Hi, I just wanted to say being in the closet is nothing to be ashamed of. ever. A lot of families are not supportive and coming out in such an environment can be anything from uncomfortable to deadly. Everyone can come out or stay in like they want to. No one should ever force you to come out. not in the name of "visibility" not in the name of "honesty to oneself" you come out to yourself. everyone else is secondary.
Thank you so much!This is definitely a great thing to hear, it lifts me up. It’s really hard to be different from those around me. I’m sure others feel the same. I just wish it wasn’t so hard to be able to be myself in the public vicinity.
respectfully, I disagree with your opinion (on what you posted in the asexual tag) I was so damn excited when I found out I'm asexual, and I still am, I literally can't shut up about it to the people I'm out to. I'm not wrong or broken and my point of view is valid. I'm not just a weird prude. And I would have never learned about if it weren't for other people "sticking it on flags" Of course it doesn't define me, but it's a part of me. and it's very important. I hope you understand what I mean.
I do. And people like you i whole heartedly agree with. Again, a lot of people missed the fact that i said the people that bother me are the people who think that this is just some fad they can follow. I never once said i believed asexuality wasn't real, you know? Also, thank you very much for being respectful and mature with your message. We need more people like you here on tumblr.
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whats 1D day about? like, Day of the doctor is the 50th anniversary. it’s not their anniversary I know that. but what is it actually?
I think it's just a promotional thing for their new album. That is seven hours long (and apparently was kind of just okay). 1DHQ seems to be going along like Midnight Memories hasn't leaked, which kind of cracks me up.
Rule one: always post the rules .
Rule two: answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones.
Rule 3: tag 11 people and link them to the post.
Rule 4: actually tell them you tagged them.
I was tagged by soulfulsam who asked me these questions~
1. Who was your first celebrity crush?
Probably Frank Iero, he's a cutie ^--^
2. Would you rather be Will Graham or a crazy cat lady? (i.e. dogs or cats)
CATS
3. If you had to flee your current country and set up life somewhere else, where would you go?
Sweden seems pretty chill, or Italy~
4. Ever been drunk? Tell me about it.
Nope, I can drink quite a lot without getting drunk ;---;
5. Favourite scents/smells?
APPLE IS THE BEST
6. A name you would never name your child:
Anything too 'posh' it's quite weird because I hate the name Elizabeth but love the name Lizzie? ;--;
7. Harry Potter named his son Albus Severus. Thoughts?
Why not! he's named after two badass wizards that's pretty awesome
8. MARMITE????
It's a no from me
9. Favourite childhood movie?
TOTORO TOTORO (My Neighbour Totoro)
10. Mineral water or spring water (or tap)?
Tap water ftw
11. What’s more attractive to you in a potential mate: beautiful eyes or a nice smile?
Ahhh both, but I'd probably say nice eyes
My Questions for you:
1. Favourite Youtuber?
2. Favourite song at the moment?
3. Names you would like to call your children?
4. Favourite movie of all time?
5. Favourite video game character?
6. If you could meet anyone in the world, who would it be?
7. What fantasy world would you want to live in?
8. Favourite Doctor? (If you watch Doctor Who ;--;)
9. Play any instruments?
10. What do you think is the best thing about yourself?
Hmm I'm really bad at learning things. I'd rather just know how to do them instantly, but I really want to know japanese and spanish and how to play the guitar or the saxophone. I would also like to know how to swing dance and do yoga.
35. favorite subject (like in school right)
my favourite subject was maths. chemistry and english too. german was fun too because the teacher was cool.
I’m sorry your family is being shitty. you can come over here. I’ll make brownies and make you watch white collar.
I would so love that. Seriously, it's a shitty fucking time when no one in the house you live in gets you or your problems :/ I wish we were closer, so we can just live together and you'll make brownies and I'll make cupcakes and everything would be a little better.
<3. Sometimes I just lock myself in a room for a while so I don’t have to talk to anyone until I feel better. Not as easy if it’s happening all the time tho!
Urghhhh, yes! Exactly what I'm doing tbh - me and my trustworthy laptop, in the dark, in a locked room, with loud music. And you perfect people who always make me feel better <3
I’m sorry :( we’re here for you!
Thank you! *massive hug* I don't know what I'd do without you all. <3
"This is not just a kiss. If this is a kiss then she's never kissed anyone in her life."
Prompts: "first kiss in Neverland" and "based on 'Fools' by Lauren Aquilina."
Links: A03 and FFN
I'm trying something new, darling. It's called trust. Since this was a Tumblr prompt and it's relatively short I'm just posting it right on here.
What if we ruin it all
And we love like fools
And all we have, we lose?
And I don't want you to go
But I want you so
So tell me what we choose.
-Fools, Lauren Aquilina
She realizes it suddenly, without any warning.
Hook is still talking but Emma's tuned him out. She stares at him, taking it all in – his shoulders are loose, his grin a casual but genuine thing, and his eyes – they've always been almost painfully blue, but they're so bright, so open and trusting and caring and, fuck.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.
It's not like she hasn't thought about this before. To be honest, she was already thinking it before they even got to the beanstalk, but everything that's happened since has only made the thoughts more prominent. She's thought about it a lot of different ways, with different thoughts on what it might be – lust, irritation, empathy, sorrow, understanding, grief, and others. Things she doesn't dare to name.
Hasn't – hasn't, before now. Before Neverland. Because Hook's been right by her side through all of this, he's been right here and helping when Emma knows he has no reason to be. She urged him to be a part of something but she also knows very well that's not enough for what she's seen from him so far, and it's not like he's hidden his interest at all. She has been well aware for some time now how he feels, but has just kept shoving it off because now's not the time. She can't deal with this now, she can't let herself dwell on how Hook feels or how she might feel or – or any of it, now while Pan still has Henry.
She thought she couldn't, but this – they won tonight, small victory though it might be. And it's hitting hard, that this is possible because of him. If it weren't for Hook she wouldn't even be here, let alone one step closer to getting Henry back, and he's – so supportive, he's always backing her up, letting her lead, just fucking grinning and making all those little comments about "well done, Swan" or "excellent leadership" or, or giving her drinks and now he's just, the look in his eyes.
It hits her like your boy took off, like I'm your son, like fucking magic being real – Emma can feel her world, her walls shattering around her. She's feeling vulnerable and lost and broken, like Pan has been wanting all along, just a lost girl, little orphan Emma because she wants this. She knows better, god, by now she knows so much better, but he's been everything she could have asked for and he's looking at her like she's important, not because of her parents' True Love or some prophecy about a Savior, but Emma the orphan, the lost and lonely.
And what she realizes in this flash of a moment, staring back at him – this isn't something that can be denied, or delayed. She can't argue with this, she can't put it off till later, and not because she owes anything to Hook – simply because she wants it too, she can't even make herself care about anything else, she just.
Just reaches out and grabs on, yanks him closer and kisses him. And her eyes fall shut, the leather of his coat is smooth in her grip, his lips are startled and still, and the warmth just floods through her. For a moment, the kiss is nothing more than a press of mouth to mouth, almost chaste.
But then Hook starts to move. As Emma kisses him harder, she can hear him take a single shaky breath in through his nose and then he starts pressing back, opening up to her bit by bit. It's slow, and – and tentative, and nothing like Emma might have expected but she doesn't care. She can't care about anything right now but this, this moment, she feels like she's telling him all her secrets, all her hurts and hopes and just everything, this is not just a kiss. If this is a kiss then she's never kissed anyone in her life, and she can feel herself getting shaky with more than lack of breath. She wants to pull away, she wants to press in closer until there's no space between them, but she doesn't remember how to move, how to do anything but this.
Emma pulls back a little, dizzy and in need of air. She can't even gasp in a full breath before there's a hand in her hair reeling her back in, gentle but firm. Hook kisses harder this time, like he's daring her to even try pulling away again. He kisses her like he has no plans to ever let her go, like he won't let anything make him, like he'll never leave and Emma's hands clench tight around his coat until her fingers ache. She should know better, she wants to know better but she can't, she can't do anything in the face of this wordless declaration but melt back and kiss yes, yes, god yes. She kisses back with everything she's got, not in technique but just raw passion, just emotion and her mouth and his mouth, heat and heart and hope.
Finally they have to breathe again, but they don't want to let go. Emma lets him tip his head forward, resting his forehead on hers with their noses barely touching and she just – just breathes, quiet shaky gulps of air. She doesn't open her eyes, doesn't let go. She can't – Emma feels flushed and dizzy and raw, exposed in every way, and the last time she even came close to this, Graham collapsed to the floor and – no. No, that's not happening here, that's not what's –
She can hear Hook swallow. His hand's still in her hair, gently cupping the side of her head, and he rubs his thumb slowly against her jaw. Emma shivers at the touch, and she knows Hook feels her, he leans forward a little more so their noses brush against each other.
"Emma." His voice is quiet. So soft, it's just wrecked, and she can't open her eyes. She can't do anything to break this moment; this was such a stupid decision. Anything could happen from here, there's any number of ways to lose this and if only she'd never kissed him then it might not hurt so much when she loses him (she's going to lose him).
"Love, do you –" Hook stops, and huffs a breath of a laugh, and she can tell he's smiling. He's grinning that wide-open grin.
She still can't bring herself to regret it. Even as she's berating herself for being such a fool, Emma finds herself smiling too, finally gathering the courage to open her eyes and let go of his coat. His hand clenches in her hair a little as she's stepping back, but he lets her pull away. He lets her step back, but sways forward as if to follow, and that's just…
She ducks her head, trying to hide her grin, but she can't. She feels giddy with possibility, she wants to step forward into him again and kiss everything else away. She wants to let him kiss her like before, like he was looking at her just now.
(He kisses like his lips are making love.)
Instead, Emma forces herself to step back again, to take a deep breath and get some control over herself. She looks up and meets his gaze and – tries not to let those eyes punch the breath right out of her again, god – smiles.
She wanted to thank him before, but now that's not really the right thing to say at all. She doesn't know what to say, she feels like she's said everything and more with that kiss, but despite the smile on his lips he looks nervous. He looks… terrified actually, in a joyful sort of way and it's so exactly how Emma feels that she can't help the quirk to her lips.
"Come on," she says, reaching out for his hand. It closes around hers without a moment's hesitation, large and warm and gripping just a little too tight, sending a little frisson through her skin. "Let's get back to the camp."
He follows close when she tugs lightly at him, walks without a word, so close their shoulders brush with every step. And it feels so simple, so right that Emma knows this is going to end. She should know, at least. She should be preparing herself even now, but she can't, she doesn't want to think about losing things for once, she wants this, him. And – Emma thinks he'll let her, it's terrifying but she thinks he'll hold on just as tight.
