Anecdote Of The Pig, Tory Adkisson // Achilles & Partoclus // House Of Dragon, 1x07 // Plainwater, Anne

The signs as Mystery anime

Aries: Serial Experiments Lain

Taurus: Bungou Stray Dogs 

Gemini: Kamisama no Memochou

Cancer: Ajin

Leo: Death Parade 

Virgo: xxxHOLiC

Libra: Ergo Proxy

Scorpio: Baccano!

Sagittarius: Mushishi

Capricorn: Durarara!!

Aquarius: Another 

Pisces: Ghost Hound 

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/ze9fgpphbna5vgy/AABJd7Zd2HbgSohV42zl3GBFa?dl=0

“I have never known who or what I am supposed to be. The only thing I know for sure, is that I am supposed to be more than I have been.”

— William Chapman

Ne crains jamais d’en faire trop,

car je n’en ai jamais assez de toi.

Je me délecte de tes paroles, 

et tes soupirs sont mon oxygène.

Si seulement je pouvais fondre contre toi,

je ne connaîtrais plus jamais ni le froid,

ni la crainte

de te voir partir

à tout jamais

Never fear to be too much,

for I can never have enough of you.

I revel in your words,

and your sighs are my oxygen.

If only I could melt into you,

I would never know cold again,

nor the fear

to see you go

forever 

im very grateful for the lessons in photography i was taught in stop motion class because just now they made it possible to photograph the stars with my phone in spite of the camera usually not detecting the light of stars because theyre so dim,,,, enjoy these shiny motherfuckers

Again

Klance, some NSFW bits, 5910 words.

Years after their beak up, Keith finally goes on a date and who should come across his little outing, but the man who broke his heart.

You’ve already read the beginning per my post here but I posted it all together because I felt like it, so just scroll past it if you need to.

As usual, I got derailed. There will be a (probably waaaay more nsfw) bonus to this later if I have anything to say about it though.

—

To set the scene, Keith is in a booth sitting across the table from some cute nameless guy, they’re making polite conversation and Keith is smiling, not really feeling much but the effort is there. He’s been single for years now other than a couple one night stands to scratch an itch that never worked. It was time he got back out here and found someone to love as much as he who should not be named.

But god does he love he who should not be named—

Did. God did. Past tense. No current love. No sir.

So, Keith is doing his goddamn best okay.

And the guy across the table is so sweet and so kind and even pretty attractive— though not as attractive as he who should not be named but uhh let’s face it, that kind of luck was pretty unlikely to happen to Keith again.

Someone as attractive as that man who wasn’t going to break his heart? Yeah. Totally. Totally not real.

Ow.

Okay stop.

“No no I totally agree, it would have been so easy for them to go the right route but they just had to mess it up.” Keith offers to the conversation, fingers tapping awkwardly on the side of the table while they wait for their server to come back with their food.

The guy laughs, and it’s a cute laugh. Cuter even than he who shall not be named because his laugh always sounded so goddamn stupid but—

But Keith fucking loved his laugh. Loved the way he’d look down just before as if embarrassed by how funny he just found something. Loved the way he’d stand around with his jaw gaping like a fish. Loved every stupid thing about that horrible stupid man—

Keith stop, you’re on a date with a cute boy, stop, it’s been years, it’s been actual years, don’t do this to yourself, move on.

Why is he thinking about this dude so much anyway? Is it just the fact it’s a date? It’s a genuine smack in the face to every promise he’d made not to love anyone but that reckless stupid—

Chill. Chill chill chill.

Why does he feel so nervous? So on display, so judged. The guy across the table from him isn’t even trying to mentally undress him, so this uneasy feeling isn’t coming from him.

Quickly Keith scans the restaurant, looking for some homophobic idiot or someone who thinks it’s gross Keith went out wearing leggings as pants. (He likes them, fuck off.)

He doesn’t find anyone.

He must be imagining it.

Must be.

Must be.

“Hey, don’t look, but there’s a dude behind you— over by the bar who will not stop staring at the back of your head. I think he spaced out.”

Space. Lance loved space.

Bad sign.

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