ONCE YOU GET THIS YOU HAVE TO SHARE 6 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT YOURSELF AND THEN TAG 10 OF YOUR FAVORITE FOLLOWERS :)

poochee tagged me.

  1. I don’t like feet in general but baby feet are so cute.
  2. I’ve only watched once most of my favorite movies.
  3. I prefer shaved armpits. Men, women, everybody should shave their armpits, that’s what I’m saying.
  4. I love Sudoku.
  5. I don’t wear skirts.
  6. I love reading but it takes me the longest time to finish a book.

Not tagging anyone but if anyone’s in the mood to share random stuff about themselves, please do.


8/21/2014 · 2
tagged as: #poochee #i was tagged

beauxtiful:
Launt 41 :S
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poochee:

it began in his dreams. the visits were fleeting, seconds before his eyes opened. it was enough for a smile; warm blue eyes flashing behind his eyelids before the waking world took him back.

he always cried. he cried in his sleep, waking up with wet eyes and tear-stained pillows. he couldn’t take it sometimes, seeing such a familiar face that he missed so much. it’s been just five years, but he relives that moment every night.

it’s two weeks later, that James really visits.

Niki’s startled, at first. then he’s scared. someone is in his bedroom, but isn’t. his heart races and his palms sweat, the hair on the back of his neck standing up and he’s frozen in the doorway.

James doesn’t say anything. he just stares, lingering around the dresser, where his picture is. Niki doesn’t turn on the light, instead he watches, until James becomes clearer. stronger. solid.

a whimper of James’ name leaves his lips, and his knees go weak when he hears James whisper his name back, “Niki…”

James walks over, taking careful steps, like he’s scared, too. Niki’s scared to touch. when he touched in his dreams, James always left him. again.

"James, please," his voice is soft, so much weaker than he expected, "Please…don’t leave me…" His eyes burn as they dry, but he can’t allow himself to blink.

James looks sorry. guilty, but doesn’t say anything.

"You left me," Niki whispers shakily, unable to help himself, "You left me alone, forever."

"Not forever," James whispers back, and Niki feels faint, "I’m sorry. I didn’t know."

Niki’s shaking. trembling. his emotions are raw, more than his burnt skin ever was.

"I have to go—"

"No. Please," he hiccups, reaching out, "Stay. Stay with me, James."

"I can’t," James’ voice sounds softer, further away, like his energy is fading, "Don’t worry, Niki. I love you."

he’s gone, disappeared, and Niki crumbles to the ground with a great sob.

:’)

Thank you.


8/15/2014 · 8 · { originally from poochee, via poochee}
tagged as: #launt #fic #poochee

"Michael has one odd ball." — Domhnall Gleeson [>]

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8/14/2014 · 997