cries just look at his perfection

Jungkook’s Perfect Imperfections

So recently my precious baby bun has been getting shit about his skin because he has acne. Which EVERYONE has dealt with at least once in their life, or still is dealing with it. It’s not a big deal, it’s just skin, it doesn’t change what an amazing person Jungkook is. And honestly I love his acne, it just makes him normal and human. Every imperfection he has, in my eyes, just makes him even more perfect so that’s why I’m making this appreciation post about his perfect imperfections which I adore with all my heart 

His facial scar 

i love it so much it just makes him even more handsome asdfghjkl 

look how cute it looks, i just wanna kiss it 

my heart hurts because of how adorable he is

DO YOU SEE THIS BEAUTY

w o w what a beautiful specimen

His acne

LOOK AT THIS SOFT LIL FLUFF. LEMME CUDDLE AND KISS HIM

bare faced kookie is my favourite kookie 

look at this sleeping beauty 

i wanna kiss all over his face. what a fucking angel 

baby boy is the cutest thing to grace this planet i cant deal

His arm scar 

lemme kiss it pls also sweaty kook will be the death of me

oh look more sweat :) THIS LOOK MURDERS MY ASS INCLUDING THE SCAR

LOOK AT THE FLOOF 

^^literally me cuz i can’t handle looking at his beauty 

His knee scars 

PLS JUNGKOOK. SITTING LIKE THAT IS GONNA KILL ME 

id have a few knee scars because of him if you know what i mean *wink wink* im so sorry 

two angels istg

I love Jungkook with every fiber of my being and all I wanna do is protect him. If anyone hates on him I will fite them. He is not disgusting, he is not overrated, he is none of the things I‘ve seen these assholes call him. He is the most sweetest, talented, caring human being alive and I’m just so happy to be around at the same time as him to watch him grow and shine. ❤️

Hoseok Appreciation post

look at him and tell me you’re not feeling all hot and bothered rn?

He’s so flawless just by standing still

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HOLY FOREHEAD *CRIES*

THEM EYEBROWS THOOOOOOO

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THAT LITTLE SMIRK *DIES*

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CHOCKER NECKLACES. RIP TO MY SOUL…HOLY TREE PLEASE HELP ME

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SO F*CKING RUUUUUDEEEE

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KEEP THAT TONGUE ON YOUR MOUTH JUNG HOSEOK.

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ok…let me just grab a  drink of holy water real quick

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EXCUSE ME SIRRRRRRRRR ( #jesslyfeReference)

HE’S SO BEAUTIFUL

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HIPTHRUSTS …*CRIES*

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Manages to look cute yet sexy even if he just woke up

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His gorgeous happy smile~

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Perfect body line with curves prettier than any female idol

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His jaw could cut you

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*shooting right through your heart*

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RUDE AF

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AND HIS FACIAL EXPRESSIONS ARE ALWAYS ON POINT

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HIS REACTIONS ARE GOLD

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HOPE YOU LIKED THIS MINI APPRECIATION POST~


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anonymous asked:

Draco probably cries over how beautiful Scorpius is (lord knows i do)

Slytherins are out for pub night, Draco’s tipsy and showing pictures of Scorpius to his friends.

Theo: Wow, he looks just like you Draco.
Draco: *sniffling* I don’t know how we managed it, he’s too perfect. *wipes tears and takes out another album* and these are all from sunday.
Blaise: What happened on sunday?
Draco: Nothing, Scorpius just looked so beautiful in the afternoon sun.
Pansy: Draco this album has 500 slots.
Draco: *sobbing* Isn’t he the prettiest baby you’ve ever seen?? Isn’t he??

me probably for the rest of my life

nitrogennerd  asked:

299 or 104 with Jamilton please? Also wanted to take this moment to say I love your writing :)

how about i give you both for being so sweet? :D enjoy!

Word Count: 476

Warnings: swearing 


“He’s such a loudmouth,” Thomas hissed to James as he glared at Alexander across the classroom. The debate club was taking a break from their heated discussion wherein Alex had destroyed the opposing team. “He’s the worst. He’s just so cocky.”

James snorted, and Thomas was offended. “What?” he demanded of his shorter friend.

“You two are perfect for each other,” James laughed.

“What?!” Thomas cried again. “We are not! You’re crazy!”

Wanna bet?” Jemmy chuckled, giving his friend a sly look.

“What are you talking about?” Thomas asked, rolling his eyes.

“I dare you to go up to him and start flirting. I guarantee you’ll be making out within minutes.”

Thomas considered it. “Fine. Twenty bucks.”

“Deal,” James said, and they shook hands. Thomas was surprised. James normally wouldn’t take bets over ten dollars… he must be really sure about this one. Thomas started sweating. What if his friend was right?

Trying to look confident in himself, he walked across the room to his enemy. He was aware that James was following behind, most likely to watch whatever was about to go down.

“Hamilton,” he said loudly. “Can we talk outside?”

Alexander turned to look at him cockily. “Whatever,” he replied.

As soon as they were outside, Thomas tried to lay on the charm.

“Hey… I just wanted to say, I know I’m supposed to hate you and everything, but… you’re really smart. You won that debate hands-down, and, you know, I really respect you.”

“What the fuck?” Alexander said, taken aback by Thomas’ sudden kindness, but feeling a blush creep into his cheeks.

“I just… I feel like we could be friends, you know? Or… more than that?” Thomas shot him a smoldering look, knowing full well that James was watching from the window of the classroom door.

I hate you,” Alex said, his voice faltering a little.

Thomas glanced over Alexander’s shoulder at James, who was looking quite pleased.

No you don’t,” Thomas said, taking a step toward the indignant student.

Thomas bent down to place a firm kiss on Alex’s mouth. He expected Alexander to pull away. He truly did, or else he wouldn’t have taken it so far. But their lips met, and Thomas felt a warmth begin in the pit of his stomach as he wrapped his arms around the smaller boy. Alexander reciprocated everything, holding tight to Thomas, he leaned into it like he needed the kiss to survive.

When they pulled apart, they were both significantly redder, each sporting swollen lips.

“Maybe I don’t,” Alex said weakly, looking up with Thomas with a new emotion behind his eyes; longing.

“Fuck.” Thomas said.

“What?” Alex asked.

“I don’t hate you either,” he laughed, and brought his lips down to Alex’s again. When they pulled apart, he saw James grinning through the window.  He laughed. “Plus, I’m out twenty bucks.”

anonymous asked:

Reading a book until the late hours, cause you have to finish it. And when you come back to bed Shawn asks how it was. Like "Did it end well, love?"

Okay this is a shameless self insert but Crooked Kingdom (sequel to Six of Crows go read it people it’s perfection) killed me so…

“Did it end well love?”
*full on bawling* “END. WELL?? DOES IT LOOK LIKE IT ENDED WELL??” *cries some more*
*panicking Shawn* “Oh god love what can I do??”
*cuddling into his chest and literally crying your heart out*
“I JUST. DONT UNDERSTAND HOW IT COULD HAPPEN YOU KNOW? THEY DESERVED HAPPINESS AND LOVE AND” *chokes on sobs*
*Shawn gives you hair kisses because he doesn’t know what else to do*
“I’m sorry darling…”
*intense wailing continues until 3am*

Anger Issues

“You need to slow down.”

Michael has this terrible habit of driving too fast. It drives me crazy. We have two kids in the car and he is still pushing twenty over the speed limit. And the way he grips the steering wheel – it looks like he’s trying to strangle it.

“Well then why don’t you tell me how fast to go,” he shoots back at me.

I love Michael. He is my everything. But he has the tendency to be a bit aggressive, even with me. He has never been that way with the kids, thank god. He dotes on those two. Isabella is four and Clark is barely two months. He looks at them like they can do no wrong. I can’t really blame him, especially about Clark. Clark is the perfect baby. He hardly ever cries and has the most angelic face. Looks just like his dad.

We’re driving down the highway on our way to my mother’s place. We left a little later than planned (just a little kitchen accident) so it’s dark out. Michael is driving (of course, he’d never let me drive). Isabella is crying in the backseat (as usual). You’d think she’d tire herself out, crying for that long. But Isabella has always been a difficult child. I’m in the passenger seat with Clark in my arms. I know you’re not supposed to hold babies in the car, and we have a perfectly good car seat in the back, but I just can’t resist. I want to be as close to Clark as possible. He’s sleeping peacefully, even with his sister making a ruckus in the back.

“Honey,” I say slowly, hoping not to make him angry, “We need to slow down. We don’t want to get pulled over.” He glares at me, but finally let’s loose a bit on the gas pedal. We slow to a normal 60 mph. The roads are calm, just a few occasional passersby.

“I love Vermont in the evening,” I say happily, trying to fill the silence. “All the trees are just a bit gray, but the colors of fall still light up the leaves. It’s like a little paradise.”

Michael grunts and pounds the steering wheel. He never listens to me.

“Honey,” I say a little more forcefully, “It’s going to be a dreadful ride if you’re irritated all night.” Clark looks like a little angel in his sleep. “And we don’t want to wake the baby.”

Michael frowns a little. “Fine. What do you want me to say?”

He hasn’t always been like this. When we first met he was sweet and funny. He lit up every room he walked into. But he’s been getting a little bit angrier each passing day. First it was problems with the house, then his father died. Just a series of hardships. But I can still see that beautiful man I fell in love with all that time ago.

I clear my throat. “How about we talk about how we met. Isabella, dearest, don’t you want to hear about how I met Daddy?” I turn around to get Isabella’s attention, but she’s still wailing. “Isabella, are you listening to me?” Her face is red and streaked with tears.

“Belly, please calm down,” Michael says softly. His voice is so kind sometimes. “Please don’t make things harder for me.”

Isabella sniffs and shakes her head. “I want-“

“Belly, hush.” Michael is a bit sterner now. “Listen.”

“Thank you, Honey.” I smile. Michael is trying his best to control his anger. He tries, he really does. “Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yes, how we met.”

Those first days were magical. Of course, we met in the hospital where I was working. I was just a secretary, nothing important or anything. But Michael saw potential in me. He greeted me with the kindest, most beautiful smile. His eyes were blue and shining. He looked like someone out of a Disney movie. We chatted a bit as normal folks do. I checked him in, and he went away to his appointment. I thought nothing of it until a while later when I saw him out at a coffee shop. I couldn’t believe it! That’s how we reconnected, and we’ve been in love ever since.

I laugh. “Who would have thought I’d meet the man of my dreams while checking him in for athlete’s foot!”

Michael doesn’t laugh. He hardly ever laughs anymore.

I turn to Isabella again. “I used to write your daddy the sweetest letters. It was our little way of saying we loved each other.”

The car shakes a bit and I look back to Michael. He has started speeding again and the car is swerving into the next lane. “Be careful!” I hold Clark a little closer. “Do you want to kill your children?!”

“No,” he says quickly. “No, not my children.”

“That’s not nice to say,” I spit back at him. “Especially not in front of the kids.”

“What do you want me to say, then? That I love you? That things are perfect?”

“Well they would have been perfect if you could control your anger!” I clutch Clark a little tighter.

“My anger?!” he starts to shout.

All of a sudden police lights fill the highway with red light. We can hear sirens. “Shit,” Michael whispers.

“Language,” I reply.

“Should I pull over?” Michael’s face is white. He’s afraid of what will happen if we stop. Which makes sense, considering what he did back at the house. He never listens to me.

“You can’t pull over, Honey. You know what will happen.” I try to keep smiling. I know Clark is only a few months, but I don’t want him to hear us fight. He’s such a precious angel boy.

Michael is gripping the steering wheel even harder now. His words are calculated. “I’ll just pull over, and act like nothing’s wrong. It’ll be fine. I’ll just get a speeding ticket. No one will say anything.”

“Say anything! Say anything!” Isabella starts screaming again.

I’ve always been partial to little boys versus little girls. I don’t know when it started. I never had any brothers or sisters. Mother just had me. She always bought me boy dolls. Maybe that’s why.

“Isabella, please quiet down. Your daddy and I are speaking.”

But Isabella won’t stop screaming. “Mommy, my mommy!” Her voice is so grating. The sirens keep howling. They’re going to wake the baby.

“Please, let me pull over. I promise it’ll be fine. I’ll be good.” Michael’s eyes are begging me.

“Now honey, you know-“

“Mommy! Mommy!” Isabella won’t shut up. She is louder than the sirens. The lights are flashing. Michael won’t stop looking at me.

“Please, please.” Michael is looking at Clark now. Always about the kids. Except when it isn’t.

“Fine.” I relax my shoulders. I realize I have been holding onto Clark just a bit too tightly, and he has little white marks from my fingers. “Pull over.”

Michael pulls the car over to the side. Isabella is still screaming. Clark is snuggled neatly in my arms. I hear the car door open from the police car behind us. Michael is sweating. Big drops of sweat roll off that perfect Disney prince nose. His eyes are darting from Clark to Isabella. He knows. He knows.

I can see the policeman in the side mirror. He’s average looking. Boring. He taps twice on the glass.

Michael rolls the window down. He can’t stop his hands from shaking. Michael is so unpredictable, I don’t know what he’ll do next.

“Good evening, folks,” the policeman says in a friendly, almost cliché tone. “You were going about-“

The gun shot was louder than Isabella screaming. That shut her right up. The policeman wavered a bit before falling to the ground. The shot was straight between the eyes.

Michael stares at me, not the policeman. “Wha…….what are you….”

I smile sweetly back at him, lowering the gun a bit to rest nicely on my lap. “You are the one who wanted to pull over.” My tone is even. Sweet. Dripping with honey. I fix my bangs. “You never listen to me. That’s your one fault, you know. You aren’t a good listener.” I raise the gun and fire another shot. I hit my target again. Straight between the eyes. I’ve always been a good shot.

Michael opens his mouth to scream but I talk first. “No, you listen to me. I told you. I told you to do exactly as I say, or else your little brats will end up like your stupid whore wife. Isn’t that what I said?”

Michael is staring at the backseat. Isabella is quiet now. A bullet will do that.

“If you had just listened to me from the beginning. We are meant to be together. I told you that. I wrote to you again and again and you ignored me. You rejected me. You kept sleeping with that bitch.” I stroke the side of Clark’s face with a finger. “But I guess it all worked out for the best, huh? I can’t have kids of my own, but this little angel….he’s mine.” I look back at Michael, smiling. “And you’re mine.”

Michael is pale. He has no words, finally.

“Now shut up and drive, or else I’ll have to put a bullet into you too.”

There is a pause. Then Michael turns the key in the ignition. He’s crying, oh my sweet honey. He’s so sensitive, especially about the baby. We are on the road again. I hum a little and move Clark’s arms up and down like he’s dancing.

“Sweet angel,” I sing softly, “Want to hear the story of how your parents met?”

Here is the absolutely stunning commission of Anders I got from heavensong at Metrocon!

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Journal Entry: Number a Million

There was a time i felt the need to speak to you a million times.
To tell you about my day, how the weather affected my mood, how for the millionth time, I heard a song that made me feel like I was in the clouds.
A time for the millionth time, I drank a cup of coffee and it was just as perfect as the first.
How for the millionth time, I heard something and it reminded me of my childhood traumas.
How for the millionth time, I looked up and embraced the evening sky because California has the BEST sunsets.
There was a time, that I cried and cried because something reminded me of that one time when I saw my Dad with his other kids and it just hurt me to not be acknowledged.
There was also another time when my friends and I went to San Francisco to a show and danced the whole night away. Afterwards, we drove around the city, music still playing, sunroof open, went to Twin Peaks and this time, embraced the night sky.
A few weeks ago, I came home to my tiny home, and felt a million times in a moment. It was to much to bare.

A few days ago, I watched a video on “High Sensitivity” and learned that it’s a gift. To be able to feel your surroundings all the time can be overwhelming.

Although, everyday life has its challenges, I wouldn’t want to trade these experiences for someone else’s.

I would probably want to do this,

A million more times.

anonymous asked:

I'm on Zen's route I am suffering please help (my HEART omg I died when he said "I love you" like,,,,,,,, ZEN BBY also WE MET LIKE A WEEK AGO Y U TALKING ABT OUR CHILDREN HOLY FUCK ZEN) i love this fucker he is destroying ne

 I cried when he said I love you because oml he’s amazing. He just know that your child would be beautiful……because look at his face lik holy shit can you spell perfection its spelt H-Y-U-N-R-Y-U. 

Day 7: Young Remus Lupin Imagine - Ugly Christmas Sweaters

     “I have to find the perfect one!” I sighed, digging through his trunk, “And none of my ‘ugly’ ones are ugly enough!”

     “Hey!” cried Remus Lupin, my boyfriend-slash-best-friend, from across the room.

     I turned around and winked at him.  “You know I love you.  And your sweaters.  I just need to find the perfect one for Lily’s party, and I knew you would have it.”

     He sighed and walked over to me, and taking my hand, said “None of my sweaters, no matter how bad they are, will look ugly on you.”

     I went on to my tip-toes to plant a quick kiss on his lips.  “You’re sweet.  Now help me pick one out.”

     He sifted through the pile of sweaters I had made on top of his bed (oops) and pulled out a red elf one - complete with bells.  I burst out laughing.

     “Where did you even get that?”

     “Padfoot bought it for me,” Remus said, running a hand through his hair to try and hide his embarrassment.

     “It’s perfect.”  I laughed, taking it from him and folding it up.  “I know where I’ll be getting my ugly Christmas sweaters from now on!”

homestuckonanime  asked:

top 5 Togami moments!

Oh boi

You’re making me choose just 5? Okay I’ll try

5. Probably that bit in chapter 2 in the library with Fukawa where he’s reading and he tells her to take a bath and stuff I dunno I liked that scene

^this scene

4. His character introduction, no explanation needed it’s just the most Togami thing to do, it introduced his character straight away and I loved it.

3. His entrance in Another Episode, it was just so badass and he looked so cool especially in his suit.

2. WHEN HE SMILED AT HAGAKURE IN DR3 I JUST CRIED CAUSE HIS SMILE IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND HE’S SO PERFECT

1. IN DR3 WHEN HE COMES IN AND ORDERS THE SOLDIERS AROUND MY HEART COULDN’T HANDLE THAT IT WAS THE BEST THING I’D EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE

This was very hard fhisgnr

Facts about Kim Jongin:
  • His voice is pure honey, whether he’s speaking or rapping or singing 
  • He always looks beautiful. ALWAYS
  • He wrote a book. It’s called “how to fool people into thinking you’re a sex god when really you’re just an innocent cub who mistakes nail polish for lipstick”
  • Don’t let his real age fool you. He is an actual 5 year old.
  • He eats, sleeps, and breathes dance. He even said that he doesn’t care to do anything else because the stage is his life
  • His favorite season is Winter. And it’s not because he knows we all would kill to see him in sweaters 24/7, 365 days a year
  • You know that one idol that always sticks up for his fans and tell them they are beautiful no matter what and that they should study hard to brighten their futures, etc.? Yeah that’s Jongin
  • Ever known someone who, every time they speak, shocks you because of how thoughtful they really are; it’s like you could spend hours having mindful conversation about everything? It’s probably Jongin
  • He loves dogs more than you do. 
  • He’s a liar because:
  • 1) He looks amazing in glasses and 
  • 2) His selfies are legendary
  • He would be great with kids, if he ever stopped obsessing over the puppies to pay them any attention
  • He takes his personal relationships very seriously *side-eyes Kaisoo and Taekai*
  • He is very private. And, no, it’s not only because he wouldn’t know how to navigate sns to save his life
  • His hips do not lie
  • His smile is brighter than a million stars and will momentarily blind you if you stare for too long. Though you do it anyway because it’s Jongin’s smile and it makes you weak.
  • He’s probably read more novels than you
  • He could spend an entire day sleeping
  • Losing things is his hobby
  • You know that perfect man you always dream about? it’s Jongin, even when it’s not. 
  • He’s everyone’s ideal husband, brother, uncle, best friend, and role model
  • He is loved by me

so after jacks od happened the zimmermanns always kept in touch with kent and kept him updated because jack wouldn’t talk to him and because they saw how much kent cried and shook in the corner in the hospital with his head in his hands because he was in love and because a couple of hours later they caught a glimpse of a tv in the waiting room and saw kents media mask and his perfect smile for the camera and because when they checked jacks phone just days later they saw the 20 missed calls from when kent just needed to hear jacks voice on his voice mail .

at first kent couldn’t look bob or alicia in the eyes because alicia’s icy blues and bobs everything was just too familiar and too different and because the subject of jack hung heavy between them whenever he talked to them and most of all because kent felt guilty that he was responsible for almost killing their son because he let jack drink too much and take too much and because he loved him too much in ways the world couldn’t understand

but it started getting easier to look alicia in the eye and to hear bob swear in quebecois and it got easier to just hang out with them because no one ever paid as much attention to him ever when it wasn’t about hockey and kent spent the night whenever he was in town and played with bob on the frozen over lake and he didnt think about jack and kent went to get pedicures with alicia on their spa days and when he went to the met gala with alicia as her date because bob broke his ankle the day before and she joked with interviewers that she traded bob in for the newer model and he didnt think about jack too much and kent was better and kent was happy

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“You’re perfect,” he said, finishing his thought as if she hadn’t interrupted. “I don’t care if you see dead wolves and turn into a living ice sculpture when you’re having a bad day. I don’t care if I have an imprint of your teeth on my shoulder. I don’t care if you’re … fixed.” He spat the word like it tasted bad. “I want you to be safe and happy. That’s all.”

Winter fluttered her lashes at him, and he turned away. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“I want to be the test subject.” She reached for his hand. “I’ll be safe and happy when I’m no longer afraid of my own mind.”

Pressing his lips into a thin line, Jacin nodded. Slowly. “I just don’t like the idea of you going first,” he grumbled.

“Jacin?”

He met her gaze again.

Winter scooted closer and linked her arm with his. “You think I’m perfect?”

He didn’t look away. Didn’t look bashful or even nervous. Just stared at her, like she’d asked him if Luna orbited the Earth.

Then he leaned over and brushed a kiss against her forehead. “Just sort of,” he said. “You know. On a good day.”

Anger Issues

“You need to slow down.”

Michael has this terrible habit of driving too fast.  It drives me crazy.  We have two kids in the car and he is still pushing twenty over the speed limit.  And the way he grips the steering wheel – it looks like he’s trying to strangle it.

“Well then why don’t you tell me how fast to go,” he shoots back at me.

I love Michael.  He is my everything.  But he has the tendency to be a bit aggressive, even with me.  He has never been that way with the kids, thank god.  He dotes on those two.  Isabella is four and Clark is barely two months.  He looks at them like they can do no wrong.  I can’t really blame him, especially about Clark.  Clark is the perfect baby.   He hardly ever cries and has the most angelic face.  Looks just like his dad.

We’re driving down the highway on our way to my mother’s place.  We left a little later than planned (just a little kitchen accident) so it’s dark out.  Michael is driving (of course, he’d never let me drive).  Isabella is crying in the backseat (as usual).  You’d think she’d tire herself out, crying for that long. But Isabella has always been a difficult child.  I’m in the passenger seat with Clark in my arms.  I know you’re not supposed to hold babies in the car, and we have a perfectly good car seat in the back, but I just can’t resist.  I want to be as close to Clark as possible.  He’s sleeping peacefully, even with his sister making a ruckus in the back.

“Honey,” I say slowly, hoping not to make him angry, “We need to slow down.  We don’t want to get pulled over.”  He glares at me, but finally let’s loose a bit on the gas pedal. We slow to a normal 60 mph.  The roads are calm, just a few occasional passersby.  

“I love Vermont in the evening,” I say happily, trying to fill the silence.  “All the trees are just a bit gray, but the colors of fall still light up the leaves.  It’s like a little paradise.”

Michael grunts and pounds the steering wheel.  He never listens to me.

“Honey,” I say a little more forcefully, “It’s going to be a dreadful ride if you’re irritated all night.” Clark looks like a little angel in his sleep.  “And we don’t want to wake the baby.”

Michael frowns a little. “Fine.  What do you want me to say?”

He hasn’t always been like this. When we first met he was sweet and funny.  He lit up every room he walked into.  But he’s been getting a little bit angrier each passing day. First it was problems with the house, then his father died.  Just a series of hardships.  But I can still see that beautiful man I fell in love with all that time ago.

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ok so at the beginning I thought Marinette liked Adrien because he was, well, Adrien Agreste, the wonderful perfect handsome cool teen model Adrien Agreste and she was fangirling, or maybe a childhood friend, an ex classmate, an old crush and so on
ok so after the umbrella scene I cried like a baby
just
the look in his eyes and the sound of his voice
SO SAD AND SO LONELY AND SO PLEASE-HUG-ME AND AND AND WELL THIS AND THAT

HER LOVE IS LEGIT BECAUSE SHE KNOWS THE REAL ADRIEN AND HOW KIND HE IS AND FRIENDLY AND IN NEED
SHE IS THE ONLY ONE THAT KNOWS HE DIDN’T HAVE FRIENDS BEFORE
WE DON’T KNOW IF HE TOLD NINO ABOUT THAT BUT LET’S PRETEND HE DIDN’T AND Now I’m gonna fangirl and cry at the same time