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SO LISA FRANKENSTEIN IS A FUCKING BANGER OF A MOVIE

#lisa frankenstein#diablo cody you are a legend an icon and the moment#i am so grateful this movie exists god bless#digital art#digital illustration#artists on tumblr#movies#fanart
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đ Introduction...
I've always been terrible at introductions. Always wondering what should I say, is this too much? Too less? Hence I've never had bio/introduction on any social platform. But Tumblr is different. It's just been a week since i joined but I've never loved any platform so much. Tumblr feels like a safe home... where i don't have to think too much about what to say. The best part is everyone here is like that...and it's beautiful honestly. The raw, genuine, chaotic, honest side of people here is what I love. Okay enough bakbak now I'll start with the introduction...
So hello, I'm Ekta :)
I'm 21. à€źà€°à€Ÿà€ à„ à€źà„à€Čà€à„ haha â€ïž A computer science graduate. I'm the eldest daughter đ
@mainsamayhoon is my little sister who has a twin brother. And I love these two little munchkins more than anything in my life. God has made up for all the shitty things in my life by sending them as my siblings.
Not just these two. I am so so blessed to have amazing people in my life who are just so dear to me I can't even begin to describe it in words. @maybeicebreaker being one of them. I love this girl so much. sister from another mother fr. Also I love her mom đ who basically treats me like her daughter. Then there's @imacrickthing who's my baby. One more light in my life. She's my niece who's just 5 years younger to me lol. (Indian families be weird like that) I'm technically her à€à€€à„à€Żà€Ÿ lol. But we're more like besties only. Also love her mom who's my second mom basically. My à€”à€čà€żà€šà„. And just like these cuties i have many more cuties in my life who just make me so happy. Who make life worth living. And I'm beyond grateful to have them.
Here are some things that I love, cause Mother Taylor Swift said "you are what you love" -
As you must have guessed. Miss Taylor Swift.
Sunsets. đ
Music, Movies, Stories.. đ ( fav movie : Interstellar )
Food ïżœïżœ specially à€à€à€à„à€Żà€Ÿ à€čà€Ÿà€€à€. Big fan of à€Șà„à€°à€Łà€Șà„à€łà„.
This beautiful beautiful universe.
Some random facts about me -
I'm an introvert. But I love talking to people :) first meets are usually super awkward for me but when I get comfortable i won't shut up lol. Also, love listening to people. So if anyone wants to rant, vent, talk about random shit...feel free to text me ;)
I'm very very emotional. And honestly I love that about myself. Sure, I am sensitive and I get hurt easily...but i also get to experience all the good emotions on that same level. So chalta hai :)
A hopeless romantic all my life đ¶ haha. Won't be able to describe how much i LOVE love. It's the most beautiful thing to ever exist and it's such an honour we get to experience it. à€à€Ÿà€«à€Œà„ à€Șà„à€Żà€Ÿà€°à„ à€à„à€à€Œ à€čà„ à€Șà„à€Żà€Ÿà€°à„€
I love comedy lol. I spend most of my time watching comedy. Some of my favourites are - Rahul subramanian, kanan gill, kenny Sebastian.
That's enough ig. That's me. Maybe I'll add more things in future. Let's see. For now that's all.
On this blog you'll just find random shit posts, me dumping my silly thoughts, sometimes posting something wise being pretentious, do-tin fukat ke advice, rona dhona...Blah blah. So make yourself at home if that's your kinda stuff đ„°
If you read all this, Thank you for your time :) I appreciate it cute human <3
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Dear Jesus Christ,
Hi God, Dear Lord,
today has been a good day, bless your name. I am so delighted and grateful, babaye. I liked the movie you chose for me. it was so funny and the acting too but it was authentic which i love. today i saw you saying hi to someone and it was in a very modern and stylish way hehe. most people think you are old school and in many ways you can be but i think you're the coolest man to ever exist. you have all things under control and you also have me under control. i love how you search my heart, not to condemn me but to sanctify me with your intentions. to be as you've desired is who i'd like to be for you and with you. dear God, for me, you are the only King. i pray no matter what my heart is kept in purity and devotion in an increasing manner, day after day and year after year. you are faithful both daily and for all eternity. you deserve all the good. preserve me, oh Lord, for my trust is in you. you have an unreserved full right and full access to me, Jesus. you are my artist, my potter and i am your art, your clay. you can mold me in any way you choose. thank you so much for your goodness, oh God. life with you is thrilling. eternity excites me so much because it would be with you. Hallelujah. you are my joy forever. thank you. I love you!
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Im 5'1" ill FIGHT YOU I STGđ and yeah both tbh, it screams your energy. See i was put on this earth to be someone headache, i am NOT anyones peice i wanma know why tf you cheated on me in my dream at 8:30 this morning you prickđąâ

Ah yes...i love the smell of sweaty patriotic in the morningđ€ą bro imagine 'god bless america' god dont exist here, its just discord mods and the barbie movie
Oh good Iâm 5â4 i had two growth spurts this year. Idk how that works.
And I know I can out headache. Thatâs why itâs nearly 4am and Iâm not falling asleep. Iâm dedicated to a good cause.
And donât worry Iâm not awake by 8:30 Iâm a pretty princess who sleeps until 10:30 to 11:30. So you donât need to bust down my door.
I mean this with love but I am grateful for many things and not being American is one of them. And please donât mention barbie I want to cry. I AM SO TIRED OF HEARING ABOUT THE BARBIE MOVIE I GET IT WE ARE ALL JUST KEN BUT PLEASE LET ME BREATHE I DONT WANT TO HEAR ABOUT BARBIE WHEN I DRANK A LIMITED EDITION BARBIE BUBBLE TEA AND IT MADE ME PUKE BECAUSE IT TASTED LIKE LIPGLOSS, MILK, CHEESE AND PRETEEN TEARS
SO NO MORE BARBIE GODDDD
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more romance prompts because iâm not done
i am never done. ever. and i love feeling soft. feel free to use :)
âi am so fond of you.â
âcan you make me sandwiches the way you do? with the diagonal cuts and all.â âyou just want food.â âyou ever think maybe i just love you and want YOUR food?â
the first time they saw them smile; the way it lit them up from the inside and they knew
âi want nothing more than for you to just be happy.â
âi think you could talk about just about anything and breathe life into it. i think you are everything.â
âthank you for always reminding me of my worth.â âyou donât need to thank me. i wake up grateful to God that iâm blessed enough to remind a goddess of her beauty the way the moonâs darkness exists only to remind you of the warmth of the sun.â â⊠sigh. i am so happy iâm dating a poet.â
âfine. i get it. if you want to leave, go.â âoh for crying out loud i went to get the groceries from the car stop the drama.â
âyouâre my favorite person. did you know that?â
âanything you say automatically becomes music. how do you do that?â
first couple of dates one character is super reserved and shy and the other is just unabashedly flirting in the most attractive way ever⊠âdo you like your coffee sweet?â âi do if you do.â ââŠâŠâŠ. anyway.â
âoh God, iâm so in love with you.â
âtil whatever scary movie you chose to play next do us part.â ââŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠif those are your vows iâm seriously considering quitting this whole getting married thing.â
âi love you.â â⊠damn, really? and here i thought you married me because you were looking for a little flare in your life.â âwell it was that, too.â
one just staring at the other and the other goes âwhat?â and theyâre like âyou.â
âi knit you something.â âtake it, take my heart, right now.â
one character whoâs kinda shy and the other whoâs a complete drama queen because they love getting giggles out of their love interest
âiâm married to a [profession]. i always win.â
âhi. wanna bake cookies?â âwith you? always.â
character wondering how someone can be so effortlessly gorgeous. like just in awe
âi think i love you too much. is that possible? i feel like i should slow down.â
âi love you so dearly.â
older couples >>
#when i say i write romance the best i think i mean this#i love romance so very much. i cannot wait to publish my own#itâs just something that consumes me so deeply and although iâve never been blessed to feel itâs magnitude i often dream of days i will#be able to and i dream of the day iâm blessed with feeling wholly and compeltely loved#thanks for listening to this ted talk#romance prompts#writeblr#writing#writing tips#writing advice#writing romance#writing prompts#dialogue prompts#romance writing prompts#imagine your otp
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My latest helpful and feel good blanket self concept affirmations:
âą I am perfectly perfect.
âą I am my best self inside and out at all times.
âą Only my positive thoughts manifest.
âą Only good and amazing things/ miracles ever happen to me.
âą I am happily, blissfully married. (I want to add why I love this affirmation: Ive always had this goal for my relationships. So if that is you too, realize that this implies that you have all you want within it, wether it is by âcreatingâ the individual from scratch as if this is a hologram computer system and inserting it in your time frame since time doesnât even have to be linear, or you can visualize this with your specific person who will most likely adapt to it, even in their personality. But obviously you should assume it implies THAT. Why would you be stuck affirming for contact and every other isolated act when this one can induce the whole movie dream for you? Exactly. This is the BOMB)
âą I always have big, safe and instant supplies of money.
âą Iâve always been rich and wealthy.
âą I can afford anything that I want.
âą I am perfectly healthy.
âą I fully, completely and unconditionally love myself.
âą I am the most beautiful and powerful being in existence.
âą I am a millionaire / financially free.
âą I can afford anything I want.
âą I am god, thatâs why only what I want can happen.
âą I have my ideal/ desired (insert whatever u want).
âą Everything in my life is perfect.
âą Everything in my reality is perfect.
âą Everything in my life, reality and this universe is exactly as I want it to be. (Good for big world events, improving laws or countries, supplies within a country etc)
âą I am my best self.
âą I am the dream/ main character/ the star/ the queen.
âą I am infinitely one. (Good for reminding yourself of unity and that everything is happening.)
âą I am living my dream life. ( a life of luxury, happiness, security, whatever u wish.)
âą I have the perfect self concept.
âą I am extremely attractive/magnetic. (whatever trait you wish to have)
âą I factually/ objectively am/have (insert desire).
âą I am grateful for having/being (insert desire + feel the heightened emotion. Not needing to feel the emotion if you feel the knowing but it helps me a ton and makes it fun).
âą They simp for me.
âą I am extremely sucessful.
âą I am the most successful.
âą I am always safe and blessed.
Remember:
âą Ur reality is untouchable and so are u. No need to worry crossing paths with other ppl manifesting and opposite big event. Your reality will induce a safe split between those.
âą No logic is needed. Just knowing, feeling. Thoughts and emotion help greatly and even though emotion is not absolutely needed it helps a ton to being able to simulate those and the senses. It makes life easier because your cells and subconscious think the event is occurring now. Even though we are living in an eternal now.
âą Command ur subconscious, meditate for the sake of letting go of shit moods, go to the void, script, do art about your desired people like drawing... whatever it takes. But you donât even need to. You just need to know once and hold it in ur thoughts. Even if youâre not constantly thinking of it. Youâre always going to get what you want.
#manifestation#law of assumption#neville Goddard#Joseph murphy#power of the subconscious mind#Joe Dispenza#the void#manifestation methods#affirmations#blanket affirmations#godlytransurfer#self concept#Sammy Ingram#becoming supernatural
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this is NOT based on the movie that I am like 50% sure exists. I have never seen it.
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warnings; nonlinear timeline, written weirdly, ice is kind of an asshat, heâs called a douchebag several times, a little repetitive
10 Things I Hate About You
I hate your attitude
Youâre obviously the best of the best. If your superiors had any doubt about your skills, you wouldnât be here. You wouldnât be at Top Gun. Hell, there were more than a few pilots yearning for your spot in Miramar, and they were good enough. You were just doing it better, cleaner, than the rest of them.
âYouâre doing it all wrong,â He says, and you really want to punch him.Â
âNo, this would work.â You say, an eerie smile gracing your face. He can tell youâre seething, but there is no way in hell heâs going to let this go.Â
He keeps arguing, and then it hits him.
Literally.
Heâs got a fist in his face, well, abdomen. Youâre grateful you didnât move to break his nose instead. Ice isnât a snitch, so you wouldnât be getting in trouble unless you had decided his stupid face made the best target.Â
â5 oâclock,â Iceâs voice rings out over the comms.Â
âCover me, dammit!â Â He doesnât cover you, instead he resorts to laughing at you when Jester inevitably gets the kill. Even Slider knows he made a douchebag move, and Jester is ready to give him hell the second they land.
âI didnât hear her, sir.âÂ
âBullshit, Kazansky!âÂ
He still tries to tell people that the crackle of the comms were covering your voice.
I hate your face
Naval aviators were known for their cockiness, their skill set, and their looks. A department that Tom Kazansky is definitely not lacking in. He takes great pride in his looks, among other things.Â
Maybe youâd be impressed if you didnât know how much damn time he spent looking in the mirror, and god bless Slider for ranting to you about it.Â
âLooks like these donât just happen.â He says, shrugging any attempt of insult off. Itâs annoying how nonchalant he is about it.
âIâm no better than the next guy, I gotta work for emâ.âÂ
âShare with Slider.â You murmur, and whatâs meant to be a jab at Ice, comes off as an insanely derogatory comment directed at Slider. You felt like a piece of shit.
A less honorable mention, though, is how girls flock to him. Literally, he has them just hanging on his every word in bars and itâs insufferable.Â
Theyâre all, âOh Tom,â this and âYouâre so cool, Tom.â that. Maybe the more intelligent ones will ask him about his line of work, and heâll slide the aviators off, deliver an âI could tell you, but Iâd have to kill you.â, and end with a wink that would make even the mightiest of gods go beet red.
You donât get whatâs so charming about it.
I hate your hair
He loves his well-thought-out genetics, and you canât really blame him no matter how hard you try. Theyâre nice, even you have to admit that at a certain point, but what really takes the cake is his hair.Â
Itâs always perfectly styled- no doubt what he takes so much time staring at himself for. Â
So many of those girls that cling to him would give an arm and a leg to run their stupid little fingers through it.Â
You totally, most definitely, wouldnât like to touch it.
It looks crunchy. Soft. It looks matted. Perfectly combed through.
It looks like he had a little too much to drink and made a bad decision with his hairdresser. That or he went through a bad breakup.Â
How do you even begin to try and make your grievances take form, to insult him in less-than-kind words when itâs so perfect?Â
Too perfect, perhaps?
He had to have sold his soul to have such nice hair, you think. Why else would girls drop at the sight of him? Sure, heâs got a nice face.Â
His hair, however, is the cherry on top.
I hate your sunglasses
Everybody knows only douchebags wear sunglasses inside. Thatâs why youâre glaring at him from the other side of the bar. Heâs entertaining some random girl, whoâs pretty, but heâs wearing those damn sunglasses.
You swear he only ever takes them off to glare at you.
Occasionally Maverick is on the receiving end of his scowl. Youâre happy to have someone to share the burden with, even if itâs another cocky son of a bitch.Â
Of course, whenever youâre on base and not being lectured, those damn aviators are resting on his face. He makes a show of throwing them on whilst inside, like a complete and total douchebag. Sometimes, if youâre lucky, theyâll be nestled into his hair, but theyâre never truly gone.
Itâs like heâs making sunglasses inside a personality trait separate from douchebaggery.Â
âSunglasses inside will never be attractive.âÂ
âThe girls at the O seem to think they are.â He says, and you know heâs not looking for your approval but you wish he were.
5.I hate your teeth
Lieutenant Tom Iceman Kazansky can typically be seen flashing a smile at anybody willing to look.Â
And boy were there a lot of people willing to look, begging to see one of those grade A grins. Heâs a sucker for a little pleading.
For some strange reason though, those smiles were never directed towards you, and there is no way in hell your pride would permit you asking to see him smile.Â
Sometimes, heâd threateningly bare his teeth and bite, and thatâs the closest youâd ever gotten to a smile.Â
Whenever you say something stupid, he rolls his eyes instead of laughing. Whenever you compliment him, albeit backhandedly, he ignores it. Whenever you smile at him, he turns around and leaves.Â
 He even smiles at Pete Mitchell, and theyâve had a problem for forever.
 You can't stop thinking itâs something wrong with you, but itâs just a stupid smile, a show of affection. It bothers you so much, for what reason? Itâs a measly little act of joy.
It harbors affection and joy he clearly did not have for you.Â
Maybe if those smiles were directed towards you though, in some other world where Ice isnât a dipshit, youâd hate his stupid teeth a little less.Â
6. I hate your voice
His tone, when addressing you, was either dripping with sarcasm or hatred. No inbetween.
âHey sweetheart, make sure not to fly into my jet wash.â Mocking smile in tow, or âYouâd have to be stupid to try that.âÂ
What a dick.Â
Only sometimes did you wish to be responded to with a little bit of respect, or kindness. His arrogant-ass couldnât even think of you and civility in the same sentence though, much less kindness.Â
His tone is always razor sharp, and that saying, sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me? A complete lie. Especially when talking to Iceman. His words cut deep. Deeper than any sticks, or stones, could even think of trying to pierce. Petty insults, derogatory compliments, misogynistic comments, you deal with it all.Â
Somehow, he stays so calm throughout all the insults you throw at him. Itâs like he wants you to call him annoying, or a man-whore, or whatever you can think of to try and fail at getting under his skin.Â
None of the things you try to knock him down with resonate with him. They never get through his thick skull and make him feel bad.
So, you hate it. You hate his voice.Â
7.I hate your flyingÂ
What a stupid thing to hate, but his flying is the baseline of his identity. His flying is who he is, what he is.Â
If he wasnât who he is, and he was a little bit more like Slider, or Hollywood, or anyone else, you wouldnât hate him.Â
So yeah, you hate his flying. It makes him think heâs better than everyone. He makes all the rules, and heâs an insufferable wingman to have. Heâs always âBreak right.â or âI have the shot, move.â and he does not have the shot, but you want to trust him.Â
He lets you down time and time again, and itâs his stupid, stupid flying that ruins everything.
Of course he can never let you get a shot. You get close to Jester? Ice is telling you not to take it. You should know by now not to listen to him because he always swoops in and steals the shot, but god do you wish he was a little bit less âMe, me, me!â with flying.Â
8. I hate your callsign
Iceman.
It fits him perfectly in more ways than one. Goose is right, Iceman flies perfectly. He makes no mistakes, wearing his opponent (and sometimes his wingman) down so that he can deliver the final blow. He flies ice-cold. So perfect that you shiver in awe just watching.Â
Ice also is a dick. He just is ice-cold. Youâre pretty sure the only person heâs warmed up to in his life is Slider.Â
Itâs common to talk about Ice on base, whether that be in admiration or disgust. Youâre hoping he hasnât heard some of the more positive things youâve said about him so that it doesnât go to his head.Â
But if he had, would he thaw out a little?
9. I hate your intelligence.Â
You have to be at least a little smart to join the Navy, but with Ice? His genius is a little overbearing.
To put it bluntly, Ice is a know it all.
An insufferable know it all with a tendency to insult anyone who disagrees with him. Not that you can disagree with him, because heâs right.Â
âThat maneuver wouldnât work.âÂ
âIt could,âÂ
âNot safely. Huge chance you could kill your wingman.â And you want to say heâs stupid, or that heâs wrong, but he isnât. Thatâs the worst part. He is right, he knows it, you know it.Â
âYouâre doing it all wrong, look, you have to line up the cue like this,â He says, snatching the pool cue out of your hand. Maybe heâs trying to be helpful, but really you think heâs just trying to show off.Â
âI was doing fine, Iceman.â
âFine for someone who wants to lose.â He snorts, and you flip him off and leave.Â
Heâs smart, he has all the answers, and he makes you feel like you have none.Â
10. I hate that I love you.Â
There, I said it. You probably already knew though.
Love,
Your least favorite pilot.
#iceman x reader#tom kazansky x reader#tom iceman kazansky x reader#tom âicemanâ kazansky x reader#iceman#tom iceman kazansky#tom âicemanâ kazansky#tom kazansky#top gun 1989#top gun#top gun fic#slider is mentioned cause i love him so much#i am a slider girl through and through#swirly writes#top gun 1989 fic
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teardrops on my guitar âĄ

pairing: semi x f!reader âĄ
genre: angsty // unrequited love // pining âĄ
summary: it was like the plot of any rom com; two kids, a boy and a girl who were best friends since childhood and inseparable. you fell in love with him, and maybe he couldâve loved you too. such a shame he grew feelings for someone else âĄ
word count: 1.7k âĄ
authorâs note: i love the pretty setters so much why am i doing this t-t which one next? lolol jk - not proofread sry. also wtf tryna write this on the train then some nub slams into my seat from behind dude u wot âĄ
⥠(inspired by teardrops on my guitar by taylor swift) âĄ

âWhatâs this?â
âA flower duhâ
âBut.. why...?â
âMy dad gives them to my mum. He says he loves her afterâ
âBut why are you giving it to me?â
âBecause we love each other right?â
âYeahâ
âAnd one day weâll get married and stuffâ
âHahaha, yeah! And then you give me all the flowers!â
A sweet memory, one from many years prior had always managed to pop into your mind at the most random times. You wished it didnât, an adorable and innocent reminiscence had no place here, only offering confusion and complications. Semi Eita is your best friend, you wouldnât let your feelings ruin your friendship with him.
Sometimes youâd wonder what would happen if you did actually confess to him. Wondering if he actually did remember the childish promise the two of you made. Neither of you had known of the power and meaning of the words uttered between you at barely 6 years old. The innocence of it all turned into something different.
Something deeper.
You also wondered if he wouldâve looked at her. It was way too easy to fall into the mindset of âif I had told him, would he have looked at me the way he does her?â. âIf I said my feelings sooner, could he have held me the same?â.
If I had told Semi I loved him, would he kiss me like that too?
There was way too many ifs going through your head, it was a marvel you could concentrate on anything else. At least during these moments your heart had some reprieve, a minuscule break of the pain you had to endure everyday you saw him with her.
Everyday during lunch, she sat next to him. The couple sitting opposite you at the table and you absolutely loathed it. It didnât seem fair, the two of them being all lovey dovey, the sight of a picture perfect couple. Flaunting the perfect love they shared to anyone and everyone who saw. It just sucked that you were in the front row.
Everyday at practice she was there, cheering on Semi. Her yells and squeals echoing against the court walls. They easily overshadowed your silent ones. Sheâd jump excitedly next to you, clapping and screaming for the team. If you squinted, you couldâve pretended that the warm smile he threw over at the both of you was for you only.
You knew better though. Knew that any affection of love held was hers, and only hers. Knew the cheeky winks and blown kisses were reserved only for her. Knew that the uncontrollable feelings you felt for your best friend would never be reciprocated.
For only small moments, you could delude yourself into believing that Semi Eita had loved you the way you loved him.
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âąâ
â°âââœàŒâŸâââ±â
âąâ
Jogging towards you, you handed Semi his water bottle, a small smile tugging on your lips. He wasnât looking at you though. Honestly he never looked at you anymore, not with her around. Even when she wasnât his eyes scanned for her. Like nothing else even mattered as long as she was there.
You had to hold back a sigh, quietly watching as he stared at her with such loving eyes. You wanted to hate it. Absolutely despise the way he looked at her, but you couldnât. He looked so happy. Like a scene from a romance movie, he eyed her as if she was the sun, and everything just revolved around her. The whole nine yards of feeling goosebumps and a quickening heartbeat, Semi felt it all.
You wondered if she even knew the adoration he held for her. Despite her back being turned, despite the fact that she was engaged in conversation with someone else, Semi was undeniably smitten.
âYou know, I think sheâs the oneâ Semi whispered to you. This was the harsh reality of it all. No matter how much you wished, Semi Eita just wasnât meant for you.
âYou think so?â You tried to hide your exhaustion, numbness taking over your body. You could still feel the pinpricks of heartache however, no matter how much you tried to push it down. And sooner or later, it would overwhelm you until you buried your face into your pillow and cried til you fell asleep. That was a problem for future you though.
âYeah, I doâ he smiled wistfully at her, your heart fracturing little by little. You knew that look all too well. The look of longing, admiration and pure love. Recognised it all to well, because it was the way you looked at him. In class, at lunch and during practice. Whenever he wasnât looking, youâd lower your wall by the tiniest bit.
You werenât unknown to the fact that she looked at him exactly the same way too.
Whenever he was concentrating on his work, his serves or chatting with his friends, sheâd gaze at him with the same affection that was unknown to Semi himself. It wasnât hard to be envious. Not just because you were in love with Semi too, but to find something so special was so incredibly rare.
âIâm really happy for you Semi, Iâm glad you found her.â You looked away, not wanting Semi to see your face. Sure that if he saw your eyes, heâd see the heartbreak swimming beneath the glistening tears that had just barely started to form.
âSemi!â You heard her squeal, bouncing her way to the both of you and throwing herself in his arms. It truly was unfair how they seemed to meld together so well. Like ying and yang, the moon and tides. You couldnât have one without the other, so complimentary in existence.
You tuned them out, not wishing to subject yourself to anymore heartache for the day.
âYou should join us Y/N! We donât hang out much and I wanna get to know Semiâs best friend moreâ she smiled. Her wonderfully radiant smile beamed at you. Pearly whites shining under the lights, it was like God himself blessed her, an invisible spotlight on her at all times. Guess God really did have favourites, and she was impeccable.
âAh Iâd love to but I really have to get this homework done or I never will. Plus donât wanna intrudeâ you shyly said. You didnât know how much you wouldâve been able to take.
âAlright fine but next time! Gotta promise âkay?â She giggled and snuggled up to Semiâs side.
âOf course, itâs a promiseâ
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âąâ
â°âââœàŒâŸâââ±â
âąâ
You were slow packing up your books and pens, the lunch bell normally alerting your body to speed your way to your lunch table to prolong the little break you did get.
When you finally did make it to your friends, you noticed Semi hadnât arrived yet, and the only open seat was next to her. With a quiet sigh, you reluctantly sat down.
Opening your school bought bento, you picked at the egg, too exhausted from everything and just not being in the mood to eat.
âY/N, you alright?â Her super sweet and feminine voice rang in your ear. Honestly, it was just grating to you now. You plastered on a fake smile.
âYeah, sorry just super tiredâ you continued to stare at your food, probably looking like you hated the mix of meat and vegetables. Just for today, you didnât want to pretend to be okay. Pretending that you were happy for your best friend. Pretending that you werenât in love with him. Pretending that you didnât hate his girl even though she did nothing to warrant any form of hatred from you.
âGuess who!â You saw Semi over your shoulder, playfully covering her eyes and hiding one arm behind is back. She giggled out his name, pulling his arm off and giving him a quick peck. You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes, their public display of affection eating away at you, and making you more infuriated and annoyed.
Semi pulled a beautiful bouquet from his back and handed them to her, her eyes widening in surprise.
Flowers huh?
âWow Semi, these are gorgeous! But you didnât have to..â she stared starstruck, unable to look away at the assortment of flora. Pinks, reds and whites decorated the bouquet, and were wrapped in a gorgeous purple cellophane.
âI know, I wanted to. You do give flowers to the person you like right?â
And just like that, your heart completely shattered.
She gave Semi another peck, thanking him for the thoughtful gesture.
You quickly arose from your seat, throwing your napkin and chopsticks into your bento, packing it up and quietly leaving the table.
âHey, where are you going?â Semi called out to you, both of them looking at you curiously.
âSorry, just need to go to the bathroom real quickâ and you scurried off, throwing away your barely eaten meal with a bit more force than necessary.
When you finally made it to the bathrooms, you slammed the door and leaned your back against it. You started to inhale deeply, the once cute memory that brought you happiness now only gave you pain. You pulled the toilet lid down and sat, not caring if it wasnât as hygienic as it shouldâve been.
Curling your knees into your chest, you buried your face in them and let out the anguish and hurt that had been waiting to spill over. The hot burning tears that you only had yourself to blame for, because you were the idiot who fell in love with their best friend.
You cried until your eyes felt swollen and heavy, the constant friction of repeated rubs on the sleeve of your blazer added to the redness in your eyes. You looked down at your black polished school shoes, unaware of how much time had actually passed. It didnât matter anyway.
Steadily, you got up from the seat. Once you left this bathroom stall, youâd never cry over Semi Eita ever again. Youâd be the best friend, the one who would always be happy for him; and you wouldnât fake it this time. Youâd actively and attentively listen to him about his relationship, no longer going to feel bitter. Youâd smile and cheer, and be the most supportive you could be, how you should be. They deserved that.
Youâd let Semi go.
Perhaps tonight, with the newly made promises to yourself, youâd finally be able to get some sleep.
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Life at 21st Century,
a (crack) viewpoint of a 19 years old girl.
Truthfully, I believe that I am living a fairly good life here at 21st century, thanks to Heavenly Father. Of course, life here on earth is not perfectly perfect. As humans we have needs; like food, water, home, clothes and other basic necessities that people do. Most things here on this planet can be purchased by money. Well, except pure love, I think.
But yes, I am dwelling a good life in the modern world. Unlike the ancient times, I do not have to get worried being eaten by wild and horrifying animals as I frolic from places to places, (and that was before Covid19), nor afraid that someone will strike an arrow at me from meters away nor get stabbed by heavy-weighted swords, because of territory disputes and whatnot.
Also, if I am curious about something; I can easily whipped my android phone with a data (that cost a hundred pesos at least and can last for an entire week) and search at our good ol pal-mah-bestie "google" to answer my questions. Especially now, technology has been a huge help in my online classes. Like if there is an activity that has been sent through gclass or messenger, "don't worry wps or google docs can help you save your soft-copy files through skynet or cloud files". See even the names for these useful helpers are extraordinary. Now imagine these terms being used in ancient times, surely people out there will cast you away or burn you for the fear of "witchcraft". Hmmm. People tend to act negatively towards things unknown even today.
Now, "having troubles in seeking answers for your assignments? Do not fear for our bestie google is dependable and it can âalmostâ answer everything; keyword âeverythingâ ". Just be careful about false information, less you end up making a fool of yourself. Social media is super scary. People are too bored these days that they will find one flaw, and they will take your picture or video and post, tada! "Youâre viral!" Reactions, share & share, comments, hate or love; that is the life of social media user. Sometimes, toxicity is too much. It is time to burrow in my comfortable blanket and read books like the old times.
At 21st century, cooking food becomes easy unless "you ain't chef". No need to cut branches of trees, nor use coals for cooking food. When you got a stove and prycegas, it is easy cooking! âYou got left-overs?â Refrigerator now exists, and this is like one of the useful inventions ever existed.
Hygiene at 21st century. I am so bless to be able to take a bath without problems. Unless the water is gone for a meantime, like maintenance of sort or âyou haven't paid yet~â Bless are the souls who invented shampoo, and soap. When I am remembering how ancient people only took a bath for like once a month or worse, because of how terrible old times are? Yikes. Semi-germaphobic me, might as well faint because of a speck of dirt. Joking. So I am really grateful to be born at 21st century.
Life here at 21st century is great, but it has its own downsides. I got "panza" (spanish for "bilbil") for having too lenient life like using gadgets everyday while sitting, oops. My eyes were now blurry too; I miss my sharp-sighted eyes huhu. Moreover, I am unhappy to see children wearing legit eyeglasses already due to constant use of gadgets.
Our body is precious, let's love it. Did I also mention, robots like A.I are cool in the movies? But in real life, if it gets out of control, humans are bound to be doomed. When this time comes, I hope that Almighty God will harvest my loves one and I. Still, let's be grateful for all things that we have. Fighting!
P.S I still want to share a lot of things, but I think this is like too long hehe.
P.S I had fun doing this one đ
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June 3, 2021 Your Excellencies, Do You Even Believe? Jennifer HartlineÂ
The learned and the mighty have been weighing in now for weeks regarding the ongoing scandal of Catholic pro-abortion politicians, particularly Speaker Nancy Pelosi and President Joe Biden, and the question of giving and receiving the Holy Eucharist.
I wonder if the USCCB will listen to a voice like mine. I am not a theologian or scholar. I am an ordinary laywoman. (Please note: This is not directed at the bishops who have spoken out publicly in defense of Eucharistic and moral coherence. Those few, steadfast shepherds are the exception, not the rule. I am immensely grateful to them.)
The scandal isnât merely the Catholic politician who betrays the Faith. It is also those priests and bishops who shrug and nod, issue utterly worthless statements about the need for greater âdialogueâ about what to do, and bemoan their âimmense sadnessâ over the whole thing.
You lament the present âsituationâ and issue another statement about your sadness.
The âsituation,â of course, is that baptized Catholics who publicly profess their devout faith are using all their political power and energy to facilitate the ongoing slaughter of the child in the womb. They guarantee half a billion dollars each year in funding for the killers. They protect this ârightâ (their language!) with legislation and fight every attempt at restricting the killing.
They do this gladly, without remorse, without any intention of ceasing. They are proud and empowered in their zealous advocacy of slaughtering innocents.
Yet, you only find your indignation and courage to condemn the âpoliticizationâ of the Eucharist. We must not âweaponizeâ the Eucharist, you solemnly warn, as though you are oblivious to the truth that it is Biden and Pelosi et al. who are âpoliticizingâ the Eucharist. It is they who have made receiving Communion a litmus test of âinclusionâ and âconscienceâ and âunityâ according to the worldâs demand.
To these scandalous Catholics (and to the rest of the Church listening) you speak with all the conviction and authority of a whimpering dog. The public figures in question laugh at your carefully worded, heavyhearted softballs, knowing they will whack it right back in your face. Â
They sing the tune, and you dance on the end of their strings. It is clear who preaches to whom.
I can only conclude, sadly, that you do not believe. Nothing else makes any sense.
If you truly believed the Eucharist was the Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity of Jesus Christ, Son of the Living God, then you could not be so careless. You could not be so indifferent to the mockery of the King by those who publicly disavow His authority.
Or maybe what you donât believe is that abortion is evil. Maybe you do not really believe it is always wrong to kill the child in the womb. Maybe you do not believe it is morally imperative, or even a good idea, to outlaw abortion.
That would help explain why this âsituationâ has gone on for decades, like a horror movie on endless repeat.
If Pelosi and Biden championed the legal right to kill kindergarteners, and poured half a billion dollars each year into an industry that existed solely to kill kindergarteners, would you have any qualms about them receiving the Eucharist? Would you still say that it was a political statement to deny them the Sacrament?
The unvarnished truth is that Pelosi and Biden actively work for the abortion industry. Do you understand that? Who works that zealously for something he truly believes is wrong?
Or perhaps you do not love. It would seem so because there is no love in betraying the Lord. Nor is there any love in enabling the death of souls in your charge. Or will you argue it is not a mortal sin to kill the child in the womb? If it is a mortal sin, how can it be justifiable to deliberately enable that sin? What excuse can possibly be offered for one who champions the killing of innocents, who personally and professionally benefits from partnerships with those who kill?
These are the ones who scold and sneer at your gentle chiding about the âprotection of the unborn.â You refuse to act with courage and clarity to confront their heinous actions. You refuse to call them to repentance and fidelity. You refuse to care for their souls.
It is not a private matter any longer. It hasnât been for many years. The scandal is public, the effects far-reaching, the consequences of your inaction are devastating. It is incoherent, inconceivable, that you, as a body, are conflicted and unsure whether it is right and just to withhold the Eucharist from any Catholic who willfully persists in zealous facilitation of abortion.
One wonders if you still believe in sin at all or have any fear of Hell at all. The faithful sheep still do, and we need shepherds who recognize the wolf as a threat. Unfortunately, I have seen how you shepherd. I have seen how you compromise and make excuses, and I have no confidence you would act any differently toward me.
You would leave me to the wolf. You would choose some other, lesser love over love of God. You would âaccompanyâ me on the wide road. If I were lost in mortal sin, deluded by the evil one, participating in acts that will condemn me to Hell if I do not repent and convert, I could not count on you to tell me unchanging, hard truths. You would not offer me severe mercy, only counterfeit mercy.
You are unwilling to risk the mockery and scorn of the world, so you preach inclusion and unity rather than repentance and conversion.
You pretend that a soul can openly betray Church teaching and still claim to be a faithful son or daughter of the Church. You are there with handy excuses for why all the teachings of the Church are hard to embrace in their entirety, given all the complexities and pressures of daily life.
You do not love. You do not believe. What other explanation is there?
There is set before us life and death, the blessing and the curse. How long will you go on pretending there is any âdialogueâ still to have? What is left to say to Herod at this point?
source Crisis magazine online
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The Best Mistake of My Life - Pt.4
The Right (Dance) Partner
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader   Word count: 4510
Summary: A soulmate AU. They say having a soulmate is a blessing. Who wouldnât love the idea of star-crossed lovers, right?
You are asked to dance and Steve is not the only one. Ah-oh.
Warnings: swearing, FLUFF, Steveâs friends being Steveâs friends⊠go figure
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Your dance technique was far from perfect; dancing with Steve was everything though. He held you securely, one of his arms around your waist, his other hand holding yours, his body not pressed against you completely, but close enough, his eyes attentively glued to you as if no one else existed.
You felt special. You felt beautiful. You felt adored. And all of that thanks to him.
You wouldnât have even noticed another song ended if it wasnât for the large figure tapping on Steveâs shoulder. He turned his head, surprised. You, on the other hand, gulped in fright. The man was huge. You had a good guess who that was. Trouble?
âCaptain. May I borrow your dance partner?â
Oh, definitely trouble.
Steve gaped a bit, exchanging a puzzled look with you. He was asking whether you would allow it, you realized.
You had no clue. Then again, what was the worst thing that could happen? It could be awkward, sure, but you would try your best not to make an ass of yourself. Unlike with Mr.Stark. Letâs never talk about that again.
You nodded inconspicuously and Steve sighed.
âAll yours,â he whispered, sounding like he didnât want to give you up at all. It warmed you up, especially in your belly. He wanted you with him. He didnât want to give you away. God bless him.
He shuffled away, catching your gaze one more time to make you were okay without him. Well, you were okay, but would be better with him.
âMy lady. I am Thor Odinson of Asgard. It would be my pleasure to have this dance. May I?â
His voice was thundering as if he was a God of Thunder himself indeed, but you could tell he was trying his best not to intimidate you. Well, you could appreciate the effort, no matter how vain.
You blinked in shock when he placed his palm on his chest and gave you a tiny bow. Holy shit, Asgard â a planet, as you had learned from Steve â grew their men with extraordinary manners. Huh.
You shyly revealed your name, earning a smile from the god and a light kiss on the back of your hand; it reminded you of the second (or was it first and halfth?) meeting with Steve. Your heart skipped a beat at the memory and you realized that no matter how charming this man seemed, your heart already belonged to someone else; not that you had ever gave consent, it just⊠happened.
Steve had broad shoulders of which you thought could carry the weight of the world (and you had a hunch that sometimes they did), but as Thor enveloped you for a dance, you had to admit that his shoulders were as if they belonged to Atlas himself. He was so freaking huge.
âLady mine, tell me. Do you like the feast brother Anthony prepared?â
Who the heck talked like that? Steve sometimes slipped, sounding like from an old movie, sometimes revealing Brooklyn slang from his time, but man, this was something else.
âI⊠yes. He⊠certainly put a lot of effort into it,â you babbled, automatically adjusting to his speech.
âLady Potts is a great help for him in feats like these. I must say our celebrations are rather different, but I am impressed nevertheless.â
âOh. What do your celebrations look like?â you heard yourself asking, actually intrigued.
A laugh bubbled in his throat as he spun you. âYou would consider them too savage, I believe.â
You had no idea how to react to that. So you just hummed indecisively.
âI am certain someone has told you tonight, but you look very beautiful.â
You started at him, nearly faltering in your steps that werenât even proper steps. Did he just⊠did he compliment you? An Asgardian? A demigod? Holy shit. Ryan was going to freak out about as much as you were freaking out at the moment.
âT-thank you,â you stuttered, too taken aback to sound like a normal person.
âYouâre very welcome, my lady.â
The rest of the dance â rather short, thankfully â was more or less silent. You had to admit you enjoyed meeting Thor and dancing with him, but there was still the fact he was⊠a demigod apparently and that left you a bit uneasy. You mentally sighed in relief when the song ended.
Which was a mistake. Because Tony Stark took Thorâs place.
Shit.
You genuinely considered saying no when he asked for a dance; except Thor basically shoved you into Starkâs arms with a grin and a nod and you couldnât quite back away. Well. You had handled your latest dentistâs appointment. Couldnât be worse than pulling your teeth of wisdom, right?
"So⊠you have eyes on Cap?" was his first attempt at conversation and you realized you counted your chickens before they hatched. You groaned internally.
And then, your sassy side came to life as if challenged. You didnât fight it and held your head high, swallowing your nervousness.
"No, Mr.Stark. I have my eyes focused on my dance partner, which happens to be you at the moment."
You would swear his eyebrows rose and you couldnât even see it over his mask.
"You're cheeky for a chick I could get kicked out for not being invited," he noted, tilting his head to side as he was probably trying to figure you out.
You felt naked and it was not a pleasant feeling like when Steve was looking at you. Nope, sir.
"I might not be on the list, but I was invited," you opposed, ignoring the knot twisting in your stomach slowly.
Get it together, woman! You deal with people coming to your office every day! You met worse.
"By Romanoff," he stated and you couldnât hide your smirk, finding you might actually indulge in the game of a mysterious woman.
"You could say that."
"She said you weren't a spy, but now I'm doubting it. You have a great ability not to spill beans. One might call you sneaky. Maybe you're a politician," he joked, eyes still calculating.
"Or a Stark from what I heard," you shot back, horror striking you right after. Shit. Too much. "Sorry, that was out of line."
But the billionaire only scoffed, spinning you. Was that an attempt on a smile on his face? "You're trouble, miss âRomanoff Got Me In.â"
"So I've heard."
"What you do for living?" he continued his interrogation and an exclamation sign lighted up in your head in warning.
"I tell you and you'll know who I am immediately. I know how much tech and databases you have."
You had an idea at least. After all, if Natasha wasnât lying, she had found you and identified you as Steveâs soulmate thanks to one of those.
"Huh. You're smart," he⊠complimented you, you guessed, and you mentally yayed. Better than nothing.
"Not smart enough, given the fact that I let S- someone to convince me to come here." And meet you.
He quirked up. "So there's someone else involved."
"Maybe."
"Can't be Rogers.â You nearly broke your cover right then. He sounded so sure it made you want to laugh. âToo much of a boy scout. So who-"
"The boy scout would like his dance partner back,â sounded behind you and your lips automatically curled up in a smile.
"Hush, I want one more. It's not like you marked her to show off she belongs to you or something," Stark challenged, his arm tightening his grip.
Oh-oh. You couldnât see Steve, but you had a hunch he was not going to share with Stark anymore, provoked by both his attitude and words. The question was, how would he convince him to let you go? You had an idea, butâŠ
"Actually, I did."
You spun to stare at Steve, shocked that he actually said it so openly. That you didnât see coming.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Stark demanded, his gaze flickering between the two of you.
Well. You might as well adjust to Steveâs play. Hell, you had already been playing a bit. You pushed the wide strap of your dress aside to reveal Steve's neat handwriting, his first words to you on your skin.
Stark immediately went to examine it â you couldn't help but quickly cover it before he could actually read it. Steveâs hand appeared on your lower back, slightly turning you over to him with the lightest of pressure. Stark seemed to shocked to fight him.
"Now if you excuse us. They're playing our song."
âThank you for the dance, Mr.Stark,â you smiled over your shoulder before fully facing Steve, delighted to see him.
âSure, whateverâŠâ
Another slow song started and you were pulled into the only arms you wanted to be in tonight.
âThanks for the save,â you said, honestly grateful.
âDidnât look like you needed one,â he stated, sounding slightly astounded.
ââŠsorry. Did I⊠was I rude? I was rude, wasnât I? Oh god-â
He leaned in with a smile, his lips catching your hair. Well that was new. A very pleasant new. You closed your eyes at the tender sensation.
âTony needs someone to play verbal ping-pong with him. You held your ground perfectly. Iâm proud of you, to be honest.â
You looked up, surprised. ââŠreally?â
âYes. Even Natasha seemed to be amused when I told her some of your comebacks.â
Your cheeks burned with that announcement. He heard? All of it? And interpreted it to Romanoff? âI thought your hearing was just a little better than average.â
âJust enough to hear you,â he soothed you, his hand on your waist softly caressing. âYou met the most handful ones. Bruce is going to be alright and Clint⊠well, Natasha will make him behave. You did it, you met my friends. And you handled it just fine. Youâre wonderful.â
Steve seemed so genuinely amazed again, as if you were the most wondrous person he had ever met. You curled closer to him, testing the waters. âI admit I was a bit intimidated⊠okay, a lot.â
âReally? Didnât look like it at all.â
âMust have been the champagne I had,â you admitted with a self-depreciating chuckle. âLiquid courage and all thatâŠ. What?â
âI think you have enough courage even without having a drink. The more I know about you⊠the more you amaze me.â
âSteveâŠâ
His thumb hesitantly stroked the exposed skin of your cheek, the touch turning firmer yet still soft when your lips parted and your breath hitched. He was so careful with physical affection, small steps like this always taking you by surprise. But a very pleasant surprise â with how gently he treated you, you felt⊠precious. It was an indescribable feeling, filling you with euphoria, your heart bursting with joy. You wished to let Steve know how much you appreciated him already, but any time you tried, he just took your breath away with something even⊠more, making any attempt of yours look pale in comparison.
His blue eyes bored into yours, holding your gaze as if the spacious room full of people didnât exist. His thumb moved painfully slowly to your lower lip, causing you to gasp.
âIâd really like to kiss you right now. Youâd mind?â
You couldnât breathe. You died. You were sure of it. His fingertip was still on your lips, sending jolts of electricity down your spine and all you wanted was him to replace it with his mouth. You nearly screamed the obvious answer to his question.
âNo,â you whispered instead, unable to expand your chest with air, aching with anticipation. âWouldnât mind at all, Steve.â
He leaned in with one quick movement as if he was afraid youâd change your mind. Yeah, nope. Still, he hesitated an inch from your lips, giving you the last chance to retreat. Once again, nope.
You swallowed awkwardly loudly, licked your lips and met his before he could back out, which was a real concern, because so far you had barely made it to you kissing his cheek.
His hand was still on your face, cradling your jaw tenderly, his warm lips once again reluctant on yours, the lightest of touches. You closed your eyes, indulging the feeling. You didnât see stars, but you could feel them in your veins when he added a little pressure, dancing with your lips in synch. You sneaked one of your hands to his chest, feeling his rapidly beating heart under your palm. Yours wasnât any slower, but you had no care in the world. Only the fact that he was reacting to you this way mattered and that his lips were still on yours, his fingers curling around your nape. Your own clutched his suit jacket in response, returning you to reality at the same time.
Suit jacket. Party. People.
You parted from his mouth, fighting for some air, but didnât let more than few inches between you. You were glad you were in his arms, because your legs got a bit wobbly and how the hell was he affecting you this much?
âSorry,â Steve rasped, voice husky. âI got a bit⊠carried away.â
You shook your head, still out of breath, hungrily drinking in his scent as your forehead rested against his chest carefully for a second to regain your composure. Only then you retreated and opened your eyes.
âYou can get carried away more often.â
When you looked up, you could see the corners of his mouth raised inconspicuously. His fingers trailed down, back to your waist.
âDeal. But not where all of my friends can see.â
Your belly caught fire at that premise and you quickly pecked his lips once more to seal the deal.
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âDid Rogers just make out on the dance floor?â Clint blurred out, exasperated. âYou owe me an explanation, Tasha!â
âTheyâre soulmates,â Tony hummed, appearing out of nowhere, sounding smug. Natasha raised a challenging eyebrow. "You knew that too?!"
"I found her. Cool software you developed, by the way."
âIâm sorry, did you use my software to find Spanglesâ soulmate? How?â
âNot my place to say,â she shrugged casually, but gave everyone around her â Clint, Bruce and Tony â a pointed look hinting them to leave it alone.
âHe looks happy,â Bruce noted instead then, earning a smile from the redhead.
âHe is. Sheâs good for him.â
âYou know way too much, Romanoff. So, are we meeting her, the whole team together or what?â Tony whined, glancing the direction of the lovebirds as if he wanted to march to them and demand a proper introduction right now.
Natasha rolled her eyes. âThe afterparty in our small circle. The sooner you end this monstrosity, the sooner you get to meet her officially.â
âLetâs end it right now then,â Tony decided, already making his way to the podium and Clint snorted at his behaviour.
âHe hates you knew this before him. Iâm surprised you didnât tell me, thoughâŠâ
âItâs new, Clint. And they deserve a little privacy,â she explained easily, which drew a resigned sigh from the archer â an involuntary agreement.
They were interrupted by Tony taking the microphone. âAlright, kids, time to wrap it up. Old man has other duties tonight too. Enjoy the fireworks, they start in a minute. Goodnight.â
âHeâs such a man-child,â Natasha commented, rolling her eyes good-naturedly.
âAh, come on, Tasha. Didnât you hear all men are children? Letâs see the fireworksâŠâ
Clint was already gone when she turned to follow him.
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If you were being honest, you did notice Steve watching you instead of the fireworks, just like you didnât miss the tension in his shoulders at the loud bangs of explosions; he looked as if he was expecting an attack.
You, on the other hand, didnât expect one and it came.
One moment you felt his eyes on you and the next, Steve was kissing the living daylights of you, stealing your breath. You had no idea how long it took for the two of you to part. Â You spent the rest of the âsurpriseâ dizzy, in a strange and very pleasant haze, leaning onto his side. Maybe you were getting too cuddly, the alcohol you had playing a role, but he didnât seem to mind, his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you just where you had nestled. And to be fair, he had started it, alright.
You were beaming and didnât care one bit if you looked like an idiot.
The guests left the party rather quickly after the fireworks, Starkâs earlier words effective. You stood with Steve on the balcony until the room cleared, moving inside when it was only the Avengers remaining. They took off their masks (as if those had been ever working and actually disguised their identity), settling on couches standing in circle in the upper part of the room.
Steve took your hand then, smiling encouragingly, and led you to the lionâs den. You werenât that afraid, to be honest. You had met most of the team anyway.
âThanks for the party, Tony. And the fireworks,â Steve nodded to his friend and the billionaire just waved it off.
âWe all know itâs mostly Pepper who always executes my brilliant ideas,â he stated, oh so humble.
âIâm sure you can take a lot of credit, Mr.Stark. It was stunning, especially the end,â you added, hoping you didnât sound as shaky as you got all of sudden.
Mr.Stark squinted, watching Steve half-amused, half-exasperated. âWell, Iâd say the birthday boy seemed to find other things quite stunning during the fireworks, donât you think?â
You felt the heat colour your skin at the idea of him watching you two kissing. You didnât mind a little public display of affection, but it was still new territory for you and Steve. He seemed embarrassed too.
âIgnore him, heâs being a dick. Letâs introduce officially so he can stop pretending to be offended,â Natasha hummed and you smiled at her gratefully.
"Good plan. Now mask off, Sassy Queen."
"Watch it, Stark," Steve hissed at your side, stripping his mask. It calmed you, seeing his protective side. You instantly knew that he hadnât been lying when saying that it wouldnât truly matter if the Avengers didnât warm up to you immediately â he would stay with you either way.
âFair warning, I had this on my face the whole evening and I might look like a cartoon monsterâŠâ
Doctor Banner snorted at that, causing Mr.Barton to chuckle and you realized your mistake, quickly putting the mask away.
âYou look just fine,â Steve assured you, smiling at you radiantly.
You took a deep breath, scanning the company. These were Steveâs friends. And the Earthâs mightiest heroes. No pressure. You cleared your throat, revealing your name and then took time to shake hands with each of the member of the team.
"Mr. Barton-â
âClint. Nice to meet you,â he said evenly, his grip firm but kind. He seemed genuinely pleased to meet you.
âDoctor Banner. Uhm, sorry about the inappropriate remark earlier-â
âItâs Bruce. Donât worry about it.â
You gave him a tight smile. âThank you. Uhm, Mr. StarkâŠâ
âOh no. Iâm not gonna tell you to call me Tony. You were pushing it. And you stole Capsicleâs virtue-â
âOh please, Tony. You loved her sassy mouth. Now tune it down, we donât want to scare Capâs girl away,â Clint scolded him, winking at you right after. You grinned at him.
âOuch. Betrayal. Fine, Iâm Tony. Not too bad to meet you. Also, looks like someone else likes your sassy mouth.â
âTonyâŠâ Steve sighed, giving him a disappointed look and you rather moved on, nodding at Natasha.
âNatasha.â
âGlad you got it right,â she smirked, leaving you to the last team member. The alien one.
Suddenly, you didnât know what to do with your hands. A handshake seemed a bit inappropriate. So, intelligently, you did something that resembled an awkward curtsey. âThor."
The king of Asgard looked impressed and you could feel Steveâs eyes on you, shining; they narrowed when Thor took your hand and kissed your knuckles for the second time that evening.
"Watch it, Thor, you might get punched if you're not careful," Tony snarked, but the god just laughed.
"Oh no. I have no intention to come between brother Steven and his lady, no matter how enchanting she is. It was not visible in the crowd, but I can see the brightness of their soul bond now."
Your hand fell slackly to your side when he said the words, your whole body frozen with shock.
"Soul bond?" Steve questioned softly, moving closer to your side, arm sneaking around your waist possessively.
"I can see with more than my eyes,â he informed you. âAnd yours and Steven's souls are truly gravitating when near each other. Do not be alarmed at such occurrence. It is a good sign, mark of a strong and healthy binding."
"No pressure," Clint uttered, while Tony murmured âKinky,â making you blush furiously and Natasha roll her eyes.
âAlright, stop torturing the poor lovebirds,â she came to your rescue then. âWhy donât you tell us a bit about yourself?â
âIâm game,â Clint exclaimed, falling onto a couch. âPlease, tell us. Donât make us aim a bed lamp to your faceâŠâ
You giggled at his easy tone, obediently taking a seat, nestling next to Steve.
Soon, the talk moved onto different topics as well, the others actually joining the conversation, putting you at ease. Too much of an ease; after such a long evening, your eyelids started to close on their own and every time you blinked them open, it was harder to keep them that way.
âHey, Cap, I think youâre gonna have a girl in for a sleepover,â someone pointed out with hushed voice, which caused you to jolt awake.
Mild laugh erupted around the room.
âSorry,â you mumbled, tongue heavy, and you climbed to your feet. You could feel Steveâs hands hovering over you as you swayed. Damn your sleepy balance. âIâll go.â
âDonât be ridiculous. You can have my bed. And if you donât want to, there is a spare room somewhere, right, Tony?â Steve more stated than asked, sending your heart racing. His bed?
âWell, Iâm kinda tempted to say no and see where it goes if she sleeps in yoursâŠâ
Your head snapped to him in perfect sync with Steveâs.
âTony!â
You bit your cheek, unsure what to think of the horror in Steveâs voice. ââs fine. Iâll call a cab.â
âNo, you wonât,â Steve protested softly. âYou okay with my bed?â
âHavenât seen your bedâŠâ you pointed out, words slurring a bit. â âZit comfy?â
âAwwâŠâ
âAlright, letâs go,â Steve swept you off your feet right into his arms, a startled yelp erupting from your chest, your hands immediately clutching his shoulders. Where had he lost the jacket? The shirt was freaking hot and the seams on it seemed to cry around his arms. It was nice. Really, really nice.
âThanks, doll, but letâs agree you tell me later,â he pleaded lowly and given the fact everyone laughed, you were sure you said at least some of the praises out loud. Oh.
â âkay. Night, guysâŠâ
âGoodnight. Hey, I hope youâre staying for tomorrowâs game afternoon and movie night!â Clint cried after you, making you squint as your mind tried to remember. Had they talked about that earlier? You couldnât recall.
âUh-huhâŠâ you hummed indecisively, burying your head in the crook of Steveâs neck as he carried you away. Jeez, he didnât look bothered by your weight at all. What a neat trick. However, you could feel his muscles shifting with each step, clenching deliciously. âYouâre strong.â
âYeah, that was the point of the serum,â he whispered to your hair and as you giggled at his joke, your sense of balance messed up when the both of you suddenly went down. Where did you get into an elevator?
âGood job thenâŠâ
The rest of the journey was silent and before you knew it, you were being gently lowered to soft cushions. They felt like heaven, fluffy foam of clouds, but you liked Steveâs warm embrace better. You liked Steve better, period.
A kiss landed on your forehead with a silent chuckle. âI like you too.â
You were suddenly warm all over. Steve liked you too. Yay! He was the sweetest and the best and he liked you! You were suddenly so sure he would like the humble gift you had got him and was still sitting in your nightstand. You should have brought it with you, but you were such a chicken about his reaction in front of everyone⊠now it seemed silly. Steve wouldnât be anything but thankful for you thinking about himâŠ
âThat I would, even when I told you not to buy me anything. Get some sleep, doll. Iâll be right here on the couch if you need me, okay?â he coaxed, brushing your hair from your face.
Did you⊠say that out loud? And did he mention staying right here? Until morning?
Yeah, dummy, thatâs the purpose of a sleepover. You know that.
You groaned as you sobered up a bit. âI should change and remove my make-up. Promise not to scream when you see me. You have a spare toothbrush?â
âI do.â
Steve lent you a pair of shorts and a t-shirt instead of a pyjama too and soon you were tucked in the covers, facing the bathroom door, waiting for him to emerge. You were painfully sleepy, but you had to resist for a while longer.
Surprise was written all over his face when he found you still awake. Also, he had no shirt. Your first thought when seeing his ridiculously perfect abs and bare arms in their whole glory was âgod bless Americaâ. The second was never mind, even the better.
âHey, is something wrong?â he worried and you nodded solemnly. âWhat is it?â
âThe bedâs too big,â you whispered, making him frown in confusion.
âDonât know what to do about thatâŠâ
You rolled your eyes, moving to make space for him on the side closer to his perfectly baffled form. âUse your imagination, Rogers.â
His mouth formed a small âoâ, no sound coming out.
âPlease? Youâre warm. And I want to cuddle. Pleeease?â you whined, not caring you probably sounded like a needy bitch.
You werenât lying. Sure, Steve wore a pair of pyjama pants and nothing to cover his torso, which, yummy, but you honestly meant no funny business. You just wanted to sleep with your sweet soulmate in reach. That was all. For now.
âYou sure?â
âVery. Come here, Steve. Iâll be a gentleman, promise,â you swore with a tired smile, breaking into a content grin when he slipped into the covers with hushed laughter. âThank you. And thanks for tonight. Was nice.â
âYeah,â he breathed weakly, his hand finding yours.
You melted at the gesture, but you needed more. Eyes on his face to observe his reaction, you scooted closer, carefully laying your head on his chest.
God, you could die a happy woman when his arm wrapped around you. When he kissed your hair and whispered a goodnight, you contentedly closed your eyes and drifted to sleep in no time.
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Top 5 Hobbies During the COVID-19 Pandemic
It has been almost two years now since the COVID-19 started. It has led to a dramatic loss of human life worldwide, has affected millions of people losing their jobs, homes, and loved ones. The governments were not ready to face the economic and existential threats; medical workers risked their lives trying to save countless patients every day. The military and police personnel went sleepless in the streets to keep the community disciplined. It has been two years of trying to survive to this pandemic that we did not know would change our whole lives.
The topic I have chosen After surviving this pandemic myself, I couldn't be more grateful to the Lord for preserving and protecting me. I may say that these could be one of the worst years of my life, but it has taught me a lot of things. Including being resourceful of my time, and learning how to cope up with a pandemic through existing and building new hobbies. I chose the topic, "Top 5 Hobbies During the COVID-19 Pandemic" because I want to know how other people are doing during this pandemic, as well as help other people on how to keep themselves sane in this new normal life. I have created a survey that consists of 34 respondents ages 16 and above, and below are the interesting results I have found from their responses. Top 5 Hobbies and Description of Each 1. Movies / Netflix & Chill Yep, this has gotten to the top spot of all hobbies. Ever since the cinemas closed due to the pandemic, this became the new tradition of the people worldwide. We can't help it, laying in the bed, and watching movies is one of the most chill things to do. I personally could spend half of the day doing Netflix and chill when I've got nothing else to do.
2. Listening to Music Another new normal thing we do is working from home and taking online classes. We tend to be bored with this new routine of rising up in bed, moving to the work desk, and going back to bed. One thing that could kill the boredom is listening to music. Simply listening to music can be soothing for the soul, mind, and body. It's an all-around mood booster that many enjoy.
3. Playing Video Games
Video games exploded in popularity when COVID-19 started. This was already famous before, but now it's everywhere. A video game is a game played using a desktop computer, laptop, mobile phone, and other electronic gaming devices. Before the pandemic, I barely played video games because I am more inclined in spending time with my friends. But now, I am playing crypto games to earn and have fun. Video games are a phenomenal form of entertainment best for the ongoing pandemic.
4. Playing with Pets We all have been severely affected by the loss of our daily routines as we know them and the prospect of further deaths from COVID-19. Therefore it is not surprising that we play with our cats, dogs, and other animals. Pets give emotional support without prejudice, and interaction with animals helps decrease tension and anxiety in especially in situations of stress.
5. Cooking and Baking
Cooking and baking are increasingly done not just for sustenance but also for comfort and entertainment by people who are self-quarantined. Study shows that it has various advantages, such as reducing stress and mood control. Cooking passion has grown into a type of self-care, which we have needed terribly through years of isolation.
The process on how I conducted the mini-survey
After deciding on the topic I want to use for the survey, I went to the Google Forms site. I made three sections for the whole mini-survey. The first one was informed consent. There, I discussed the purpose of the survey, what will be done, their confidentiality, and their right to withdraw anytime. I have noted that only ages 16 and above are allowed to participate in the survey. I also wrote my details in case they have inquiries about the survey. In the consent form, they will be clicking an option that says, "Yes, I agree." It confirms that they have read and understood the information I have given to them and that they voluntarily agree to answer the survey. In the second section, I created a demographic form where the participants could provide their personal details for data collection. The first two things they will be providing are a complete name and email address. However, as noted in the first section, they are not required to fill it in but only if they feel comfortable doing so. Then the last two things they should provide are age and gender.
The last section was the most fun part which is all about their top 5 hobbies during the COVID-19 pandemic. I made four questions for them to answer. The first question is, "What are your top five hobbies to do during the Covid-19 pandemic?" I chose the checkboxes as a type for that question. I put 15 options for them to choose from, including others as something else they have in mind that is not in the choices. The choices are the following: movies/Netflix and chill, video games, art, music, exercise/workout, learning a language, reading, cooking/baking, learn a craft, cleaning, organizing, virtual bonding with friends and family, taking care of plants, playing with pet/s, and others.
The second question for the third section of the survey was, "How many hours do you partake in the hobbies you specified above?" Here, I made three options and it is in multiple-choice type as they could only choose one option. The options are 0-5 hours, 6-10 hours, 11-12 hours, and more than 12 hours. The third question I made was, "Do your hobbies help you cope up with the ongoing pandemic?" wherein they would choose in a multiple-choice form of "yes", "no", or "maybe". And for the last question, I wanted them to share with me their thoughts and feelings about their top 5 hobbies during the Covid-19 pandemic. I chose the form of a paragraph, instead of a short answer because I want them to feel free in sharing their insights no matter how long. This was what I gave, "Kindly add up your thoughts and feelings about your top 5 hobbies during the Covid-19 pandemic." And that was the end of my mini-survey.
Responses in the Mini-Survey
Now I am going to share with you the summary of my participants' responses. There was a total of 34 respondents, from ages 16-44. The age with the highest number of respondents is 21. 55.9% were females, while 44.1% were males. For the question of top five hobbies to do during the Covid-19 pandemic, I will be listing the answers from the highest count to the lowest: movies/Netflix and chill (85.3%), music (70.6%), video games (70.6%), playing with pet/s (52.9%), cooking/baking (44.1%), exercise/workout (38.2%), virtual bonding with friends and family (29.4%), organizing (26.5%), reading (26.5%), cleaning (23.5%), learning a language (11.8%), taking care of plants (5.9%), learning a craft (2.9%). The other options provided by my participants are writing (2.9%), tutorials (2.9%), learning map-making/geography and "dinosaur" anatomy/mechanics (2.9%), sleeping (2.9%), series, TikTok, dancing (2.9%).
Most of my participants spent 6-10 hours partaking in their hobbies, followed by 0-5 hours, then more than 12 hours, and lastly 6-10 hours. This shows that they are actually spending a lot of time doing their hobbies during the pandemic. 73.5% said that their hobbies helped them cope up with the ongoing pandemic, 23.5% said maybe, and 2.9% said that it didn't. Lastly, their thoughts and feelings about their hobbies during the pandemic were mostly positive.
Here's a small reminder to keep you motivated during this COVID-19 pandemic. God bless! âĄ
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Courtship - Part 2 (AjinWeek2020/7)
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Part 2 is here after...a year?
Originally, this was supposed to be posted for Ajin Week 2020 Day 7: Anything goes. The whole story was just supposed to be two chapters, however I want to expand it a little and now we're at looking at 3-4. Stay tuned for further updates! (I'm considering whether Twilight is the right choice for their movie night. It's very temping. There are five (5) movies and so very little of Kei's patience.)
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âIâm sorry, what?â Tosaki says.
Yeah, Kei probably shouldnât have agreed to this. On the other hand, the look of pure bewilderment on his team leaderâs face replaces about a month of entertainment for him. At the very least. Itâs a fair deal.
âWeâre dating.â Kou explains sheepishly, for the second time, scratching at his neck.
âSince when?â Hirasawa asks, appearing just as invested as he is amused.
Izumi hasnât said anything yet, instead observing them in silence.
âSince like right now.â Kou says, laughing awkwardly, âIt was pretty spontaneous. Right, Kei?â
âDonât drag me into this.â Kei responds briskly.
âHey, you just said yes!â Kou argues, his brows furrowing.
âAnd Iâm regretting it more and more.â Kei snipes back.
âOof, boys, 20 minutes in and trouble in paradise already. Itâs not looking good, huh?â Ogura comments.
âItâs just aâŠtrial.â Kei says, anxiety still spiking up in him months later at the thought of the any kind of experiment, âFor a week. More for research purposes than anything.â
âResearch purposes, now weâre talking.â Ogura chimes in, âWhatâs your hypothesis? Are you going to need help evaluating the data?â
âCan you even evaluate a relationship that way?â Hirasawa argues, âIn numbers? That sounds strange to me.â
âWell, plenty of psychological studies say yes, so.â Ogura shrugs, âSo Nagai, whatâs your deal?â
âThe hypothesis is that seven days of close interaction will not lead to me murdering him.â Kei glares in Kouâs direction, âAnd that he will shut up about my dating life.â
Kou coughts out something that suspiciously sounds like âwhat lifeâ, for which Kei elbows him in the ribs, hard.
âYeah, what he said.â Kou wheezes, returning the glare in kind.
âAnd weâre not really going to write a report about it. Weâre just letting it run simultaneously. Would that be with you?â Kei asks.
Tosaki stares at them for a full minute and then leaves the room without another word.
âIâll just be-â Izumi says, apologetically, hurriedly following after him.
âYou boys have my blessing.â Hirasawa says, winking at them and toasting in their direction with his barley tea.
âMine too, with a little extra sprinkle of blessing on top if you do take a few notes about it.â Ogura says, âFrom a sociological perspective, itâs pretty hilarious. Completely anonymous, of course.â
âFine, I can do that.â Kei says, âIâm bored as it is.â
They take their leave.
âWell, youâre not going to be bored for long with me around.â Kou says, once theyâre out of earshot, grinning at him brightly.
Kei grimaces. âYeah, weâll see about that.â
Kei hadnât believed that dating Kou would be difficult- to be truthful, he hadnât considered the situation at all, but here they were. But reality is a whole different obstacle.
First, thereâs the hand-holding. Itâs been a good while since Kei had held hands with anyone, frankly, when he was in elementary school and crossing the street with Eriko, and that had been more of a safety precaution than anything. Itâs an unnecessary amount of touch in his opinion, the sweaty entanglement of fingers grossing him out in theory. In practiceâŠitâs not really that bad.
Kou slips his hand into Keiâs, that evening as theyâre taking a walk around the forest. It comes as a surprise to him. They had just been strolling around aimlessly for a while, trying to clear their head from a day of training and the awkward conversation earlier. Lost in his own thoughts, Kei startles a little at the sudden physical contact.
âThe cicadas are really fucking loud, arenât they?â Kou says, almost nonchalantly. Kei notices that his grip, although confident at first, loosens a little in hesitation, giving Kei the opportunity to pull away. He considers it. However, instead of sticky and oppressive, the touch is comforting somehow. Which is weird, considering there is no purpose to it. But then, there is no purpose to this entire trial run, Kei concludes, which makes up his mind. He hums noncommittally and squeezes back. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see how the otherâs face lights up in surprise. âMaybe they just have a lot to talk about.â Kou stumbles to add. âMaybe theyâre just as chatty as you.â Kei replies sarcastically. Kou laughs. âYeah, probably.â he agrees, grinning. They continue walking until dusk approaches, coloring the sky in shades of purple and blue.
Izumiâs waiting for them when they get back with two glasses of chilled water. They say their thanks, Kou gulping down his water in a flash and wiping his mouth with his arm.
âAh man, thought I was going to die of thirst.â he says, sighing blissfully as he goes in for a refill.
âLiterally impossible in that short of a time span.â Kei corrects him, but he too canât help a small sigh of relief. August brings about a heat wave that makes him even more grateful for the air conditioning at the hideout. He regrets to think that he âvoluntarilyâ signed up for a training camp during this very time of the year when he could have instead spent his days in his room doing practice questions. Pure insanity. Heâll definitely get Sato back for this.
âBy the way, Tosaki-san is okay with you⊠dating.â Izumi explains, âHe was just a bit overwhelmed at the situation.â
Not only him, Kei thinks grimly.
âWell, itâs just for a week!â Kou interjects, with an embarrassed laugh, âWeâre not sure about anything yet, you know?â Kei side-eyes him hard. His attempts at preserving his chances with Izumi-san are obvious enough that itâs almost pitiable. âWell, I am. Iâm pretty sure I donât want to spend the rest of my life dating someone like you.â he scoffs, which should serve Nakanoâs agenda well, ignoring the slight constriction ins his chest. The walk must have tired out his muscle more than he realized.
âSo he is okay with it?â
âWell.â Izumi bites her lip, âHe said that by your mere existence, youâve ruled out his two biggest concerns, so after that he doesnât really care what happens. Unless it jeopardizes your training, of course.â
Yes, that does sound indeed like Tosaki.âAnd those concerns are?â Kei asks, genuinely curious.
âYou canât get pregnant and you canât die.â she says, matter-of-fact. Kou chokes on his water.
âIn that particular order, in case you were wondering.â she adds, rolling her eyes.
âWow.âsays Kei, any other words temporarily not coming to mind.
Thatâs one obstacle removed.
For some strange reason, having a boyfriend doesnât magically remove Keiâs above average exhaustion after what the others refer to as one instance of basic interval training.
âI can carry you the rest of the way.â Kou grins, kneeling beside Kei who is currently wheezing into the ground, fingers digging into the earth. Thirty situps, followed by half an hour of jogging? Give him a break. Heâs been through 15 and already wishes he were six feet under.
Permanently, that is.
âAre you dumb?â Kei coughs out, âHow on earth would I benefit from that exercise?â
âWell, you could rest- you seriously sound like youâre gonna pass out any second.â Kou pointed out, âAnd I could get some strength training in. Win-win. I know Iâm strong enough to carry you.â He has the audacity to wink at Kei.
âHirasawa-san!â Kou yells and runs over to where the older man is standing and timing them. With Kou gesturing broadly while explaining, and Hirasawa nodding eventually, Kei knows his fate is sealed.
âPick me up.â He says, lethargically stretching his limbs skywards once Kou comes back for him.
âJust get on my back like a normal person.â Kou laughs at his purposeful display of weakness, âUnless you really want the bridal carry?â
âHell no.â
âYour choice, Nagai.â
Remarkably enough, riding on Kouâs shoulders is not as bad as an experience as Kei had imagined it to be. He gets a ride across their training grounds, coupled with brilliant view of the clear blue sky and puffy clouds that drift by without a care in the world, and his only physical exertion is reserved for clinging to his teammate just enough so that he doesnât fall off.
Which is to say minimal. For all his bragging, Nakano really does have profound upper body strength.
âSee? Told you I could easily carry you!â Kou teases.
Easily.
Kei doesnât know what does it, the confidence emblazoning his tone, the mere fact that Nakano was right or the reality of the situation where he picked him up and carried him around like it was nothing.
Keiâs heart starts to beat a little faster.
âIâm not sharing a bed with you.â Kei declares, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
âWhatâs the big deal? Couples do it all the time.â Kou says.
Itâs close to midnight and heâs standing at Keiâs door, armed with his phone and a pillow.
âYes, but weâre not a couple.
âWe are for this week.â Kou points out and damn, he is right. He pouts at Kei.
âSo we only have a week. Please, Nagai?â
âYou know how I feel about physical contact.â Kei glances back at his bed, which looks perfectly designed to host one person, and one person only. As it should.
âWell, I mean we donât have to cuddle. Unless thatâsâŠsomething you want?â Kou throws him an inquisitive gaze, the tips of his ears reddening.
âOf course itâs not, you moron!â Kei snaps back, a blush rising to his cheeks.
âWell then what the hell is your issue?â Kou says, slightly frustrated.
âI donât want to share a bed with you, thatâs it. Good night.â
Kei slams the door close in his face.
He hears his teammate/boyfriend-for-the-week groan and the head of to God knows where.
Kei fortifies his resolve â he doesnât even need to give a reason, and yet he gave perfectly acceptable to deny his overnight stay.
Perhaps thatâs his only issue.
Perhaps he also doesnât want Kou to be able to listen to his steadily accelerating heartbeat whether theyâre in close proximity.
But thatâs something Kou is better of not knowing about.
Little by little, the hand-holding is integrated in their daily routine. Not when anyone can see them. And only if thereâs nothing immediate that needs to be done. A brush of fingers as they pass each other in the hallway. Kouâs hand naturally slipping into Keiâs as theyâre watching a video on his phone. Kouâs fingers grasping for Keiâs in the middle of a team meeting, right under the table, and Kei holding on for just a second too long, a scene that he will replay in embarrassment in his memories later.
Sometimes Kei wishes it wouldnât feel as comfortable as it does, because this too is something that he will have to erase once their week comes to an end.
âOh yeah, can we use the room later?â Kou asks, three days into their trial, barely swallowing down his food in time to ask the question. Which is directed at Tosaki, an unspoken agreement that comes with trying to sort out most hideout-related issues. Because the man really is the only person that would find a problem with that, Kei thinks grimly, and isnât disappointed.
âFor what?â Tosaki asks, suspicion setting into his features. Or perhaps thatâs just his default look these days.
âLike, for a movie night?â Kou says, âThe screen in here is really big.â
There is dead silence. Kei picks at his soba and tries to stave off his oncoming headache.
âWhy?â
âDunno, cause we want to have one?â Kou tilts his head curiously, âIf you guys arenât gonna use it, we can have it, right?â
Ogura tries to turn his laugh into a cough, failing miserably.
âYeah, Yuu, donât be such a spoilsport. Let them have it.â
âWhat are you calling me?â
âI already said Iâm cool with Ikuya, youâd just have to stop being so uptight about it.â Ogura shrugs, gesturing at him with his chopsticks.
âThis room is reserved in the evenings.â Tosaki grits out between his teeth, ignoring Oguraâs third consecutive attempt that day to get under his skin, if Kei is keeping count correctly.
âDamn it. â Kou sighs, âYou canât make an exception?â
Tosakiâs eyebrow twitches.
âWouldnât a couch be more comfortable than chairs?â Hirasawa interjects, right before Kou can continue in what Kei knows is a losing battle, âThereâs one in the storage room. Itâs a little battered, but it will do the job.â
âYeah, I actually think thereâs a projector in their too.â Manabe says, âYou wonât need a screen. Weâll just get the laptop hooked up. Kind of like a home cinema.â He smiles nostalgically at the prospect: âHavenât been to one in ages.â
Tosaki sighs.
âHell yeah.â Nakano says, pumping his fist. He grins at Kei: âWhat do you say, Nagai?â
âWhatever.â Kei says, despite feeling strangely excited at the idea, taking another bite to avoid further conversation.
Izumi appears thoughtful. âI might be subscribed to a streaming service, if I remember correctly.â she says, âSo make use of that if you will.â
âIt will be better than risking a computer virus.â she adds, awkwardly, as Tosaki shoots a glare in her direction.
âIzumi-san, Hirasawa-san, Manabe-san, youâre the best!â Kou proclaims loudly, his body positively vibrating with excitement, âThis will be the most amazing movie night ever!â
Hirasawa chuckles. âYouâre welcome. Weâll help you set it up right after dinner.â
âAnd Iâll check the wifi and my login details.â Izumi says, pointedly avoiding eye contact with her boss.
âIâm glad everyone has their priorities for the evening sorted.â Tosaki says icily.
Kou gives Kei a winning grin, which seems to say: âI promised you a movie night, and I made it happen.â
For all intents and purposes, Kei is the slightest bit impressed. Which is yet another tidbit of information Nakano doesnât need to possess.
âYou better not make me sit through one of your dumb action movies.â he mutters, instead.
This is going to be a long night.
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She, she was the light that saved me from that darkness. Iâm just trying to hold on to it, hold on to her as long as I can. I didnât think that the universe would let the stars align like this, not after three centuries worth of unforgivable things Iâve committed. I see her and what could be good in the world, hell, sometimes I think I could see a glimpse of whatâs good in me. Thatâs a gift I will forever cherish. No one else has done that for me and itâs changed me in ways I would never imagine.
I canât fathom what gods thought I deserved such a blessing, but I am grateful. But even such a blessing is a curse in disguise. When I laid in that coffin lifetimes ago and even after I escaped, I could never imagine this happening to me. Her happening to me. And now sheâs so embedded in my life I could never forgive myself if anything happened to her. I donât know if I can live in a world without her. Sheâs my light. She is now everything that my world revolves around. She is the gravity thatâs pulling together everything that I know. Life without her is to be swallowed whole by darkness again but with no return. And if I ever go back to that dark, wretched place, I may never be the same. I will never come back from it, not if she ceases to exist in the same moments I live. Not after sheâs touched my soul like she has. I know that I canât fight darkness without her, because now I am nothing without her. If I have to put my life down over and over again to keep her safe, I will. I will sacrifice myself to make sure nothing dims her light. I would die a million times over and over, as long as it means I get to spend every living moment with her. Because the thought of losing her scares me more than death itself. There is no one and nothing else that will come after her.
- hushed potato, Unhad Conversations with Carmilla (inspired by Carmilla webseries/movie)
[ This was something Iâve written awhile ago. Unsure whether I was comfortable sharing or not. Iâve been a fan of the Carmilla series and one night I ran with the idea of Carmilla having a serious conversation, probably with LaFontaine, about how deeply in love and devoted she is to Laura, and basically admitting how much she needs Laura herself. Somewhat of a extended version of a short piece I posted before. ]
#writing#writeblr#carmilla#carmilla webseries#hollstein#laura hollis#carmilla karnstein#lafontaine#perry#elise bauman#natasha negovanlis#gay#lesbian#queer#lgbtq#thoughts#feelings#love#relationships#words#spilled ink#spilled thoughts#spilled words#wlw#girls who like girls#monday
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Trans Boy Day Vlog
âHey, Joseph... you know that vlogs are video-blogs, right?âÂ
No, I donât. I like the word.Â
[CW: misgendering, musing about gender meant to pass absolutely no judgment and probably mean absolutely nothing to anyone else besides myself. this tumblr really is for myself and my thoughts, and if something i think or feel or say affects you negatively-- iâm so sorry.
we all experience ourselves and our lives very differently. i cannot expect my experiences to fit you nicely, just as you canât expect yours to fit me either. what i say is about myself, my own life, and my own boyhood. however you experience yours is just as valid as my own.]
Today is a good day! Itâs been two shifts since Iâve embarrassed myself terribly, and I think we can keep this up with enough effort. Go team. I was âmaâamâd and unfortunate amount of times today. Enough so that I looked to my chef and said, âokay, dude, level with me. what the fuck am I doing wrong?âÂ
because let me paint you a picture. black sneakers. baggy black jeans. a black uniform t-shirt. a black apron, not synched at the waist. a binder. no boobs. a black face mask that covers everything under my eyes. a black baseball cap on backwards. thick glasses. if anything, i am shapeless. i am the same height and build as two of my cis-male coworkers. and yet, all fuckinâ day, I get âmaâamâ and âmissâ and âdearâ and âbabyâÂ
I donât hate pet names. I really donât. any time a sweet older woman calls me âbabyâ it increases my HP by like. +5. God bless the south. but men donât call each other âbaby,â so every time a man does it, I lose a month off of my life. just a month. letâs not be melodramatic here.Â
if men went around calling each other âbabyâ then we would have no problems! but they donât. so i seeth.Â
what. am. i. doing. wrong.Â
we decided it just has to be the voice. allegedly I donât have feminine mannerisms, and i donât walk weird, and nothing about me outwardly screams âgirl.â so what gives?Â
the voice.Â
testosterone, baby, iâm begging you. drop me already, please for the love of God.Â
isnât gender a funny thing? for my own personal use, i could care less. who i am in private, or around my good close friends, or my partner, is ambiguous and without bounds. that boy doesnât need any rules or guidelines. he can act however he acts, and itâs all okay.Â
but in public i get âbabyâ and âsweetheartâ and âdear.â with certain coworkers i feel the pressure to âbutch up,â lest they think iâm faking it.Â
faking it. fuck me, right? oh to live in a way that is effortless. i spent so much time as a girl trying to act properly like one, hoping against hope that enough âfaking itâ would turn it from âfaking itâ into âfeeling it.â being a girl was so hard. giving up on being a girl wasnât much better, because yeah I was more comfortable with myself, but then i was just âbad at being a girl.â and for a while that was enough, because i was still so angry and rebellious. you know how you are at seventeen/eighteen/nineteen but yâknow. i donât wanna be angry and rebellious forever. i just wanna be.Â
and iâve wanted to be a man since i first imagined the option. thanks Mulan, youâre the real MVP. if this was conversion therapy camp, iâd site that movie as my âroot.â but fuck that.Â
i donât really want to be cis. i donât know who the fuck i would be if iâd been born with a dick and shoved into masculine roles my entire childhood. i have no idea what that kid would have been like, who they would have grown up to be. so much of who i am is because of who i was when i was little. how could i ever try and get rid of that? pain and confusion and all that was wrapped up in it, it wasnât all bad, it wasnât just constant misery. it was a lot of good. and to have not had that, to have not spent so much time discovering this person that i am now.Â
i donât know who that person would be. i donât know if i would like them.
passing socially feels like trying to tick things off of a checklist. fit into a nice little descriptor. i am a âdude.â i am âsir.â i am âsonâ and âguyâ and âyoung man.â or at least, i am everything that is not âmaamâ and âgirlâ and âyoung ladyâ and âmiss.âÂ
sometimes, secretly, i wish i could be comfortable like that. i imagine myself as a girl/lady/woman who hears those words and they feel right, but it feels like that woman exists at the end of a different path. as if, somewhere between eleven and fourteen i took a fork in the road that brought us here. and if iâd taken the other fork, i would have been there with Her. Â
she would have bouncy bobbed hair and wear cute skirts and suspenders, and she would be a spitfire and confident, and she would still be entirely me. all the feelings and smiles and mannerisms and humor and interests, but she would be a girl.Â
but iâm not her. iâm that person, that same exact person, those same feelings and smiles and mannerisms and humor and interests, but iâm a boy. i feel it deep in my gut, in my chest. i donât know what it would take to get to Her. I tried a long long time to get to her. i donât want to keep trying.Â
why fight it? why fucking bother, when this is so comfortable? when i LOVE who i am, as a boy, all cropped hair and tough jeans and bruised knees and knuckles and mud on my shoes and eventually a deeper voice, an adams apple, a kind smile and strong hands and my dadâs earsÂ
yeah. iâve had this vision for a while now. iâve been this boy for a while now, i just didnât quite know Him yet. i am so grateful for who iâve grown up to be. for the man iâm growing into. maybe itâs taking me longer than other guys, sure. but we all take our own time.Â
besides, my family is full of late bloomers.
give me a few years, and iâll look just right, and feel just right, and i wonât miss the woman I could have become, because really
yâknow what?Â
genders an illusion anyways. men, women, fuck it.Â
iâm incoherent, please forgive me. iâm on three hours of sleep and five cups of coffee and a few pain killers. itâs been a long day. but iâm so happy.Â
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A Look at my 2020
The end of the year is upon us. Itâs been a tough one for all of us. It is a year we will all remember forever. I want to do a positive reflection of this year. I will probably write a blog about what I hope our countryâs New Years Resolutions should be. The thoughts on that have been rolling around my head for a few days. But today, December 16, at 4:30 a.m. and unable to sleep, that 2020 familiar dread of what will happen today waking me early, I want to look at some positives. I want to unwrap the positives of 2020 like a Christmas gift before Christmas so that I can wrap myself in them as a blanket of warmth. One thing that I have been truly impressed with is the resilience of the human spirit. Letâs call this a resilience exercise.
Counting my blessings one by one...
1. I am alive. Surviving is a cause for celebration. As far as I know I have been COVID free...although there were a few days in April or early May when I was sick with something and in Feb I had the strangest cold in my life and this time last year weeks of fatigue ended in frozen shoulder syndrome on Christmas Eve. See, I want to be thankful, but I donât want to be naive in my retrospection. Best to be honest. Iâm not sure if I had COVID or not, but if I did I survived with relatively minor symptoms. Every cough or sniffle I feared in a completely irrational way was COVID. There was the week I walked around sniffing everything to make sure I could still smell. It dawns on me it is going to be difficult to write a honest and, yet, positive, retrospective of 2020. I am alive, but I have never been less healthy. Iâve gained weight. I havenât had the physical exercise to which I am accustomed and now when I try to take a long walk I realize my stamina is gone. It will take years of concentrated effort once things are âback to normalâ for me to become normal again. It wasnât that I didnât try. I did yoga daily in the Spring and switched to an online Tai chi class in the summer, but I donât live near beauty or anything interesting so wasnât motivated to walk and just my everyday life of lockdown in a studio apartment meant less movement. All of which sounds even to me like not very good justification. Did I mention though that I survived. I am alive. I will take that as blessing number one.
2. No one I care about very deeply has died or even been seriously ill from COVID. Doesnât March 2020 seem far away? I donât want to be dismissive of 300;000 dead especially with more to come. I or someone I love could still be gone by New Years Day. But in March and April we held our breaths for an apocalypse and at some point most of us decided to take a breath. I donât know really if itâs good or bad that we have simply adjusted our normal and the number deaths we are willing to accept. Itâs bad, what am I saying? Itâs bad. But how long can we wait in fear? So I donât know, but I want to count as a blessing that those I love have all survived to date. I cannot vanquish the fear, but I can be grateful for survival.
3. I have maintained employment in a bad economy and have mostly been able to work from home. There have been some struggles. Sometimes the work I do is depressing. Sometimes I feel I donât make a difference. There has never been a worse time to be an advocate...or a person with disability, or a caregiver, or a provider agency, or a health care professional. I have maintained employment.
4. I count among my blessings the fact that I had a wonderful 2020 before....remember there was a 2020 before. I love when my work takes me to Santa Fe for a prolonged time. A friend came out in Feb for a wonderful weekend. Another friend came to Albuquerque to see me for my birthday in early March. I remember thinking how social I was in those first ten weeks in 2020. Itâs as if I somehow knew....it sustained me.
5. I count among my blessings that when I felt my mental health despair getting at its worse...the strain of living alone in a studio apartment, working from that same apartment and following the Governor orders not to go or do anything. ..that I had friends and two weekends of âriskyâ behavior; a friend who came for the Fourth of July holiday and an out of state trip to Durango in late September. Iâm fortunate that when I had to have human contact my closest friends were there for me
6. I count as my blessings that Biden won the election. Itâs not simply a matter of politics. Iâm not sure if the last eight months of the Trump Presidency wasnât worse for my morale than the pandemic because Trump kind of lost whatever semblance of sanity he had. Part of the trepeditation over what each new day will bring is what Trump will say, do, tweet, exacerbate. I still fear revolution in the street before Jan 20. The pandemic is not the worse of what America has gone through. Thatâs the oddest thing about this year.
7. Here is the blessing which probably will be unpopular. The lockdown and stress of all we have experienced is tough, but the slowdown is a blessing for me. My life had gotten pretty busy. While I miss travel, itâs ok for a year not to have had the time suck that travel for work entails. I will be so happy the first work trip I get to go on, but I feel like 2020 has given me the gift of time. Itâs odd because, like many, my creative sense has suffered. I have written almost nothing. Still, I often think of a Dylan lyric, maybe in the next life I will be able to hear myself think. I could hear myself think this year. Unfortunately I thought about the existentialist angst of the meaning of life and my failures as a human being and I donât think there is enough time still to process the effects of the pandemic and Iâm sick to death of the sound of my thoughts, but....I have been given this unique gift of time. Even on December 16th I am not rushed to shop, to cook, to decorate, to go to a zillion parties. Itâs a different year. The Holiday will still come. It is pleasant not to feel urgency over, letâs face it, non-urgent things. I am mentally and emotionally fatigued, but not nearly as physically exhausted as I was this time last year
8. The next one is a big one. The gift of living in the moment. I have spent my entire life since 7th grade when Miss OâNeil gave me a copy of The Rubyait of Omar Khayyam trying to live with the philosophy of living for the now. Clear the cups of past regrets...tomorrow, why I may be myself with yesterdayâs seven thousand years. The only time I have ever truly experience this is in a handful of concert experience. Even now, I fear for my future and I blame myself for my mistakes. Still, my relationship with time has changed. There is the sun rising and setting and that is a day. Seasons will change. But the gift of time means I can approach my day differently. When five o clock comes on a workday, a needed nap is a step away. No where to go on a Friday night... no where I can go...means the weekend rhythm exists only as I define it. The simple pleasures we always take for granted mean something more now. There is a coffee truck that stops near me on Fridays and Saturdays. When it first started stopping I was over the moon that I could walk and get a latte with fairly little risk. If I go to the grocery store and have a conversation with a stranger, it is different than it was before. Mindfulness exercise and meditation is one thing, but nothing can compare with this year to further my lessons in this pursuit. May I take the lesson with me into years to come.
9. Zoom...yes, of course I have zoom fatigue. But five friends in five different states having a monthly drink together on zoom is a benefit of the pandemic. I watched a movie this year with someone who lives in Brazil. I celebrated a friendâs sixtieth person even though I couldnât be with her. Iâve attended book discussions and readings in New York and I already have tickets to an event in March. Kind of love New York. Iâve never been there in person. Just a lot happens there. Educationally and socially the world is now open to me. I am not limited to what is going on in my community. I hope this doesnât completely go away.
10. Finally, storytelling and music. I found it hard to read new things in the lockdown for a while, but in March friends asked me to a virtual book club of three books I already read and we reread them together which took us into the summer. I rediscovered the Foundation series of Asimov and suddenly I could read again! My favorite book Iâve read published in 2020 is Jess Walterâs The Cold Million. I did read a digital advance copy of David Duchovnyâsnew book due out in 2021 and it is, in fact, the breakout novel I knew this hot young writer would eventually write. Looking forward to 2021 book club! I finally binged Breaking Bad and The Travelers as well as The Queens gambit and watched Peanut Butter Falcon. I am doing a disability focused watch on the X Files and I better kick it it the rear because Iâm presenting on it in Feb. at a conference. My God, Dylan put out his first original music in eight years. It will take me eight years to fully ingest it and enjoy it. You see, no matter what happens, humanity will tell its stories and gather to make its songs. Itâs that human resilience. Creation of art is not trivial. Itâs vital. It has continued in this odd and strange year. It is humanityâs greatest gift and I have definitely used it this year as a resilience and growth tool.
Those are my top blessings in this horrific and, yet, wondrous year. However, you have been impacted, what we all share in common is that In a very short time it will be a memory of a year in the past.
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