𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙚

you scared me to death .

there's nothing left to save now .

i don't think i caught your name .

i like it when you take control .

you're sacred and they're starved .

how dare you ? and how could you ?

one of us is gonna lose .

i don't even really know how it happened .

i'm out of sympathy for you .

just let me hold you .

don't talk about me like you might know how i feel .

try not to abuse your power .

i wish someone had told me i'd be doing this by myself .

it's not like me to be so mean .

you just want what you can't have .

would you like me to be quiet ?

i haven't slept since sunday .

i don't want to want you .

it hurts , but i know how to hide it .

i'm the only one who does it how you like .

you better keep your head down .

a lot can change in twenty seconds .

why aren't you scared of me ?

i thought that i was special .

you're looking at me like i'm see-through .

you were a hero , you played the part .

i never really know how to please you .

see what you wanna see .

gold's fake , and real love hurts .

no way , i'll call the cops .

maybe you should leave before i get too mean .

i just wanted to protect you .

you only listen to your fuckin' friends .

they're never gonna give you love like ours .

all you wanna do is kiss me .

don't you know too much already ?

it's weird that we care so much until we don't .

i didn't change my number , i changed who i reply to .

i don't know what feels true .

did you really think this is the right thing to do ?

i would hate to see you go .

i'd never treat me this shitty .

i'll only hurt you if you let me .

you made me feel like it was my fault .

now i know what you are .

i feel more and more like i was made for you .

you wanna kill me ? you wanna hurt me ?

don't try to make me feel bad .

wait , you know what ? maybe just forget it .

was i made from a broken mold ?

you want me to be yours , then you've gotta be mine .

tell me "nothing lasts" , like i don't know .

wait a minute , let me finish .

you know i'm not your friend without some greenery .

my demands aren't high to make .

stop , what the hell are you talking about ?

we both know i'm worth waiting for .

you ruined everything good .

you really know how to make me cry .

your love feels so fake .

i wanna be alone . alone with you , does that make sense ?

spit it out , what is it exactly ?

i'll never let you go .

if we were meant to be , we would've been by now .

you can pretend that you don't miss me .

just fucking leave me alone .

don't say i didn't warn you .

it's pretty cool , right ?

i think i might have fallen in love .

i tried not to upset you .

do you even feel anything ?

don't ask questions , you don't wanna know .

i've been walking through a world gone blind .

i just wanna make you feel okay .

i know you don't care , but can you listen ?

“I told you I couldn’t wait.”

with the help of some very talented and amazing friends, i present to you an unexpected, very spontaneous meme list based on the beautiful art of cupping someone's face! there's a mix of romantic and platonic here, and even a few that defy the boundaries of normal relationship dynamics! i hope you enjoy! as always; DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!

[KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss.

[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.

[CLEAN]: sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process.

[LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.

[COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together.

[ATTENTION]: during an important conversation, the sender takes the receiver's face in their hands and firmly directs their focus on them.

[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.

[PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them.

[WHISPER]: in order to have a private, hushed conversation with the receiver, the sender cups their face and draws them close to make sure they can be heard.

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.

[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.

[LAST LOOK]: before going into a situation that may result in their death, the sender takes a moment to cup the unaware receiver's face in their hand, just to take a final look of admiration at them before they go.

[SACRIFICE]: the sender cups the receiver's face tenderly to distract them, right before shoving them out of the way (to safety) and facing an attack alone in order to buy the receiver enough time to escape.

[BELIEF]: in a moment where the receiver is lacking in self-confidence, the sender cups their face tenderly and professes their faith in the receiver's abilities.

[DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did it.

[BETRAYAL]: trying to keep the receiver calm before the big reveal, the sender cups their face gently to keep them steady, and then reveals that they're the villain.

[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused.

[INJURY]: after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them.

Theories, and theories, but none that could explain what had happened to him, or more importantly: how to get him home. Back, to his people and his war.

He had been more than a little reluctant to turn to this world, this supposed magic that Cortana wanted him to accept as a possibility, as something that was beyond what science could explain. It seemed ridiculous, and so much of what he had initially found was nothing but charlatans and snake oil salesman. He had pushed forward, growing more frustrated as time went on. He had wanted to give up, but he knew he had no choice. Spartans didn't die, and they didn't surrender.

He had approached the owner with trepidation, and when the young woman had tentatively interrupted, he'd watched her with a wary gaze. Her intent seemed genuine, and it became clear as the conversation continued that her belief was the same, not only in what she practiced, but in her belief that somehow, some way, she could help him. It was hard not to let her optimism rub off on him, though skepticism was still winning the day. Her touch surprised him - it wasn't something that most people ever thought to do; his build, his frame, his scars, his reputation all dissuaded everyone back home from daring to cross that personal boundary but then --

lips part in preparation to answer but halston's own energy lowers a bit when she thinks about the words. most people didn't know about her spirituality because even in a world with gods, angels, and faeries, people still looked at her funny when she wanted to mention magic or the veil. occult stores like the apothecary were still frowned upon because the general populace didn't want to accept anything they couldn't touch with their own two hands. even then, most people wouldn't believe it even if they could touch it.

halston blows a raspberry into the air. he was here because he needed help, right? desperate enough that something pushed him to this possibility which, is how it always starts for people who aren't born with any obvious ability like telekinesis.

" because, i've seen things, " her smile grows at the thought of kerrin and the fae. the answer, though, was generic enough for a lone butterfly to tickle the pit of her stomach. " because i've been to another place and got brought back. " the witch didn't remember much of her time in the fae realm. honestly, all she really remembered was the look of horror on kerrin's face the first time they met.

" i hate saying those words because people look at me like i'm crazy. there's magic right in everyone's faces but they refuse to see it, so they don't. but, if i can accidentally fall into another realm what's to say there isn't more than that? if we live here, on this floating rock, flying towards a fiery ball, why can't there be other places doing the same thing? " there was also her personal theories about other dimensions. not to mention how science had already said that time is a human construct.

" john 117, " the witch's gaze goes out of focus. eyebrows pinch together. without meaning to, she grips the man's hand just a fraction harder. " spartans. want to see thermopylae. hushed whispers. the demon's coming. the demon's coming. " halston's head tilts to the side. " metal. running. armor? crying. holding the spine. bring my dog back. blonde woman. very pretty. very scary. oh... "

the sight of his body stretched on a table is what brings her out of the channel. halston shakes her head, already feeling the pulsing in her temples. with her free hand, she presses her palm flat against his chest, where she'd seen a scar in her mind. of course, at that moment it was hidden by layers of clothing.