Someone i know only peripherally messaged me a couple of days ago because he had watched a documentary about Pompeji and wondered if it was entirely historically accurate that a tsunami also hit the city during the catastrophe?
I hardly know the guy and tbh we haven’t really had any classes on the destruction of Pompeji - when we discuss the city it’s usually stuff like “this one statue from this one house has a neat element”, so i just let him know i wasnt entirely sure and he should Google it.
Come to find out i read his message wrong and it wasn’t a documentary he’d been watching, but the movie. The Hollywood bluckbuster. Staring Kit Harrington as sexy gladiator. And he was asking about HISTORICAL ACCURACY??????
a/n: not entirely sure what this is, and i might rewrite it later ;;akdjfhg;afkj anyways, hope you enjoy!
sakusa didn’t believe in love.
in high school, he would receive confessions every other day. a steady of stream of people baring gifts and cutesy notes claiming that they were in love with him. he’d politely decline, of course. because how can they love him when the didn’t even really knowhim?
once he entered the professional leagues, love was all his teammates would talk about. atsumu would babble about a recent date turned disaster, while hinata would fret about what gift he should give his partner for their 3 month-versary. bokuto would be in a haze, showing off pictures of his girlfriend he kept in his wallet to anyone willing to look. love sounded much too troublesome for him anyway.
curious, though, he would ask about his teammates about it. why bother going through all this trouble for love? why was love so important for them? what islove?
they would say it was just a feeling, that he would just know when he was in love, that it was enough to make someone so giddy that they would throw all logic out the window. sakusa was unconvinced, though.
yeah, right. sakusa was nothing if not a pillar of reason.
suddenly, you came crashing into his life, and the love he didn’t know he had to give came pouring out. from the moment he saw you, your warm eyes had melted the cold exterior he had fronted his entire life.
there was something about you that would render him a babbling mess, stumbling over his own words with a lack of grace no one else knew was possible.
even your touch was electrifying. from the first time he held your hand to the first time his lips grazed yours, it was enough for his brain to short circuit, forgetting about the entire world because in those moments, you were his world and nothing else mattered.
the boys would snicker as sakusa would talk about you nonstop in the locker room, badgering them on what he should wear or what kind of flowers you would like, but it was all in good fun, because for the first time in their lives, the saw sakusa in love- the very love he said he didn’t believe in.
the first time he said it, it caught you off guard. you scolding him in your god awful kermit the frog impression, and it just slipped out. Still, it didn’t make them any less true.
i love you.
from then on, those three words became a simple fact of your relationship. armed with those three words and you by his side, sakusa had found his forever.
but when you were at dinner one night, refusing to make eye contact with him,
when you were explaining how you couldn’t do this anymore, how being in a relationship was just too hard, how the distance was becoming too much–
when you were breaking the very heart you singlehandedly unfroze,
sakusa realized he very much did believe in love- you were living, breathing proof that love existed.
but the diamond ring in his pocket growing heavier by the second proved something else too:
So, since I’ve been remiss in participating these past couple weeks, I thought I’d officially rec a few fics that I’ve mentioned in response to some Asks I’ve received lately. Each of these fall under the hurt/comfort category, and are some of my favorites that I visit again and again.
Summary: France, 1966. After a hurried wedding due to the birth of her son, Emma and her new husband, Neal Cassidy, move to the quiet French countryside for a fresh start. With Neal working late at the psychiatric hospital next door, it is left to Emma to find her own way to settle in to her new life. Desperate to find a way to pass the time, and to find meaning in her life outside of being a mother, Emma takes it upon herself to revive the facility’s neglected greenhouse. But when a handsome blue eyed patient offers to help her look after the plants, everything in Emma’s world changes
Rated M / 6 Chapters / Complete
This fic is beautifully written (and that sentence does not do justice to the reality of its intent). There is a gorgeous melancholy that permeates the narrative while also infusing that sacred hope we all associate with canon. I already loved Killian Jones before reading this fic, but I fell in love with him all over again, right alongside Emma, as I read each chapter.
Summary: When a sailor recovering from injuries sustained during the war against the Dark One is tended by one of the noblewomen of the realm, he knows it is not meant to be; he is too hurt, and far too unremarkable for one as good as she. Little does he realize that time cannot heal all wounds, nor can it make him forget the angel who once eased his troubled mind.
Rated E / 12 Chapters / Complete
You want some masterful hurt/comfort? Then you have to read this fic. It features injured Killian; maimed, ill, plagued by nightmares and grief, with bouts of wallowing in self-loathing even as he comes to accept the care offered him by Emma, whose true identity is kept concealed. You will swoon, your heart will clench with feels, you will yell at these two idiots for being… well, idiots, and then be thoroughly rewarded by the end of it all.
Summary: Killian Jones is fighting a losing battle with his vice and hiding it behind his music persona. Emma Swan is the cop who arrests him for it. But that isn’t the first time the two of them have met. After Emma impulsively offers him her apartment to recover away from the tabloids, it also won’t be the last. For her it’s just giving someone a chance she never had. But can it be more?
Rated M / 32 Chapters / In Progress
Another brilliant hurt/comfort fic! The attention to detail given to Killian’s recovery is expertly interwoven with the growing trust, challenges, and realities of relationship between him and Emma. Although the fic has not been updated recently, the last chapter posted leaves the reader in a good place with a sense of hope for the outcome that makes the investment in reading totally worth it. It is one I have gone back to and read through many times over, and though I am hopeful the author will pick up with the story again, I am never disappointed by the time I reach the final posted chapter.
was just Remembering how you’d be out with a friend and you’d each order a different cocktail and you’d ask “what’d you get?” and they’d read the description off the menu and you’d be like “ooh that sounds good” and then they’d say “try it!” and then you’d have a lil sip of their drink and they’d have a lil sip of your drink and you’d decide which one was best and you wouldn’t give each other a life-threatening respiratory infection
Bip the Space Pirate! For a character design contest on DeviantArt. He’s a bird who dreamed of becoming a space pirate so he followed his dream no matter how much others laughed at him or said that birds can’t be space pirates. Follow your dreams guys.
The only reason i didn’t want to look for internships to study at usa is because im tired i dont want to continue school not because i was 1 (ONE) point behind in my english test
