anonymous asked:

I just want you to know you're not a fool for following your heart. It might hurt you and make you feel weak, but loving fearlessly is courageous and you're so strong for putting your heart on the line. You can't choose who you love. Take care boo.

When I love, I love hard and I swear it hurts so much when you’re that type of person. I really appreciate the message. I know tomorrow is a new day and it will be okay. Thank you so much.

anonymous asked:

i just finished NEC and i just.... holy shit. it's so good. which letter is your fav?

Literally all of them to be honest. Every single one fucked me up. But probably this one:

“There are a bunch of stories in this world. I know this because I slept through every single one of them in school with you snoring away right beside me. Long stories, short stories, ghost stories. Sad stories and romance stories, parables, tall tales, and even the stories that have happy endings — And let me tell you, men on Mars make more sense to me than those do these days.
I’m the story that’ll never get told, but that doesn’t much bother me. They’ll remember you which is as it should be. Just like me, they were caught off guard. Nobody ever saw you coming, not the army, not the country. You went and blindsided us all. And now that all the storytellers have got a hold of you, you’re gonna live forever.
I remember maybe third day of Catechism when Sister Catherine said that each and every one of us are sinners and there wasn’t nothing to be done for it. And I believe it of me, hell yes I do — I’m a killer, stone cold. Some people are good at math and some people are good at art, but me, I’m good at shooting, and it scares me right to the bone the things I’d do for you. When they turn me away from the pearly gates I imagine they’ll give me a list full of the names of the Germans I killed for you and won’t look twice at what I think about doing every time I curl up around you at night, sayin it’s just to keep warm. Because it’s fine and all to kill for your country, I think, but not quite the same when you’re killing for just one person in particular.
And besides, I’ve got a whole laundry list of other sins, past even those. I’m a liar and a coward, and once I got the draft I burned the letter so that you’d never find it. I’m so God damn afraid to die, but it’s not for me. It’s because I can’t leave you alone in a world as ugly as this one. Somehow you don’t know it, but there’s no justice here, not anymore. All the word about the death camps. The shit Morita put up with before he shipped out. You took a knife to the neck last year and still you can’t see it, don’t understand that Hell isn’t some place underneath us, all filled up with fire and brimstone. Hell is right here, and I’ve been damned for a long time.
I know you’re not alone without me anymore. You’ve got your girl and you’ve got the boys. I know you can take care of yourself, and it puts me at a loose ends, how you can keep safe on your own now. You don’t need me. Doesn’t mean I’m not still afraid for you, not scared shitless that this world is gonna eat you alive.
But at least now I understand, I think, the feeling you had when you talked about doing right by your country, because I don’t mind living in Hell if it means doing right by you, just the way I’d strip the boots off a million dead Nazis if it meant your feet staying warm and dry.
I see you worrying your daddy’s rosary at night, the poor battered old thing, and I wonder how you can still pray. I went to confession a hundred times until I gave up on it, because no matter how many Hail Marys I recited in the dark with you laying next to me, it didn’t stop. Sister Catherine would spit on me because I don’t have much need for God out here, but I’m glad you do. I’m real glad one of us does. But you keep giving me those big sad eyes of yours, like I’m breakin your heart when I try to explain it to you, and so I’ll give it another go, just one last try, even if you’ll never know about it —
Ave Maria, gratia plena, get him out of this war, and if you’ve gotta take someone then take me, because I’ve got nothing real to go home to but he’s got a girl now and I can see the hope written all over his face when he sees her. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, pray for us sinners, but don’t spend too much time on my immortal soul, because not even divine intervention can help me now. I know when to walk away from a fight and trying my damnedest not to need him was a losing battle.
I won’t be in the history books; that’s for you. But I loved you first. As long as they get that right, I don’t care what they say.”

2k milestone celebration - aesthetic giveaway!

So now there’s 2k of you??? Like. Why. How. That’s an awful lot of people who thought this blog was worthy of hitting ‘follow’.
Thank you thank you thANK YOU for being so special and for making me feel so loved all the time, thank you for liking and reblogging my stuff and for putting up with me when I am in constant need of validation, thank you for being a great company and a wonderful fandom, thank you for coming up to me when I’m too shy to talk to you - I know I am cold and distant af but I swear I love it when we talk. Just, thank you a lot for helping me coming out of my shell and for stimulating my creativity.
I really can’t thank you enough so I’ve decided to do a small appreciation thingie, and since a lot of you seem to love the aesthetic posts I’m focusing on right now, here you go, aesthetic edits for everyone! (I feel like Oprah)

To participate:
follow the damn bar wench ofc since it’s for the followers!
reblog this post if you feel like it (it’s not mandatory, just to spread the word!)
come into my inbox and tell me about the kind of aesthetic you want. You can choose either a captain swan (even AU) aesthetic (like these) or a personal aesthetic.
• BE SUPER SUPER SUPER SPECIFIC, especially if you go for the personal aesthetic thing. Don’t be afraid to send me one, two, three asks telling me what kind of music you like, your favorite movie, what colors you like, what’s your favorite season, animal, object, heck, if you want to send me also the /tag under which you post your selfies– just go for it, seriously. If you follow me you know I am a perfectionist and I want the aesthetic to be super accurate. And, of course, it’s also a chance for me to get to know you better!

The captain swan aesthetics are going to be posted as normal edits, while the personal aesthetic is going to be posted as the answer to your ask. It’s going to take some time for sure, and between summer and the german exam I will post them very slowly, but I will make them all!

not-so-hakuna-matata  asked:

Every time a new Seven Suitors chapter is released I stop everything I'm doing and read it right away. That is the level of love I have developed for your story it is sO BEAUTIFUL!! SO PERFECT! Sometimes when I'm reading it I have to step away from the computer and do a stupid arm-flaily dance because I cAN'T HANDLE THE FLUFF HGNGNGN hella keen for the next chapter!!

I feel like you are reaping the benefits of your Aussie timezone; the messages I had this morning that were like “I stayed up Too Late, why are you like this?” were hilariously high in number. Sorry for posting at 1am EST guys, sorry.

Ahhhh I’m so glad you like it! Having to step away from feels is, I think, the best compliment you can get, so THANK YOU, omg, thank you for loving this story. Hopefully I’ll get chapter 6 up sometime next weekend!

knight-of-tuxedo  asked:

AU fenhawke 1

So its FenHawke week and the theme is AU’s and canon divergence. Hell I’ve been doing that all year! But this prompt was too good not to use and I’ve decided to give you a glimpse into the future of the AU that you seem to love and adore. I swear even when I’m done writing this thing I can only imagine you will continue to send me prompts for it.

minor spoilers ahead

“I know you’re afraid but we can’t hide in this closet forever,” Fenris whispered in her ear and Hawke fought the urge to shiver. They were pressed so close to each other she could feel his heart beating against her shoulder blade.

“Says you, I can stay here all day if I have to,” she retorted. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder and trailed a few more up the side of her neck. “Are you trying to make this even more awkward?” she said, shivering against his breath ghosting across her skin.

He took her hands and lifted them above her head, trailing his fingers up and down the underside of her arms, making her quake. With careful movement and a few slips on whatever was scattered the on the closet floor, he had her pressed against the wall, facing him. He kept her hands above her head and hoisted her legs up to wrap around his waist. “I’m making this more fun.”

It was a mad struggle to keep quiet as his lips and teeth trailed their way across her neck. His groin pressed against hers and she rocked against him trying to build friction. His free hand wound its way underneath her shirt and was inching towards the clasp on her bra when there was a sudden banging on the door.

“Marian! I know you are in the closet!” Her mother’s voice rang out. “You had better be downstairs in five minutes or I will drag you out.”

Fenris sighed and pressed his forehead against her collarbone. He helped her move back into a somewhat wobbly standing position. “So much for that.”

“There’s gotta be a way to lock this thing from the inside,” she said trying to examine the doorknob.

“This is ridiculous Hawke,” he said with a laugh. “You do realize you’re doing this for Bethany right?”

“I know!” she said still examining the door.

“You love Bethany.”

“Of course I do!”

“You love shopping.”

“No shit!”

“Then why are you hiding in here?” he said pulling her back to face him.

“Because I have to go shopping with my mother there, do you have any idea the amount of pain and anguish going shopping with my mother causes me?”

“Enough to make your sister think you don’t want to be her maid of honor?”

“She wouldn’t think that, she’d understand my reasons,” she dismissed weakly.

“Are you really so sure?”

Hawke pursed her lips together before fixing him with a look. “I hate when you’re right.”

“No you don’t,” he said laughing when she rolled her eyes at him.

“Kiss me again and make it good. I’m gonna need something to smile about today,” she said, grinning.

“It would be my pleasure.”

They were interrupted again by another knock, this one much softer. “Marian, Merrill’s distracted Mom, you’ve got about ten more minutes in there,” Bethany’s voice came through the door. Fenris and Hawke’s eyes met and they started giggling.

“So, what can you get done in ten minutes?” Hawke asked with raised eyebrows.

“Plenty,” he said dropping to his knees in front of her.

anonymous asked:

Hiii I freaking loved I Hate You I Love You, my heart broke i swear, when are u going to post part 2 ????

Sorry for the rate reply, but I will be posting today :D


So everyone who knows me knows how many jokes I’ve always made about wanting to look into Chris Pine’s eyes right?? And guess what? Today it finally happened and all I could muster was “I love you!” 😂😂😂I thought I’d just yell his name and get no reaction. But he locked eyes with me from less than an arm’s length away and raised his eyebrows to point out he was listening, and waved when I blurted out “Chris, I love you!” I swear I meant to be more eloquent. 😂😭 Longest three seconds of my life was staring into those eyes. 😙😢 (Video isn’t mine, but thank you!) (at San Diego Convention Center)

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flashkitty  asked:

♫ "When the road looks rough ahead, and you're miles and miles from your nice warm bed, you just remember what your old pal said *HIC* boy, you've got a friend in me yeah, you've got a friend in me." ♫ ~ Leans in on Kisuke, giggles with red cheeks, the glass of champagne still in her hand.

@flashkitty @mysteriousshopkeeper

“Please… I got it already… I… You are going to wake up half Karakura. Agh…”

Fuck that song. It was terribly catchy. Now, if he went to bed, he would be forever singing it.