AND THEY MAKE EACH OTHER SO HAPPY

Soulmate 5SOS (Calum/4)

based on this request: “FRY PLS DO A SOULMATE AU WITH 4/4 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I WILL GIVE YOU HEAD MICHAEL-STYLE“

I’m going to make one for each of the boys, so please don’t bite my head off just yet!
send me requests kids!

___________________________
Upon the discovery of one’s soulmate, the following behaviors have been observed and marked as a constant.
Stage One: Euphoria
During this stage, the persons involved in the soulmate relationship are known to experience a heightened sense of happiness and bliss, often resulting in elation and, in extreme cases, dangerously reckless behavior.
This stage is triggered by a rush of endorphins to the brain, signaling the proximity (approximately 20 cubic meters) of one soulmate to the other. Typically lasts 30 minutes to an hour.
Stage Two: Awakening
Awakening is when the physical soulmate bond manifests itself. Traditionally, the soulmate bond is in the form of a set of identical tattoos, but identical scars or birthmarks may also be present.
Pain can often accompany the appearance of the bond, but severity varies from person to person. Nausea, fatigue, lack of motor skills, and fainting follow within one hour of the appearance if the soulmates have still not met, but meetings under 4 hours after the soul bond manifestation show no harsh side effects.
Stage Three: Exaltation
Occurs when soulmates meet for first time. Statistics show that 99.99% of soulmates who meet during Exaltation remain successful. Dissatisfaction with one’s soulmate is extremely rare and often a side effect of severe trauma and/or chemical imbalance within said soulmate’s body.
Stage Three Alternative: Deterioration
The result of disregard to one’s soulmate bond or lack of physical interaction between soulmates following Stage Two. Symptoms include, but are not limited to, unorganized speech, paranoia, delusions, fever, and hemoptypsis. Can be treated, but recovery primarily depends on unification of soulmates.
Severe cases of withdrawal can often result in death. The average person can suffer up to 6 hours of Stage Three Alternative before the body succumbs to a catatonic stasis. Catatonia may only last 3 hours on average, and the heart stops beating.
Records show soulmates, in rare cases, may survive without the other, with the assistance of corrective surgeries and, frequently, removal of the apocrine glands, should one’s soulmate die a premature death or be unfit for relationship.

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I screeched, tugging on my friends arm. “We’re going to see 5 Seconds of Summer!” I bounced excitedly, disregarding the fact that we had been in line for nearly six hours, and my legs were actually quite tired.
My friend laughed at me, rolling her eyes. “If I had known you would be this excited I would have gotten you tickets a long time ago.”

“Oh my god that’s their bus!” I found myself screaming, jumping around with reckless abandon. My elation was swallowed by the people around me flooding to the small barrier that separated the band and themselves. I felt a rush go through me, making my toes curl.

“(Y/n), chill.” My friend said from her spot beside me.

A bubble of laughter escaped my lips. “Isn’t that a funny word, ‘chill?’” I asked with another laugh. “Like, you don’t actually”-I snorted- “you don’t actually want me to chill, right?”

She gave me an odd look, though I couldn’t understand why, because the whole situation was just hilarious. I pictured myself as a popsicle; arms, legs, and face carefully pasted onto the frozen treat, and another wave of laughter hit me. I was trying to relay this information to her when she spoke up.

“(Y/n), you’re scaring me.” Her voice was wavering, sounding concerned.

I was mid-laugh over her worries when someone yelled excitedly, “Calum, what’s so funny?” somewhere to my left.

“Oh my god, (y/n), cut it out, they’re like, ten feet away from us!” My friend whispered in my ear hurriedly.

I was looking up a second too late, as another horde washed over us in their haste to catch a glimpse of the celebrities.

I felt a sharp pain on my lower ribs, but couldn’t tell who hit me in the chaos.
~
Some hour later, we were front and center to the stage, my giggles having long since subsided.

“I think the extra money was totally worth it to be this close to the stage,” My friend said to me absently, eyes trained on the curtain,waiting for a sign of movement.

“Yeah.” I murmured, not playing close attention to her words. My head felt swollen, like it was filled with air.

“You alright?” She asked, looking at me for the first time since we got into the venue.

“I think I’m just excited,” No, that wasn’t the emotion. Nervous. “No, nervous. I’m nervous.” I explained in a daze.

“(Y/n), you really don’t look so good-“ She began, but was cut off by a chorus of girls screaming behind us as Ashton walked up on the stage, alone.

“Hey guys,” He began, looking apologetic, “I’m really fucking sorry, but we’re going to have to cancel tonight’s show. One of the boys is sick, and we’re really not sure what it is, so we’re taking him to the hospital as soon as possible. We love you all very much, and we have every intention of rescheduling for this venue, so hold on to your tickets! We love you!”

There was an outbreak of screams around you, but you couldn’t hear them, the world suddenly distorting around you as you blacked out.
~
Calum’s POV

I rubbed my eyes blearily, still seated on the stool where Ashton left me. I was fine a few hours ago, exuberant, even, but as soon as I set foot out of my dressing room, everything began to blur. I didn’t know I was falling until Ashton was picking me up, yelling worriedly in my ear. I rubbed my rib, sore underneath my shirt, recalling the incident.

The crew told me I was probably thirsty, so I tried drinking water, only to throw it back up a few minutes later. That, coupled with my inability to walk more than a meter at a time, made performing impossible.

I was listening to Ashton give the apology to the crowd, just off stage, when I heard a scream that was singularly different from all the other cries. It was filled with terror, and gave me chills just to hear the fear in her voice.

“Somebody help! Oh my god, (y/n), wake up! Somebody please help, my friend just fainted!” The voice continued, panicked, as a group of security guards raced past me, jumping of the stage to help. I hobbled out, to the best of my ability, wanting to see what all the trouble was.

I felt something tug in my gut as they pulled the girl onto the stage, her hair falling loosely around her. I was steps away from her when my knees gave out, and I tumbled to the ground beside her.

Her eyelids were fluttering, lips parted. All I could think about was how exquisitely beautiful she was. Her face had a gentle curve to it, her lips pointed delicately, a smile seeming lingering on her mouth. Her hands fluttered up aimlessly, latching onto the hands of the girl that accompanied her.

“M’ribs hurt.” She mumbled, barely intelligible. I felt my own hand fall to my side, pressing into the tender flesh.

“Calum, didn’t you say-“ Ashton began, stopping when I nodded.

“Yeah.” I whispered, eyes wide as I rolled up my shirt. What I found was more than surprising.

Mate, you’ve got a big ass flower on you.” Ashton told me, like I couldn’t already see.

He wasn’t wrong. I had a long line of magnolias stretching from just behind my left shoulder to my hipbone, their petals interwoven with inky lines that seemed to transfigure on my skin, moving as I moved.

I took a deep breath, turning to the beautiful girl before me. I lifted the side of her shirt up only a little bit, a primal need to protect her preventing me from revealing any more skin than necessary. It didn’t take much, because there, before my eyes, was an exact replica of the bloom on my own body.

“Can you please put down my shirt?“ Her voice snapped out at me, sounding like music even with the sharp tone. She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes, looking around, until her gaze fell to me. Her eyes- sparkling, shining, I couldn’t think of enough adjectives- locked with mine, widening.“You’re Calum Hood.”

I shook my head, a grin creeping across my face without any knowledge of it. “No. I’m your soulmate.”

Can we just take a moment?

HOW THE MAKE THT EYE CONTACT JUST KILLED ME!

SHES SO HAPPY AND HE’S JUST LIKE SOO CUTE CUZ HE’S SO HAPPY FOR HER!!

TAYVIN I DON’T EVEN GET WHY YOU HAVE TO LIKE MAKE ME CRY! LIKE YOU BOTH ARE SOO CUTE!

*CRIES* OMGGGGGGGGG I LOVE HOW SHE HUGS HIM LIKE .. I CANT EVEN LIKE NOO! SOO ADORABLE

HE’S SO LOST IN HER BEAUTIFUL HAPPY FACE.. JUST NO.. NOONE TALK TO ME.. GIVE ME A MOMENT!

THEY ARE LIKE SOO PERFECT LIKE:
PERFECT + PERFECT = MORE PERFECT!!

HOW HE KISSES HER OMFFGGGG
OR HE’S JUST ADMIRING THE SCENT OF HER HAIR XD

‘YOU CALVIN, NEED TO TELL YA SOMETHING! I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY LIKE YOU!’

AWWW BUBS

ITS SO CUTE HOW THEY BOTH USE THEIR WHOLE ARM TO HUG EACH OTHER

HOW SHE QUICKLY RUNS TO HUG HIM AND HE WRAPS HIS ARMS AROUND HER!!

THE WAY HE HUGS HER!!!ASDFGHJKL
I JUST DIED.

LOOK HOW HAPPY THEY LOOK!

AWWW FAM!!

MATCHING CLOTHES!!!! SOO CUTTE!!!!!!!!

The WAY HE FREAKIN LOOKS AT HER!! LOOOOOKKKKK!!! 

JUST NO! DONT TOUCH ME KAY! JUST NO!


IF YOU DIDN’T HAVE THE SAME REACTION AS I DID, WHY ARE YOU EVEN FOLLOWING ME LIKE FREAKING SERIOUSLY  ALL MY FOLLOWERS SHOULD BE TAYVIN AF!! LIKE YOU CAN’T ARGUE THT THEY ARE THE CUTEST COUPLE IN HISTORY LIKE JUST LOOK AT ALL THE PHOTOS AND GIFS


taylorswift

SWIFTIE APPRECIATION POST

Here’s my monthly Swiftie appreciation post, remembering that we’re all part of the same team. We’re part of a very special group of people, a group that loves effortlessly and unconditionally. Thank you to those Swifties who have been noticed and are still open and excited to talk to the ones who may not have been yet, and thank you to all of the Swifties who are willing to help each other out without expecting something in return. Let’s keep sticking together and supporting each other, whether it’s because we’re sad, frustrated, happy, excited, mad, weird, silly, anything! We all need a helping hand sometimes, so having people out here in the Tumblrsphere is one that could make a very big difference, whether we know it or not.

I also just have to say how impressed with all of these tour costumes that you’re all making.. they are so creative and wonderful and filled with love and fun and hard work! Good luck to all of you on Loft 89 and any other sort of exciting Taylor news :) xx

Love, Kelly

He isn’t magic
or a miracle
He isn’t perfect
or the best
I am the same person with him
as I would be without
and he is all I can write about.

There’s nothing in particular that I want from him
“Forever” is not something promised to each other
but he makes me feel
he makes me feel

He doesn’t contact me in my quiet hours
He won’t ever love me
But in my present time,
I just want him
and I want his happiness
more than anything

I am good enough for lonely nights,
his fingers taste so good on my tongue
in the bed where we fall asleep together
and his eyes stare right at mine

He smiles for me
but lately, not for himself
Sometimes, I pray she comes back.
I just want his heart to be warm again.

So someone please come quickly,
something please come quickly,
breathe back into him
the life I wish
I could fill his lungs with

- by quietmynx

SEE MY SHIP SETTING SAIL!

As a heavy reimiko shipper since the first episode came out, I’ve got to say:
Episode 8 just screams WE’RE GAY FOR EACH OTHER!!! Oh I mean EVERY episode screams that, but especially episode 8. I am so happy!!!
I swear if Reina x Kumiko doesn’t become canon than that would be the biggest anticlimax there is.
Though I never thought they would make the interaction between the two of them this good. I got chills all over. Got to love kyoani.

Soulmate 5SOS Michael/4

based on this request: “FRY PLS DO A SOULMATE AU WITH 4/4 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I WILL GIVE YOU HEAD MICHAEL-STYLE“

Calum

I’m going to make one for each of the boys, so don’t bite my head off just yet!

send me requests kids!
___________________________
Upon the discovery of one’s soulmate, the following behaviors have been observed and marked as a constant.
Stage One: Euphoria
During this stage, the persons involved in the soulmate relationship are known to experience a heightened sense of happiness and bliss, often resulting in elation and, in extreme cases, dangerously reckless behavior.
This stage is triggered by a rush of endorphins to the brain, signaling the proximity (approximately 20 cubic meters) of one soulmate to the other. Typically lasts 30 minutes to an hour.
Stage Two: Awakening
Awakening is when the physical soulmate bond manifests itself. Traditionally, the soulmate bond is in the form of a set of identical tattoos, but identical scars or birthmarks may also be present.
Pain can often accompany the appearance of the bond, but severity varies from person to person. Nausea, fatigue, lack of motor skills, and fainting follow within one hour of the appearance if the soulmates have still not met, but meetings under 4 hours after the soul bond manifestation show no harsh side effects.
Stage Three: Exaltation
Occurs when soulmates meet for first time. Statistics show that 99.99% of soulmates who meet during Exaltation remain successful. Dissatisfaction with one’s soulmate is extremely rare and often a side effect of severe trauma and/or chemical imbalance within said soulmate’s body.
Stage Three Alternative: Deterioration
The result of disregard to one’s soulmate bond or lack of physical interaction between soulmates following Stage Two. Symptoms include, but are not limited to, unorganized speech, paranoia, delusions, fever, and hemoptypsis. Can be treated, but recovery primarily depends on unification of soulmates.
Severe cases of withdrawal can often result in death. The average person can suffer up to 6 hours of Stage Three Alternative before the body succumbs to a catatonic stasis. Catatonia may only last 3 hours on average, and the heart stops beating.
Records show soulmates, in rare cases, may survive without the other, with the assistance of corrective surgeries and, frequently, removal of the apocrine glands, should one’s soulmate die a premature death or be unfit for  relationship.

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You blew over the steam that rose from your coffee in small waves, shivering slightly. The weather outside was icy, the wind whipping around like shards. You pulled your sweater tighter around you, sipping from your cup. You had retired yourself to a coffee shop right off your campus, needing a break from the hustle and bustle that came with finals being over.

Pulling out a weathered copy of your favorite novel, you curled up in the plush chair in the far corner of the shop. You felt antsy for some unknown reason, the few humorous lines sending you into giggles. The few other inhabitants of the shop ignored you for the most part, so you chalked it up to caffeine.

The bell tolled lightly, signaling the arrival of another chilly guest. The burst of wind accompanying the stranger gave you goosebumps, and you curled in tighter on yourself, not looking up from the novel. The restlessness grew worse and worse, and then stopped altogether. You would have rolled your eyes at yourself, if you could have.

Note to self, you thought. Avoid all caffeinated drinks following the first 72 hours of final exams.

You felt a twinge on your wrist, twitching slightly. The twinge quickly turned into a burning that spread from your wrist in both directions, circling your arm to your elbow, making your fingers burn. You gasped, dropping your book with a thud, because it burned. You bit back tears, your entire arm shaking with the pain of what was happening. Distantly, your mind went over all the lessons you learned in your high school sex education classes.

“Pain can often accompany the appearance of the bond, but severity varies from person to person.”

Of fucking course your soulmate mark would be painful. You heard a clattering of chairs across the shop, someone clattering towards you loudly, swearing.

“Motherfuck- ow! Goddamnit, this hurts- ow!” You looked up, tears welled in your eyes, as a tall, dark hair boy stumbled towards you, cup in one hand, a small paper bag in the other.

He stopped as soon as you made eye contact, staring at you for a long moment, grimace sliding off of his face. Then, just as fast, he was clambering over to you, abandoning his belongings on a table nearby, sinking to his knees in front of you.

“Babe, babe, are you alright? Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful. Don’t cry, love, I promise I’m not that bad.” He was positively beaming at you, taking your newly-tattooed hand, kissing it gently, turning it over and over in his.

“’S not you, just hurts is all.” You sniffled, your eyes already drying as the pain subsided. “I’m (y/n), I promise I don’t cry all the time.”

He gave you another smile, green eyes twinkling with delight. “I’m Michael, I actually cry a lot during rom-com’s.”

You laughed, relishing the silky sound of his voice. He glanced around, finding his drink and bag on the table over, setting it down at yours, nestling himself beside you.

“I feel kind of stupid now. I got a blueberry muffin, didn’t even want it, but my hand felt like it was on fire and all I could think was, ‘I have to get this fucking muffin.’”

You chuckled lightly, tracing the design that trailed up his arm, identical to your own. “The blueberry muffins from here are my absolute favorite.” You murmured, recognizing the design.

He smiled softly, watching your hand. “A dragon. We have matching dragon tattoos. We’re so badass.” You both let out a small giggle. “Seriously, I had a mate- poor guy, he’s punk rock, really- but him and his girl have these massive flowers on their ribs. Like, fucking huge- they start at like the shoulder and stop right above all their personal bits…”

He trailed on, never running out of things to say, and you found yourself leaning against his chest, the rhythm of his voice lulling you into a sense of security as you watched the weather toil on outside.

anonymous asked:

Jimin ❤️

A romantic kiss/gesture with my muse.

The only light in the room was the moon reflecting off of the sheets and your bare skin as you both lay together, breathless, happy, and ridiculously in love. Clothes long forgotten, you and Jimin were left with nothing but the thin silk sheet settling over your bodies as your legs intertwined and your fingers danced along each other’s skin. 

You could trace patterns in his abdomen all day long, watching his stomach muscles twitch because he was ridiculous ticklish, but he’d never admit that out loud. His fingers twisted and turned pieces of your hair and he smiled broadly suddenly, “You know I love you, right?”

You sat up to look up at him, “You know I love you, right?”

He shook his head at you, “Seriously. I’ve never been this way with someone before. You make me feel so happy, so comfortable, and I just really love you.”

You leaned forward to press your lips against his, not having words to properly express your feelings. He grabbed your face and held you close as he kissed you, moving his lips against yours so perfectly. He pulled you on top of him and his tongue teased your bottom lip. You pulled away briefly only to whisper, “I love you too,” before kissing him again.

Alright let me explaiN

This is for Day 3 of the Mianite Anniversary Week- Shippings. Now, I- for the most part- only ship these two as total bros. Would I want them to be together irl? No, not really. I wanted to draw these two, however, because I feel like they get along really well. During Trinity Island they were always there for each other, and in Mianite Sonja would usually be the one to take Jordan’s side when Tom and Tucker were being jerks. 

I don’t know. The idea of these two just bro-ing it out and talking about lame mods and just being rad friends makes me really happy.

If I had time, I’d draw Motanite and Syndisparklez and Syndisparklington and Tonja and everything. But I don’t, so here’s my biggest BroTP, probably ever.

GUYS GUYS GUYS

My fic reached 200 hits!!!!!!!!!!!! *insert pterodactyl screeching of joy*

I honestly don’t know why there have been so many or if any of them actually liked it, but HOLY GOODNESS I’M SO EXCITED!!!!!!!

I do know that a great majority of it has been from skidaddle-o3o coltsandquills prettymessedupsituation and winchestersandwordprocessors . They are all FANASTIC writers in their own rights and I just love everyone of them so so so much ^_^ And I just love and appreciate anyone who even just clicked on it, let alone read it. You’re fantastic *HUGS*

Sometimes we might come off as cold hearted, rude, bitchy people, but at the end of the day all that we want is for someone to see through our masks that we put on every day, and make us take them off for at least few seconds. One place where I feel like I can be myself is the beach. There’s something so magical about it, it makes you forget about your problems at least for a few minutes. Looking into the distance, seeing the ships far in the sea, hearing waves hitting each other, seeing the sun going down behind the buildings far, far away. Such simple things, but they make you feel so happy. For one second you feel like you can be yourself and nothing can take that away from you.

anonymous asked:

ian and mickey styling each other's hair in s4 when they had the same hair cut :)

:) ian sitting on the edge of the tub in the bathroom, sitting mickey down on the floor between his legs and being like “no no this is how i do it, it’s 100% better” and running his fingers through his bf’s hair bc tbh he really likes it and this hair styling thing is just an excuse :) mickey messing up his own hair really bad one day so one day when ian’s running late for work, mickey says he’ll do his hair for him to help speed things up & ian’s rly surprised but happy that mickey volunteered to do that, but mickey just totally fucks it up on purpose, making it look like that bad style he accidentally gave himself, so his bb looks less good bc he’s super jealous of the guys watching him at the club :) bbs getting dressed together and doing each other’s hair in the kitchen while they eat breakfast :) babies playing with each other’s hair tbh!! wtf!!

4

I honestly couldn’t picture a day without her. My days couldnt get better bc they are already amazing with her. Its a beautiful feeling to feel how I feel when shes around. Like nobody else matters and we are alone with just only us two. The fact that we can honestly enjoy each others company no matter where we are at makes me so happy. Shes not only my girlfriend but shes really my best friend. My best friend, my future wife and the mother of our kid(s). She does anything to make sure I am happy. When I look at her, I literally see my future. Its amazing how I am still learning her whilst falling in love with every little detail that comes along with it. Shes such a beautiful female with such a pure and kind heart and gorgeous soul. I am really lucky and I thank God for bringing you into my life daily. There will be no me without you and no you without me. We are one, we are whole, we are complete. Every female that wants my girlfriend cant stand a chance, I already won! (I am always smiling when I’m with her… this is Love) sexamongthegods 🌸

mika-yuu asked:

yooooo. ereri.

when I started shipping it if I did: I started shipping them in… I think January xD
my thoughts: The ship that literally brought me into the trash life thx ereri ;-; 

What makes me happy about them: Honestly, I can just imagine Eren bringing Levi happiness. Something Levi had lost a long time ago.

What makes me sad about them: Why u no go canon ;-;

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: OK. SO, I HAVE COMPLETELY DONE THIS ALREADY BUT WHEN PEOPLE MAKE LEVI SAY “brat” :’) Fml I know I overused that one word too many times in my fics too but looking back on it, I’m thinking why did I do that ;-;

Things I look for in fanfic: Fluff and sex :)….. I have sinned I’m sorry

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: For Eren, it would be armin or mikasa and for Levi… It would be.. HANJI <3

My happily ever after for them: The two of them have survived the war against titans and together, they explore the world and experience new things <3

who is the big spoon/little spoon: Levi is big spoon and Eren is little spoon :3 Yes, very contradicting to their heights xD

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Just sitting on the couch and relishing in the tranquil silence and comfort of each other’s presence :3 Maybe Levi will be reading a book while Eren is laying his head on Levi’s nap and dozing off <3

Send me a ship, character, or five characters!

What Came After...

Notes: Okay the German is really bad, I wish I knew more. This was a little fic I came up with this morning. I know it’s short (My goal was to be an easy read) and kind of bad but here it is. Creative criticism is appreciated, I only want to improve. Also send me some prompts as well.  

           The room was dark, the Kommissar and Beca were alone, and hints of alcohol were everywhere. Sometime after the sixth or seventh drink they had they were drawn closer and closer to each other. Taking more shots and grinding even more. They eventually landed up in a room in the strange bald man’s large house almost naked and making out.

           “So, you’re a fan of thongs?” Beca asked between heavy breaths. She started to laugh as the Kommissar’s checks turned red. The blonde was not happy that Beca had brought that up and pulled away.

           “Pieter came up with that one.” Kommissar sighed, “The bald man called us before I could protest.” She leaned back and rested her head on the couch they were on, Beca felt bad for upsetting the blonde.

          “No! Don’t do that, I thought it was nice.” Beca said, trying to recover.

          “Just… nice?” 

          “Sexy.” Beca whispered in the Kommissar’s ear. “Sing it again.” She requested.

          The Kommissar reluctantly started her rendition of The Thong Song and Beca laughed. They got closer again while Beca picked up into the song. Kommissar cut off and nibbled Beca’s ear, then began kissing her all the way down around her ear with soft kisses. She stopped when she reached the middle of her collar bone and looked up into Beca’s eyes.

          “Are you sure? I can go get a thong real quick.” Beca smirked and Kommissar shot up. Regret quickly filled Beca, she wanted the blond’s bright red lips back on her skin. 

          “Little Maus, warum tun sie dies für mich?” The Kommissar asked. “I would have liked the song you Bellas did but… Pieter.” She rubbed her thumbs in a circle up Beca’s collarbone. Something hit her just staring at the small brunette in front of her. It might be a little fun to play around, she’d never really done it before.

         “What’s wrong?” Beca asked and Kommissar realized that she had stopped to sit in silence. 

         “I think I want you to.. uh.. ‘grab that thong’.” Kommissar demanded with a wicked grin.

Translation: “Warum tun sie dies für mich?” Supposedly- “Why do you do this to me?”

I just realized, do I love Richlee so much because their characters didn’t get the endings they deserved and being together gives them that happy ending? Like hey Thorin I know you died a death that could have been avoided and Thranduil we watched your heart break at seeing your only child leave but after everything their actors go home to each other and that makes it so much better.

Do you ever just wish that, well, someone would fall madly in love with you for you?

Like, that someone would read my stupid tumblr posts and think, “What a girl!” or meet me when I’m goofing around and their eyes would light up and think I’m a blessing to the world and the most hilarious, delightful, charming person to ever live.

And it would have nothing to do with whether I’m wearing make-up or contact lenses or have shaved my legs or anything else that I stress out about but just be me.

And then we’d hold hands and make silly faces at each other and waltz around the sitting room singing musical theatre songs and quoting comic novels at each other.

I think finding such a person would be the height of happiness.

And so I shall die an old maid and teach your ten children how to embroider very ill indeed…

anonymous asked:

Hey Daisy ☺️ So recently my partner and I broke up, and I moved out. It's sad and all but I feel it's just ran its course, and we weren't making each other happy. So I've been asked out on a date by another man, he's lovey and I feel like we get along pretty well, but my two close girl friends don't think it's right and like I'm betraying my ex. I just feel like it's better to move on and be happy, but i kind of feel stuck. Sorry if this is annoying you just seem to give the best advice.

Yo, you’re literally allowed to do whatever you like, whenever you like and with whomever you like. Regardless of whether it is insensitive, it’s your choice and I think you should go for it - your friends should have your back, not your ex’s. Go on the date, but don’t jump into anything else if you feel like you’re at risk of turning a nice dude into a rebound; take things at your own, comfortable pace. 

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm kind of in a relationship right now (we're not putting labels on it yet) and she lives really far away from me. What are some ways to make the distance easier? We're still trying to figure things out, but it's really hard on us right now. ://

Okay, I answered a similar question a while ago. I couldn’t find it to reblog, but I did still have it in my phone. So I’ll just repost here…

💖My top five tips for a happy ldr💖

1. Make time for each other
You and your significant other have ALOT of distance between you both so spending time together can make it bearable! But with busy schedules on both ends it can be difficult to make time for each other. Short little phone calls throughout the day help, and try skyping right before bed each night. I swear by this one, I love the last voice I hear at night being from the love of my life. These can be difficult for people with very busy lives and couples in vastly different time zones, but a little tweaks here and there can fix it. If you make your relationship a priority, there is no reason for it not to succeed!

2. Send packages!
I love receiving packages from my boyfriend! It’s so exciting to hold something that’s been in the hands of my man. Extra points to you if you make the gifts! I made my boyfriend little laminated kiss marks for our first Valentine’s Day together, and he sent me his favorite sweater. To this day it’s still the best thing I’ve ever gotten from anyone. Put some thought into what you want to send your sweetie, I’m sure he/she will absolutely adore whatever you choose.

3. Communication is key
If you’re like me and my boyfriend, your significant other is your best friend! Well tell each other everything. Nothing is off limits! I’m never scared to tell him anything, or discuss anything with him. We have no secrets! And when it comes to arguments, we may overreact at times but we always talk it out and come to an agreement. We never leave an argument unsettled because that just leaves room for it to fester and become a nasty, deep rooted problem. And no one likes those!! So if you’re having an issue, discuss it, work it out, and agree on a solution!

4. Do activities together!
There are many activities long distance couples can participate in! For example, me and my boyfriend watch Netflix together, play interactive games on our phones and Skype, and other things! It’s fun and keeps things interesting.

5. Trust
Long distance relationships are SOLELY based on trust. So trust your partner fully and wholeheartedly. And do not relinquish that trust unless they give you a reason to. If you don’t have trust in a relationship, then what do you have?

SORRY FOR THE NOVEL. These are just a few things I’ve learned in 3 years with my boyfriend. There is many many more but this is just a generalized list that I came up with on the spot. Hope it helps. 💖

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