[sparkling eyes]

things alex does that drives maggie crazy: 

  • the way alex plays with her own hair when she’s focused reading something (work related or not);
  • when alex hugs her and right before she breaks the hug she kisses maggie’s neck;
  • alex’s heavy breathing on maggie’s lips right after a make out session 
  •  when alex caresses maggie’s legs, that are laying on top of alex’s, during some movie they’re watching; 
  • the way alex hugs her from behind and places her head on maggie’s shoulders smiling and kissing her neck; 
  • the way alex looks when walking out of the room only wearing maggie’s shirt from the night before;
  • how she smiles when maggie calls her ‘babe’; 
  • the stupid little smirk she gives maggie after making a joke about their height difference;
  • the sparkle in her eyes after they said their first 'i love you’s’;
  • alex’s smile right after saying “i love you too”

English tutor Charles Sydney Gibbes with Grand Duchess Anastasia

“She was then but a tiny child slightly built and frail looking. Her movements were quick and keen and her eyes sparkled with life and intelligence. Of exquisite colouring, fragile and dainty, she yet possessed the physical strength so characteristic of the family and which belied her delicate appearance. She was, moreover, a little lady of great self-possession, always bright and happy. Ever bent on inventing some new oddity of speech or manner, her perfect command of her features was remarkable. I have never seen anything quite equal to it in any other child. The little Duchess was not always an easy child to instruct, especially by lessons which had to be given in the “traditional” manner. As I had taken the Moral Sciences and my Tripos and later on a special course in Child Psychology, I introduced as much innovation as I felt I dare. We had, as a rule, charming lesson, but sometimes there were storms.”

Charles Sydney Gibbes

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It was great watching Roxie turn into a child again. I mean, I act like a three year old most of the time if I’m completely honest with you, my doll friend, but she’s always been more serious and collected.

Playing with Corey though…I don’t think I’ve seen her laugh and smile like that since we first kissed, and her eyes sparkled and she looked so content with life that I wanted to kiss her again right away. I ended up saving that for later, though. Wasn’t sure what the workers would say!

Would you look at what I just wrote, Button! Roxie truly brings out the poet in me. How glad I am it’s just you who reads this, old pal!

Missing Piece

It’s been a while since my last fic, so here is the latest. Fair warning, it’s long. :)

Robert just couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something off about Kym. She just hadn’t been herself lately. She had been completely exhausted after the season of Dancing with the Stars wrapped, and on top of that, the renovations at the studio had hit a snag. Things were moving slower there than anticipated, and Kym had been more stressed than usual about it.

He needed to get her mind off of things. Robert took the day off of work to get a jumpstart on the weekend. They would have 3 whole days together. Just the two of them. Whatever Kym wanted in those 3 days would be hers. She was his princess, his love… his life. He would give anything to see her smile and that sparkle in her eyes.

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Nothing else Matters - Part 3

Part 2

“Hello Miss, how can I help you today?” 

I stood there, staring at her in hesitation. I was beginning to panic internally, had I gone too far? The phone in my pocket had been non-stop since I got off the phone with Dan earlier, I knew it was him, I just didn’t have the heart to deal with him anymore. I tried to ignore the vibrating in my pocket as I slowly took a few steps forward towards the counter, she smiled at me, her presence seemed warm and full of light, her golden hair up in a slicked back bun, and her eyes. Her eyes sparkled like ones I grew to be very familiar with, they were kind and large, like Dan’s, the brown just pierced through my soul. I cleared my throat and looked away from her eyes, if I continued staring at her I was going to cry, and I just couldn’t let that happen, I’d come so far.

“Uh. I honestly don’t know. I need a flight, but I don’t know where to go. Do you have any recommendations?” 

“Well what are you trying to achieve here? Going on holiday?” 

“Uh. More like a new beginning, I just need to get away, but I’m not sure if I want to leave the country.” 

“Hmm. How soon are you wanting to be on a flight?”

“Honestly, As soon as possible, I don’t even care where at this point” 

“How about I book you in for a flight to Manchester Airport, You’ll be up north of the country, and it’s quite lovely, I have family there. Does that sound alright?” 

“what’s the population like?” 

“It’s not the biggest location full of people, but those who are there are lovely” 

I nodded my head and looked down at my boots, scuffing them along the floor. I sighed and looked back up at her.

“That will be fine, I’ll take it” 

“Wonderful! Economy?” 

“Yes please”

She punches in the details into the computer, the fee was a little more than it normally would be because it was so last minute, but that was the least of my problems. I paid for my ticket and she handed it over to me, my flight was in an hour, so i just just enough time to skim through and check everything in. According to the woman the flight was going to take me about an hour to get to Manchester, but from there I needed to decide where to go. I didn’t want to be somewhere that was completely filled with people, but I wanted to find somewhere I could make friends and build something new for myself. 

When it was time, I boarded the plane and took my seat, placing my duffel in the compartment above first. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and pushed on the centre button to bring up the screen. Missed call after missed call crowded my screen from Dan, messages with left behind voicemail’s. I couldn’t bare to read them at the moment, even just swiping these missed calls away left a pit in my stomach. I was leaving behind the one person I loved like no other. The flight attendant started talking up the front, asking all passenger’s to turn off mobile devices, and as such, I listened and did exactly that, but as I was about to hit the power off button, my phone began to ring one more time. I looked at it for a few seconds and then swiped left, ignoring the call before I turned it off. I sunk slightly in my seat and sighed. 

The hour seemed to go by rather quickly, before I knew it we were already in Manchester and about to land. as I was about to buckle up my seat belt, a boy who seemed a few years older than myself was walking down the isle, and with the slight turbulence going on, it seemed like he was having some trouble. As he walked past me, the plane jolted slightly which caused the poor guy to lose his balance and fall right into my lap. I looked at him shocked, not expecting it, but he was so quick to apologize. 

“Oh my god, I am so, so sorry!”  

I laughed slightly before looking at him, he got off my lap looking rather embarrassed and faced me extending his hand. 

“I’m Martyn” 

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m (Y/n)” 

Before we could continue the conversation any further, one of the flight attendants came up to Martyn and asked him to take his seat as we were about to hit the ground. I gave me a small nod and went back to his seat. I put on my seat belt and just sat there quietly until we landed. Soon after the plane had landed, everyone got up out of their seats to grab their belongings, and with everyone, I soon after climbed off the plane. I took a deep breath in when I got outside, even though it was only an hour, planes got quite stuff I noticed. I looked around and noticed that this wasn’t as busy as the hum-drum of London, there were less people and more of a homely feel to it, and honestly it was quite different to what I was used to, but it was pleasant at the same time.

With the duffel bag in my hand I made my way through airport, stopping through bag checks and everything else, before exiting the airport. Now where was I going to go? 

“I haven’t missed you yet!” 

I turned around to see Martyn standing there with a large smile on his face. I smiled at him and waited for him to walk up beside me. 

“You’re on your own?” 

“Uh. Yeah.” 

I didn’t really say much after that, as nice as he was, he was a stranger and I didn’t really want to trust him. He could tell that I was getting a little bit cold in my behavior and decided to take the hint. 

“Okay, well I just wanted to say I’m sorry about before, on the plane” 

I smiled and nodded before waving him off. He turned around and walked off, jumping into a car in the distance. I slowly walked over to the bus schedule and looked at the timetable. The next bus coming along was in 20 minutes, heading towards a town called Rawtenstall. Weird. I pulled out my phone and turned it back on, ignoring all the missed calls that were flooding my screen and jumped into google. There wasn’t an overly large population, but it seemed small enough that I could manage myself there. I shrugged my shoulders and looked further into information, school’s, locations, stores, etc. The more i looked into this quaint little town, the more i seemed to be intrigued by it. I think I just found where I’m going.  

masterfulxrhythm  asked:

"If I rub your belly for good luck will you kick me out of the house?" (omg i'm sorry he just misses her lol)

“No, of course not. If I did that, who would do all the heavy lifitn for me?” Her face reads as incredibly unamused but she doesn’t lose that sparkle in her eyes. “And even if I did you’d just sit beneath my window and beg ta be let back in.”

anonymous asked:

how and were would Kylo and Hux shop for the nurcery and clothes and such?

in the fox au?? I feel like Kylo would try and show Hux how to use his iPad so they can look at stuff online but Hux doesn’t like it because he wants to SEE the crib and the clothes rather than just a picture on the screen, so Kylo takes him into town to shop properly and he can see the sparkle in Hux’s eyes when he’s looking at the blankets and toys 💕💕

longjackets  asked:

the twelfth doctor

SORRY BB THIS IS DEFINITELY MORE THAN THREE. I HAVE MANY FEELINGS. 

- Mad about coffee. 

- Loves a road trip. Revels in its linearity, in how slow and long they are. Must be your age, Clara teases, when he hires an old Chevrolet somewhere on the west coast of America, sidles into the passenger seat. You’re getting boring. But her tongue is in her teeth and her eyes are sparkling as she starts up the engine and they drive and drive and drive, play pool at seedy bars and fix tires in the middle of nowhere, have slow, sweaty sex (all tangled up in each other) under the stars, or in the back seat of the car at the old, quiet drive-in movie theatre. 

- Risked the wrath of a very tired Kate Stewart and her very tired wife, when he turns up in the middle of their house, one night, going on about some invasion. Kate throws a pillow at him and her wife grumbles, crawls out of bed into some slippers, and makes them all coffee, glaring at him across the kitchen table while he explains. 

- Actual bezzie mates with Jane Austen. Like, will go and visit her and have tea and go for walks with her, and talk about her books and how much they love Clara. 

- Cannot dance to save himself.

- Owns a kitten with Bill, called Ben, which they leave with Osgood when they travel. Found it roaming around in the travel book section of a second-hand store in London somewhere. 

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.