#friendship is endless

[thegirlwhoblooms]

19.4.23 preserve(d) - The End of An Era

The End of An Era

It’s the end of an era now. It’s a sunny day, which is kind fitting. Right now, I’m studying vectors for my maths exam in two weeks. I’m listening to the ‘Your Name’ soundtrack whilst studying, or at least trying to. By Friday you’ll have completed it. What does it feel like? I want to know. Surprisingly, I’m not as jealous as I thought I would be. I still feel a sting of envy but it doesn’t linger for long. I feel a strange sense of fulfilment. It’s like, although things didn't turn out the way I’d hoped they would, I still think of myself as one of the ‘lucky ones.’

The people I surround myself with are amazing; they’re kind and warm-hearted and I wouldn’t trade the world for them. To quote Fruits Basket: ‘They’re the kind of people who deserve the moon but would never ask for it.’

Things can’t go back; they can’t change, no matter how much I want them to, but these days I start thinking I wouldn’t change a thing, which is kind of funny. It doesn’t always feel like this but while it still does, I’ll relish in that.

Today is Wednesday the 19th of April 2023. I wrote the paragraph(s) above yesterday. I found out last week from Kelsie that Ed—the boy I was in love with since I was eleven—is now doing drugs and smoking. He dyed his hair from a pretty blonde to a mud-coloured brown. I hate it. He’s changed so much from that nerdy boy who talked about playing card games to some weird chad. I miss the person I fell in love with. Besides, the brunette look he’s going for is not for him. I used to write his name with chalk on my friend's backyard. I used to love everything about him, every small, intricate detail. Now I don't know where the boy I fell in love with has gone.

When I left, I played Way To Break My Heart by Ed Sheeran in the car (because, of course), I swore I could never fall out of love with him. I hardly recognise him now. 

These days, I play the song ‘Breathe’ thinking that maybe I’ll become like the girl in the song.

I've watched those eyes light up with a smile

River in the not good times

Oh, you taught me all that I know

I've seen your soul grow just like a rose

Made it through all of those thorns

Girl into the woman I know

I want to grow from that shy, scared little girl into a mature woman who doesn’t carry fear wherever she goes. I want the people who love me to see me grow and be proud to stand beside me and call me a friend. 

I’ll face life head-on now, no matter what. Even though I have regrets and heavy burdens, even still to me, those aren’t good enough reasons to stop moving forward. Not now. Not ever. 

It took me a while to understand that time doesn’t stand still, it doesn’t for anyone. No matter how much it feels like it does, sometimes.

It’s scary, isn’t it? Not knowing what comes next. 

The uncertainty of it all, the countless options that make you narrow it down, that’s where most of the fear stems from, I think.

But the truth is…

‘I Like Me Better’ when I’m with you.

It made me happy, getting to know all of you. The moments we shared, I’ll treasure them, always. 

Maybe I’m taking things way out of proportion and the short time we spent together wasn’t as meaningful to you as it was to me and maybe I’m too sentimental for my own good but still, I can’t thank you enough for the kindness you showed me. 

Conclusion of today’s inner monologue: Lauv’s music is superior. 

Dedicated to Jaimee, David, MJ (and Yakub, respectively) for teaching me what friendship is.

Point period blank.

[stealingyourbones]

I desperately need more mentor uncle figures and mentor brother figures in DPxDC to fill the interesting relationship dynamic gap that father figures stories can't always fill are u picking up what I'm putting down. Hell, just a regular friendship relationship with absolutely 0 familial dynamic.

[starry-bi-sky]

*stares at disciple SQQ falling into the abyss au*

oh you are so "SY-is-SJ" coded. You are so "fell into the abyss and suddenly remembered that oh i've been Shen Jiu this whole time, not just Shen Yuan. we are one and the same". you are so 'crumbling under the weight of the system and being in the abyss and the despair of never really being free and having suffered in both lives' built. you are so 'scrambling to come to terms with your existence and battling with which life is really yours, only to realize that they both are'. You are primed for going off the rails.

I'm so normal about this guys. i promise.

[petrichara]

Hmm thinking about old friends. I still do my lipstick the way you taught me, look for your face in every crowd, start to tell a story and feel your name die in my mouth. No amount of anger erases the way we hid in the trees as kids, how you’d run to the door hands full with my favourite sweets. Your smile is my picture of happiness, name the first I learned to write.

[erachiiii]

Girlies, Xing edition

[the-apocrypha]

It Started With a Whisper Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling || 25k || T || 3/6

Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Getting Together, Mother Night’s A+ Parenting, Father Time’s A+ Parenting, Entirely Too Much Chemistry, Both of the Interpersonal and Scientific Sort

Hob, a werewolf from a grotty little estate on the wrong side of London, still can’t quite believe he’s starting his first term at St. Ignatius University. His goals don’t extend very far beyond playing some quality football on the scrim league, and becoming the world’s first (and best) lycan astrophycisist. Then… he meets Dream

Dream Aeternus

Hob: Hope you’re having fun with your family this weekend! 😁

Dream: My siblings are, as always, a font of innovate ways in which to get us all killed, if that is what you mean Dream: [photo taken from the back of a boat, of a husky red-headed boy lowering an electric surfboard into a sun-dappled ocean, while a thinner blonde figure beside him holds another electric surfboard in wait] 

Hob: What?? Those look so fun!  Hob: You won’t die you’ll be fine Hob: Just wear a lifejacket

Dream: [photo of a table on the boat, covered in empty liquor bottles and red solo cups] 

Hob: 👀👀 DEFINITELY wear a lifejacket

Dream: Somehow the risk of drowning or dying horribly in a wreck is still more palatable than the alternative of being alone in the house with my mother Dream: Only twenty-three hours until I can leave

Hob: Yeah, a sunny yacht with five thousand pound surfboards and unlimited alcohol, I’d be counting down the hours too Hob: Weeping into my electromag textbook for you and your suffering rn 🥲🥲🥲

Dream: This isn’t the yacht. It’s only a bowrider

Hob: ‘We aren’t on our yacht we’re on our OTHER luxury boat’ isn’t the winning argument you think it is luv ❤️

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[cosmicqvake]

On today’s edition of underrated AOS friendships: Bobbi and Fitz.

Although they have very few scenes, them in early season three is so sweet. Her covering for him while he chased down Monolith leads was such an underplayed thing, yet so nice. It hints to the bond that the two clearly built up- with Bobbi being benched due to her injury and Fitz being without Jemma to bounce things off of in the lab. I like to think Bobbi stepped in for Jemma in that way. I’m sure her and Fitz both needed it at the time. I wanted more of that.

Just like Daisy and Hunter, they’re yet another friendship that could’ve been so awesome but the show just sorta forgot about.

[darlingcloudie-9]

Assortment of kny/kimetsu academy doodles (ft. Pimp Muichiro)

[all-pacas]

CHASE: They're still married. I'm not. Not that I could ever do [have an open marriage]. I was jealous of House and Cameron never touched him. THIRTEEN: Not counting the emotional fondling.

oh noooo no one told him about the half wit makeout session

damn thirteen wasn't even around for the emotional fondling that's so brutal dfgdfg man the hospital rumor mills must have had so much on cameron

sometimes i want an au where cameron does come back because even though i love and adore her and she did nothing wrong. i would have loved to see 13 all ride or die for chase on this one

[alonetogether]

dude they literally had FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS do you not SEE... half doomed semi sweet... boys next door out of assholes.... SATURDAY TRADITION SPANNING 20 YEARS AND COUNTING... me and pete in the wake of saturday..... pete and i.... we’re like one guy in a band.. when we swim we swim together... i will shield you from the waves if they find you (cue the bad folie concerts where pete stands in front of patrick to stop him getting hit by glowsticks/bottles/etc)..... and its always a joy when i get to help pete tell his (story)... patrick is an ipod full of my favorite songs.. stumptown, population: pete wentz... we go together like pb&j or like the descendants and metallica... i will never end up like him behind my back i already am keep a calendar this way you will always know..... and in the end id do it all again i think youre my best friend... patrick is the good looking cute as a button guy in the middle there... when i want patrick to sing in my ear i call him on the phone and he does it.... when pete sends me words its like christmas morning...p steezy and p weezy... me and patrick finish each others sentences... there is some connection thats beyond (him and patrick)... nice butt i mean work... he’s kinda my other half... i dont think pete sees himself as a bass player, he sings through me... if you could be any superhero who would you be: patrick stump... YOU ARE MY BEAUTIFUL LITTLE CABBAGE / I LOVE YOU A THOUSAND TIMES...  we would have been friends cause i dreamt him... this was the name of the ship my grandfather served on in the 50s (uss stump) / the universe is always talking - sometimes you just gotta listen to it... MORE THAN AN HOUR!!!!

[elitadream]

Since we know that Peach cares about Luigi just as much as Mario, what do you think she’d get him for his birthday?

Do you think she’d go to Mario to figure out? After all who knows him more than his big brother? I think Mario would probably be so joyous that Peach cares so much about Luigi too.

What do you think she’d eventually get him?

Oooh, Peach going to Mario and asking him what she should offer Luigi is such a cute thought! 🥰🎁 For her, it would be a win-win situation, I mean: getting help on finding the perfect gift for a dear friend of hers and talking to her crush at the same time? About something that would have him grinning widely and his eyes sparkling with genuine love and excitement, no less?? She would be eagerly looking forward to that conversation! 😄💓

There are so many options as to what said gift could be though, I wouldn't quite know which one to pick! 👀🤭 I had suggested the idea of her giving him books in a previous ask (as he would love spending time reading in the castle's library), or perhaps something to build and tinker with. Could be brand new clothes! A seasonal accessory, a fancy uniform or a dress- as seen in this splendid little oneshot by @coffeecat1983. 💫 Or perhaps it would be something more symbolic. A stunning medal to express her deep acknowledgment and gratitude, a special ceremony organized just for him where all members of the court would cheer and clap for him, and during which she would appoint him as an official and esteemed ambassador of the Mushroom Kingdom. Recognition in its most heartfelt and sincere form. 💞

[im-still-a-robot]

The biggest problem with listening to a british podcast as an american is that you end up saying british-isms for a week afterwards. The second biggest issue is having to stop in the middle of a car scene and mirror your mental image because you forgor

[roadtripwitch]

Dream telling Hob about all his names when they meet again is sweet, but I think it would be funnier if he just didn't. Showed up 33 years late, immediately admitted they're friends, sits down, asks Hob about what he's been up to, forwards absolutely no information of his own until Hob tentatively asks him what happened, and the Stranger just goes "oh I was detained. It wasn't because of you that I didn't show up. I'm sorry" and doesn't elaborate. Hob thinks the friendship isn't actually solid enough to pry past the guy's very much too guarded eyes, so they keep on this charade of Hob Gadling and his Very Strange Friend. Dream doesn't even tell him he's not the one allowing him to keep living.

I have feelings about this I don't actually think the persevering anonimity is funnier, I think Dream cherishing Hob's willingness to call him friend just because he wants to and not because he knows him as Dream of the Endless with Hob actually just liking him as the Stranger and being distraught he didn't show up and then happy he did, is actually the sweetest scenario.

[blackjackkent]

Karlach - "That's a very stupid idea."

Jaheira - "I don't feel so good."

Wyll - "Why did you do that?"

With or without their usual pairings, as you choose. Pair them up with whoever you feel like :)

(Five-Word Sentences prompts)

Jaheira - "I don't feel so good."

Slowly getting caught up on all my inbox stuff. :D TY as always. I will pick the Jaheira one again, but we're gonna mix things up a bit. >:)

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"Mmph." Jaheira squirms slightly. Her head and eyelids feel heavy and for a long, numb moment, she does not know exactly where she is. There's a hard stone floor beneath her, pressing against the back of her head. The distant sound of voices. Someone kneeling next to her head, a hand on her shoulder.

"Kh...Khalid?" she mumbles. Her tongue feels thick in her mouth; his name comes slowly to her lips. But she can feel him nearby, the immensely comforting presence. And she fills with dizzy joy, because it has been so long, although she cannot quite remember why. "My love..."

"No, Jaheira." The voice is jarring, dissonant -- too deep, too sharp, a harsh roll on the 'r' of her name. "Wake up."

The fog fades, washed aside by a rolling wave of painful reality. Her eyes snap open and she moans as she begins to register the shattered state of her body. Nearly every inch of her skin is burned, and to judge by the sharper knifeblade of pain stabbing through the staticky haze of baseline agony, her left leg is broken.

Minsc is crouched over her, his eyes unusually wide with deep alarm - but he relaxes slightly as he sees her eyes open. "Ah, good," he says; it's an attempt at his usual blithe cheer but it falls somewhat flat. A muscle twitches with strain in his temple. "Minsc tried his best with the scroll, but the wizards use such terribly long words..." He swallows, squares his shoulders. "But you live. So all is well.”

A spent scroll of revivification falls from his fingertips as he returns his hands to the hilt of his greatsword. Jaheira stares at the paper, hypnotized by its slow and unsteady flutter onto the stone. Her brain shies away from the implications of its muted gold letters with the magic all drained out of them.

“What happened?” she asks weakly. 

“Raphael,” Minsc says, with an unusual note of venom. He stands up, taking a guard position over her fallen body, his eyes flicking rapidly around the room. She follows his gaze, slowly registering the high marble walls, the shattered soul columns and cracked tiles. “Cursed be his name forever. Minsc would like to spend another scroll and draw him back from death, that Minsc might kill him again for what he has done to Jaheira.” 

“He is dead, then?” Jaheira whispers. Memory trickles in, bit by bit. She remembers it now - the devil’s explosive transformation and the hellfire that surrounded it, licking out, blasting her backwards, surrounding her, consuming her…

Minsc makes an affirmative grunt. “Minsc saw the blood pour from his chest,” he mutters. “Karlach struck the final blow, but Minsc’s heart was in it too…” 

“Good,” she says vaguely. Her head lolls to the side, her eyes drifting half-closed again. “I do not feel… so good…” she mumbles. Oblivion beckons again at the corners of her thoughts; it would be so easy to slip back under, away from the pain. She can still feel Khalid so near her, as if she could turn her head just a little further and see him watching her with his quiet smile and bright gaze…

“Jaheira!”

“What?” she mumbles irritably, squeezing her eyes fully shut against the grating rumble of Minsc’s voice. “Be damned to you, ranger… it hurts…”

“Do not go to sleep,” he says sharply. “The others have gone to speak to Hope. When they return, we will bring you back to camp, so that Shadowheart may tend to your wounds. Then you may rest, and not before.”

“Do not give me orders, Minsc. I will sleep if I… if I please…” Her voice is slurred with pain.

“Minsc will set Boo upon you to hold your eyelids open, should it be needed.” There’s the faintest touch of humor in Minsc’s voice, though it is still underlaid with strained worry.

Jaheira laughs just a little, in spite of herself, and the motion sends a bolt of pain through her whole body; the sound morphs rapidly into a groan. “Nngh… howling hells…” she says with a pained grimace, forcing her eyes open again obediently. “All right. All right, I am… awake…”

As it should be. There is too much yet to do. Always too much yet to do…

“Are you hurt, Minsc?” she asks.

“It matters not,” he answers quietly.

“Minsc--”

“It matters not,” he snaps, and the ferocity of the words startles her. “Minsc will rest when you are safe. His aches are greatest at the heart, where no healer can reach.” A pause. “You are no wychlaran, you have told me so. Minsc knows this; he has listened well, Jaheira. But wychlaran or not, the pain was still the same to watch you fall.”

A long, long pause. “Minsc has watched too many fall…” he adds in an undertone, almost too low to hear.

She frowns. For once, she does not have the heart to try to push his loyalty away. There is something comforting, after all, in the guard-dog posture he holds, standing over her with his sword in both hands. Boo sits on his shoulder, watching the door of the room intently.

Her oldest friend… She feels a sudden bleak gratitude towards those nameless ambushers who turned Minsc to stone all those years ago. In their attack, they gave her a gift, that his friendship is not lost to her in these dark hours, as so many others have been.

“Thank you, Minsc,” she says quietly. “Do not fear. You have done well. And I will stay awake…”

He relaxes visibly, his habitual smile already tugging at his features, indomitable again with this reassurance. “Good. That is good to hear.”

[dorian-debrah]

They are just really really really like really good friends <3

[manicali]

Need motivation I am so bored but doing things is boring because they keep turning out subpar I’m gonna fistfight the next person I see to feel something (probably immense pain cause I have the strength of overcooked spaghetti)