i adore and admire you

It is three at night. I have something to say. You are so valuable. You shine out. You are a magic star. You are a body of blood made beautiful. How I admire, sit back and adore you. How thirsty I am for that. How you feed me.
—  Anne Sexton, from a letter to Lois Ames dated 11 January 1969
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Spencer Hastings & Toby Cavanaugh | S05E02 “Whirly Girlie” Original Script

It is three at night. I have something to say. You are so valuable. You shine out. You are a magic star. You are a body of blood made beautiful. How I admire, sit back and adore you. How thirsty I am for that. How you feed me.
—  Anne Sexton, from a letter to Lois Ames dated 11 January 1969

//. I love these turtledoves so much, if you’re not following them. Well, you should be. ❤️

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Also, this is my half celebrating on being almost close to getting 500 followers xD <3 But seriously + so much more people. You’re all amazing human beings who write like PROS !!! And your muses are all JAW DROPPING. BLESS EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU.

And once again I’m crying because of lgbtq+ representation in a Riordan book. I cried for the Apollo/Nico/Will Solace representation and now I’m crying again.

Except this time it’s more poignant because it’s ME. Alex Fierro is genderfluid and CHANGES PRONOUNS AND GENDER PRESENTATION and uses the phrase “unless and until I tell you otherwise” in regards to pronouns and I DO THAT!! I AM GENDERFLUID AND I DO THE SAME THING AND I HAVE NEVER SEEN A CHARACTWR LIKE ME IN LITERATURE BEFORE EVER THAT WAS CANON, not a headcanon or a “could be if you squint” but ACTUALLY CANON and I am sobbing because that’s me, that’s me in a book that I love in a series I adore by an author I admire.

Thank you thank you thank you, Rick, thank you so much, I hope you understand how much this means to me and to other genderfluid kids, to see ourselves represented in media we love.

Amoureuse

Where y/n is Harry’s assistant and they are both secretly in love with each other.

warnings: a lot of smut

It’s my first time writing a Harry one shot. I’ve been dreaming about being Harry’s assistant a couple of times now and I wanted to write about it. I’m so sorry if this is shit,, English is my third language so yeah but I hope you’ll be able to enjoy it :). xo ML

also shout out to my bub @17-blackaf for proof reading it :) you’re the best. 💕


Harry’s been staring at her for a while now.

He watched her as she was putting the last groceries in his fridge. She was in a hurry, as always. Y/N has been known to be a very stressed out person; always wanting to finish things as fast as she could.

But today, it was a bit different than usual.

Ever since Harry finished the last bits of his album, the level of her stress became unbearable. Harry was on promo tour in London, and though everything was going well (as they both hoped), she couldn’t help that she was anxious about every little thing.

Even after a year of being Harry’s assistant and him reassuring her every time that everything she does for him is amazing, she still doubts herself.

He wished that she wasn’t so hard on herself.

Harry admired Y/N a lot. He loved how she could speak three different languages (especially French, he loved French), while he struggled with repeating the same French phrase. Y/N always teased him when he tried to speak the language, but always helped him improve it. Y/N hated that English wasn’t her native language and struggled with it sometimes. Harry thought it was cute, and would always help her out. Just like she helped him with his French.

He was also amazed by her beautiful eyes and how they would sparkle when she smiled. He thought that she had the most extravagant smile in the world. Harry also thought Y/N was adorable, especially when she would giggle when he told her a silly joke.

Harry loved how much she loved his jokes as he adored her sense of humor. He always thought that they were very similar when it came down to corny jokes. She would tell the weirdest thing in the world and then laugh at herself. Harry thought she was a hilarious precious woman.

Harry loved the way she loved singing and dancing along to her favourite songs. It was entertaining to he catch her dancing around his house while listening to music. She would always scream and cuss, running away from him. Y/N loved all kinds of music, just like he does.

He adored how small she was compared to his height. Whenever she would let him hug her, she would always stand on her tiptoes. Which would always make him chuckle and hold her tighter to his chest.

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Anne Sexton Quotes for the Signs
  • Aries: "All we need is someone to let us in."
  • Taurus: "I don’t care, I love you anyhow. It is too late to turn you out of my heart. Part of you lives here."
  • Gemini: "I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity…"
  • Cancer: "I met you and unavoidably you were special. So now I love you."
  • Leo: "You are so valuable. You shine out. You are a magic star. You are a body of blood made beautiful. How I admire, sit back and adore you. How thirsty I am for that. How you feed me."
  • Virgo: "Your silence has been with me and I have let it have its say."
  • Libra: "There are a few great souls in my life. They are not many. They are few. You are one."
  • Scorpio: "…Madness is not hysteria. It can be very quiet…"
  • Sagittarius: "I am tired of being brave."
  • Capricorn: "You make me feel like home. You make me feel that the world is not strange."
  • Aquarius: "I wanted to be nothing. I wanted to be impossible."
  • Pisces: "The tongue... is like a sharp knife; it kills without drawing blood."
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I know a lot of people hate Ramsey but for some reason i have a small *cough actually massive cough cough* soft spot for the psycho..Maybe it because i saw him as Simon before Ramsay? What do you think?

I just realized i spelt sympathy wrong in the banner thingy and i’m to lazy to change it so ignore my dumb mistake..sorry x

Warnings: Swearing, Slight violence.


“This must stop, He is a man, not a toy” Your tone was stern but you couldn’t help the shaky breath you let out as the words left your mouth, you were terrified of what was to follow your outburst. No one stood up to Ramsay, well no one lived to tell the tale, and here you were stood in a simple nightgown shouting at a man who flayed and tortured people for entertainment. You could tell he was shocked by your sudden snap from the look in his eyes that quickly turned into one of rage and resentment, you slowly backed away as he stalked towards you his jaw locked and his hands tightened into fists. Your heart hammered in your chest as your back hit the cold stone wall, he wouldn’t hurt you would he? of course he would this is Ramsay fucking Bolton, how could you be so stupid, you knew not to speak to him in such a manner even as his wife who he has claimed to love on many occasions. His hand slowly wrapped around your neck squeezing slightly, he did not intend to hurt you, just scare you as a form of a warning. 

He brought his lips to your ear his hot breath fanning down your neck, “You’re right darling, he isn’t a toy..he’s a pet and pet’s need to stay loyal, i have merely trained him and i am wounded you would think so lowly of me. Now i think of it why do you care so much for my loyal pet, do you want his cock, because if that’s the case i’m afraid it’s to late for that. You need to remember Y/N you are mine, you share MY bed and MY cock is the only thing you should lust after, if i find Reek near you or looking for to long i will feed him to my hounds.” His words were low almost like a growl his grip getting tighter as he went on jealousy clear from miles away, your hands quickly wrapped around his wrists as his hand began to cut off any air getting into your lungs a soft choking noise fell from your lips as you scratched at his arm trying to snap him out of the rage induced trance he had fallen into, “R-Ramsay p-please” you tried to whimper out catching his attention quickly as he dropped his hand and jumped away from you immediately watching you sink to your knees in a fit of coughs and gasps for air as your hand stroked your neck gently the other supporting your weight preventing you from collapsing to the floor. Ramsay took in your appearance a foreign feeling settling in his gut, was this guilt? he had never felt anything like it, he hated every second of it as he trod carefully back over to your shaking figure taking your weak body into his arms ignoring your attempts to push him away. You gave up your fight and slumped into his embrace “I do not want his cock Ramsay, he is human. Just like me, Just like you. He has blood pumping through his veins and his heart beats the same as any other man, if it makes me a common whore to feel compassion for others than i’m the biggest fucking harlot still breathing” You gritted your teeth as another cough escaped your mouth his hand never stopped rubbing your back and his embrace never faltered into a tight bone breaking hold, he stayed calm processing your words before he pulled back looking into your y/e/c eyes his hand stroking your hair behind your ear before stroking your cheek gently. “Your compassion does not make you a common whore i adore it, the fire it gives you is admirable but Reek is my pet there is nothing to change that, the damage is done and there is no going back..i love you my darling but some things you can’t control. Now get up its time to sleep” he gently placed his lips on yours kissing you passionately before picking you up and placing you on the bed.


heyyyy, So this is long but i am quite proud of it, i know usually these kind of imagines would end with Ramsay (or any other character) agreeing on changing but this is Ramsay Bolton so obviously he isn’t going to change he does put the hot in psychotic;) anywayyyy, sorry if there are any spelling mistakes or if anything doesn’t make sense. Much love xox

~Requests are open~

-Shannon

First Christmas

CUTE CHRISTMAS BUCKY ONE SHOT ALERT

(not my gif)

Characters: Bucky x reader

Summary: It’s Christmastime, and Bucky wakes up from a nap to find you baking cookies and singing along to Christmas carols. A glorious amount of cuteness ensues.

Warnings: So much fucking fluff holy lawd sweetness galore also bad edit (it’s a given sorry)

Words: 1848

A/N: Because why not have a cozy!bucky christmas fic in summer? ALSO FCKN REQUEST THINGS WOULD YA I NEED INSPO SLIDE INTO MY DMS



Bucky woke up from a nap on the living room couch, a spot he seemed to frequent whenever he was feeling sleepy. He yawned, blinking a few times to let what was left of the sunlight of the day filter through his eyelashes as he sat himself upright and stretched. He straightened out his warm jumper and smiled at the coziness of the room he was now looking at. 

It must’ve been sunset outside, he could tell that much from the fading light coming in from the partially closed blinds. Soft Christmas music played on the Victrola across the room, causing a hint of nostalgia to prickle under his skin. A bare tree sat in the farthest corner, boxes of decorations just waiting to be hung at its feet. Fairy lights were strung along the staircase leading up to his bedroom, and the smell of gingerbread and fresh pine hung deliciously in the air.

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