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[deliasamed]

Adverbial Modifier in Declarative Sentence

  How to place Adverbial Modifier

  The placement of adverbial modifiers in declarative sentences can vary based on their types. Here's a breakdown of the typical order and placement for various types of adverbial modifiers:   Adverbs of Frequency: Usually, adverbs of frequency appear before the main verb or between the auxiliary and main verb. Example: She always arrives on time.     Adverbs of Time: Adverbs of time can appear at the beginning, in the middle, or at the end of a sentence. Example: Yesterday, she completed her assignment. She completed her assignment yesterday.     Adverbs of Place: Adverbs of place can also appear at the beginning, in the middle, or at the end of a sentence. Example: Here, you will find the information. You will find the information here.       Adverbs of Manner: Adverbs of manner usually appear after the verb or at the end of a sentence. Example: She danced gracefully. He spoke loudly.       Adverbs of Degree: Adverbs of degree can appear before the adjective or adverb they modify, or at the end of a sentence. Example: He runs very fast. The movie was too boring.       Adverbial Phrases: Adverbial phrases can appear at the beginning, in the middle, or at the end of a sentence. Example: After the concert, we went for dinner. We went for dinner after the concert.      

Additional Considerations:

  In general, adverbs modifying the entire sentence often appear at the beginning or end.   Beginning: Fortunately, the rain stopped. End: She completed her assignment quickly, fortunately.   When there are multiple adverbial modifiers, the order is flexible and depends on the emphasis or importance of each modifier. Example: He spoke confidently and convincingly during the presentation.       Priority of Adverb Placement: When dealing with multiple types of adverbial modifiers in a sentence, there isn't a strict rule governing the priority of placement. However, there are some general guidelines and common practices. The placement may depend on the emphasis you want to give to a particular modifier or the logical flow of the information. Here's a general guideline:       Adverbs of Frequency and Time: These adverbs often come early in the sentence. Example: Every morning, she quickly finishes her work.       Adverbs of Place: Adverbs of place can come after adverbs of time or frequency. Example: Every morning at the park, she quickly finishes her work.       Adverbs of Manner: Adverbs of manner can come after the subject or at the end of the sentence. Example: Every morning at the park, she finishes her work quickly and efficiently.       Adverbs of Degree: Adverbs of degree typically precede the adjective or adverb they modify. Example: Every morning at the park, she finishes her work very quickly and efficiently.       Adverbial Phrases: Adverbial phrases can be placed at the beginning, in the middle, or at the end of the sentence, depending on the context and emphasis. Example: Very quickly and efficiently, she finishes her work every morning at the park.     Ultimately, the priority of placement for multiple types of adverbial modifiers depends on the writer's intent, the flow of information, and the emphasis on specific details.                     Adverbial Modifier in Declarative Sentence Direct/Indirect Objects in Declarative Sentence Declarative Sentence in English Grammar Independent Elements What is Adverbial Modifier of a Sentence What is The Object of a Sentence?   Read the full article

[anastasiasreddress]

LOOK AT THESE CUTIES RIGHT HERE I MISS ZACH

[timorin11]

It is… no doubt in that… Successful one ahead to all. #newmonday #newweek #newgoals #newweeknewgoals #newweeknewstart #atthebeginning #lastweekofseptember https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci9yNS2uJmy/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[storypainting]

Drawing a blankpage, we see: We're now drawing a blank page, and we are now at the beginning of the drawing, which we can continue drawing until we complete the line we had drawn before. This is useful when our goal is to draw a straight line on a piece of paper, or a rectangle on a screen (and for other reasons). If we were to stop at the beginning of the line or rectangle, or if we were to draw them as if we were drawing them on paper, we would then have wasted some time and effort drawing them on paper.

[lavanderstarcatcher]

At the Beginning || SeungChuChu Childhood AU || Part VI

A guide how to be lazy, the author? Me. Sorry, this part refelcts a few of my opinions on books and movies (and I hopefully don’t offend anyone (to be sure, check warnings).

Warnings: there is cursing, there is mention of 16-year-olds watching porn (only mention, there is no context, at all, surrounding porn), there are very vague spoilers for Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince,  Mark of Athena and House of Hades but won’t spoil the book for ya if you want to read it.

Life is a road, now and forever, wonderful journey

I'll be there when the world stops turning

- Anastasia - At the beginning

 They had an important test upcoming Monday. Seung-gil had studied, and biology was one of his best subjects. Phichit, however, hadn’t studied yet and his biology grade was cry-worthy. So, Seung-gil was supposed to tutor Phichit and save his sorry ass for flopping the upcoming test. However, Phichit had different priorities.

 The library was pretty much empty. The few people who were there were studying, the rest had opted to go home. After all, it was well past four on a Friday. Everyone had something better to do — Seung-gil included. His newly released copy of ‘Fearless’, which was the second book in the series, was lying on his nightstand, ready to be read. That thing was actually the reason Seung-gil had bothered to study in advance, now he had the entire weekend to read the book. But he couldn’t let Phichit fluke his test, it wouldn’t sit right with him. Prioritising his best friend over a book used to feel wrong — he wouldn’t have done it years ago, but nowadays. No, he couldn’t, taking into account how much Phichit meant to him.

 “I don’t like him,” Phichit said as he peered over his study book.

 Not bothering to hide his gaze like Phichit, Seung-gil watched the only other duo in the library. They were sitting pretty close to each other. A bit too close his mind supplied, but Seung-gil ignored it. He wasn’t Phichit — he could let go.

 “Leo is a good guy,” Seung-gil said, pushing Phichit’s head down so he was eyeing his notes instead of the other students. “And he’s Guang Hong’s tutor. If you were better in Spanish, you could have done it. But your Spanish is cry-worthy.”

 Phichit let out a scandalised gasp. “You think my Spanish is bad — have you ever heard your own?”

 “I have, and it’s terrible, but I no longer have Spanish classes. However, we have a biology test coming up, and someone hasn’t studied yet.”

 Thankfully, Phichit looked guilty.

 “Fine — still, if he dares to break Guang Hong’s heart—”

 Seung-gil swatted the back of Phichit’s head. “He’s fourteen, leave him be.”

 “Really? You aren’t rooting for him to get a boyfriend?”

 “No, not really,” Seung-gil lied.

 It was a bit of a lie. Seung-gil wasn’t rooting for Guang Hong to get a boyfriend per se, but he had approved of Leo. The extensive Facebook stalking had helped, a lot. Not that Phichit knew that, and Seung-gil had strategically erased all evidence (aside from his notes on Leo — also known as Leo de la Iglesia — who he had stored in a folder called ‘porn’. There was no porn in that folder, but nobody would look at a sixteen-year-old weirdly if they had a porn folder. He knew Phichit had one). So, yeah, he cared about his friend’s happiness, but he wasn’t going to meddle with it like Phichit was planning on doing.

 “So, you’re telling me that you don’t know anything about Leo, at all? I mean,” Phichit grinned innocently. “I know that he is a second-year student — but he looks a bit old. Our age at least. So do you think he’s held back a few years?”

Seung-gil had little redeeming qualities and a tonne of issues — and one of those issues was that he was a know it all. He was willing to fight anyone to get thing his way, especially if his way is correct. Another issue is that his brain-to-mouth filter, at least around Phichit, was shit.

 “He’s fifteen — second year. Not held back a single year. He is an average student, he mainly has female friends and is openly bisexual, and he isn’t too old for Guang Hong for gods’ sake — please focus on your homework. We have a test next Monday, and I want to finish my book.”

 And he had just run his mouth, and Phichit was going to have a field day. Because he basically admitted that he had Facebook stalked Leo — which showed he cared.

 “Knew you cared,” Phichit said gleefully. “Actually knew it beforehand, but I like to rile you up. You know, I was curious what kind of porn you watched — turns out you hide all your dirty secrets in your porn folder aside from actual porn.”

 Shit. “How did you know my password?” Seung-gil asked, feeling fear coursing through his veins. It was Phichit’s birthday — which friend has their best friend’s birthday as their password? None. But the count of people who had their crush’ birthday or name as their password — oh dear. He was screwed.

 Phichit’s grin was a bit forced. “I didn’t, you forgot to sign off.”

 Thank gods.

 “Yes, fine, I care. Now, study.”

 It didn’t work — but hey, Phichit was willing to do anything to avoid having to study, so Seung-gil shouldn’t have been surprised.

 “I’m studying,” Phichit said, staring at him with a big grin on his face. “I’m studying you, or more like how you are still single. The older girls — the one who actually are looking for a stable relationship — like sensitive guys. The ones that won’t make fun of girls their feelings, or who don’t judge them for dying over the Hunger Games movies and the hotshot actors.”

 Liam Hemsworth was pretty handsome, his mind kindly supplied. On the other hand, Thor.

 “I don’t care that much about the movies — the books are better,” Seung-gil said, ignoring the urge to mention that yes, there were some hotshot actors. He hated puberty, and Phichit’s voice narrating his thoughts. Gay thoughts. He really should consider coming out because this was getting annoying. On the other hand, he didn’t want to lose Phichit. The closet was a pretty safe place.

 Phichit rolled his eyes dramatically. “Not all book-based movies are bad. The Harry Potter movies are pretty great.”

 “The Harry Potter movies are okay — but you were there, you’ve seen the animosity that was the Percy Jackson movie — I can’t believe they’re making another one.”

 Softness and comfort smoothed out Phichit’s teasing expression. “I know — but you’re biased. I only have seen you throw a book twice — which both were a Percy Jackson and Harry Potter book might I remind you — and I lost count of how many books you’ve read.”

 “Well,” Seung-gil crossed his arms and glaring at Phichit. “Some books are meant to be thrown with. The Half-Blood Prince still has scarred me for life and—”

 Phichit nodded in agreement. “Yeah, that one was bad, but it was nothing compared The Mark of Athena. Your bloodcurdling scream when you threw the books across the room is still etched in mind. I thought the main character died, at best.”

 “They might as well have died,” Seung-gil said, feeling himself tear up a little. He hated that book — it taunted him, and he seriously wondered how he had resisted the urge to set it on fire. “I hated that ending.”

 “Hey, at least be happy that nothing happened to him. I know you’re attached to him.”

 Wiping away the dampness before they could start to form tears, Seung-gil smiled thinly. “Don’t jinx it — there are still two books to go.”

 A loud cough burst their happy little bubble, causing Phichit to yelp, nearly toppling off his chair, and Seung-gil instinctively checks the clock. It was well past five — his parents would kill him if he missed dinner.

 “Guang Hong,” Phichit wheezed, voice high-pitched and filled with guilt. “You gave me a near heart attack.”

 A fourteen-year-old shouldn’t look this done with his life. But Guang Hong did look like that, tired, a little frustrated and annoyed — if frustration and annoyance were even two different things.

 “Phichit,” Guang Hong mimicked. “I’m the mean one? You are distracting Seung-gil, who is willingly tutoring you. You know how he gets when you talk about his books."

 Phichit shrugged innocently under Guang Hong’s accusing gaze. It shouldn’t make sense — as Guang Hong clearly wasn’t blaming him — but Seung-gil felt himself grow flustered, a healthy dose of shame washed over him. He was so predictable, one word about his precious books and he was gone.

 “Yeah, well, you were more distracting,” Phichit argued. “So, you and Leo?”

 “Oh seriously,” Guang Hong sounded annoyed, looked annoyed, and he was also flustered from head to toe. Poor guy. “Leave me and my love life alone till you get your head out of your behind and fix your own.”

 Seung-gil hated the meaningful look he got from Guang Hong — because he somehow knew. Like, Seung-gil had never mentioned he is romantically interested in Phichit. On the other hand, after knowing each other for almost ten years, being joined at the hip and Seung-gil being very, very gay, this conclusion wasn’t too farfetched. (It wasn’t hard to figure out, considering the fact he never really liked women, at all. He just hadn’t come out of the closet yet).

 “My love life is perfectly fine,” Phichit grumbled. “I have a hot date with biology and maybe this guy,” he gestured to Seung-gil. “If he’s still willing to tutor me.”

 Rubbing his eyes, Seung-gil let out a deep sigh. “More like torture you, but fine. Just don’t whine when I call you out of bed at 2:00 in the middle of the night after finishing a book.”

 Phichit beamed. “Deal.”

 ~*~

 “We have a test tomorrow,” Phichit used as his greeting.

 He loved Seung-gil, he really did, but it was well past midnight, he had been sleeping just fine, and tomorrow they had a test early. This wasn’t the time for a phone call.

 “Technically today,” Seung-gil answered, voice filled with emotions that had nothing to do with the upcoming test. He sounded like he just—

 “Are you okay?” Phichit asked, flicking a light and sitting upright in bed. “It sounds like you have been crying.”

 Seung-gil sniffed, followed by a muted noise that most likely was him blowing his nose. “Regretfully started the book today,” Seung-gil explained.

 Oh. Okay yes, that might explain a lot.

 “Did they die?” Phichit asked.

 “No,” it was odd to hear Seung-gil talk with a tight, emotion-filled voice. “It’s something else — but that doesn’t matter. I have to tell you something.”

 Phichit hummed as a go-ahead. It wouldn’t be the first time Seung-gil had stopped mid-book and ranted to Phichit about whatever was bothering.

 “I’m gay.”

 Phichit seriously wondered where he learnt that many curse words, but that didn’t matter because right now he was mentally cursing up a storm. Because he didn’t see that coming — which made him a horrible friend. An awful friend. Because Seung-gil was his best friend and he never had realised it, though it all made sense.

 “I’m sorry,” Seung-gil said, voice shattered into many delicate pieces. “This must be awkward for you, but I decided that you deserved to know, you’re my best friend and—”

 “I should be sorry,” Phichit blurted out, effectively cutting Seung-gil off. “You’re my best friend, I should have noticed, but I didn’t. And the sad part is that everything makes sense — the fact you never liked girls to begin with,” taking a deep breath, he forced a few tears back. “I shouldn’t even be allowed to call myself your best friend.”

 Seung-gil sniffed, which was followed by a chuckle. That Phichit was surprised was an understatement — because he heard Seung-gil laugh and cry within ten minutes and it was like an early Christmas miracle though they didn’t really celebrate Christmas.

 “You don’t mind?” Seung-gil asked. “Me, you know, liking men?”

 Phichit snorted. It was such a stupid question. Ten years of friendship weren’t going to be ruined by the fact that Seung-gil came out as gay. Heck, Phichit was actually happy Seung-gil confessed. Because suddenly the puzzle that was Seung-gil made a lot more sense. The interest in men, the support he offered Guang Hong after coming out, his crush on several fictional characters, always male characters. Phichit honestly wondered how he could have been so blind.

 “Mind? Seriously, I’m actually happy that you trust me enough to tell me — what prompted you, to know, confess?”

 “I’m glad,” a brief pause. “It’s well past two — do you really want me to keep you awake for much longer? It will be a long explanation.”

 Sleep sounded tempting, though, on the other hand, it was Seung-gil they were talking about. Seung-gil had sacrificed so many things for Phichit’s sake, so he supposed that he could return that. “Sure, tell me.”

[interno16holidayhome]

Come molte cose importanti che accadono a #napoli, anche l'idea di aprire e gestire una #casavacanze è venuta davanti ad un buon #caffè. Il caffè è uno strumento per condividere i pensieri, soprattutto quando viene fatto in casa, da soli o in compagnia, e ora vi spiego il perché. Prendiamo la caffettiera napoletana. Rispetto alle altre impiega più tempo per far scorrere il caffè, e noi di questo tempo dovremmo esserle grati, perché l’attesa è preziosa… …è un vero e proprio incantesimo: ci consente di parlare, di conoscerci. Anziché scendere, seguendo il consueto percorso di qualsiasi bevanda, il caffè sale, piano piano, si sistema nel cervello e resta lì, solleticandolo di tanto in tanto. Naturalmente in dotazione al nostro appartamento non mancherà mai la macchinetta del caffè. 🖤☕ 🏡 #interno16holidayhome link in bio. #atthebeginning #myhospitalitychallenge @cinziapedrani (presso Interno16HolidayHome Casa Vacanze) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLWoCa_F7QB/?igshid=10eb75opkp6om

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Monday :: from@the archives :: #athenaselfportraits :: #start #atthebeginning #thisisagoodplacetostart #montanaphotographer #selfportraitphotography #vintagestyle (at Montana) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-6Hzb5nl3D/?igshid=1vins3loudcqp

[taylormadeswiftie]

HEART DON'T FAIL ME NOW COURAGE, DON'T DESERT ME DON'T TURN BACK NOW THAT WE'RE HERE 💜💜💜💜SO READY TO SEE ANASTASIA WITH GALENTINE ! #anastasiamusical #nyc #broadway #onceupondecember #journeytothepast #atthebeginning https://www.instagram.com/p/BttnnOgnjeu/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=l6hee08yvtup

[hundredsofcharacters]

After @tessusb left, I wandered around the city, hitting some of the sights that we missed. Like this, the #operagarnier. Wish I could have gone inside to live out my #Anastasia fantasies - alas, I'll settle for taking a seat on the steps leading inside. One day, one day. #leaontheroad #paris #france #palaisgarnier #atthebeginning #parisholdsthekeytoyourheart

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Guardians of the Galaxy 2 Reaction

Hello i’m Jollyster and i’m making comics

[derekklenadaily]

brahaula: Life is a road and I wanna keep going. But quarantine. @christyaltomare0 #derekklena #anastasia #atthebeginning #dimitri #broadway

[lavanderstarcatcher]

At The Beginning || SeungChuChu Childhood AU || Part VIII

Part VIII was supposed to be the last part, but it had gotten very long, so I cut it up in two. I mean, this part is still 3k long so...

Warning:  internalized homophobia, ‘family traditions’ (this isn’t necessarily a cultural representation, it’s just a way some people think. It’s partly based on second-handed experience), some cuss-words, maybe? Very subtle sexual innuendos. 

We were strangers, on a crazy adventure Never dreaming, how our dreams would come true

Seung-gil had never been happier to accidentally poison himself. The vomiting hadn’t been pleasant. He was sure he had spent most of his morning and afternoon hovering above the toilet or camping close to the bathroom, just in case. But by the time evening had arrived, he had felt reasonably well. Well enough to walk around, eat a bit and lay down on the couch to read a book. And, the best thing of them all, he had a good excuse to miss prom.

 The only reason he would have gone in the first place was Phichit. His best friend has insisted they would go together — as friends of course because Phichit had more romantic chemistry with his phone than with Seung-gil — and as this would be their last chance, Seung-gil hardly could say no. But having barely eaten anything, and still feeling a little squeezy, he had called Phichit to say that he couldn’t come — food poisoning and such. Phichit had almost kicked down the door to check on him, realised that he hadn’t been lying, and spend the rest of the afternoon comforting him and passing the time before leaving, getting ready for prom. Because Phichit had been dreaming of this moment, a big room filled with well-dressed teens, a lot of cheap music and Seung-gil wouldn’t be surprised if someone smuggled some alcohol in the drinks.

 This lead to Seung-gil lounging on the couch at seven in the evening. His parents were out for a family visit, a trashy TV-show was playing in the background, and a good book was ready to be read. In the meantime, the rest of his year was preparing to celebrate the last day of high school, before they had to kiss their ‘youth’ goodbye and start college.

 And, so, with an entire evening planned to read and sleep, Seung-gil was startled by the ringing of the doorbell. It couldn’t be his parents, they would have returned earlier if they had forgotten anything, and Seung-gil could hardly imagine who else it could be. The rest of his friends were preparing for prom (despite that neither Leo or Guang Hong were graduating this year).

 Bookmarking his book, muting the television and picking up his mum forgotten deodorant — you never knew for sure, and getting deodorant sprayed in your eyes hurts — Seung-gil grabbed the keys from the derisory and unlocked the door carefully.

 Opening the door a little, Seung-gil let out a breath of relief as he recognised Phichit immediately. He let Phichit in and locked the door after his best friend/neighbour/love of his life. He wasn’t going to risk being robbed in his own home just because he forgot to lock the door (because he was most likely distracted by Phichit behind — because it was a damn fine behind. Though everything about Phichit was beautiful).

 “What are you doing here?” Seung-gil asked as he dropped off the keys and hid the deodorant bottle out of sight. “You know that’s prom night?”

Phichit wasn’t even dressed for prom — he was wearing flip flops, a pair of sweats and a faded Hogwarts t-shirt.

 Phichit shrugged nonchalantly and plopped down on the couch, stealing Seung-gil’s blanket without a second of hesitation. The guy remained foolishly fearless.

 Taking in the uneasy look on Phichit’s face, Seung-gil opted to grab a chair, placed in front of his best friend and sat down on it.

 “Fess up,” Seung-gil said promptly. “What’s eating you?”

 Curling up further into the blanket, Phichit shrugged. “Nothing, really.”

 Seung-gil concluded that, in fact, something was bothering Phichit, as:

 1) Phichit should have spoken more than two words by now. No greeting, no ‘how are you’, and the ‘nothing, really’ was pretty rich, considering the shrug told plenty.

2) Phichit only withdrew himself from social interaction when he was uncomfortable — which nine out of the ten times was linked to the fact that something was eating him.

 “Talk,” Seung-gil urged on.

The sniff that followed should have been the warning that the dam was about to crack, but Seung-gil unfamiliar with friends crying since early elementary school just waited. And as the seconds passed by, the sniff started to sound a like a sob, and then tears began to pool in Phichit’s eyes and crack.

  Phichit started to sob uncontrollably.

  Startled and in pain (seeing Phichit sad physically hurt), Seung-gil got up and grabbed the box of tissues which was strategically placed close-by. (His mum occasionally cried during movies, and toilet paper wasn’t the best replacement).

  Opting to lessen distance and create familiarity, Seung-gil sat down next to Phichit and pushed the box with tissues in his lap, all the while he gently ran his free hand over Phichit’s heaving back.

 “It’s okay,” Seung-gil soothed, whacking his brain to recall how to comfort people. “Just let it go — I will be here if you’re ready to talk.”

 It took Phichit while to stop sobbing. In the meantime, Seung-gil had unmuted the television, filled a glass with water, dug up some painkillers for Phichit’s upcoming headache and ‘borrowed’ his mother’s emergency stock of cookies. They were Phichit’s favourite. When Seung-gil had run out of things to do, he had settled down next to Phichit and waited. Phichit had taken this as an invitation to start sobbing in Seung-gil’s shoulder, which was both gross and made his heart swell and race a thousand miles an hour.

 “I hate my grandma,” were the first words Phichit uttered after a while, and it honestly threw Seung-gil off.

 Seung-gil knew that Phichit didn’t like his grandma, the one from his mother’s side. She was pretty old-fashioned, never liked Phichit’s dad because he wasn’t entirely Thai like she and Phichit’s mother were. (If Seung-gil recalled correctly, Phichit’s dad his grandpa was Thai, but down the line, it was a mix of European and Asian descent). She also had complained loudly many times that ‘the kids’ (Seung-gil and Phichit) should be more worried about finding a bride than college. When Phichit’s mum carefully asked if it had to be a girl, the old lady had exploded in a rage of fury.

 So, yeah, Seung-gil was aware that Phichit didn’t like his grandma — Seung-gil didn’t like her either. But he doubted that Phichit actually could do anything wrong to upset his grandma, especially as long as Phichit’s mum was there to keep her own mother in reign.

 “Care to elaborate?” Seung-gil asked casually. “I mean, you have been upset about the whole ‘marrying straight out of high school’ thing before, but I never have seen you break down like this.”

 Wiping away his tears and blowing his nose, Phichit shook his head and cleared his throat.

 “It started like that,” he said hoarsely. “She suddenly showed up for dinner and promptly asked me if I already found a lovely girl to marry. Of course, I said no, and of course she gave me this disapproving look, but this is how dinner usually goes with her. But then she started to mention she knew someone, a lovely young lady that would be great for me and I was like, no, I’m not interested. But she kept going, mentioning that I haven’t found someone anyway so it should be an issue and—”

 Phichit took a few deep breaths, drained half of the glass with water, wiped his eyes and blew his nose again before continuing. “I snapped. I — I wanted to come out to my parents tonight, at dinner, and I have been nervous the entire day. But I had planned on asking the guy I liked out at prom, tonight, and I wanted to be out to me parents at least. So I told my grandma that I liked someone, a guy, and that I would love to marry him, after college the soonest and she started screaming and coming here felt the safest — away from her screams and insults.”

 A silence fell as Phichit started to sob quietly once again. And while nerve wrecking, Seung-gil couldn’t muster the courage to break it. After all, it was a lot to take in.

 Phichit liked guys. Not exclusively, Seung-gil doubted that, but Phichit like guys. And there was this guy he liked. A lot, because it was worth coming out to his parents for. Seung-gil had been there, and coming out sucked.

 Sadly enough, Seung-gil could find little joy in Phichit’s confession. Yes, Phichit officially liked guys, but that didn’t mean he was romantically interested in Seung-gil. Next to that, he hadn’t trusted Seung-gil enough to come out to him, while Phichit had been the first person Seung-gil had come out to. (Though, admittedly, he had told his parents the morning after so it isn’t entirely fair).

 There was one lucky bastard out there who Phichit pined after and Seung-gil was stuck with cleaning up the aftermath. The food poising almost sounded like a fairytale.

 “For starters, there is nothing wrong with liking guys,” Seung-gil said, unable to come up with the proper words. “And I know your parents — they will support you no matter what. Your mum is probably screaming at your grandma, calling her names that I don’t know the meaning of, and I don’t think I want to know them. She takes no shit from your grandma, and you know that.”

 Words were hard, and Seung-gil grimaced at the end of his speech. He was the last person you had to go to for comfort, or for anything words related.

 “I know that,” Phichit said, voice muffled as he once again had retreated in Seung-gil’s blanket. “But after worrying the entire afternoon, I just was done with it all.”

 The quietness this time was nice. It was peaceful, no more sobbing — though Phichit was occasionally sniffing — the television created some subtle background noise, and nobody came knocking down the door to only send Phichit straight back into distress.

 “Hey,” Seung-gil whispered, ignoring the way his heart clenched painfully. This was a terrible idea. “Tell me about him?”

 Phichit let out a puzzled noise.

 “The guy you wanted to confess to, the reason you came out tonight. He must be exceptional.”

 Exceptional indeed, because that guy was the luckiest guy alive. Phichit was a wonderful person, and Seung-gil would be willing to do almost everything to be that guy. On the other hand, Phichit was first and foremost his best friend, and he would never forgive himself to put his selfish needs before Phichit’s wellbeing. If Phichit loved someone else, Seung-gil would stand at his side and support him till the end.

 “Oh,” Phichit’s voice had gone soft, and Seung-gil almost felt him scoot closer to him. Almost, though. “He’s wonderful. Geeky, with a dry sense of humour. But he’s also adorable, like his appreciation for Sebastian Stan is admirable, and if you start talking about his favourite book, he goes off and never looks back. He’s also handsome, with beautiful hair and eyes — brown eyes are very unappreciated. His smiles are a bit awkward, but always genuine and endearing. He cares so much, but struggles to really convey it, which leads to thinks being awkward—”

 Seung-gil almost dared to believe that it was him, almost. Because it described him to a certain extent, but more people could fit that criterion. There was Katsuki Yuuri, who was in their year, openly gay and he met as many of these criteria as Seung-gil did, maybe more. After all, Katsuki was geeky, adorable, pretty handsome, brown eyes. But he was also awkward and shy, which was way more endearing than Seung-gil’s incapability to understand people.

 “And foremost,” Phichit continued, unaware of Seung-gil’s inner monologue. “He makes me so happy. He’s always there for me, and he’s the best friend I could have asked for.”

 He knew that his heart was still beating — otherwise he wouldn’t have been aware what was happening — but still, Seung-gil was pretty sure that his heart stopped beating. Phichit’s wonderful guy was his best friend, and Phichit had only one best friend. Him. Phichit had a crush on Seung-gil. How.

 “Me?”

 “Yes,” Phichit sounded so defeated. “Pretty silly, right? The guy falling in love with his best friends — though thankfully you aren’t—”

 Seung-gil pressed his lips against Phichit’s or at least tried to. The angle was a bit odd, so he was kissing the corner of Phichit’s mouth instead of his lips. But he successfully silenced Phichit nonetheless.

 The kiss was brief and awkward, which was to be expected from a first kiss. (Though Seung-gil wasn’t sure what the rules were for first kisses. Did this actually qualify as a first kiss?) It didn’t help that Phichit had frozen up, shock painted plainly on his face.

 “Wh—”

 “I love you,” Seung-gil blurted out, being bad with words be damned. There was no other way to interpret these words.

 “You what!”

 Phichit was watching him with disbelief, shock and — and hope.

 Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Seung-gil nodded. “I mean, you and young Harrison Ford were my ‘gay awakening’, and to be honest, it always has been you. I just thought it was never returned, as you never shown any—”

 He wasn’t silenced with a kiss, but Phichit’s thumb gentle pressing against his lip also did the trick. Opening his eyes, Seung-gil saw that Phichit had moved closer. They were almost breathing each other’s air. They were so close, only inches away from properly kissing.

 “Young Harrison Ford is handsome,” Phichit admitted, his eyes were bright with both joy and unshed tears. “But I like you an awful lot more.”

 To demonstrate the fact that he actually meant it, Phichit removed his thumb and pressed his lips against Seung-gil’s.

 Seung-gil wasn’t going to hide the fact that Phichit’s lips had featured many of his dreams. More often than not, they were pressed against Seung-gil’s. The kiss varied from steamy to tender — like the one that was going on right now — but occasionally they wandered. His neck, collarbone, down his chest and—

 Uhm, yeah. He was seventeen, almost eighteen, and he had hormones. He had a couple of inappropriate dreams, in which Phichit starred, a lot.

 In all fairness, Seung-gil had expected his first kiss to be entirely awkward, short-lived and not with Phichit. This kiss was the opposite of it all. It felt right, Phichit’s lips were warm and soft against his, and each movement send electricity down his spine (but in a good way, getting shocked sucked). It wasn’t short either, as Seung-gil was pretty sure he had been spacing out for a solid ten seconds, hadn’t reacted at all, and Phichit was still kissing him. He supposed that he would have retreated after a handful of seconds.

 Phichit was the one to end the kiss when his smile grew too big, nipping Seung-gil’s bottom lip before pulling back. A lovestruck smile was painted on Phichit’s lips, causing Seung-gil’s heart to skip several beats. Why did Phichit have to be this beautiful?

 “Can’t believe I rendered you speechless,” Phichit teased, bumping his shoulder gently against Seung-gil’s.

 Seung-gil snorted in disbelief. “Speechless? You’ve got the wrong person for that.”

 He was seriously considering banning the word ‘silence’ from his vocabulary, but that was the only way to describe the situation. It was quiet, silence, but Seung-gil’s mind was buzzing. Phichit liked him romantically. Like, he wasn’t expecting that. Hoping, of course, but expecting? Not in a million years. Because Phichit was the sun, bright and warm and Seung-gil was… the moon? Only shines because of the sun and cold. But that would make opposites attract, so that wasn’t the best choice of comparison.

 “But had you seriously planned to both come out to me and confess to me during prom?”

 Phichit nodded. “Yes, I mean, if things were awkward, we could avoid each other for a bit. But I wanted you to know, I owned you that much after you coming out to me. But then you got food poisoning, so I decided that I just would come out to my parents, or try to, and confess later to you. After all, we have an entire summer ahead of us, and my feelings for you weren’t going anywhere.”

 To his own surprise, Seung-gil was grinning. A blush painted his cheeks red, and he was pretty sure his lips were slightly swollen from the little bit of kissing he did. He looked like a mess, an idiot, and he should be mortified to look like this, act like this around anyone. Because Seung-gil didn’t smile, blush or looked dishevelled (okay, the last one was a lie, his bedhead was legendary). He was usually very in control of his emotions. Though, usually was the key. As soon as it involved Phichit on a personal level, Seung-gil couldn’t hold up the mask he perfected over the years. Phichit could read him like an open book, so why bothering to hide it? Hiding his emotions wouldn’t get him anywhere this time, he didn’t want to. It was time for him to be brave and channel his inner Gryffindor.

 “You’re an idiot,” Seung-gil said, voice filled with mirth. “I mean, things wouldn’t get awkward between us, because I have been helplessly loving you for ages. I thought I was obvious, gods, I know Leo and Guang Hong had been obvious about it. They both know for ages that I liked you. You never knew?”

 Phichit shook his head. “It was the one thing I never could figure out, who you liked. I’m not surprised, considering I was the object of your affection. I was never looking this close at home.”

 Trying to hide his rapidly growing blush, Seung-gil ducked his head and grabbed his phone, checking on the time. Eight ‘o clock was creeping closer, which meant prom was almost starting. Seung-gil couldn’t care less, plus he wasn’t risking another chance of food poisoning or consuming alcohol (something his stomach also didn’t agree with). But Phichit had been exciting for months and considering Guang Hong and Leo where there, it wouldn’t be lonely or awkward.

 “You still can go to prom, you know.”

 “Seriously?” Phichit said as he plucked Seung-gil’s phone from his fingers to force him to face him. “You want me gone that badly?”

Seung-gil wasn’t panicking. Okay, he was, but he hoped that Phichit wouldn’t pick up on that. Had he already screw it up? He was so sure that Phichit wanted to go to prom no matter what. It was his last chance after all.

 “No,” Seung-gil said. “I don’t want you to, it’s just—”

 Words. Why were words so hard? “I will be there tomorrow, prom will not.”

 Phichit ran a hand through his messy hair, looking more tired than ever.

 “I’m not in the mood for prom,” Phichit admitted. “I mean, I must look like shit, I’m tired, and right now I want to cuddle with my not-official-boyfriend if he doesn’t mind.”

 Seung-gil felt guilty for agreeing with Phichit, but he didn’t look too well. Messy hair, a tired look on his face and his eyes were still a little red. Plus, inevitably, there would be a killing headache knocking on the door sooner or later.

 Clearing his throat, Seung-gil prepared to say something witty.  ‘I only cuddle with official boyfriends’ sounded witty and smooth, but all he managed to do was muttering some kind of yes. He should have read more romance novels — or the ones that actually portrayed a healthy romantic relationship and went into detail on how to properly handle a relationship.

[slimbandito]

Long distance sucks! And now I can’t even talk to you. I miss you like crazy. Can’t wait to see you again! . . . . #imissyou #mimanchi #dueleelcorazon #miamor #love #teamo #tiamo #iloveyou #cantwait #togetherinparis #atthebeginning #atthebegginingwithyou #instagood #instalove #lovers (at Canada)

[vitrina-at]

#atthebeginning #amanfang #1semester #sfu #kunsttherapie #herbst2015 #вначале #1семестр #универ #арттерапия #осень2015 (hier: Vienna, Austria)

[alyleeneechan]

#AtTheBeginning, #JourneytothePast, #OnceUponADecember -at last legal na ang mga kantang to sa Disney playlist ko! Hehe. Will always be a Disney fan. 😍😍😍

[jennarc1]

“Inizio and Evie” By Jennifer Sanchez Inizio would be the buck (top) and his doe (bottom) Evie is with her newborn fawn. This white tail deer family represent new beginnings, a start of something new. Wether it’s becoming a leader, becoming a mother or even starting out your life. Beginnings are the start of something new. The buck is the king of the forest and the protector of all creatures. Like leaders should, they watch out for all the forest critters regardless of what creature they are. As for the doe with her newborn, they are us. We are born with an inborn ability to be unconditionally loving, often we are born to parents whose life experiences have taught them to become hard, and to lose that ability to experience and give unconditional love. It’s a reminder for us to honor and respect the child-like innocence within ourselves and go about your life with gentleness and an open heart. #whitetail #whitetaildeer #deer #doe #buck #drawing #illustration #fawn #wildlifeartists #wildlife #wildlifeart #stag #mountains #forest #prince #princeoftheforest #beginning #newbeginnings #atthebeginning #life #birth #animals #forestanimals (at Starbucks)