#messier 15

[quiltofstars]

The Great Pegasus Cluster, M15 // rdhand

[shaythempronouns]

Messier 15: the Pegasus Globular Cluster

A massive spherical cluster of stars pulled together by their own gravity. Globular clusters are highly technical to shoot and edit, but a great test of how well your equipment is calibrated. The more stars you can resolve, especially close to the core, the better. You can see some of the limits of my data and editing process at the core, where the glow and individual stars become somewhat murky and mottled.

1h each of exposure time for each color channel (RGB) at 1600mm. Calibrated and edited in PixInsight.

[skycrorg]

Descubrimiento de la estrella J0731+3717 expulsada de Messier 15 por agujero negro: Hallazgos astronómicos

J0731+3717 tiene una velocidad total de 418,71 km/s, una masa de aproximadamente 0,69 masas solares y una temperatura efectiva de 6.062 K

Los astrónomos chinos informan del descubrimiento de una nueva estrella de alta velocidad a unos 4.200 años luz de distancia. La estrella recién descubierta, denominada J0731+3717, resultó ser expulsada del cúmulo globular Messier 15 por un agujero negro de masa intermedia. El hallazgo se presentó en un artículo publicado el 3 de junio en el servidor de preimpresión arXiv. Los cúmulos globulares…

[werecatboy]

This piece gave me so much hell but I was determined to finish in spite of my perfectionist tendencies LOL

[saintaviator]

desperately need fanart of Wadi ulraj and/or francis . all three or just one does not matter we just need sustenance

Surprise party 🎉

[VOTE FOR LOVELACE HERE!!!!!]

[sergeifyodorov]

would you give us your top ten all time?

MY top ten all time...

10 quinn hughes

9 quinn hughes

8 qu

okay real talk uhhhhh. im going to exclude goalies here (like i have in previous Tops lists) because they're kind of difficult to evaluate in relation to skaters. top goalies are roy-hasek-dryden-brodeur-lundqvist-luongo not in that order + incomplete list + i don't know enough about goalies Let's Move On

10. steve yzerman. 7th in points all time, nearly twenty years with the red wings, a 150-point season. three cups, a conn smythe, a selke, one of the youngest ever all-stars, longest-ever serving captain. stevie y is known as The Captain for a reason !!

9. mike bossy. all time goals per game leader. fourth all time in points per game. four cups, three lady byngs, a conn smythe. short career because of injuries but absolutely legendary peak.

8. alexander ovechkin. you know what his deal is

7. bobby orr. getting 100+ points as a defenceman 6 times is insane

6. gordie howe. i feel like ive brought up my neverending affection for gordie in the past but it cannot be overstated because i loveeeeee gordie i would kill and die for gordie he was so Huge and so Nice and got. 41 points. in the NHL. when he was 52. 1979-1980 season he played 80 games and scored 15 goals and 26 assists. he was born in 1928?? anyway. saskatchewan farm boy you have my heart...

5. sidney crosby. SIDCROS 4 EVA

4. jaromir jagr. ppl forget jagr because he was very much the malkinstyle Mysterious Eastern European when ppl were fawning over mario in penguinland but like if you go and check out his career stats it is fucking legitimately insane he only ever won one hart. i think he scored a goal a couple hours ago in kladno actually.

3. connor mcdavid. 3rd all time in p/pg. awkward. ginger. about as many assists as the second best in his draftyear (mitch) has points. perfect to me. if he wins a cup before the leafs im going to kill myself (oilers cup 2k24 you heard it here first)

2. mario lemieux. being top 10 in points all time with less than 1000 games played is insane. the next player on the all time points ranking with fewer than 1000 games is peter stastny, who is 42nd AND HAS PLAYED MORE GAMES THAN MARIO LEMIEUX

wayne gretzky. it's wayne gretzky

[aq2003]

daily affirmations: i will be totally sane and not pretentious about a show i have only watched 4 seasons out of like 39 and known for 2 months. i will not think to myself, "you don't understand it like i do" whenever i see some crazy ass take about ten particularly the "i could do so much more" scene or his regeneration scene. i will not get mad and start typing essays about him in my tumblr drafts only for me to look at them a day later and delete them out of embarrassment. i will be be totally sane and not pretentious

[titansarmy]

mildy toxic jasonpiper who get back together despite everyone yelling at them not to.

[rabbitcruiser]

The New York Rangers were founded on May 15, 1926.

[neon-danger]

idk what that is but I haven't even read an x reader fanfic for anything despite dreaming like that a lot.

I often dream that one of the members of all time low is secretly in love with me but I have never once actually cared to read an x reader

[donutdrawsthings]

I haven't seen any MLP Doctor AU designs past Capaldi's era and I really think that's such a shame! So here's my take on the 13th, 14th and 15th Doctor :o]

Once again love to ramble about certain design choices!

Since the 13th Doctor wears ear jewellery depicting a golden and silver hand holding each other, I thought it'd be fun to change that into 2 horseshoes instead! I also gave a heavier focus on the more subtle rainbow on her coat because I feel it'd be more fitting for a MLP AU and something that could make the design a bit more balanced. I'd also tried to make her blue at first, but felt yellow actually felt more like the 13th somehow.

I decided to give 14 his iconic Doctor Whooves design, with the only difference being messier hair and some rough facial hair. I was definitely looking at it more with a nostalgia factor, which ultimately fits perfectly with what the 60th anniversary specials ended up being!

15 was a toughie, I'm not going to lie. A thing about MLP AUs I tend to dislike, is when an artist gives them the same colour as their skin. It tends to look silly with white characters, but I've noticed it's seen (at least USED to be) as less silly when it's with darker skinned characters. So with that in mind I wanted to make 15 the general colour he's themed to have in promotional material (orange and blue) and make it darker! ... but dark orange IS brown. So after some tinkering I decided to base his colour on the more earthy red Ncuti wears in this image.

I also decided to tone his hair blue instead of going with black to really hammer in that orange/blue theme 15 has!

Thank you for reading this far! I'm really passionate about this sorta stuff so it really means a lot :oD

[squeakadeeks]

The Hat Man Cometh....

Whew! A while ago I resolved to do a main OC costume bingo (ive already done it in doll form 🤨) and after Pupet and Sulu, it was finally Rem's turn.

About this costume, the primary fabrics are velvet, satin, and dupioni from fabric wholesale direct. The eyes are either repainted googly eyes or glass cabochons. also dont hate me but i did edit my eyes bc you couldnt pay me to mess around with full sclera contacts.

About the OC, Rem belongs to a story about a dreaming kingdom and nightmare realm, where the dream kingdom is trying to lull people into permanent sleep. Rem works to counteract that force as the last nightmare acolyte, serving the nightmare lord Raken. he is in a very real sense: The Hat Man. Giving people nightmares is a messy job, and Rem is even messier mentally, but I enjoy writing him because of it. He also only dresses like this 15% of the time in cerimonial nightmare garb, he usually rocks a literal T-shirt and jeans.

[coracaodeleao]

NSFW Alphabet — Letters J, K, L & M | Viktor x GN!Reader

(I think this is my favorite yet. I did 4 instead 3 bcz I took too long. On this one, we have: Viktor solo time, top 5 kinks of his, messy places for even more messier behavior and so much love towards the reader)

J - Jack off 

You press a kiss to Viktor’s cheek before leaving the apartment.

“Think about me when you cum later!” you call out playfully as you walk out the door.

Some days, Viktor prefers staying home, working from the quiet of your shared space, while you head out to your job. And you know what he does after you leave.

He closes the door behind you and leans his forehead against it, already breathless, already missing you. Then one hand — his non-dominant, purposely clumsier one — slips into his pants. Because if it’s a little awkward, if the angle’s a little off, he can pretend it’s not him. It’s you.

The hallway still smells like your perfume. Warm skin, soap, your shampoo — all of it clings to his lungs with every breath. He doesn't even try to stop it anymore. You’ve ruined him for anything else.

His lips part on a soft sigh as his fingers move, slow and clumsy. He doesn't move like he means to finish fast. No — he drags it out. Imagine the weight of your body pressed behind him, mouth against his ear, whispering the filthiest things you can think of just to see him melt.

“Fuck…” he breathes, barely audible.

It doesn’t take long. It never does, when it’s you in his head — when it’s your voice and your mouth and your hands, even if it’s just his.

His hips twitch, forehead still pressed to the door. He gasps softly through clenched teeth as he finishes, muttering your name in a breathless, broken tone.

Silence follows. Just the sound of his own breathing.

And then, behind the door—

“...Did you really just jerk off two seconds after I left?”

Your voice. Clear. Teasing. 

His eyes snap open.

You’re still there. You never left.

“Shit,” he mumbles, adjusting himself quickly. “I thought you—”

You giggle. “I was waiting for the elevator.”

He groans, burying his face in his hands. “Please never speak of this again.”

You snort. “You wish.”

Even with a door between you two, he knows you have that teasing grin he was imagining.

And worse — you know exactly what his face looked like when he came, because it’s the same one he makes just for you.

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K - Kink

“Never have I ever done….” you turn the paper Viktor has placed in front you. “Somnophilia?”

You look at him as you hum, tapping the paper. “You wanna try that one?”

He shrugs. “Eventually. It’s not in my top 5 but it’s in the top 15 at most.”

“Aww,” your voice perks up, eyes gleaming. “Tell me your top 5 then! Let’s see if we match.”

“I’m unsure of the names they have.”

You gesture that doubt away. “Doesn’t matter. Just tell me and we’ll figure it out.”

Viktor clears his throat, thoughtful. “Well… I really like watching you. But sometimes the way you make me feel is too much, so maybe you could wear a blindfold from time to time? Or a mask of some kind?”

“Ohhh, a mask kink! I would never have guessed that.”

He rolls his eyes at your antics. “Thanks. I aim to impress. But, yes — I think that’s one of them. Also maybe some roleplay? You’ve told me before I sometimes do that ‘hot professor voice’ of mine,” he says, making quotation marks in the air.

“I’ll even dress up for that,” you nod, all mock-seriousness. “Continue, professor.”

Viktor gives you the look — the one that says “this is not the time” — but you just grin back at him.

“I know when we both know how to make each other feel good,” he continues, a little shy again, “but I’d like to watch you do it for yourself.”

“And you’d do it with me. For motivation.”

“Obviously.”

“That’s mutual masturbation,” you declare, grabbing a blank paper and scribbling it down. “Okay, that’s three out of five. What else do you want to order, sir?”

“Stop that,” he huffs, reaching for your pen — which you immediately move out of his reach. He sighs, defeated. “Fourth… I like taking care of you after. I really don’t mind. But maybe… you could do it, too.”

“You mean the aftercare part?” He nods, and you soften. “Oh, baby. I would pamper you so well. Of course I’ll do it for you.”

His ears burn a little at that.

“Thank you,” he murmurs.

Then you tilt your head, eyes playful. “Okay. Final one. Give me the filthiest.”

Viktor goes silent for a beat. His fingers drum lightly on the table.

“For the last one…” he begins, voice quieter now. “I want to see how far you can go.”

You blink. The pen stills between your fingers. “Like…?”

“I want to make you come,” he says, tone calm but firm, “until you’re shaking. Until you can’t take it anymore and still beg me not to stop.”

Your breath hitches. “Oh.”

He arches an eyebrow. “Too much?”

You shift in your seat, pulse already picking up. “It’s exactly the right amount of much.”

Viktor leans in, the heat of him blooming across your skin. His lips brush the shell of your ear as he whispers, “So… shall we test the theory tonight?”

“Only if I get to do the same to you after.” You circle the last item with a flourish, smirking at him. 'Guess we’ve got some homework to do, professor."

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L - Location 

One thing about Viktor is that he’s most likely to get messy in a place that’s already messy.

He doesn’t mind if you end up on his worktable — his papers are already thrown around. If there are clothes on the bedroom floor, they’re just there to cushion his bad leg when he kneels for you. The bathroom is going to be wet anyway, so it doesn’t matter if things start in the shower or right after.

Sometimes he’s the one pulling you into unexpected places, but most of the time, it just happens. He gets distracted. You get demanding. And suddenly, the two of you are tangled between notebooks and blueprints, his hand sliding under your shirt, your lips pressed against his neck.

It’s not about the thrill of being caught — although, let’s be honest, he always flushes a little when you remind him the walls aren’t soundproof. It’s about how easily you fit into his world, no matter where that world happens to be.

On the rug beside the couch, half-covered by his coat. On the bathroom counter, a toothpaste cap was lost somewhere on the floor. Bent over a stack of ungraded papers because he swore he “just needed five more minutes” to finish a report.

Every corner of the apartment holds something of yours now — a forgotten earring, a lingering scent, a memory. And every time you take him in one of those places, it leaves another mark that isn’t ink, oil, or graphite.

He never minds the mess. Because nothing ever feels out of place when you’re the one making it.

Today, he’s trying to organize something — truly, he is. A pile of loose schematics in one hand, a pen between his teeth, and his prosthetic half-unstrapped because he got distracted halfway through fixing it.

And then you walk in, towel barely wrapped around your body, still damp from the shower, and lean over the table to grab your hairbrush.

“Do you have to do that right there?” he mumbles, eyes stuck somewhere between your shoulder blades and the curve of your hip.

You glance at him over your shoulder. “Do what?”

“That.” His eyes narrow. “Be half-naked. In front of my equations.”

You drop the towel without a word.

The pen falls from his mouth.

“Gods,” he mutters, already moving toward you — forgetting the schematics, the unfinished maintenance, the everything. He cups your waist, drawing you up against him with a groan, his voice low near your ear. “You ruin every workspace I try to keep clean.”

You laugh, breathless, turning in his arms. “You never seem to mind once I’m up here,” you say, hopping up to sit on the edge of the table, scattering the rest of his notes with your thighs. 

“I don’t,” he admits, nosing along your jaw. “I really don’t.”

And if the blueprints get crumpled, if his tools fall to the floor, if later he has to spend two hours reorganizing it all — it’s worth it. Every time.

Because the only space that truly matters to him is the one you share.

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M - Motivation 

In many ways, you’ve kind of ruined everyone else for Viktor. No one compares to the way you move him, the way you make him feel. And more than anything, he’s driven by the need to give you the same intensity and passion that you bring out in him.

His motivation? To be as good to you as you are to him — to match every touch, every look, every moment you share.

It’s not just about physical connection. Viktor wants to understand you on every level — your fears, your dreams, your silences. He channels that drive into everything he does, pushing himself harder, learning more, because being with you makes him want to be better — for himself and for the two of you.

Sometimes, it’s the little things that show it best: staying up late just to hear your voice, perfecting a plan not for work but so you can relax knowing he’s got everything covered, or that quiet look he gives you when he thinks no one’s watching — full of admiration and love.

You’re his compass, his spark, and his motivation to never settle for less than the best he can offer.

When it comes to you, Viktor’s motivation turns into a focused, almost scientific obsession — to learn every curve, every reaction, every sigh. He studies you like one of his blueprints, memorizing what makes you shiver and what makes you melt.

It’s not enough to just be good. He wants to be perfect for you. Every touch calibrated, every kiss measured to drive you wild, every move aimed to push you closer to the edge.

He’s not just doing this for himself — he’s doing it for you, because giving you pleasure is his way of showing how deeply he cares. The way his hands tremble just slightly when he’s about to touch you, how his voice drops into that low, husky tone only reserved for you.

He gets lost in the way you respond — how your fingers clutch at him, your breath catches, your hips press closer. That’s his motivation, the fire that keeps him going, even when his body is tired or his mind is racing with a million other things.

With you, every moment is an experiment in desire and devotion, and Viktor is determined to get the results just right.

You grab a fist of his hair to pull him away, and he coos at you, voice muffled by your presence on his mouth. “Let me stay a little longer. I’m still studying.”

In the end, no matter how much he learns or how perfect he tries to be, what truly matters is that every effort comes from this simple, pure desire: to see you happy, satisfied, and loved. Because for Viktor, you are the reason behind every small victory, every moment of surrender, and the force that makes it all worth it.

[shiny-jr]

Hi! I noticed that your requests were open and I love the way you write Malleus so I was hoping you would do yandere malleus x reader. where the reader knows twisted wonderland is a game (but not imposter au pls) and after they got isekia'd are trying to stop the overblots from happening and malleus is just terrified for them. Idk just an idea I've had for awhile but never found a fanfic like lol. Obviously it's totally fine if you don't want to do it or if I accidentally broke a rule. Anyway remember to drink some water and take a break if needed! Have a amazing rest of your day/night!!

Warning: Yandere (not really, not at all). Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Malleus Draconia.

Summary: MC sees affection meters and it's not good.

Note: These are mainly thoughts and random words my mind spewed out.  

How did one claim victory at a game? Well, it entirely depended on the game, the mechanics and the options. It should've been impossible to lose a mobile game that was primarily composed of the gacha mechanism and visual novels.

When you suddenly found yourself in the series of twisted villains in a prestigious school of magic, you found that it was much more complex than it appeared on screen. Especially when only you could see these small bars occasionally floating above people's heads. Bars which you recognized as affection meters, nearly all of them stagnant at a dull gray 0% when you first arrived. This was the hurdle blocking your way to an easy victory. Because how else were you to escape the game, other than complete it?

Situations became messier, when you didn't have a dialogue options between two mere choices. Add making good impressions and keeping a character's favor, to the list of quests alongside avoiding death by inky overblotted characters. By some miracle, you had increased the affection of the characters you met and interacted with to a healthy 5% or 10%, sometimes more. At any cost you wished to avoid getting in the negatives, because you did not want to find out what would happen then.

Sometimes, the numbers would drop dangerously close to zero, mainly when an overblot was occuring. Never had you realized how the visual novel failed spectacularly at portraying the utter horror of the overblotted in all their wicked glory. The black inky darkness leaking from them like tears or blood with those crazed unhinged looks in their eyes–– was the stuff of pure nightmares.

And yet the one whose overblot you had been dreading the most, the dorm leader of Diasomnia, was surprisingly docile as you dealt with others. However, you knew even when conversing with him, that you would one day witness him overblot and look like some ethereal but deadly fallen angel. So mentally you prepared yourself, while taking on the task of keeping up appearances.

Malleus' affection meter, was a good 20% and a friendly pink shade, quite the accomplishment you were proud of, considering the majority of the cast wasn't even at 15%. The Draconia heir was certainly someone you never wanted to see reach below zero, so you did your absolute best to appeal to him, even if he was quite intimidating at first with the way he stoically watched you complain about the least of your worries, homework and classes.

By the time you spoke to him about your troubles with the Ramshackle dorm and Azul, during what you knew was the Octavinelle arc, the prince's affection had sprouted to a 22%. When you went into more detail of the potential loss you could face, it went to 23%.

The next time you saw him, you were weary and antsy since witnessing Azul's break-down. If the blot of his tears had the magic to gather, it would've been enough to drown, you were sure of it. Even by that maniac look in his eyes, you're sure he would've purposely drowned you if he got close enough.

Throughout that charlatan's chapter, his affection meter had slowly been rising, dropping during the overblot like the tides only to rise once again by the end to a good 45%. This was good!

But no matter how much you may have pondered, strategized, or try to predict each next action, you could've never guessed that the next time you saw Malleus after Azul's overblot, his expression taut with concern, his affection meter had made a jump to 55% and turned red. This entire time you had been avoiding the negatives, but you never once worried of the dangers and implications a red affection meter above 50% would mean for you. Or heaven forbid, anything close to 100%.

[sunafc]

Cherry Smoke — 15, This is different

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Y/n enters the bar, the air heavy with the smell of alcohol. Now that the gig is over, music plays through the speakers. Most people have left, but those who remain sit around the tables, busy drinking and chatting. Y/n notices Iwaizumi and Yachi getting drinks at the counter, fighting over who should pay. Then, her eyes fall on the table near the window where she knows Suna is sitting. He’s already looking at her, slumping over the table with his head resting on the palm of his hand as his eyes lazily follow her figure, making her way to him. Y/n sits close to him on the bench, knees brushing under the table. ‘Did he want to hook up?’ Suna asks right away. The girl shakes her head, ‘He asked for my number, said we should do something together sometimes.’ ‘How nice,’ he says flatly, voice laced with sarcasm. Y/n clicks her tongue in annoyance, ‘This is what you wanted to talk about?’ She asks, crossing her arms in a mindless way to guard herself. Suna quickly catches on to that. He sits straighter and grabs one of her wrists to get her to feel closer, ‘I’m just trying to look out for you,’ he says softly as he gently slides his fingers down her hand to hold it. The girl sighs, ‘You don’t have to, he’s not some creep.’ ‘You don’t know that,’ Suna retorts, ‘You don’t know him.’ ‘Whatever,’ Y/n mumbles under her breath, looking away. ‘Come here,’ he grasps the girl’s legs and places them over his. He hugs her figure with one arm, his hand on her waist, holding her still. Y/n lays her head on his shoulder in a silent sign of defeat, ‘Why can you hook up with other people and I can’t?’ Suna’s face is impassive, ‘This is different,’ he says before leaning in to leave a tender kiss to her lips. ‘How?’ He dismisses the question as he kisses her again, and again until the two find themselves panting out of breath. Sweet pecks turned into hungry kisses, then bites down on Y/n’s neck, leaving bruises. ‘Wait, Rin,’ the girl moves away, ‘Stop it,’ she traces the marks on her skin, ‘What are you doing?’ Suna looks at her through half-lidded eyes, ‘What do you mean?’ Y/n let out a hollow laugh, ‘This,’ she aimlessly points between him and herself, ‘First, you act distant, then you get weird because some other guy talks to me,’ she takes a breath to compose her thoughts, ‘And this!’ She exclaims touching her neck, ‘You leave marks on me as if you had to prove a point to someone.’ Silence drapes over them as Suna can’t find the courage to answer her sincerely. He sits there, glancing at her with a look in his eyes, something that resembles fear and regret, but that Y/n can’t quite pinpoint. ‘I’ll be leaving,’ she whispers, slowly untangling her body from his. Suna takes hold of her hand once more, ‘Wait, let me take you home?’ His usual aloof demeanor was now casted aside by a pleading tone in his voice. ‘I’ll text you when I’m home,’ Y/n said, averting her gaze. Suna feels her hand slipping through his fingers, no strength in his hold.

notes:

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new character unlocked! semi is here 👀

things are getting messier, we love to see it (we don't, but alas it's needed for the plot)

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[hamzahsbaby]

ok so for the angst maybe like a fake rumor gets out that hamzahs cheating on reader and then reader starts to believe it and ends things without his explanation and then they meet a few months later and lots of arguing and stuff idk what else but yeh sorry this is all i can explain ����🙏

warnings/notes: angst! hamzah lowk kinda mean at first, but he redeems himself, happy ending cause i need y/n happy ^_^ i give absolutely no explanation to the rumor …

"are you really going to believe some stupid fucking rumor you heard online?" hamzah threw his hands in the air, you'd never seen him this upset before. "like," he rubbed his forehead, pacing in front of you as you sat at his kitchen table. "seriously?"

"well you weren't doing anything to stop it from spreading!" you snapped, your voice shaky from adrenaline. you and hamzah had been going at it for a good 15 minutes now, neither of you wanting to back down. "you didn't fucking care that it upset me!" you felt a warm tear roll down your cheek, your body replaying exactly how you felt the first time you and hamzah had this argument, except that time you ended things and left without any explanation.

now, a few months later you were back in his kitchen, everything was the same, but maybe a but messier, you weren't exactly sure. red and blue even greeted you at the door when you came in, they missed you sneakily giving them treats whenever hamzah wasn't looking, or giving them endless cuddles after hamzah would push them away for the night.

"was i supposed to dedicate a whole video to some stupid rumor made about me? is that what you wanted?" his yells were even louder and more condescending. you rolled your eyes, "there's no sense in even talking to you if you're not going to hear me out." you got up from the kitchen chair, grabbing your keys from the table. "i knew it was fucking stupid coming over here." you made your way towards the front door, jaw clenched, tears falling down your face, heartbroken for a second time, but still you desperately wanted hamzah to stop you from walking out that door. so desperately.

"wait." his voice was much softer this time around. "i'm sorry." he grabbed your wrist. "i'm sorry okay?" his fingers gently unwrapped themselves from around your wrist. that was the first time he'd touched you in months. it was the kind of touch that screamed 'please don't leave' without having to say it.

"i should have done more, you're right." hamzah leaned against the counter, running his fingers through his hair. "i was just upset," he sighed, tears welting up in his eyes, now he was the one reliving his emotions. "you up and left like i didn't mean anything to you. like all of this was for nothing." his voice cracked, mentally going back to the day you decided you were done, no note, no text, no call, just gone. but you still lingered in his apartment; your smell on his pillows, your hair ties all over the place, and even that stupid cracked mug you insisted on keeping because 'it deserved a home too'. it was all still there. so while you got to leave and move on, he didn't.

"do you think i just never thought of you or something?" you sighed, "you're all i thought- you're all i think about." you corrected yourself. "and you didn't even reach out." another tear fell, this time hamzah wiped it before you could do it yourself, his hands were sweaty and clammy. "well you didn't exactly leave room to do that." hamzah nervously played with his curls. "well you could have tried." anger started stirring up in your stomach again. "you could have done something."

"i didn't know how." he admitted, his voice was soft. "i've never loved someone the way i love you. i didn't want to ruin us completely." his eyes were glossed over, he looked so desperate and innocent. "do you still love me?" he asked.

"i never stopped hamzah."