moment I saw you...the moment I saw you with your eyes closed, hair dancing in the wind as you hit those notes in a breathy whisper, I felt like I could breathe again. That breath I was finally able to take made me realize I hadn’t been breathing all my life. 

I recorded your entire performance that night. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you, especially seeing you in your element as you sang about how you were independent but wanted someone to give you his jacket when you were cold. All I could think about was how I wanted to be that someone for you. 

When you finished the song, you opened your eyes and shyly smiled as you saw how big the crowd was. Your facial expression in that moment...seeing how humble you were and realizing how passionate you were about your talent, had me in awe. Someone in the crowd started chanting “encore encore” which made you giggle...my heart burst. I remember feeling this sudden urge to sing with you which is why I got up and walked to the other mic stand to the left of you. I looked over at you to find you looking at me with a puzzled expression as I asked you in a whisper, “do you know ‘Best Part’ by Daniel Caesar.’ The guitarist started to play the melody and we began to sing. Singing with you was the highlight of my trip and if I could go back to the moment I would relive it a thousand times.” 

I close my eyes as I start to hum the song, bringing me back to that memory. I was a bit nervous singing with this complete stranger who I had noticed walking down the block before I started to perform. He was in all black, with a bucket hat on his head which was big enough to cover his face, and he was focused on a camera. The look of determination on his face piqued my interest, but I forgot about him as soon as I started to sing. At the time I wasn’t looking for anyone, but seems like fate had something different planned for me because that’s when he came to me. 

When he got close to me and whispered if I knew Best Part my heart skipped a beat, almost as if it was restarting into a heart that belonged to him. When he started to sing “Best Part” and I heard his soft voice sing “it’s this sunrise and those brown eyes, you’re the one I desire” I looked over to find him looking at me as if he had known me all his life. I felt goosebumps rise on my arms and a pull on my heart strings. I feel my heart strings get tighter as I recall the memories and emotions from that day. It’s too much for me to dwell on so I go back to reading the letter:

“Asking you out that day was the best decision of my life. That year we spent together was and still is one of the most memorable and most cherished years of my life. My brothers and I have done a lot of great things with our music and every moment we spend with Army is a moment I’ll never forget, but it still doesn’t reach the level of happiness I had when I had you by my side. 

You were and still are the love of my life. I now understand why you broke up with me. Your poor excuse of being too different and not fitting into my lifestyle was bullshit and you know it.” I chuckle softly because he’s right. 

“I’m not going to lie and say a day didn’t go by where I didn’t miss you. Even during my busiest schedules, I still thought of you every day. Every sip of coffee would remind me of you. The image of your nose scrunch whenever you’d take a sip of my Americano due to it’s bitter taste would come to mind. I still don’t understand why you’d drink my coffee knowing you’d rather drink sugar with a splash of coffee. I’d think of you every time it’d rain. Those tour dates in Europe were the hardest for me. Although, while performing I’d put memories of you to the back of my mind, as soon as I left the venue and into the pouring rain, images of you running in the rain would come to mind. I must have been crazy for you to book that rose latte cafe that had just opened up in Itaewon at midnight, just to be able to go with you. To see that beautiful smile on your face and admire the way it would light up every time you’d obsess over a cafe’s aesthetic. But my favorite moment from that whole night was running hand in hand with you  to my car because we had to park half a mile away. The way you laughed as you tried to cover your hair with our hands, the way you cutely ‘yelled’ at me when I jumped into a puddle and splashed you, the way you looked at me when we stood outside my car in the rain. I can still feel the cold touch of your soft cheek as I held it in my hand and gently kissed you.”

I put the letter down and take a deep breath. Rainy days are the hardest for me for that same reason, and knowing that he was also hurting and struggling just as I was breaks my heart all over again. I pick up the letter again and am relieved to see that I'm almost done reading it. 

“Rainy days will always be bittersweet for me, because they remind me of what I had and lost. Y/N, I’m sorry I didn’t fight for you, for us. I’m sorry it took me a whole year to pick up my boxing gloves and get in the ring to fight the match that is us. I’m settled in my career now so there really is no excuse you can give me that would keep me away from coming after you, and even once I have you in my arms again for good, I’ll continue fighting all my life to show you how much I love you. Knowing you, you probably read this letter first, so now I’m asking you to watch the DVD.”

I wipe the tears that are running down my face with my sweater sleeves and press play on my computer to start the film. 

It opens up to an empty studio room, and after a closer inspection I realize it’s Jungkook's old studio at their old building. I hear a piano rendition of “Best Part” start playing softly and I can bet my life that he had Yoongi make this version for him. My heart aches and I rub my chest softly trying to ease away the pain. 

“Testing testing 1 2 3.” I hear his soft voice first, and then I see him come out from behind the camera to sit in his chair. His hair is unruly, face bare, and he’s wearing my favorite yellow hoodie. He bites his lip nervously and then leans on his elbow, resting his head on his hand. He sniffs a few times, god how I miss him. 

“Day 1. Day 1 of being without you. Day 1 of missing you. Day 1 of waking up without you next to me, of not cracking jokes until you wake up to hit me with your pillow.” Not being able to see through my tears, I hit pause. He didn’t. He did not make what I think he made. I fast forward a few minutes and hit play. 

“Day 15. Day 15 and I still miss you. I could still smell the scent of your perfume in my closet this morning when I was getting dressed. 15 days and I could finally drink a whole grande iced Americano.” Shut the fuck up. No, he didn’t. With more tears running down my face I fast-forward some more and hit play once again. 

“Day 256. I thought I was getting better, finally moving on, but it rained today.” Fuck. He did. He really made a video journal of everyday we were apart. The ache in my heart is too strong, no amount of rubbing my chest will ease the ache away. I stare at his handsome face on my screen. His hair is longer and curlier, his fingers accessorized with multiple silver rings run over his lips back and forth. I notice a new piercing on his left ear. But it’s the look of sadness on his face, the look of grief that guts me. Hurting all this time made me ignore the fact that he too was probably hurting just as much as me. The tears won’t stop coming and next thing I know I am full on sobbing. Sobbing for the broken boy on my screen, for the broken promises we made to each other, sobbing for my own heartbreak. I notice there are a few more minutes left of the video so I fast forward a little more and hit play one last time. 

“Day 365. It’s been a whole year since I started missing you. A whole year where I grieved for us. It took me a whole year, 365 days, to realize I can’t live without you. I know you still keep in touch with Jimin and that’s how I know you still miss me.” He says this last part in a cocky tone, smirking while doing so which makes me smile through my tears.

“I didn’t think I was going to send you this log until 3 months ago when I realized you were it for me. My heartstrings are pulled every time I think of you or every time I hear your name, meaning our red threads are still connected even after a year of not being together. We would be crazy to go our whole lives with our threads trying to pull us back together. Y/N, I loved you the minute I heard your voice back in Malta all that time ago, I loved you the day you left me, I love you every time it rains, I love you every second of every day. If you still love me, open the door when you hear your doorbell ring today.” The video ends with “Dear No One” playing softly and then I hear Jungkook start to sing the song. Grabbing some tissues, I wipe my face and try to stop the tears from falling, my heart stopping when the doorbell rings. My breathing stops as I just stare at the door. The doorbell rings again and I jump up from my couch and slowly walk to the door. Holding the door knob for a few seconds, I close my eyes and take one final deep breath. 

I see him standing there right in front of me. Hair wet from the rain, hands in his pockets, leather jacket hiding his torso. He smiles softly at me and takes one step closer, then another, then another until he’s one step away from me. He brings his hand out of his pocket and softly caresses my cheek, wiping a tear that had escaped. 

In his sweet soothing voice, he whispers, “Did you ever find your ‘no one’?

Closing my eyes, I bring up my hand to squeeze his that’s still touching my cheek. I lean into our hands and opening my eyes I softly whisper back, “I did. He’s standing right in front of me.”

[internallydeceased]

Begin Again - (Chapter V)

And So We Meet Again Oxford, England

Previously…

At that moment her pager went off, announcing that she was needed elsewhere. She looked at it and frowned, returning her attention back to Jamie

“Well, that’s my cue. If I don’t see you before you’re discharged, just know that it was a pleasure to meet you, and I wish you the best of luck.” 

Before Jamie even had the chance to respond, she was gone. 

*** September 22nd, 1977

One year ago today, his life changed drastically. In the year since then, so much had happened and he wasn’t even there for four of those months—not really.  

It’s surprising how fast the human body deteriorates when it isn’t able to move or eat or drink. The only sustenance he could get was through a GI tube, and you could hardly call that food. 

By the time he woke up, he didn’t recognize himself, and his family had a hard time coming to terms with his appearance even though they’d sat by his bedside for months. 

He’d been discharged as an inpatient five months ago, but was back at the hospital more times than he could count for his physical therapy sessions. 

52 weeks, 365 days, 525600 minutes since he had broken practically every part of him, and yet it seemed like no time at all. Yet at the same time, it felt like forever. 

You know how time seems to go slower when you’re anticipating something? You’re constantly looking at the clock and it seems like it’s been five minutes since you last looked at it but when you check it again it’s really only been one? 

For five months Jamie’s life was a lot like that. Working to get back to the man he was, but in the back of his mind there was a little voice saying ‘what for?’ 

It took only three months for his body to deteriorate to what looked like a skeleton, but it would take a lot more than three months to get it all back.

In five months, he no longer looked like a dead man walking- at least, but he was still thin. 

Everything had healed rather nicely— though there were plenty of scars that would stay with him for the rest of his life, reminding him of that day and every day since. All but his hand. 

His hand was the reason why he needed the physical therapy. It had been badly damaged in the accident and while the surgeons were able to put the bones back in place—a rod here and there —and sew the skin back together, he couldn’t use it himself for three months, so doctors had to flex it for him—that set them back a bit. 

He’d made a lot of progress since he woke up, but his hand still pained him, but it was his heart that hurt the most. 

Five months ago Claire said goodbye to him, in case she didn’t see him before he got discharged. He’d been discharged less than an hour after she’d gone, and he hadn’t seen her since. 

He didn’t think anything of it at the time, he would be back at the hospital enough times in the coming year that surely he’d see her again. 

Except he hadn’t, and he never got the chance to say goodbye. Besides, he didn’t want to say goodbye, he wanted to say hello. 

***

He’d decided to take another year off before returning to school, not wanting to do too much all at once. 

He’d only just gotten the go ahead to go back to work, and he was happy about that. At least he could stay out of his head for a little while. 

Jamie worked as a stable hand at a local barn that offered equine therapy and beginner lessons to kids who wanted to learn how to ride. 

There had been a fair share of horses and other animals at Lallybroch, but the horses were always his favorite. Jamie loved to ride, even to just be around them. 

When he moved to Oxford he thought that he’d have to get a part-time job as an office clerk or something of the sort, but it was a stroke of luck that he’d found this place. 

After he’d gotten settled into his small apartment—at least somewhat—he drove around the city and even further into the rural outskirts. 

He had no destination and the smallest sense of direction, he just wanted to drive through the countryside and breathe in the fresh country air. 

It wasn’t Scotland, but it did remind him of home.

He’d taken a turn at some point, and as he drove further down the road he saw it. 

A rather nice looking barn with lush green pastures, and lots of horses grazing against the setting sun beyond the horizon. It all looked like some expensive painting that belonged in a museum. 

It put a smile on his face, and so he decided to check it out. 

Everything looked very high class and relatively new, Jamie figured it to be some prestigious stable full of snobby rich girls who thought they were better than everyone else because they could ride and do dressage. 

But as he made his way through the grounds, he was pleasantly surprised to see that wasn’t it at all. 

He came upon a small outdoor arena, just off of the main barn. He noticed the grey gelding first, head low and content, listening to the silent cues of the rider. 

The rider looked to be a child around the age of twelve, and the smile on the boy’s face reminded Jamie of the feeling of utter joy he felt when he first sat a horse.

He only noticed the older woman after she had spoken to the child, encouraging him and making sure he was comfortable. 

After a few minutes they concluded their lesson, and the boy’s father came from the other side of the arena to help the boy down off the horse.

Only then had Jamie noticed that the boy couldn’t walk, as his father carried the boy outside the arena to a wheelchair he hadn’t noticed before. 

He’d heard of equine therapy, but had never actually seen it. 

That place represented a new start for him; after so much loss and hardship back home, this was a turn for the better, and something Jamie sorely needed. 

He needed it even more now. 

***

Jenny decided to stay with her brother in his small apartment so he wouldn’t have to be alone. She figured it would only be for a few months at most, to help him get reacquainted with daily life, but Jamie was quiet and restless, and it became clear that she wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. 

But today; today could be the first step that would finally give Jamie a path back to the brother she knew. 

***

Jenny drove him out to the barn a little before noon, glancing at her brother hoping to see a piece of the man she knew, the smallest hint of a smile, anything that she would recognize. But he just leaned against the passenger door with his head resting on the window, staring as the world outside passed them by. 

She pulled into the gravel driveway of the stable a few minutes later and shifted the car into park. Jenny took a deep breath and turned to Jamie. “Well, we’re here. Please call me if you need anything. Anything at all—I mean it, Jamie.” 

Jamie was already stepping outside the vehicle when she grabbed his hand, forcing him to look at her. 

“Hey... have a good day.” She gave him a small smile, and was grateful to see the slight nod and small smile he gave in return. 

***

Jamie shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket, retreating into it like a turtle in its shell. 

He stopped just in front of the white wooden sign, breathing in the crisp autumn air and tracing the familiar cursive letters with his hand: Equine Healing.

“James Fraser!” the older woman: a middle-aged mother of three and grandmother of nine named Ellen.

She had the same name as his mother, and this Ellen reminded him so much of her. 

She pulled him into a hug, being careful not to squeeze him too hard. “I’m so glad to see you! You had us all so worried! How are you doing?” 

“Hi Ellen,” He pulled away and shifted his eyes quickly to the ground before looking her in the eye. He thought about lying, telling her that everything was fine so that he didn’t have to talk about it; any of it. Then he realized that this was a safe place, and he needed to talk to someone. 

“To tell ye the truth, I’ve been better.” 

Ellen frowned and rubbed his shoulder. “I know. Come on.” She gestured toward the main barn and they walked there together. 

While he was still in the hospital Jamie was happier than he’d been in a long time, even with all the pain, IVs, and machines that seemed to become part of his body. 

When he’d left, that happiness quickly faded and he slipped into a place in his mind where he could be alone. 

It was only recently that he figured out why, though he should’ve known a lot sooner. 

Whose voice had he heard when he was dying? The one that, for some reason, made him want to live. The voice of a stranger that made him want to work towards getting better, when his family couldn’t? 

Who had been at his bedside every day since he’d woke up, that listened to him without pitying him? The one that he tried to put out of his mind ever since, because he didn’t want to admit it even to himself. 

Claire. 

He’d fallen in love.

***

He followed Ellen all the way to the end of the aisle, stopping outside the stall of a young grullo mare named Ember. 

Ember arrived shortly after Jamie had been hired, rescued from a life of abuse and neglect. She was thin when she came off the trailer, though not emaciated. She was afraid of everyone, desperately trying to flee. It took them almost an hour just to move her a few yards from the trailer to the small paddock. 

Once she was alone in her paddock, she paced the fence-line, snorting and rearing and throwing her head. Even though she had a tank full of water and a few flakes of hay that had been few and far between in her previous ‘home’, if you could call it that. 

She’d arrived in the morning and hadn’t calmed down until that evening, and the only reason was because she had exhausted herself trying to get out. 

She stayed relatively calm after that, but she wouldn’t let anyone near her, even if they were there to refill her water or give her grain. 

It took weeks for her to get acclimated, and even then it was only just.

She allowed people to feed her and clean the paddock, but if they tried to touch her she would kick out at whoever tried.

The first person she started to trust was Jamie.

He would sit outside her pen, talking to her in Gaelic. Each day he managed to get a little bit closer to her, it seemed that she liked the Gaelic, almost like she could understand what he was saying. 

And he’d sit there for hours on end in between chores. Finally, she let him touch her. She tensed at first, but Jamie whispered to her again in Gaelic and the muscles in her neck relaxed.

“See, you’re alright. No one will hurt ye anymore, I promise.”

The mare whickered and flared her nostrils in response. 

Ember came to realize that not all people were bad, and that some of the smaller ones had treats in their small hands. 

But Jamie would always be her favorite.

“Hey, girl. I’ve missed you.” He whispered in the ancient tongue of his homeland, scratching just under her forelock (her favorite).

Ellen smiled, and left the two to get reacquainted. 

Jamie had helped Ember, and now she would help him. Not out of any obligation or debt, but because of the simple and powerful bond that exists between man and animal. 

***

Jenny came to pick him up several hours later, and she was overjoyed to see the smile on his face and that he was talking to someone. 

He got into the car and closed his eyes and exhaled deeply.

“Good day?” Jenny chuckled, turning on the ignition and putting the vehicle in drive.

“Aye. A good day.” He said confidently, the smile still on his face. 

***

October 3rd, 1977

Going back to work was just what Jamie needed to get him out of his cramped apartment, and out of his head.

Jenny was getting on a plane back to Scotland today, leaving Jamie alone- really alone for the first time since before the accident.

She hoped she wasn’t making a mistake by leaving.

“I’ll be fine Janet. Ye can call me whenever, if it makes ye feel better.”

Jenny turned toward him and gently shoved him. “That means ye have to answer, dimwit.”

Jamie chuckled and pulled his sister into his arms, hugging her goodbye. “Goodbye Jenny, I’ll be alright. Say hello to everyone for me, yeah?” 

Jenny pulled away, tears welling in her eyes. She nodded, and forced a smile. “Are you sure you’ll be alright? Because I can stay for a few more days if ye need me to.”

“I’ll be fine, Jenny. Now go. Get back to yer husband and Wee Jamie, and give ‘em a hug from me.”

Jenny nodded and hugged him again, she hesitated for a moment, but finally turned and headed toward the terminal. 

Jamie closed his eyes and tilted his head back, breathing deeply, relieved in some small way.

Then there it was again, that voice. Just when he thought he was getting back to the man he was before.

“I told you, Frank. I can’t, it’s over. I have my life and you have yours, now please, just leave it be.”

Claire.

[uhyoushotme]

My Favorite SPN Fics

So idk if anyone cares, but over the last year I’ve been compiling a list of the absolute best fics I’ve read... and I’ve read an embarrassing amount. The final season is here y’all, so I’ve decided to post this. These are the crème de la crème, the best of the best. Or at least, in my opinion. Mainly destiel. This list will prob grow over time. In no specific order.

ten thousand miles- mimblexwimble

—-(Gen fic, Sam goes missing season 3ish. I still lie awake at night thinking of this fic. That’s how good it is. Possibly the best fic I’ve ever read.)

https://mimblexwimble.livejournal.com/54645.html

Black bird fly- artsyUnderstudy

—-(Sam caused an accident, and Cas lost his everything. Now he’s falling in love with Sam’s brother.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/804352

525600 Minutes- Captain Laser Beam

—- (amnesiac cas searches for dean)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/507228

As you like it- englandwouldfall

—- (college au turns into relationship - mental health, cheating, kids... real tear jerker ending)

https://archiveofourown.org/series/225944

The law of equivalent exchange- awed frog

—-(dean and cas over the centuries following dean as he is reborn. this is a literary beauty.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5114240/chapters/11765849

like moses and batman and james dean- salty feathers

—- (canon divergent, destiel, how dean processes childhood abuse. usually the type to never read a story that doesn’t use caps in its title, but DAMN am i glad i read this one.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9779321

across the universe - GG_and_MM

—- (sabriel, gabe travels to an alternate universe and meets an alternate Sam Winchester )

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6336796

Nine times we met (and one Christmas we parted) - almaasi

—- (this one’s a great destiel fic but real heavy, period fic [navigating gay love when it’s breaking the rules])

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1149451

Twist and shout -Gabriel and standbyme

—- (does this one even need an explanation?)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/537876/chapters/4474470

A turn of the earth- mishcollin

—-(cas is fighting something and ends up in deans past when sams @ stanford)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5138552?view_full_work=true

Painted Angels- WinJennster

—- (dude. I cried like a baby. cas is a writer, dean a painter. they fell in love, but it didn’t end well. now cas is back in town)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1085792

Never Have I Ever- sweet dean

—-(I’m kind of a sucker for high school AU fics, but most didn’t make the cut. This one did, because even though cas is kinda out of character I really love how cute it is and their dynamic n shit. It’s an easy happy quick read.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1570502/chapters/3333074

Half Price Gemini -DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee

—-(after a fire, cas assumes his twin jimmys identity to care for jimmys daughter, claire. in which castiel is amazingly eccentric, claire is a sassy 13 year old, there’s some slow burn destiel, and adventures. it reads like a well written story)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3370175/chapters/7370528

Ninety One Whiskey -komodobits

—-(this story hits hard. it’s crazy long but it’s crazy good. slow burn. cas is dean’s lieutenant - dean is a medic - in ww2. it’s pretty darn in character. not gonna lie, the two follow up fics made me cry a hell of a lot more then the first [perhaps because I didn’t give myself time to process]. prepare for tears, but it’s worth it.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2362190/chapters/5214500

Clean Air -anactoria

—-(earth is dead from an unknown disaster. All of its inhabitants live in an underground silo. dean thinks this is all there is, and then he heard cas’ voice on the radio, and realizes he’s not alone)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2511038/chapters/5577365

Pick It All Up -thepinupchemist

—-(cas is an army vet, dean’s a prostitute, and suffice it to say, they are not dealing very well with life. after a chance encounter, they realize that they each might be what the other needs in their life to help. a good feel-good fic for down days.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/952931/chapters/1864027

999 Days From Now -RebelSpaceOddity

—-(i will never not cry reading this fic. cas is a doctor, dean owns a diner that jess works at. a collection of the most important moments)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2610770/chapters/5818346

Out of Order, Into Place -belwrites

—-(dean and sam move to brooklyn to live with cas and anna. the writing style is amazing. I’m a sucker for slow burns, but you don’t just read this fic for the destiel, you read it for dean and his character growth)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/627106/chapters/1132908

Bring it on Home -thecouchcarrot

—-(dean befriends his odd neighbor. the cas in this is very endverse and I fucking love him. i read this fic and then immediately reread it — that’s how much I loved it’s that good)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/827910

The Beach House -Englandwouldfall

—-(dean and cas used to be best friends. they haven’t talked in 7 years and now they’re going to their old summer hangout together to help cas deal with losing his dad. so well written! love the way mental health issues are portrayed as a constant battle, not just as a oh this happened kind of thing. it’s realistic and adorable.)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/22027561/chapters/52569130

The Dean Winchester Beat Sheet -saltyfeathers

—-(dean is a deeply closeted college senior, and castiel transfers in and makes him start questioning shit.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19258594

[ohimaginethat]

House of Memories (Ethan Nestor x Reader)

This was requested by @glorious-idiot (House of Memories) and an anon (Betrayed by Bones) for the Album Anecdotes thing. When requested, they were separate ideas, but I thought it’d be best to combine them for the sake of a happier ending and all. Hope you enjoy, and I’m sorry it took me forever to finish this! Songs are linked throughout the story.

Your POV (House of Memories)

“Do you still miss him?” your friend, Y/F/N, asks casually. You were both lying on her couch, tossing a Sour Patch Kid into her mouth.

You were confused. “Huh?”

“Ethan,” she says, glancing at you quickly, afraid of your reaction to hearing his name.

“Oh,” you whisper quietly, “I mean… Not really.” That was a lie, but you didn’t want to admit it out loud; the truth was too painful to speak, sometimes---especially when it comes to him.

“Have you talked to him recently?”

“No.” Only in your dreams.

She hums quietly at your answer.

“Why?” Has she spoken to him? Did he mention you?

“No reason, just curious.” Y/F/N turns the volume up on the TV. You were watching Pulp Fiction, one of Ethan’s favorites---how ironic.

You contemplate pulling out your phone to reach out to him. It’s not like the two of you ended your relationship on bad terms; quite the opposite, really. It was a mutual agreement, on the surface, anyway. Inside, your heart shattered with each mile he drove away.

You’ve never been the greatest at sharing your emotions; always keeping them to yourself until they, eventually, explode out of you. It’s not healthy. You know that. But saying them out loud felt… Taboo, in a sense. Especially when it came to this. You promised him that you would be fine; that was his one condition. Obviously you wouldn’t be, but if you told him that, he wouldn’t have left for L.A. He wouldn’t be as successful as he was today. He wouldn’t have been able to follow his dream. You couldn’t be the one to do that to him.

So, you weren’t. You helped him pack up his stuff from your shared apartment and shoved most of the boxes in his car. You mailed everything else to him. Well… Almost everything.

There was a polaroid you found hidden in his copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. It was from your second anniversary, when you guys went roller skating. You were terrible at it, and a friend of yours felt the need to capture the first of many moments in which you’d fallen down. You reached out to him as you falling, but he didn’t realize it, so there you both were: tears streaming down your face from laughing too hard while you were tangled together.

You let him have all of the pictures of the two of you, but you couldn’t bear to part with that one. You could still feel the ache of laughter in your stomach when you saw at it… It’s in the very back of your bed side table drawer and you hadn’t looked at it in months. You were afraid that if you stared at it too long, you would become as dependent on him as you were before. The thought terrified you.

Ethan’s POV (Betrayed By Bones)

I question why I left every day. I thought I’d be able to just… Forget. I couldn’t. I f*cked up. That happens sometimes, but it’ll be okay. After an incredibly long year away, I’m going home.

So, I did what any sane human being would---contacted their ex’s best friend to secretly organize a meet up with aforementioned ex-girlfriend in an attempt to win her back. No matter how hard I try, I always find myself going back to her.

                                                           ****

After seven and a half hours spent on a cramped plane and a hurried reunion with my mother, I’m finally in my old car, making my way towards her. Y/N. It’s going to be weird seeing her after so long, but I believe it’ll be okay. It has to be.

Twenty minutes later, I’m standing in front of her door. I take a deep breath and brace myself for the worst.

Your POV

Around five o’clock you hear a knock on your door. It was so quiet that you barely heard it, but you did. You groan at the fact that you have to move from your spot, but you do anyway, passing off your bag of potato chips to Y/F/N. She keeps glancing from her phone to the door excitedly, which confuses you, but you don’t think much of it. Maybe she ordered a pizza or something, you think to yourself.

You reach the entrance of your home and look over your shoulder, only to find that Y/F/N disappeared; there’s no trace of her anywhere. You turn the knob and pull open the door.

Standing there was Ethan. He wasn’t facing you, but you knew it was him. When he turned around, it was like something out of a movie. He looked more nervous than you’d ever seen him. His hair was disheveled and the bags under his eyes were more apparent.

“Hi,” Ethan says awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

“Hey.”

“Can I,” he pauses for a moment, tripping over his words, “Can I come in?”

“I, uh---yeah,” you say quietly, still in shock. You step aside and open the door wider.

Ethan steps in and takes a shaky breath before speaking again. “Listen. I wish I could say I have a valid explanation for why I left, but I don’t. I wish I could make a joke about how stupid I was for leaving you, but I know you wouldn’t laugh because it’s not funny---it really isn’t. And, I want to blame what I did on my bones---say that none of it was my fault, but it is. All of it. I could have stayed away. Lead a bland life where I did the same thing over and over again, but, while my head was in L.A., my heart was here, with you. The body is run by the mind, which is why I left, and I realized nobody can live without their heart. I hope you believe me when I say that, this time, I’m here, and I’m here to stay, if you’ll have me. I understand that things won’t go back to the way that they were, but it’s worth a shot. My stupidity lead me away, but, ultimately, my love brought me back. Because, sometimes, bones are wrong.”

You were speechless. You were expecting pizza---not your ex-boyfriend confessing his love for you. But, you can’t say that you were disappointed. Your feelings were the opposite of that, really. You’d never been happier to answer a door in your life, nor were you more thankful for the bones in someone’s body than you were right now.

Smiling softly, you step forward and pull him into a hug---something you’ve been wanting to do for a year. 12 months. 365 days. 8760 hours. 525600 minutes. 31536000 seconds. Or, in simpler terms: Way. Too. Long.

[salamoonder]

Thank you @swallowtailed for tagging me!

Rules: answer these questions then tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better

Nickname(s): lizard, usually

Zodiac: cancer

Height: 5′6″

Time: 9:24 pm

Favorite band/artist: Panic! at the Disco, Owl City, The Birthday Massacre, Automatic Loveletter

Song stuck in my head: Cute without the E by Taking Back Sunday + Dying in LA by Panic! at the Disco

Last movie I saw: oh geez uhh. lemme think. Ohhh I know it was most of Wolf Children. Didn’t finish though.

Last thing I googled: nearest kings dominion (i’m trying to get a job at halloween haunt)

Other blogs: @octoberdear (youtuber blog) and the others are private (message for my nsfw blog)

Do I get asks: if I do an ask game, sometimes

Why’d I choose my username?: The Name of the Doctor is one of my favorite finales, trenzalore + lure = trenzalure

Following: exactly 200

Average amount of sleep: like 7 hours? i think?

Lucky number: 7, 36, 63, 72, and 525600 (because rent)

What I’m wearing: My second Paramore shirt- idk why I have so many Paramore shirts...

Dream job: novelist or actor

Dream trip: tokyo

Favorite food: pasta, tea sandwiches, soft pretzels

Play any instruments?: piano, fife, ukulele, kit drums

Eye color: brown

Hair color: brown

Languages you can speak: English and ASL

Most iconic song?: Mr. Brightside OR Middle of a Moment which are two VERY different songs but both iconic in their own right

Random fact: I was once asked to sing bass for a barbershop quartet...I’m an alto (I fuckin killed it too)

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: the pop of a can of sprite opening, dancing in the rain, new sneakers, fairy lights, using a blanket as a cape

Who I tag: @kelofmindelan @taylorswiftscolonexploded @time-dolphin-ryan-lochte @dearbluetravelers @uselessgaywhovian @thenightcrowd @briwhosaysni @nizzyh @angelofgrace96 @vxngoghs @cartoonistlester @gemsofthegalaxy and anyone else who wants to :)

[hizashiii]

525600 minutes.

 —  ❝  Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes.           Five hundred twenty five thousand moments so dear.           five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes.           How do you measure,            Measure a year?           In daylights?           In sunsets?           In midnights?           In cups of coffee?           In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife?                                  How about love?                                 Measure in love                                 Seasons of love…   ❞                   

[alexdxnverss]

525,600 moments with you // in daylights, in sunsets

Read on AO3

Because Alex Danvers measures her first year with Maggie Sawyer in all the little moments that she’ll learn from and never forget.

in daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee, in inches, in miles, in laughter and strife. journeys to plan, in truths that she learned, or in times that she cried, in bridges she burned, the way that she died, the life of friends, measure in love (these will be updated with links as the chapters get posted)

In daylights, in sunsets:

Alex thinks that Maggie Sawyer is the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen.

And she says so, once, when they’re resting on their elbows in Alex’s bed, criticizing articles in a science magazine and just talking, because Alex has never really been able to honestly talk to someone in her life except for Kara. Maggie’s head is thrown back as she laughs at something Alex says, and the thought just blurts out of Alex’s mouth.

One of Maggie’s eyebrows comes up, and Alex immediately flushes a bright red.

“Is that so, Danvers?”

And that’s when Alex hears the lilt in Maggie’s voice, sees the teasing glimmer in her girlfriend’s eyes, and just smiles as Maggie tugs her in for a kiss. She’s still grinning when they break apart.

“That’s right, Sawyer.”

They finish flipping through the magazine, and Maggie tosses it into a corner of the room before tugging Alex to lie besides her on the bed.

“Tell me something,” Maggie whispers.

“What do you want to hear?”

“Anything,” Maggie says. “I want to know everything about you.”

They fall asleep talking, and listening, and learning, legs tangled as they lie sideways on the bed.

Most mornings, Alex and Maggie are up before the sun, rushing to work and their busy but blissfully intertwined schedules. But it’s Friday night, and they have the weekend off, unless something comes up that their departments can’t handle.

And nothing does.

Alex wakes up with a mouthful of dark hair, pulling the strands free from her mouth with a finger. It’s bright, and it takes Alex a few moments of blinking for everything to come into focus. Sunlight’s streaming in through the windows, brightening up every surface in her apartment.

Then there’s Maggie, silhouetted against the rising sun, and Alex just lays her head back down and tries not to stare in a creepy way, running her fingers through Maggie’s hair, trying to catch all the stray strands illuminated by the rays of the light.

Yep. Definitely the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

One special agent and a cop? Moments of peace are far and few between, but this. This turns out to be the calmest day they’ve ever been able to spend together. Alex can’t believe they haven’t been disturbed, even by the time she’s hauling Maggie behind her on the stairs to the rooftop, blanket and a light dinner in hand.

Alex might have found her place with ease of access for Kara and other alien contacts in mind (and the DEO liked having their agents in a slightly more open area instead of stuck in the worst of the downtown traffic in an emergency), and as she sets up their little meal on the park bench someone had once dragged up there, she appreciates the clear line of sight her place affords them. They can see right between two clusters of buildings, and all across one of National City’s biggest parks.

“Killer view,” Maggie says, grinning as she digs into her sandwich.

“Yeah,” Alex replies, looking out at the trees in the middle of all this glass and steel and concrete. Her gaze slides over to Maggie, who’s busy watching the traffic and the soccer game happening in the distance. Maggie, who’s illuminated for the second time that day by the sun, and Alex can almost feel her heart swelling in her chest.

“Yeah” Alex repeats under her breath, grinning stupidly into her sandwich and not even bothering to justify it when Maggie shoots her a curious glance.

“Anything you want to share with the crowd, Alex?”

And Alex flushes again, almost knocking over her soda as Maggie tugs her closer and laughs.

[kalidesautelsreads]

Welcome to 2021. This year will be... 365 days, 52 weeks, 12 months, 8760 hours, 525600 minutes, and 31536000 seconds. Some of these moments will inevitably be wonderful, amazing and transformative. Some of the moments will inevitably be hard, awful and transformative. This is life. This is what John Lennon said happens when we are busy making other plans. This is what we wake up every day and get to live in. We measure our lives in time - minutes, hours, days, weeks, etc. - but we don’t LIVE life by time. We live through experiences and love and hard seasons and happiness and births and deaths and sickness and health and trees and sunsets and sparkles and smiles and coffee and lipstick and kissing and cats and dogs and kids and magic and books and all the trillions of tiny things that happen every single minute of every single day of every single year for every single one of us. Will 2021 be perfect? Resoundingly YES! And also, heartbreakingly NO! Because that is life. Because that is how life has always been and always will be. Because we are still in the midst of COVID-19. Because we are still working for real and honest change for marginalized groups. Because people are still dying. Because babies are still being born. Because puppies are finding their people and people are find them. Because our cats still love us. Because humans are strong. Because kindness is strong. Because belief is strong. Because hope is strong. To quote one of my favourite Broadway tunes : how do you measure a year in a life? Measure in love... Seasons of love... Seasons of love... Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes Five hundred twenty five thousand journeys to plan Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes How do you measure a life of a woman or a man? In truths that she learned Or in times that she cried In bridges he burned Or the way that she died Its time now to sing out though The story never ends Let's celebrate remember a year in a life Of friends Remember the love... Happy 2021. It will be a year. #seasonsoflove #2021goals #broadway #rentmusical #livelove #measure #itwillbeokay #hardtimes #love #itwillbeok #vmtop30 (at Vancouver, British Columbia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJiEv3ElQGu/?igshid=6eex4ybpg80z