#far distance relationship

[starbylers]

I think the reason I appreciate Mike and Will so much is because to me they exemplify what love is actually about in real life. That foundation of being best friends before anything else, of understanding each other so intuitively that a few simple words can contain eons of meaning. The beauty of being so comfortable opening up that all they have to do is sit quietly beside you and your most difficult feelings pour out unguarded, because it’s them: your person, your other half. That emotional bond that feels as easy and natural as breathing. I could care less about dramatic but ultimately empty words or big “romantic” gestures. To me it’s who’s gonna be there in the thick of life, to lend an ear or a shoulder to cry on or a simple smile that simultaneously gives you butterflies and the strength to push through. But also someone who will challenge you and in doing so make you want to be better, and who inspires you to live as your authentic self. Like that’s the kind of dynamic that resonates with my concept of love, and I think it’s the ultimate destination for their relationship (they’re still learning and growing etc. but the building blocks are there, and this has always been their dynamic at it’s core which is why I love them so much).

[ebonytails]

Bittersweet fish 🌏💫

[lenievi]

Stargate SG-1 is so good. I love it so much 🥺

[elisela]

minnesota on my mind lydia/jordan au, getting together, long distance relationship

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“The red dots right there, on either side of the goal. Harder to see when you’re behind the net,” he says. “This your first hockey game?”

“How could you tell,” she deadpans and he laughs, his arm brushing up against hers. It’s a nice laugh—clear and genuine, and Lydia finds herself smiling back at him. “I’m Lydia, by the way.”

“Jordan,” he says, nodding a little at her. “Given it’s a mortal sin to be from Minnesota and not know about hockey I’m going to guess you’re visiting.”

“I could have just moved,” she says, and he shakes his head.

“No one is moving here in December. They do that in the summer, then complain about it when the snow starts and doesn’t stop.”

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read chapter 1 on ao3!

[poetrybyonur]

The physical distance between two souls means nothing. When they live inside your very being, you carry them with you wherever you go.

[compacflt]

i'm so curious: what's your favorite thing you've written? something that makes you nod and go, "yeah, that's it right there. i did that." just the best combination of words you've ever churned out in your personal opinion. it makes you proud just Thinking about it. could be a sentence, a paragraph, etc.

very cute ask anon, thank you. im going to assume for your benefit that you mean specifically my icemav writing—obviously I write outside of top gun and am very proud of that stuff but it wouldn’t make sense out of context.

There’s a lot of more recent stuff that I’m extremely extremely proud of on a technical level, but I’m prouder of this paragraph below on a deeper more existential level.

This paragraph was one of the first parts of WWGATTAI i ever wrote—august 12, i think, well before I had fully realized the characters’ voices or their attitudes towards life/each other; I only had about 5k written of what is now a 300k+ project (at the time of writing this paragraph i wanted it to be 10k max) and had no real outline, didn’t know who or what I was dealing with, hadnt seen TGM in two months, had done no research (so it’s not at all politically/militarily accurate or anything, why the FUCK is ice going to fucking GUAM)—and STILL this wound up being my favorite paragraph in the entire fucking series. not to suck my own dick or anything. I’m STILL so proud of this paragraph, 9 months and 275k+ words later, even though i Absolutely Would Not write it this way now.

[jeanboyjean]

im seeing my boyfriend for the first time in 2 months tomorow!! cant wait!!!

[soldier-poet-king]

APPARENTLY WE DO HAVE WOLF SPIDERS HERE. SO LIKE. DOUBLY EXTRA FUCK THAT.

[danothan]

i feel like it’s counterproductive to frame abusive relationships* like “if they truly loved you, they wouldn’t hurt you.” it’s well-intentioned, but it never made sense to me bc you can’t prove how someone else feels. plus, it comes off like an accusation. what abt all the nice things that person has done for them? what abt all the times they did show their love? if they “truly love you” after all, then x can’t equal y, and the other person must’ve not meant to cause harm! it’s an accusation that puts the burden of proof on the victim, not the abuser

it opened my eyes when i started hearing it as “people that love you can still hurt you.” it gives the victim a sense of autonomy. the 1st version doesn’t make them question their abuser’s love, it makes them question their own pain, therefore lowering the standard for what they’ll allow in a relationship. the alternative would be no love at all, and that’s a much scarier change. however, this version establishes that the relationship CAN be a form of love, whatever that means to them. it doesn’t invalidate their experience, but it does center the victim. this person loves you, hell, maybe they even hurt you bc they think that’s what love is. is that the kind of love you want to accept?

it’s just counterproductive to me to uphold “love” as smth sacred and pure. i think it’s just as messy as any other emotion, including hate. but the intent is never as important as the execution, and at the end of the day, other ppl’s feelings have no bearing on your own

*not exclusive to romantic relationships

[cecenyss]

The things that I loved about my long-distance friendships have become what I hate. For years I reveled in holding the people I loved at a distance with no other choice. I didn’t have the option of seeing them in person and that lack of choice was freeing. I would inch away from commitments to meeting up with someone who lived close enough to visit until it was too late to finish planning because I was too scared, too much of a recluse, too depressed to actually get up and do something.

But now I’ve crawled out of that pit of despair and my skin itches with the distance. I know them, I know them, I know how they think and how they act and how they talk and how they feel—but I don’t know what they’re doing, where they are, who they know. I know you but I don’t know your life. I learned about you from a distance I fought to maintain until my own mind changed and now it hurts that you’re so far. Your life is different and distant and I hate it even though that’s what we were built on.

[clingylilhoneybee]

I feel like the hardest part about long distance that nobody seems to talk about is just how much of your life it has to consume and change to work out

[onlylovefordandelions]

I almost wanted to ask her not to wash the spoon she used the day before she left

But I knew she would find it silly

and she wouldn't let the dishes go undone while she was here

So I washed it myself

She kept my sink empty every day she stayed

She washed the dishes even when it was just my coffee cup in the morning

I always miss her

and I always think of her

But now even the dishes are going to remind me of her

Whether the sink is full

or empty

573 miles is so far away

I'm spoiled every time she's here

When she leaves

the apartment is so empty

One day I'll come home without missing the sight of her on my couch

and

One day

we'll do the dishes together

aas

[kariachi]

Hey, who wants some actual fic for Annelie's Settling during Showdown?

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The first thing he’s aware of as he falls is the painful ping of Annelie’s distance. They’ve been through their share of difficulties, bond stretched in a way that will never be fixed no matter how much they mend their relationship, but even that has its limit and he feels more than sees her dart from where she'd hit the bench, leaping out of the ship after him. He splays out as best he can, trying to slow his descent enough for her to catch up, a growing spot of grey above him. A million emotions shoot between them at once, anger, hurt, terror, the knowledge they’re too far apart, the pain of that death far greater than impacting the earth so so far below, too much for him to focus enough to change shape.

The gap closes, just barely enough for him to twist, reach out

His fingers graze her leg

She goes from short fur and striped greys to longer, red-toned locks

Scrambles for his sleeve

He yanks her into his arms

There’s air again

It’s not the wind watering their eyes

Just barely, through the ache and relief, they’re aware of a flash of green (oh yeah, Ben and Cassie were falling too-) and brace themselves for something resembling rescue. It comes in the form of a crash landing on WayBig’s back, Kevin latching on as soon as they realize they’re still falling. Even as relief floods them, the To’kustar will take hitting the ground far better than they would have, Annelie clings to his shirt in a mirror of the tight grip of his arm around her.

Her anger and hurt are bigger than a tiger.

She’s smaller than a fossa.

There’s no commentary when they hit the ground. Kevin climbs up onto WayBig’s shoulder one-handed, aching from a landing not even a fraction as rough as they would have had, can’t quite bring himself to absorb the metal of his armor, even though they both know it’s the smart thing to do. But that would put even an ounce more between himself and his daemon, and in that moment… Annelie assures Cassie they’re fine, Waybig helps them to the ground and asks they help the military with their defense. They halfheartedly promise.

He strokes her fur as they watch the other pair leave, long strides carrying them faster and further than they could ever manage. It’s only heartbeats before they can be sure of privacy, can turn their eyes to each other. She’s some sort of mongoose, they’ve been every feliform enough times to know instantly, with small ears, a pointed snout, and a black tip on the end of her long tail.

“Annie,” he says, running fingers over her head.

“Kev.”

Neither has to say it. Not when the betrayal of being shoved into freefall is so fresh. Not when Annelie, always with the higher standards, is puffed up and radiating the pain and rage he’s trying so hard not to feel. When she’s small enough to fit comfortably in his arms despite it. Instead, Kevin gives her a smile. She reaches up to nuzzle his chin.

“You’re awesome.”

“We already knew that,” she chuckles, presses her head against his chest. They stand like that, Kevin’s head ducked over her, her pressed tight against him, the slightest tremble to the pair, for long, long minutes. There’s an emergency going on, a job they need to do, but in the moment that doesn’t matter. All there is is them, whole together, alive despite the near miss, and finally Settled. They won’t make that much of a difference that the world can’t wait.

Eventually, they pull back enough to look each other in the eye again. Release a breath in unison.

“We should probably go help, huh,” Kevin asks.

“Probably. Be just our luck to end up the only ones who can do something,” Annelie answered, climbing up onto his shoulders. He gave her another stroke, relishing the feel of her fur and the way she leaned into his hand, as he turned them towards the city. “Warning you now though, if Llyr comes near me again I’m taking off wings.”

For once in all of their relationships, he can’t bring himself to talk her down.

[1amthoughtslove]

I hope someday we close the distance, so I can stop looking for you in someone else.

[demonstars]

Dream is the most romantic fucker in the world oh my god I'm so jealous of George wdym he pulled a man that's not only rich and generous but genuinely so sweet, who believes in the importance of marriage because that's the thing you only do with your forever person, like to him it's genuinely til death do them part 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭

there's a deep joy in finding your soulmate even if it takes time & he is far away

[heartoflesh]

Genuine question because I have confused myself...

I have recently gone through my first (I'm pretty sure) / the WORST heartbreak of my entire life. This has EASILY been the WORST age I have EVER lived. I loved him SO much. I think I still do because I randomly burst out in panic attacks and sobbing fits at the thought of it all and often even though it has been 5 months. And I would love nothing but for it to be like before. Yet if he contacted me now........

I love him SO much still, it PHYSICALLY aches. I don't think I'll ever stop loving him. But I don't want to talk to him...

Why?