Until-my-last-breath

I wish I knew the right words to say when it came down to writing about someone who makes you feel like flowers are growing inside of your chest. I wish I knew how to explain the way you make me feel when it’s two in the morning and we’re both laughing over something that probably wasn’t even that funny but to other people, our laughs make it seem like it was the world. I wish I knew how to tell people just how really beautiful you are, because when you are there, whether you’re laying down or pacing back and fourth, talking about the things that excite you the most, or just about anything in general that makes you happy, your eyes hold a certain kind of light beneath them that makes me want to never look away. Or when you laugh, my god, when you laugh, I never want it to stop because you do this thing where you tilt your head back and cover your mouth at the last moment after you already been so loud, shaking your head and every single time, I’d think, I wouldn’t mind hearing you laugh for the rest of my life. And when you yell, which is very rare, is scary because you can be there, veins standing at attention and I’d still think you’re the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on, even if I’m driving you insane. Don’t worry though, you drive me insane too. And I wish I knew how to explain the way my hands shake when I think about losing you, or the way my chest tightens to the thought of you being with someone else who isn’t me, because it messes with my mind sometimes and I get fustrated, because only I want to know your favorite book to the way you hate wearing that poka dot shirt, or how you eat when you’re nervous and can’t seem to stop making a mess. But you always been a messy eater so I don’t mind. I fell in love with you and although you are not perfect because you do have your moments, I promise I will love you again and again and again because I am not perfect either but if I am here, holding my heart out to you, and you are there, doing the same, I swear we both can be non-perfect messes together. And I’m trying not to be too cheesy here, because you always did say I buttered you up too much so for now I’ll leave it off with an I love you and an I’ll love you forever until my very last breath and an I am so lucky you decided to choose me.
—  A.M// to jake, maybe loving you isn’t so bad after all.

thomas sanders and hillary clinton, i will defend your holy kingdoms until my last breath. this is my pledge to you. my blade stands to defy all those who dare detract from the crown

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A direction, and a goal, and an invitation to see what else immortality might offer me. It did not seem so listless, so empty, anymore. And I would fight until my last breath to attain it—to defend it. So I knew what I had to do.

I’m not going to pretend to understand what is happening in your mind. The pain, the anger. I don’t blame you for recoiling into yourself, for keeping everyone - especially me - at a comfortable distance. No one expected this. And, I realize this was probably your worst fear that has now come to be true. All I can say is that I’m sorry and be here to support you in any way possible. If space is what you need, I’ll give you that. If it’s time, you can take that, too.

I just need you to know it’s hard watching you cope with this. It breaks my heart to see you cry, to know that you’re afraid to be close to anyone now. I feel helpless because there is nothing I can do to change this. I can’t make it all go away. I can’t alter this cruel reality or take your pain away. Oh, god, how I would love to spare you the heartache and emptiness I can only imagine you feel.

Please understand that I will not give up on you. You are not “damaged goods,” nor are you as unlovable as you believe. I have come to realize this will probably change you and perhaps make you view the world in a different light. But that doesn’t matter to me. I will be here through it all. I will love you until my last breath, and even thereafter.

—  @sixwordssayitall

it’s a kind of magic (5/5 | 10,910 | Rated G) **

Alec frowns at a point just over Magnus’ shoulder, and then his eyes widen. “Magnus… did your house plant just wave at me?”

Magnus freezes. He whirls around and glares, hissing, “Figmund, you promised.”

Figmund wiggles its leaves unrepentantly.

Puppy (3/3 | 2,727 | Rated G)

“Magnus?” Alec called then, keeping his eyes trained on the black form on the bed, those red eyes glowing brightly, boring into his. “Why is there a dog on your bed?”

In which Magnus owns a hellhound.
Really, that’s all.

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Serious question (don't kill me)...

If it were Delphine who were sick, would Cosima be as supportive as Delphine has been?

I mean, don’t get me wrong I love Cosima and I will ship Cophine until my last breath but …

… can you realistically see Cosima taking a bullet for Delphine? Or killing someone for Delphine? Or crying because she has had to lie to keep Delphine safe? Or stick around when Delphine’s family treated her like she was the enemy, knowing she was hated? Would Cosima have become a stone cold bitch to protect Delphine? Can you see Cosima exiling herself (twice I may add) because she thought it would keep Delphine safe? Can you really tell me that Cosima would have stuck around and done all of these things for Delphine?

Because I really don’t think she would have 💔.