he let her go :(

Kitty was trying to be smooth (again) but the Princess knows all of his tricks. 

She is not going to fall for any, Chat. Maybe you should change your ways…

…altho who knows. There are many ways to fall.

Dupain-Cheng 6 - Agreste 1

8. A First Kiss (from this list)

(not compliant with dark cupid)

i’ve always sort of thought of mari as being the one with experience when they get older, but the opposite is also an interesting concept, tbqh :3c

“H-hey, Chat?”

“Yeah?”

“You’ve… you’ve kissed people before, right?”

It was such an odd question that Chat stopped and stared. “I mean… I guess so? Why?”

Ladybug puffed her cheeks at him, embarrassed, and tightened her grip on the string of her yo-yo where it was secured to the next rooftop. “Just curious.”

“Oh… ‘kay?”

He extended his staff and primed his next jump, but apparently Ladybug wasn’t quite done yet.

“Can…” Chat glanced over and was surprised to find her fidgeting. “Can I ask when your first kiss was?”

He shrugged, watching her wind and unwind the string around her fingers in not-quite-concern. “Sixteen?”

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there’s a good reason these tables are numbered honey, you just haven’t thought of it yet // panic! at the disco

Monochrome

Summary: Soulmate!AU, where a person sees color once they meet their soulmate. Y/N stumbles across Lin in a park.

Pairing: Lin x reader.

A/N: Wow, I’m really bad at summaries. Hopefully you guys enjoy it!


With your camera strapped around your neck, backpack slung over your shoulder, and layers of clothing to protect you from the icy chill of Chicago, you made your usual trek to the park near your apartment. It was a blessing that the temperature was in the double-digits since it was in the middle of December. You hoped that the creatures in the park were in the mood to come out and play – they were usually the main pieces in your photographs.

You pause at the crosswalk and scan the near-empty park. There were several people jogging, but other than that, it was peaceful. Every once and a while you saw a squirrel scamper across the field. You felt your hands tingle in anticipation of the photos you’d take today.

For someone who saw the world in monochrome, the idea of having a career as a photographer was bizarre.

But you were damn good at it. So good that some of your pieces were hung in the MOCA museum in Downtown Chicago.

You didn’t need to find the elusive soulmate that everyone spoke of. You didn’t need color in your life; you were perfectly comfortable with the black and white world that you’ve known since you were little.

You shake your head at your mental tirade and was thankful that the light to the crosswalk changed. You quickly walk over to the park and let out a sigh of contentment, the familiarity of the environment silencing your thoughts.

You take a few test shots, adjusting the settings to make sure that the lighting in your pictures were to your liking. You wander around the area, taking pictures of the landscape and the squirrels and ducks that were nice enough to stay still for you.

After a quick change of your camera lens, you begin to take random pictures of the people in the park.  The joggers didn’t seem to be happy about it, putting their head down or giving you a side-eye when they realized your camera was pointed at them. You took pictures of the couples that sat on benches, drinking their morning coffee and quietly chatting amongst themselves.

From the corner of your eye, you see a man dressed in a stylish long coat facing the fountain in the middle of the park. He had his phone next to his ear and a coffee cup in hand.

What was a city boy doing here?

You step back and bring your camera to your face, wanting to take a picture of the stark contrast of his frame against the rural environment.

The minute you take the picture he turns.

It all happened so fast.

Your world, once quiet and calm, was now loud.

You drop your camera, stunned.

The grass, littered with leaves were beautiful shades of green, brown, orange, and red. The sky, with the sun peeking over the horizon, filling the world with hues of pink and orange, was breathtaking. You didn’t even know you were shaking until you brought a hand up to brush away the tear that slipped down your cheek.

Rushed footsteps snap you out of your daze and you felt your heart drop to your stomach when you see the man come towards you.

Oh shit.

Panic shot up your spine, and without a second thought, you knelt down to pick up your camera from the ground. You spun on your heels and began to briskly walk away.

“H-hey what are you… You’re not supposed to be running away!” the man yells.

You closed your eyes, still blurry from your tears, and willed your legs to move faster.

You weren’t ready for this.

“Wait! You can’t expect me to give up, not when I,” the man trails off, voice raspy and thick with an emotion that you were all too accustomed to: longing.

…Not when you’ve been waiting for me all your life.

You sniff, the fight leaving your body.

During high school, you were like every other teenage girl. Your mind made up scenarios of the day where you would meet your soulmate. Whether it be where the two of you would meet in a crowded train or in one of the quiet corners of the library, it always ended up with you and him kissing each other and having a happily ever after.

But it didn’t happen.

You kept the hope all throughout your college years. But during your senior year, where one by one, every single one of your friends found their soulmate, your hope began to dwindle.

You’ve made your peace with the idea that you were not going to find your soulmate, but now with him standing right behind you, it’s more than you could take.

You stop walking.

He stops and after a moment of hesitation, maneuvers himself so he stands in front of you.

“My name is Lin.”

You stare at him, your soulmate! – your mind screams – and your hands began to tingle with the sudden need to take a picture of him. Large, twinkling brown eyes framed by impossibly long lashes, long hair pulled into a ponytail, a five o’clock shadow, and nose red from the winter chill…

He was perfect.

He shifts, “And you? What’s your name?”

“Y/N. My name is Y/N,” you reply.

“Y/N,” he repeats with a shaky voice, and your heart soars in response.

Lin shakes his head in amazement. “Who knew that I’d finally meet you once I decide to travel outside of New York City?”

Your perk up. “New York? You’re from New York?”

“If you mean the greatest place in the world, yes,” he grins.

You squint your eyes at him. “I think you’re mistaken. Chicago is the greatest place in the world.”

He throws his head back and laughs. “Touché,” he concedes, placing his hand on his heart.

A silence settles over the two of you.

You both laugh at the same time, both in amazement and wonder at how comfortable you were with each other.

You glance at his hands, phone tucked away and the coffee cup missing. He notices and sheepishly smiles.

“I accidentally dropped my cup when, you know, it happened,” he explains, gesturing to you.

You show him your camera, wincing when you finally took a chance to inspect it and saw a crack in the lens. “I dropped my camera,” you add, running a hand down the damage.

“So you’re artistic too,” he hums, making you feel tiny at his suddenly scrutinizing eyes.

“Too?”

Lin grins and brings out a worn notebook. “The main reason why I’m here is because of this,” he explains.

Your curiosity piques. “What is it?”

A gust of wind makes Lin shuffle. “Buy me coffee and I’ll tell you all about it,” he says.

“You owe me a camera lens.” You huff, crossing your arms across your chest.

He laughs merrily and you fight the impulse to smile.

“I know a coffee shop a couple blocks from here,” you say, “they make great lattes.”

He holds his hand out. “Well, shall we?”

You shyly slip your hand into his, your throat feeling tight. You share a look with him, relieved to see his eyes shining with unshed tears.

Years and years of waiting and feeling empty were now gone with his simple touch.

Lin gives your hand a soft squeeze.

You felt complete.

Your once monochrome world was no more and you were ready to experience it with Lin by your side.

in the heights au: everything is the same except sonny is actually invited to ninas dinner

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Like who he tryna kid though?

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dctv ladies appreciation week: day six
favorite scene 

2.12, fast lane - what? no good luck?

There’s only ever been one person I’ve looked at and thought … “I could quite easily spend the entire rest of my life with that man”.


And sooner or later I need to accept that he’s spending it with somebody else.

—  Ranata Suzuki
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Theirs was the love that was meant to be, but wasn’t meant to last.

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“He [Daryl] is kinda like a wet animal you find in an ally, you approach him and he’ll snarl at you, but if you could feed him and take him in somewhere warm, he’ll follow you forever.” — Norman Reedus

I… never talk on here what a crying shame.

So. Headcanon.

Keith is grunge garbage boy but he doesn’t actually keep a dirty room? It’s? Tidy. Everything has a palce, it just might be caked in grease and metal shavings or be shaped like if a spaceship got sucked in on itself and exploded back out.

Allura however had slipped into this weird thing before she got put in the pod of just. Messy messy things. She was always looking for things, always misplacing something. She had been working on this before her father died but afterwards she ends up relapsing. She’s taking care of the paladins, why should she organize her?? Desk?? Drawers??? What

When Keith starts regularly ending up in there he tidies it up. He puts all similar things in the same space, even if it’s grilnap-themed vases under the bed or a necklace that she got from Coran once on her bookshelf. He reorganizes and goes through her clothing with her, making her laugh and learning about the fabrics and stuff and equating it to much simpler earth concepts (even if there’s an exact translation, he wouldn’t come up with it)

And just. That ok. Him organizing her room and suddenly she knows where things are. Associates “Why the Quiznak is that there” with “oh, it’s right there.”

He doesn’t know where her stuff is, he just kinda haphazardly and blearily moved things around, counting them with taps of his nails and moving on when they weren’t pleasing. There’s a grouping of stuff on her desk that he likes touching and that she gave him permission to feel up, all nice textures and flowy and fun

This is probably weird but take it

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Reign 4x03 Clip “Leaps of Faith”