There Was Always A Distance Between Them. A Bridge That, No Matter How Hard Shiro Tried, He Could Never

It Is Saturday

So I did it.

I succumbed to that shidge writing itch that you guys threw poison ivy on because this is something we all want and need apparently

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The hardest thing that Takashi Shirogane had to do was get out of bed.

Not to say that he was sinking into depression and couldn’t arise, no, it was the exact opposite. His bed, their bed, was one of the safest and most comforting places he’d ever known, thanks most in part to his tiny female partner, and it was a daily struggle to convince himself to depart from it. He and Pidge had owned their cozy apartment nearing a year now, and the slab of mattress and tangled sheets that they rested on had become the most intoxicating setting in his home. There were days were they opted to stay in place for hours, only leaving to make food or bathroom runs and returning to collapse in the other’s arms and the sea of blankets. It was hard to leave because she was there, because they had comforted each other from the memories of the war there, because every good day, shit day, and night of love always ended in each other’s arms, on the bed.

But some days were harder than the rest.

The setting was always the same, posing the exact challenge it had for a while now; dark grey sheets that lay crinkled up between them, olive comforter sprawled around the two in uneven heaps of worn fabric. Her sleeping form was bundled up next to him, clinging at the arms that encircled her torso, head turned to the one that used it as a pillow. The rest of the bed seemed freezing in comparison to her, though with the pair’s legs tangled together and huddled figures smashed together, her presence chased off any remaining cold of the perimeter around him. Blinding sunlight poured from the gaps in the blinds, sloshing golden light inside the room in bouncing parallel strips.

Blinking into the realm of reality, Shiro instinctively tightened his grip on the woman in his arms, burying his nose in her curled, unruly hair with slow, fatigued movements. The sleeping Pidge made not a move besides the rising and falling of her sides, comfortably conforming to the ‘big spoon’ behind her. His senses were then filled with bright brown hair, blinding sunlight, and the scent of vanilla and burnt carbon as he was once again tempted by the thought of staying where he was for the remainder of the day.

Sighing, he blew her caramel curls away from his mouth, fingers knotting at his t-shirt that draped over her lithe frame. ‘Is showing up at a Garrison meeting really worth getting up from this? What day even is it?’

After a minute or two of contemplation, Shiro groaned and shifted away from the woman he loved, lifting the covers and throwing his legs over the bedframe, running a hand through his white-stained forelock. His muscles stung, the ache the familiar, momentary one that only existed because he had moved. Though the apartment’s heater tried its best, he shivered-everything was like ice compared to her. With a final shake, he made a move to heave himself up-

-until dull nails tickled one of the scars on his back.

As soon as his head spun, he met the soft, squinted gaze of Pidge’s honey eyes. Her arm extended out to him, hand blindly groping at any clutchable surface that he retained, eventually finding his prosthetic and then latching onto the metallic limb. She peeled her lips apart, blinking tiredly; her dreams must’ve been somewhat peaceful, then, as she wasn’t automatically running at full speed.

“..ome back to bed,” She offered, eyebrows kneading together and gentle smile painting itself on her soft, freckled features. She squeezed the bridge between his neck and shoulder, her other hand finding the parallel spot within a matter of seconds. The plea scratched at his resolve, itching and tugging at his head because damn just staying home today sounded really good.

He exhaled a quiet, desperate laugh and leaned over, pecking her nose. “I have to go.”

“..iot.”

“Hmm?”

Her freckled arms flung out and grabbed his shoulders, yanking him down over her lanky form and forcing him to catch himself out of instinct, the pair close enough to where their noses brushed together. Tangled hair guarded the tops of her half-lidded eyes, bottom lip jutting out and completing her pouty appearance. Pidge maneuvered her hands to press against the sides of his face, shaking it gently with every word.

“It. Is. Saturday.”

“Oh.”

Shiro’s elbows gave way, the fatigued super-soldier of a man succumbing to her earlier plea and falling onto the lanky, warm form of his partner, forcing his arms around her through the mass of sheets and digging his nose against her neck. She laughed softly, the sound tickling his chest as the past Green Paladin roamed Shiro's shoulders, the two now glued together by method of awkward cuddling. The cold was now longer felt, and the soft heartbeat in the chest under his own was loud enough to become a lullaby and lure him back to the realm of sleep, clinging onto the woman beneath him all the while.

I’m not going to say it again: #my fanfic deserves to win first place.

Pidge: And now...for the continuation of the Hot-Dog Saga.

Shiro: nO

Yo, here’s an idea:

Ghost hunting Pidge and Shiro from Buzzfeed Unsolved Supernatural

Pidge is Shane

 Shiro is Ryan

bae plssss do a web weave for asaden🥺🥺

your akiangel and dazaatsu ones already made me feel sooo overwhelmed (in a good way ofc), i think i'd actually die happy with asaden

tis my only way to cope cuz i bet my ass fujimoto will never give them a happy ending

😭😭

your love like a star(fish)

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whose been waiting for who here? you are the heartbeat of my life

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Chainsaw Man is written and drawn by Fujimoto Tatsuki  

csm / leith ross, "we'll never have sex" / erik j. brown / hera lindsay bird / csm / hera lindsay bird / james baldwin / a.w. , "i was an island" / csm / richard siken / csm / ???

quill notes - i actually havent read this arc yet, so my apologies if its a lil clunky. im not the type to get flustered over spoilers, so this was actually kinda fun!

#danganronpa is my biggest hobby... and my greatest fear.

This tweet aged well.

Hey, I suck at writing any tips or tricks.

WHO TOLD YOU THAT LIE?! 

I’LL FITE EM!!! SWEAR ON ME MUM, I’LL FITE EM!!!!

Ok, but in all seriousness...

@januarycarnation you’re just starting out. No one is expecting perfection from you. You’re taking chances and making mistakes, true.

But you’re also getting better.

So yeah, of course the first couple of drafts are going to be very good, but you’ve already accomplished something that I took forever to accept.

You know how to take criticism.

You already know that when some one give you suggestions that they’re not coming from a mean, hateful place. And BECAUSE of that you can improve at at faster rate than i did. So give yourself a pat on the back for that.

You deserve it.

But as far as ACTUAL tips and tricks go, there’s usually three rules that i follow.

Don’t write every day - Granted this MAY NOT be the best advice for some people, but i find that writing everyday can REALLY burn you out to the point where you don’t ever want to do it again. So maybe pace yourself???Just get it out - It’ll probably be horrible, but if you writing out everything you WANT to have happen, you can always go back and fluff it up with all your descrpitions and feelings later. Ya gotta have a skeleton before you have a body. Give yourself deadlines - Granted don’t give yourself WEEKLY deadlines (refer back to point one). But definitely maintain a sense of responsibility. Not for you and not to say that you’re not responsible, but if your readers are taking the time to read, comment, and like your work they deserve updates at a reasonable pace. At the same time, make sure that your audience knows just what sort of challenges that might delay the content they love. I’ve found everyone to be incredibly understanding and i’m immensely thankful for all the support.

Hopefully that answers your question. Thank you for your ask and i hope i helped you in some way, shape, or form!

The best of wishes to you and your future work, i can’t wait to see how you’ll grow as a writer!

GUYS I NEED HELP!!!

So, as you all know, Golden Madness is my baby and when I'm not stressing out about college/senior year, I'm working on that.

And now the Retrace Arc is done.

BUT HOLY HECK-A-DOODLE do I need your help!!!

What I need from you guys is to tell me if there was anything you guys found confusing or want me to talk about in the Retrace's End announcement.

Thank you!!! ❤️❤️❤️

GM Moodboards 7 - Chapter 7: Beloved, You Are

“Lotor couldn’t breathe.

It was impossible. No woman could have…his thoughts trailed off. Remembering the young girl’s face. The startling beauty of her tears. The soft, vulnerable look she gave him.

If only for a moment.

She truly was beautiful. Beautiful in a way none of his other women were. Beautiful in a way they all aspired to be. Lush lips and a girlish, soft face. Lashes long and feathery against a dotted cheek. He had held her.

Felt her.”

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Chapter Song: James Young - I’ll Be Good

Web weaving about being in unrequited love with a best friend

"(almost) Just Enough, You and I"

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forgive me, friend i've grown greedy for your goodness

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rogelio de egusquiza's tristan and isolde / clementine von radics / l . m dorsey / alejandra pizarnik / herbert james draper's flying fish / taylor swift, "you’re on your own, kid" / the crane wives, "never love an anchor" / mwangi hutter's ours to hold and caress and cherish / mitski, "i will" / fka twigs, "cellophane" / mitski, "i bet on losing dogs" / albert joseph pénot's la petite cigale / taylor jenkins reid / madeline miller, "the song of achilles" / mary stevenson cassatt's on the balcony / mirabai