and kissing him


And I’m thinking ‘bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Well, me - I fall in love with you every single day

And I just wanna tell you I am (x)

100/365 Days of Outlaw Queen


Cause I was talking with lillileinein about how much Ayatos happy ending reminded me of the magic conch scene from spongebob squarepants

anonymous asked:

sterek + things you said when we were the happiest we ever were, please?

Stiles was the one to propose. 

He and Derek had been walking down the street, hand in hand, enjoying the sunny day, and it had just felt so completely right to turn to Derek and say, “marry me,” while interrupting what Derek had been saying.

“What?” Derek had choked out, frozen in the middle of the sidewalk. 

Stiles had just turned to Derek’s shocked form and smiled, moving close to Derek and repeating, “marry me,” in a whisper. 

“Okay,” Derek had replied with a nod after a long moment of still shocked silence from the man. 

Stiles had smiled and kissed Derek hard, had kissed him messily, in the middle of that sidewalk next to a convience store, people walking around them, some looking at them with annoyed looks for interrupting their steady and fast walk, and others looking at them with smiles on their faces, others just looking confused. It didn’t matter, anyway. 

“You and me always, right?” Stiles had murmured once they broke the kiss. 

“For forever and a day,” Derek had replied, and that was the sappiest they got before Stiles took Derek’s hand and they continued on with their walk as if they hadn’t just gotten engaged, small smiles on their faces.


Lydia had insisted on a big wedding, even though Stiles and Derek would have preferred a small wedding at the courthouse with just their family and closest friends.

But the outdoor wedding in the woods, with an arch filled with flowers, and the white carpet leading them down the middle aisle, and then the outdoor reception under a big tent, with tables filled through it, and then a dance floor in the middle of all of them, with the big wedding table at the font, hadn’t been so bad either, they had had to conceed to Lydia later that day, music playing as people danced or chatted at their tables.

It was beautiful.

Stiles and Derek had had the first dance, and Stiles had rested his face in the crook of Derek’s shoulder, Derek’s cheek resting on top of his head, and Stiles had felt content, happy. 

“You and me always, right?” Stiles had whispered into Derek’s ear so that no one else, not even the other werewolves, could hear. 

“For forever and a day,” Derek had whispered back, and Stiles had smiled in response and layed his head back on Derek’s shoulder, swaying back and forth with his brand new husband. 

Husband. Stiles felt giddy at thinking the word. He had a husband, he was a husband now. 

Stiles felt unstoppable. 

A few hours later, Stiles had dragged Derek onto the dance floor when a loud, fast paced song came on and had danced wildly while Derek stood there, arms crossed, shaking his head and refusing to join Stiles in looking ridiculous.

Of course, it was Stiles, so Derek gave in eventually, and forgot about how he had to look to the others, because all he really cared about was how Stiles looked at him.


“Look at her, Derek. Look how beautiful she is.”

“She has your eyes,” Derek murmured, and Stiles looked up at Derek, smile big and wide. 

“She’s got your lips,” Stiles said in response, and Derek smiled, slinging an arm around Stiles’ shoulders as they looked at the sleeping baby girl in Stiles’ arms. 

They’d just come home from the hospital. 

They had found an egg donor who looked as close to Derek in female form as they could, and Erica had been their surrogate. 

Next time, Derek would be the biological father, but that didn’t matter to Derek, anyway. 

The little girl in Stiles’ arms was fully theirs and only theirs.  

Their daughter. 

Derek couldn’t believe it. 

Stiles let out a shaky laugh and turned to look at Derek, and Derek smiled and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “I love you.”

Stiles grinned, and leaned in to kiss Derek again. “You and me always, right?” Stiles whispered against Derek’s lips.

“For forever and a day,” Derek confirmed, and Stiles gave Derek a short, hard kiss before he pulled back and looked back down at their daughter, who whined in her sleep and then pursed her lips, and then yawned. 

Stiles cooed, and Derek smiled softly, reaching out to stoke his daughters’ cheek, and she smiled in her sleep in response. 

“Damn,” Stiles whispered, and he couldn’t help but turn and give Derek another soft kiss. 


Of course, Stiles and Derek were bound to fight, but it was the really bad ones where they shouted their endearment. 

“You and me always, right?” Stiles shouted, pointing at Derek to stop his shouted, harsh words. 

Derek blinked, and stopped his angry tirade to look at Stiles, eyes wide. 

“For forever and a day,” Derek murmured in response, and Stiles grinned and moved over to Derek, kissing the fuck out of him, reminding him of how in love they were. 

“What were we fighting about?” Stiles pulled back to whisper, and Derek shrugged. 

“No idea.”

The fight had barely landed a blow in their relationship, and the next day, it was forgotten. 


Ellie giggled whenever she heard her Daddy and Papa say the words to each other, even as her heart soared at her parents being so in love, and she turned to her little brother, Jamie, with a smile even as the little boy grimaced at his parents being all lovey dovey. 

“Aren’t they the bestest?” Ellie whispered.

“No, they’re ‘barrassing,” Jamie grunted, and Ellie laughed. 

“You could only hope to be as happy and in love as Daddy and Papa one day.”

“I hope not!” Jamie gasped, and Ellie laughed loudly, causing Stiles and Derek to look over at them. Ellie squealed and pushed at her brother to run. 

They weren’t supposed to be out of bed. 


Of course, Jamie ate his words when he met the love of his life, and Ellie was smirking at Jamie on his wedding day, and then the smirk turned to a mushy one when she looked over at her Daddy and Papa and could just catch their whispered words of endearment as they leaned close to each other. 

“You and me always, right?”

“For forever and a day.” 

jed gets jealous of lancelot b/c octy looks at him for 0.0256 seconds longer than he does at jed

jed gets jealous of larry for having the gall to pick up octavius and touch him 

jed gets jealous of the squirrel because octavius was bragging about riding it

jed hears octavius bragging to his romans about this cute guy hes crushing on and hmm i think hes into me and gets jealous of himself

dontaskluigi asked:

💋 (Dark Luigi)

“Huh….? Wh- Gonzales?! No… oh, you’re that puny lil’ bro of his. I wonder if it ever gets tirin’, bein’ brothers with a nosy, no-brained idiot like him? Ahh, never mind that, what should I call ya, I wonder? Hm…. how about… hyuk hyuk, Green Gonzales! Er, make that Edgy Green Gonzales. What, you goin’ through your scene phase or somethin’, son?”

(Err… well, hoo wee… I’m gettin’ some weird vibes from this kid. It’d probably be a bad idea to stick around for longer than necessary.)

“…Uhh… Hyuk hyuk… Well, I’m just gonna go ahead and guess that I’m supposed to give you a kiss too. So I’m just gonna… go and.. do that.”

“Uhh, there ya go, I guess?”

I feel like no matter how Mofftiss writes the johnlock kiss, it’s going to be monumental, it’s going to be a stunning moment for everyone, and no matter how they write it to go it’s going to play out like Martin really gently sliding his hand along Benedict’s jaw and hesitating, breath to breath on each other’s lips, Martin’s eyes darting up to Ben’s at the last second just to double check and then closing the gap between their mouths and the sound Ben is going to make, I just don’t see Martin being able to kiss him the first time in a way that is not quiet and still and a little wondrous with the importance of what this represents

anonymous asked:

So some guy on TSDF FB had this to say about Carol's character and I want to find him and kiss him all over the face. He GETS it!: "Huge as it now is, Carol's character didn't come out of nowhere, she was a promise from the start. I still remember her in the early days, shyly admitting that she missed her vibrator. She then moved to butchering her husband's body with a brilliant mixture of sorrow and pain, hatred and vengeance. Since then this promise has quietly delivered again and again" :)

Anon, I kind of don’t even know what to do with my heart right now (and I suspect you knew that would happen when you sent me this).

“She was a promise from the start.” That’s such a flawless description of her character, and I 100% admit to being wildly envious that I did not craft that sentence. Bravo, TSDF guy!

As I have said again and again – although I am unfailingly delighted to see more and more people tuning in and falling in love with this perfect character – I will always, forever, unceasingly, unswervingly, until-the-end-of-the-universe-and-beyond reject every person and/or article who says anything that lives on the same planet as, “Holy shit. Who could have seen this awesomeness coming in season one?”

I could. I did. TSDF guy could. He did. carol-on could. She did, and chose to devote herself to cosplaying Carol before most people even recognized her at cons. (Seriously, there is nothing so funny to me now as hearing Amelia tell stories about early cons where people would ask her who she was cosplaying. ALL of Walker Stalker 2014 was legit people screaming “CAROL!!!” as we walked down the sidewalk, asking if they could take pictures with her. And we won’t even talk about how terrified I am of trying to hang out with her this year;)

The phenomenal things Melissa has done with the character of Carol Peletier are a constantly unfolding revelation, a gift to fans with each new episode. Every single day I just feel so damn lucky to be a fan of both the actor and the character. Because there is no way I could possibly have picked a better fav.

Like this is pretty much my face whenever I think about Carol:

a-wrinkle-in-space-time asked:

Asexual Percy headcanons? Pretty please????

  • part of the reason it takes him so long to tell Annabeth about his feelings is because he can’t tell if they’re romantic or not for a long time 
  • whenever he manages to ask anybody for advice they always mention how pretty/attractive she is and while he agrees that she’s beautiful, that is not a factor in how he feels about her 
  • when he thinks of all the reasons he loves her, her looks don’t even make it to the list which makes him think that maybe he should keep his maybe feelings to himself 
  • as soon as she kisses him on his birthday, he blurts it out, nervously rambling off the definition and how he learned it from a book someone in the aphrodite cabin gave him 
  • she tells him that doesn’t change the way she feels about him and they agree to figure it out together as they go 

Imagine: Loki writing poetry for you. [x]

Y/N: Loki! Loki, are you in here? *finds Loki in the library* Hey, there you are. What are you doing?
Loki: I… I’m writing.
Y/N: You are? I didn’t know you were a writer. Can I read your work?
Loki: Of course. *smiles* *hands poem over* 
Y/N: *reads poem* It’s good, it’s really good. *pauses* Loki… Who’s… who’s it about?
Loki: You.
Y/N: *smiles* Who knew the God of Mischief wrote poetry? *kisses him on the cheek* Thank you.

Want to request an imagine?  


I apologize for my handwriting, but I did the self analysis worksheet and I actually feel a little better. Organizing my thoughts and working through what happened definitely gave me some insight and a piece of mind as far as my situation currently is concerned.

I know I should be focusing on myself and myself only, but my boyfriend has no idea what’s been going on at all. I don’t know how to tell him, I’m terrified of him leaving me or thinking I cheated. 

I was drunk. I was hard on myself at the time, but now I understand that it’s not MY fault that HE took advantage of me. I put myself in an unfortunate situation, sure. But I stated that I didn’t want to have sex when I was sober, then when I was drunk he disregarded my boundaries anyway. 

I’m a little fuzzy on the whole night, but even if I did kiss him first like he said, that’s still not consent to have sex with me. On top of being drunk as well, 17 is the legal age of consent anyway, which I am not. I refuse to be manipulated by him & believe that this is my own fault and that I’m the one who did something wrong. 

I’m in the wrong for trusting the men around me, I’m in the wrong for believing that he wouldn’t touch me, and I’m in the wrong for thinking these men actually care for me if they could take advantage of me while I was drunk like that. I will not have sympathy simply because he feels guilty. 

He’s going around telling people I wasn’t even that drunk & how he has feelings for me and all of this, which speaks for itself that he knows he’s wrong. He took advantage of a drunk & high girl, below the age of consent, while she has a boyfriend.

 And regardless of the circumstances that is inexcusable. I will not apologize for drinking or smoking, because regardless that does not give him the right to have sex with me after saying no sober. I stayed at his house because I was too drunk to go home. Just because he had a drunk girl in his bed, doesn’t mean he needed to have sex with her. 

After realizing this, at this point I just need help with how to resolve the situation with this boy, on top of how to address the situation to my boyfriend. But overall I have a much clearer mind now.

#LAVENDER sisterhood answer:

THIS IS EXCELLENT! Keep it going!

This is exactly how you need to approach recovery AND you need to do it over & over & over.   There are many issues way beyond this night’s events that lead your thinking & his to the decisions & situation.

On the aspect of him being an adult & you a minor, you may have some legal justice, but realize the only reason the St. Paul survivor got some justice is because in our society her “rich” father and his daughter’s virginity was his property and another male took it.  

I’m not saying it’s right.  I’m just saying that when you seek justice under the law, it was written from a male’s perspective of his property loss, and those who win have the $$$ to demand justice.  

Millions of women without rich daddy’s, white included, never get justice. Millions of rape kits go untested.  Sorry, you are not as important as a rich male screaming that another male destroyed his precious property.  

It’s not fair.  It just is.  Until all of us get into the law and change it. 

PLEASE now do this same exercise but after reading about misogyny & patriarchy so that you gain greater command of feminist language and can see precisely all the millions of ways you have been told to ignore the signs:

Read these 3 posts and redo your exercise & again send it to us: 

PLEASE #LAVENDER sisters give her your support & understanding