heart eyes for you

I just remembered that Mickey’s coming back, and I got so upset. Like, you know I’m happy to see my kid again, but everything else just sucks.

CAN NO ONE GIVE THIS BOY A JOB??? LIKE??? He gives you comedy. He gives you drama. He gives you microexpressions. He gives you emotional depth. He gives you W H A T E V E R you ask of him. Need a character to break your fucking heart? Done. Need someone to crack you up? Got it. Need heart eyes and romance? ITS THERE! Asshole characters? Mother fucking CHECK. Soft? Can do. Sassy? Hell yeah. Annoying? Yep, he can do that too! Its all there in a little 5′7″ blonde sunshine package. Noel Fisher, everybody. Fucking fantastic character actor –bet if you gave him a fucking shot, he’d be able to carry a whole goddamn show, or a movie. Bet he’d blow you away. If. You’d. Just. Fucking. Gave. Him. A. Shot. What the fuck.

Originally posted by noelfish

anonymous asked:

Hi sweet, could you do a poem on a close friend passing? I love to read these poems as they hold so much emotion, thank you, your writing is beautiful x

Thank you :) and if this has happened to you then I’m very sorry for your loss.


There’s something different to a grief filled quiet, the very sound of leaking light. A life burns up and spills out to create a figure of the very thing that takes you away. In your eyes are un-uttered words that don’t make it past your lips. In your eyes is a kind of peace. If only death could feel what it’s like to lose a life, but death is not a person, death doesn’t understand.

I hope that within your last heart beats you found the sky and leads to other lives, to other moments in which death doesn’t have a single hold on you, in which your eyes always smile. There, I hope you sent your heart as it jumped once more, pressing out its last beat in a request. There, if there’s anything after this, take me there.

Dangerous Mission - Pietro Maximoff

Warnings: SMUT (wrap your pigs in their blankets, my loves!)

Request: Pietro smut? I don’t have a theme idea but just… Pietro [heart eyes] ((Anon))

You didn’t know what you were getting into when you started to work with The Avengers. You were beyond powerful, even Natasha was willing to admit you could kick her ass without laying a finger on her, but you hated hurting people. Tony called you ‘Huffle’ referring to the Hogwarts house 'Hufflepuff’ because you were so kind.

When Steve brought you in you had to be handcuffed. You didn’t really fight, you had lost control, and in losing control you hurt people. So Steve had to put 'power restriction’ cuffs to keep you and the people around you safe. He was so calm and gentle with you, though, it wasn’t like it was with Hydra at all.

Pietro was the one to walk you through everything once you got there. It was kind of like an unspoken rule, the people with powers help the new people with powers. You didn’t mind, he was nice and calm with you the whole way through, and he was handsome. Handsome is always a good bonus.

You and Wanda immediately clicked, you related to each other. It was amazing to finally have a friend in the world. She knew you had feelings for Pietro, feelings you wouldn’t act on because of the nervousness of ruining a relationship.

By the time you asked him out  you were practically dating already. The flirting was hitting an all time high and once you established a relationship PDA hit an all time high. He would hold your hand and kiss your forehead and any other part of your body that wasn’t inappropriate.

Steve got Wanda a Polaroid camera for Christmas one year. She takes a lot of pictures of you both on it. They go on a cork board she has in her room. Sometimes you make copies of them to keep in a shoe box for when you feel down or if Pietro goes on a particularly dangerous mission.

Speaking of a dangerous mission, he was on one right now. I mean, normal people wouldn’t see it as dangerous but ever since the fight with Tony a couple of months ago the government has been looking everywhere for you. They thought you, Wanda, and Pietro were a threat to them, that you would hurt them and so the three of you went into hiding. It was a tiny town in Europe, small, village-like, calm. You liked it. The house were so far apart that you could sit in the backyard under the trees and not have to worry about being spotted by a plane or another person. Pietro’s 'dangerous mission’ was going to the market to buy food.

If you stop on the porch you could see into the town, making sure to keep an eye on the dark blue cap that was on his head as he walked through the market. You all agreed that he would be the one to go down to the market and get food because if things got hairy he could zoom out of there and get you all out in no time. But you were so worried about him, your hands were shaking, feet tapping, fingernail biting anxiety was rolling off of you in waves.

“Why so nervous?” You jump at the sound of his voice behind you and turn around, relaxing when you see that it’s him.

“Why did you run up? Is something wrong? Did something happen?” He sighs and places his hands on your shoulders smoothing them down over your arms.

“I hate walking up that hill, it was an easier way to get the bags up. Relax, Y/n.” You take a deep breath before pulling him into a hug, pressing your head to his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“I don’t like when you go.” You mumble. He rubs your back as you hug, swaying slightly.

“I know, but I got enough. It’s good enough for about two weeks.” You pull back, leaning up to kiss his jaw. He looks down and bends slightly to kiss you.

Your hands go into his hair, keeping him close to you as you arch your back into him, letting the hand on your lower back guide you. You have to pull away from the kiss eventually, needing to breathe, but you press you foreheads together.

“Bed, Pietro, a bed.” You mutter out when he tries to make you jump. He nods and lifts you up, running you upstairs to the attic where you two usually went to 'get it on’.

“Better?” He asks when he sets you down. You nod and push your hair from you face before pulling him back down to kiss you.

His hands play with the hem of your shirt, slipping under the fabric to hold you closer to him. When he tries to take it off you shake your head, he doesn’t lift the shirt any higher and instead goes for your leggings, pushing them down your legs with your underwear quickly following. You pull his shirt off of him and push his pants down, leaving them in a pile on the floor with his boxers laying with them after another minute of kiss. His hands are everywhere, your sides, your thighs, your butt, they hold you to him.

“Pietro-” You cut yourself off with a whimper when he finds your sweet spot on your neck, leaving hickeys all over your neck.

You hadn’t even gotten to the bed yet. When you finally lay down he keeps kissing you, lips never leaving your body. You try to wrap your legs around his waist but he pushes them back down and apart with his hands. You bite your lip and gasp when his thumb starts to rub slow an soft circles into your clit. Slowly gyrating your hips onto his hand.

“You look so beautiful when you do that. When you gasp for me. I love it.” Pietro whispers as he kisses your collar bone.

“Fuck, Pietro.” You close your eyes, hands reaching down to grab his wrist and to stroke his cock. He closes his eyes now, eyelashes fluttering against your neck as he moves his hips into your hand.

“Fuck, you know me too well.” Pietro mumbles. You smirk and kiss his forehead, giggling when he smiles at you.

“I love you so much, you- you know that, right?” Pietro stutters when you speed up you hand. You nod and gasp when one of his fingers prods at your entrance.

“I love you too.” You reply, whimpering after you talk as he teases you.

“You don’t even need my fingers, you’re already so wet.” You nod, agreeing silently as you arch your back into his fingers.

“Are you ready?” He asks, hand leaving your clit to line himself up with you. You nod and he slides in. You gasp and shut your eyes.

He rubs your clit, trying to distract you as you adjust to him. He whispers in your ear about how good you are, how you take him so well. You whimper and circle your hips, one hand in his hair and the other gripping the sheet.

“Oh, fuck.” You moan, arching your back when he starts to move. His hips thrust and you gasp again, nearly crying out as his thumb circles your clit faster.

“Pietro, you feel so good, please don’t stop.” He shakes his head.

“Not a chance in hell.” He sucks another hickey into your neck and you buck your hips in time with his thrusts, finally being able to wrap your legs around him again.

“Fuck, Pietro, fuck. It’s been so long I don’t know how long I’ll- last-” You cut yourself with whimpers and gasps as his hips continue to move.

“It’s okay, I’m close too.” He groans and growls out his words, too far gone to make coherent sentences.

“Shit, I’m so close. Please don’t stop, please don’t stop. I’m gon-” Your words are stopped by a loud moan as you come undone below him, thrusting your hips, practically riding him as his own hips don’t still. His breath hitches and he pulls out, cumming onto the sheet under your legs.

You barely notice though, too sated and calm as he lifts you up and pulls your underwear up your legs, walking with you towards you shared bedroom. When he sets you down on the bed and lays next to you you finally come back to reality smiling at him.

“I really do love you.” You nod because you know, you know he loves you, he tells you everyday.

“I love you too.” You sigh, putting your head on his chest as you try to calm your own heart.

superwaywardangel  asked:

I'd personally read your sleepy shitposting.

hahahaha omg. there’s definitely some sideblog potential in this. and I definitely nap enough to make my sleep-befuddled shitposting some regularly updated content. just you wait for this, it’ll be the next big thing. I’m gonna title the blog “iPods are like song microwaves” just to honour the place where it all started.

oh, and I’ve had a few people asking, so let me just explain. the reason why iPods are like song microwaves is this. microwaves are devices that present you with food, which you then eat. iPods are devices that present you with songs, which you then listen to. does that make a lot of sense?? no. but it’s the kind of nonsense that makes perfect sense in your heart of hearts. just close your eyes now and you’ll see. there is a place deep inside you that just wants to believe that iPods are like song microwaves. THERE IS A PLACE.

Guess who's got a new idea for a new ML story?

If you guessed me then you’re correct.

Me (actively ignoring my inner editor who is screaming about “Casting Shadows”): I’m gonna do it. I’ve got the idea for the guest character and everything. The idea for the plot and akuma is shaping up an it includes one of my deepest literary/cinema loves.

Inner Editor: will you please wipe those heart eyes off your face and remember you actually have other writing commitments…


(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pNzXWxXdd30)

GlamourStar0x’s Logan & Veronica | The Last Time

The Last Time by
Taylor Swift (featuring Gary Lightbody)

[Gary Lightbody:]
I find myself at your door,
Just like all those times before,
I’m not sure how I got there,
All roads—they lead me here.

I imagine you are home,
In your room, all alone,
And you open your eyes into mine,
And everything feels better,

and right before your eyes,
I’m breaking, no past
No reasons why,
Just you and me.

This is the last time I’m asking you this,
Put my name at the top of your list,
This is the last time I’m asking you why,
You break my heart in the blink of an eye, eye, eye.

[Taylor Swift:]
You find yourself at my door,
Just like all those times before,
You wear your best apology,
But I was there to watch you leave,

And all the times I let you in,
Just for you to go again,
Disappear when you come back,
Everything is better.

and right before your eyes,
I’m aching, no past
Nowhere to hide,
Just you and me…

This is the last time I’m asking you this,
Put my name at the top of your list,
This is the last time I’m asking you why,
You break my heart in the blink of an eye, eye, eye…

[Taylor Swift:] This is the last time you tell me I’ve got it wrong,
[Gary Lightbody:] This is the last time I say it’s been you all along,
[Taylor Swift:] This is the last time I let you in my door,
[Gary Lightbody:] This is the last time, I won’t hurt you anymore.

Oh, oh, oh,

This is the last time I’m asking you this,
Put my name at the top of your list,
This is the last time I’m asking you why,
You break my heart in the blink of an eye.

This is the last time I’m asking you,
Last time I’m asking you,
Last time I’m asking you this…

The Ocean

You are the ocean
Always in motion
Demanding respect
Withstanding neglect

Ferocious but fair
And not quite all there
But that’s part of it
Your beauty, your wit

You’re fire; you’re ice
A liar so nice
I found me in you
But you saw straight through

My words and my eyes
My arrogant guise
You beheld my heart
But you gave a start

When it beat your name
And you saw your fame
You just ran away
There I hope you stay

Cause I sit alone
On top of our throne
I watch as it falls
Now darkness, it calls

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.