Playing Poet

Just as the night - loved by some, mystery to all.

[the-ginger-hedge-witch]

When I say that I screamed...

Thank you so much to @pedropascalsx for this! I have literal chills. This is exactly how I pictured him in this scene, and I will never recover from this. I am just...I can't even put it into words. Thank you! ❤️😭😍

Full scene from The Hero (Crush Part V):

The sun is fully up by the time he gets home, and Javier sinks down on the front porch stairs before he heads inside, pausing for just a few minutes to collect his thoughts. And perhaps, given the week he’s had, it comes as less surprise than maybe it should that he hears the front door creak open a minute later, the slow stride of his father before he sits down beside him.

“Cutting it a bit close, aren’t you, Javi?”

Javier props his elbows on his knees and drops his head into his hands. “How long have you known?”

“Since the kitchen, mijo. And before you ask, yes, I know you’ve been sneaking her into the house practically every night. The least you could do is have her park in a different spot. She’s killing my grass behind that barn.”

Javier drags his hands down his face, laughing at himself. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Do I ever?”

They sit in companionable silence for a few minutes, and just like always, Chucho is the first to break it. “I didn’t say anything because when you started seeing her, you stopped spending every night staring at a whiskey bottle.”

Javier nods, accepting the truth of that, but it takes him a few more minutes before he offers, “I didn’t want you to get caught up in it if things…I didn’t want you to have to deal with it.”

“Javier, does it ever occur to you that I want to deal with it? That it’s actually worse for me to watch you deal with it alone?” He sighs. “Just…just tell me one thing. Do you know what you’re doing here? With her?

“No,” Javier says, staring out at nothing in particular. “I just know I can’t do it without her.” 

“What?”

Javier thinks of you pressed against his back, arms wrapped around him and palms on his chest, your steady presence pulling him back from his nightmare.

“Breathe.”

[sunsetquotes]

“And suddenly you know: It’s time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.”

— Meister Eckhart

[thelittlelibby]

The magic is still there.

So deep in our bones

That when I look up at you,

You’re already grinning at me.

[poemswords]

[thelittlelibby]

Your kiss was the softest 30 grit of sin

You walked away with some of my skin

[thelittlelibby]

I’ve always said,

“I want to be with someone who makes me happy.”

I just never realized that person could be me.

[thelittlelibby]

Oh snake charmer. Turns out, you're the snake

L.S. (bitten)

[books-n-quotes]

“With freedom, books, flowers and the moon, who could not be happy?” — Oscar Wilde

[thelittlelibby]

Goodnight to no one.

[thelittlelibby]

I’m a homebody

Looking for home

In any body

Ocean (homebody)

[sunsetico-deactivated20250705]

i didn’t know what it was to want, to crave something so badly you feel your soul ripping your insides, trying to reach out for it. i didn’t know what it was to want something so desperately your heart ached at the absence of it. that night, i craved your touch as if you were in another universe, far away from me. i craved your touch so much i repeated in my head, like a spell, like a mantra, ‘touch me’. 'touch me’. 'touch me’. please please please i am begging you, put your hand on my heart, your lips on my neck, your eyes on my soul. touch me, god fucking damn it.

touch. (via sunsetico)

[thelittlelibby]

She was the sun, but she craved the moon.

Oceans

[thelittlelibby]

Second time around Another end we've found Somewhat older Never wiser But what a mess we've left the ground

Oceans (second chances are for suckers)

[thelittlelibby]

I knew it the moment you touched my skin Déjà vu so real in a place I've never been

Oceans

[thelittlelibby]

If a little distance is what you need, when you ask for a pond, I’ll give you the sea.

Oceans

[thelittlelibby]

It’s a terrifying thing to have an old love walk around with your secrets.

Trusting this person to cradle tightly a glass jar he no longer cares about.

L.S.

[thelittlelibby]

I won’t make you chase me, but I also won’t wait around.

L.S. (Pursuit)